A/N: Yay for updates! Hi everyone, I'm back! Just so you know, this is post-Turnabout Sisters, so some time has passed since the previous chapter. Hope you like it!

She dashed out of the courthouse, pulling up the hood of her jacket with one motion and opening her umbrella when she was already under the downpour. Her hair had been drenched by the time she reached her section of the apartments, and she could feel the cold dread at meeting Lily with wet hair and clothes. Classes had been canceled because of the storm, and she walked up the darkened stairs with a feeling of foreboding. Something bad had happened, she knew it, but she couldn't tell what it was.

As she reached her floor, the power was suddenly shut off, and she was plunged into darkness. She could hear other girls in the dorm screaming, but she felt her way along the wall, trying to not give in to the sudden fear she felt.

The fear magnified by about a hundred when she tripped over something on the floor. She reached behind her to feel a rounded shaft of something on the floor by her leg. She could feel the pencil tip and felt grateful that she hadn't landed on it. She crawled back to find what had tripped her, and felt something soft on the ground in front of her. The soft thing moaned, and Amy felt something wet and sticky on the floor by her hands and feet. Without warning, the lights came back on, and Amy was greeted with Rose's corpse splayed across the ground.

Choking back bile in her throat, she scrambled back across the ground to run into the wall.

"R-Rose? Rose?" She stuttered, completely lost for words.

A shrill scream pierced the night, and everything spiraled downward.

"I swear, I didn't do it!" Amy shouted, fighting against the two officers that were holding her arms behind her back. "I would never try to kill her! She's my best friend!" She struggled to pull her arms free, but they just held her tighter.

"Where's Detective Gumshoe? We need his cuffs, now!" One of the officers yelled, and Amy stopped suddenly.

"Cuffs? Officers, I think that may be a little much for such a young girl. Plus, there's no evidence yet." Prosecutor Edgeworth said quietly, walking over to the officers. Amy dropped her head in shame and he reached down to take her chin in his hand. "I find it ironic that someone of your caliber could be caught in such a sticky situation." He said coldly. He dropped her face and she clenched her teeth at him.

"I would never kill anyone. Don't you dare write me off as a criminal yet, Miles Edgeworth."

He ignored her and walked away to a detective to look at the bloodstain on the carpet. Lily was sobbing with a female officer at the window, and Amy couldn't hear what they were saying, but she knew it wasn't going to help her case.

Rose wasn't actually dead, thank goodness. She was just badly injured by the stab wound received from the sharpened pencil, which was ironically taken from Amy's desk. On top of that, they would probably find fingerprints, her fingerprints, on the weapon from when she fell and grabbed it. Amy looked up at the two officers who had held on to her since they showed up and Lily had pointed her out as the criminal, and she decided to stop fighting.

"Ummm, Officer? I get a lawyer, right?" She asked quietly, waiting patiently for them to look down at her.

"Yeah, you do. Why, is there anyone specific you want?" He asked, obviously bored.

She nodded. "Can you contact Phoenix Wright for me? I'd like for him to defend me, if it comes to that."

The officer snorted. "That newbie? Fine, if you really want, but you know he's only had two cases now, right?"

She nodded again. "That's exactly why I want him, sir."

The officer shrugged and looked at his partner in confusion. They worked together to bring her to the car, and they drove off to the precinct with no more conversation than that.

Amy looked out the window of the cop car sadly. There were so many questions she had, and she knew there were no people to ask. She remembered the night only a few weeks ago with the exact same weather as tonight, and smiled as she reminisced on the easy win over Prosecutor Edgeworth in the sim trial. She looked up in the sky to see the dark storm clouds staring down at her, and wondered if she would ever be able to see clouds like them again.

"We just want to ask you a few questions about the night of the crime, alright? You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in court, understand?" Detective Gumshoe straightened his dirty trench coat and ran a hand down his face before he continued. "Okay sir, she's all yours."

Prosecutor Edgeworth looked across the table at the small child who he had been beaten by only a month or so ago. He couldn't imagine the happy little thing doing anything like stabbing her roommate, but he knew he couldn't allow his emotions to interfere in the investigation. He leaned forward over the table to look at her, and she turned her face away sullenly.

"Amy, do you know your last name?" He asked, deciding to try to break the ice before anything else.

She shook her head once. Edgeworth sighed and leaned back. "Are you going to answer my questions?" She shook her head again. "You know it might help your case." She looked back at him silently. "I heard you're asking for Phoenix Wright?" She nodded, still refusing to speak. "You know, I used to go to school with him." Her eyes brightened. "Back when we were, oh, nine maybe?" She squinted.

"Were you guys friends?"

"Yes, we were, of sorts. We lost a friend, and we all kind of fell apart after that."

"You lost a friend? Like, he died?"

"Yes, she did." Edgeworth looked away. "Her name was Faye. She was two years younger than us, but she was in our class. She was a genius, to put it simply. She wanted to be a defense attorney, but she was hit by a car not long after her parents were killed. Their whole family was one huge tragedy."

Amy closed her eyes, trying to picture what it was like to lose so much. "I suppose that was very difficult for you?" He nodded. "I'll answer your questions now, Mr. Edgeworth." She smiled gently. "See, me and Faye, we are actually really similar."

He looked up in shock. "Whatever do you mean by that?"

"I'm two years behind too, but I get the highest scores in class, and I also want to be a defense lawyer. I lied before when I said I wasn't sure." She looked down. "I'm sorry about that."

He smiled sadly. "It's quite alright. Now then, how long have you known the victim?"

"Five years."

"And what's your relationship like?"

"We're best friends and roommates. She and Lily took me under their wing when I first moved into the orphanage."

"You were put in a room with older girls?"

"They offered to take me for a while until another kid my age showed up. After a while, we just became really close and didn't want to change anything."

"So, have you ever felt any anger towards her about anything? Or have you fought recently?"

"No, not at all. She and I get along just fine, I've never wanted to hurt her."

Edgeworth leaned back again and sighed. So far, he could find no motive.

"Did you know the murder weapon came from your desk?"

"Yes."

"We found your fingerprints all over it."

"Yes, as I already told the police, I was walking home and I tripped over her unconscious figure, and I felt the pencil when I was trying to find what I tripped over. I never used it for more than writing notes." She smiled innocently.

"Your other roommate said she saw you stabbing her sister."

"She's lying." Her eyes became cold and uncaring.

"You know what I think? I think you're both lying, and the truth is somewhere in the middle."

"Good luck finding it."

"That's what the courtroom is for, you of all people should know."

A/N: Yeah, Edgeworth's a little...meh. I'm not too happy with how he is, but it's the best I could do...hope you guys liked it...maybe? Reviews are appreciated, as always, they can help me write better. Thanks for reading, everyone!