A/N: Hey guys! I'm back! I'll probably pump out a few chapters today, so no worries!

I am going to reply to a review here, since the person reviewed as a guest, but left their name, and I felt they deserved a reply.

Wiltarrow: I read it the way you meant it, don't worry! The theory I have on the Box Ghost is that he worked at a moving company, and hated moving things that weren't in boxes (because boxes made moving easy). While helping carry a couch down a set of stairs, he was on the lower part, complaining how this person hardly used any boxes at all, and his partner (accidently?) dropped the couch. It fell on him, killing him, thus enforcing his love for boxes as a ghost and his hatred for pretty much... anything else. The end.

If anyone else has questions about the other ghosts, just let me know, and I'll answer them!

The Phantom Turnabout

Day 2 – Investigation Pt 2

July 22nd

Prosecutor's Building

Chief Prosecutor's Office

Phoenix Wright

Edgeworth, upon returning to his office, called for a search for Walker, demanding that he be found. However, I didn't feel confident at all that the normal police would find him though.

Maya sat in the seat next to me, looking worried. I reached over and put a hand on her shoulder comfortingly. I knew she was worried about everyone in Kurain.

(Is this going to result in a mistrial? Or will we have to start the process all over again…?)

Edgeworth, finally done yelling abuse at the police over the phone, looked up at us with a sigh before pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with a handkerchief.

"So, now what?" I asked Edgeworth. He returned his attention to me.

"What do you mean, Wright?" he asked.

"Well, with the trial, of course," I said.

"The trial will continue," he said, returning back to his glasses.

"What? But… for the first two days, the prosecutor was a ghost! AND an imposter!" I said.

"But he still did a pretty good job prosecuting. Remember, Wright, a lot of evidence points towards Mr. Fenton being the murderer. Nothing points to Walker, as you yourself pointed out just half an hour ago," he said, returning the glasses to his face and standing, walking over to his tea set. "Justice must still be served, and the truth must still be found. Jade deserves that much. Wouldn't you agree, Miss. Fey?" he asked, turning to Maya once he finished pouring himself a cup of tea. Maya hesitated before nodding.

"Yes. I need to know." She looked up at me. "As does Ruby."

I looked at her for a minute before nodding. "You're right." I turned to Edgeworth.

"So, who'll be prosecuting?" I asked. He grinned.

"Me."

July 22nd

Wright Anything Agency

Phoenix Wright

I sat at my computer, pulling the newspaper out. Once we left the Prosecutor's Building, Maya decided to return to the village. That was fine with me. It was late, and I had some research I wanted to do without anyone hovering over my shoulder. I pulled up my favorite search engine and looked at the picture of the newspaper for a few minutes before typing in my keywords.

'Danny Phantom'

Multiple links appeared on my dinosaur of a monitor. They were mainly Amity Park Newspaper articles, mainly, but I finally found one that I thought would help.

'The Unofficially Official Danny Phantom Fan Page'

(How can you be "unofficially official"?)

I clicked on the link, waiting for the page to load, and gasped.

It was so… PINK. The background of the webpage was almost eye searing neon pink, with red hearts. There were pictures of Danny Phantom, badly Photo shopped to include a very curvy Hispanic girl. I quickly scanned the page before finding the name of the maker of the page.

Paulina Sanchez

"Moving on now," I muttered, closing that tab and searching more. Finally, I decided pictures of the ghost boy would work better for my purpose than anything else. I moved onto an image search, selected three very clear pictures, and printed them out before standing, glancing at my watch. I had enough time.

July 22nd

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

Phoenix Wright

I walked into the visitor's room and found Danny sitting behind the glass, looking really confused. The bandages around his head had finally been removed, and he didn't look quite as pale as when I had first seen him.

"Hello, Danny," I said.

"Hey, Mr. Wright. Isn't it kind of late?" Danny asked. I smiled, sitting in the chair in front of the glass.

"I just have a few questions before the trial tomorrow," I said. He nodded.

"Um, alright. Though, I'm not sure what else I can tell you," he said, sounding confused. I nodded, putting my hand in my pocket, gripping the Magatama.

"Danny," I said seriously. "I think you're hiding something from me."

Instantly, everything except myself and Danny faded to black. Chains appeared around Danny, and with a loud, resounding CLANK, the five Psych-locks appeared around him.

"What do you mean?" he asked. I shook my head. He seemed calm now, but I had seen how his eyes had widened slightly at my words. I pulled out a picture of Warden Walker and showed it to him.

"I think you have a secret. Something this fake prosecutor knows about."

"Fake… prosecutor?" Danny asked, sounding both surprised and a little apprehensive. I noticed a sheen of sweat appear on his forehead.

"Yes. It was discovered he was a fake today," I said. Danny smiled, but I could tell it was a little forced.

"That means I can go free, right? If he was a fake, then it'll mistrial, right?"

"Unfortunately, we're not that lucky. There's still a lot of evidence against you." His shoulders slumped. "However, Danny, I think you knew he was a fake from the start. I think you knew he was a ghost." Danny seemed to recoil at the word, and the first Psych-lock shattered. I hit the nail right on the head.

"That's ridiculous!" he snapped, frowning at me. I shrugged, putting the picture away. "How would I know something like that?"

"How indeed?" I asked. He continued to frown at me, but I could tell that he was nervous. Good.

"I think it has to do with your secret."

"I don't HAVE a secret!"

"I think you do. And, I think it started here," I said, pulling out Danny's medical records and flipping to the first major injury.

"About a year ago, you suffered major electrical injuries from one of your parents' inventions. You were treated for these injuries, but there are notes here saying that one, along with the electrical shocks, you should have also received Ecto-poisoning. Two, you would suffer from major, permanent nerve damage due to the electrical current running through your body. Three, you somehow made a miraculous recovery, with no signs of the nerve damage, at all. And you recovered in a week." I looked up at him. "So, how'd you survive that, with no permanent damage or Ecto-poisoning? And how'd you recover so quickly?" I asked. Danny was sweating more now, I could see.

"I don't know. Luck I guess," he said, not meeting my eye.

"Sure," I said. "Or, this had to do with your secret. I know it has something to do with ghosts, and your parents are ghost hunters," I said. He winced again, and another of his Psych-locks shattered, leaving three left. Danny was really sweating now.

"Wh-what does that have to do with anything?" he stammered. I smiled, putting away the medical records and pulling out the pictures I had printed earlier.

"I think you have a connection to a certain ghost boy. Danny Phantom?" I said, holding up the pictures. Danny's head whipped around faster than I thought possible, and he stared at the pictures. I think he lost a little color in his face too.

"What do you mean?" he asked very softly.

"Well, you two do look a lot alike. And you have very similar names, after all. Danny Phantom? Danny Fenton?" I said. He winced as another Psych-lock shattered, leaving two. I knew I was getting close. I had the truth in my hands. I just had to play my cards right to get him to admit it.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Wright?" He motioned angrily at the pictures. "We look nothing alike. I clearly have black hair and blue eyes, not white hair and green eyes. And the names are just a coincidence. I didn't pick my last name, and Phantom IS a type of ghost. And Danny is really popular," he said. Under the anger though, I saw fear. Why was he so afraid of me knowing his secret?

"Alright then, what about this?" I asked, putting the pictures away and quickly flashing the picture from the newspaper. Unlike the pictures I had printed off, this one was black and white. It was a quick flash, giving Danny no time to really study it.

"H-hey, why is my picture in the newspaper? Is it an article about this case?" he asked, looking up at me uncertainly. I shook my head.

"No, Danny. This isn't even a picture of you. At least, not of Danny Fenton," I said.

"What do you—" he cut himself off, his eyes growing huge as he realized he fell for my trap. I slowly lifted the paper again so he could see the picture, and actually study it.

"The similarities are a lot easier to see when the picture is in black and white. Also, this article states that Danny Phantom disappeared around the same time as the Fenton family left town. I don't believe in coincidences, Danny. All the evidence adds up. You're Danny Phantom," I said. The fourth Psych-lock shattered, and the anger drained from Danny's face.

"N-no, I…" he protested weakly. I shook my head.

"You left evidence pointing to this at the crime scene," I said, pulling out my last piece of evidence.

It was the Ecto-plasm.

"No!" Danny gasped, his last Psych-lock shattering. He stared at me, his blue eyes huge with fear and defeat. I put the Ecto-plasm back, waiting for him to say something.

"Wh-who else… found…?" he motioned to my bag where I put the Ecto-plasm.

"No one. Just me and Maya," I said. He nodded, staring at me.

"What are you… going to do…?" he asked softly.

"With your secret? Nothing. There's no evidence that you used your ghost powers to kill Jade. It just makes everything else make sense. Why you heal so fast, all of you injuries over the course of a year, why that ghost attacked you in the courtroom, why Walker was trying to get you arrested. YOU were the one who thwarted his plans before, not your parents. Right?" I said. He nodded.

"That's not all," he said softly. "He's the warden of a prison in the Ghost Zone."

"The Ghost Zone?" I asked.

"A dimension where ghosts live, though they want to be in the human realm. It was a portal to the Ghost Zone that gave me my powers," he said softly. I nodded. "Well, I was in the Ghost Zone, trying to find… something… and he arrested me. However, humans are like ghosts in the Ghost Zone. We can go through objects, so all I had to do was turn human and go through the wall."

"So he wanted to get you arrested here, so you couldn't escape," I said. He nodded.

"I mean, I very easily could, but if I did, I'd have to give up my life and everything, you know?" he said. I nodded. It all made a lot of sense, really. "Mr. Wright?" he said. I looked up at him again. "Please… please don't tell anyone. Only Sam, Tuck, and Jazz know. If my parents found out…" he shivered.

"They're probably worried about where you get all those injuries from though," I said, looking at him.

"They are but… well, my dad's biggest dream is to rip Danny Phantom apart, molecule by molecule," he said. I gasped softly at the mental image that bought up, suddenly understanding the fear I had seen.

(Poor kid…)

"Okay. One more question, though," I said. He looked at me with weary eyes. "Do you think Walker had anything to do with Jade's death?" I asked. He immediately shook his head.

"No. It's not his style. Walker's an opportunist, sure, and he would have no qualms about stooping to overshadowing someone to frame someone else, but he's not a murderer," he said.

"So he framed you?" I asked. Danny thought about that before slowly shaking his head.

"No… I don't think so," he mused. "I think he just decided to play the prosecutor's role, to make sure I was arrested," he said. "I didn't sense any ghosts at all in the village that night, and I don't think anyone else did either. I think someone else did this," he said. I nodded.

"Alright, Danny. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there tomorrow. Promise," I said with a smile. He nodded.

"Thanks, Mr. Wright."

"You're welcome. By the way, who's Paulina Sanchez?"

Danny turned bright red.

July 22nd

Wright Anything Agency

Phoenix Wright

I slowly sat in my chair, careful not to spill any of the coffee I just made on my papers. The mixture Ruby had made for me smelled excellent. I bought it to my lips, taking a small sip. It had a rich flavor even Godot would have been jealous of, though I think he would have killed me for defiling the drink with the milk and sugar I had added to it.

I set the mug down and looked through my papers, suddenly feeling like I was forgetting something. I thought through everything, but when nothing came to mind, shrugged and began looking through my notes for tomorrow's trial.

The door suddenly slammed open, causing me to jump. I looked up to find a very displeased Apollo framed in the threshold of the door, Trucy giggling from behind the angry man in red. I face palmed, realizing what I had forgotten.

"I was supposed to meet you in the village, wasn't I?" I said.

"Nice of you to remember," Apollo said acidly, walking over and dropping a file and two evidence bags on my desk. I picked up the file first, smiling warmly when seeing Ema's signature. I then quickly read through her notes on the ash.

'The ash is composed of many different things, but there was a lot that matched the same wood composition as the wood chips found by Mr. Wright, as well as traces of blood. I was unable to match the blood to anyone, due to the contamination of being mixed with the rest of the ash.'

One of the evidence bags was the ash I had given Ema. The other were clothes, both light purple and dark. That wasn't what caught my interest, though.

There was blood on the clothes. I quickly looked up at Apollo.

"Did you get these analyzed?" I asked.

"Yes," he huffed. "There are two different types of blood on those clothes. One belongs to Jade, the other to Danny," he explained. I nodded, quickly adding that to the Court Record.

"And where did you find it?" I asked.

"Behind the washer machine in the laundry room at Fey Manor!" Trucy said, sounding excited. "Polly climbed back there to get it, and he got stuck!" she giggled, and I had to work really hard to suppress the grin I felt coming on at the image of Apollo's red clad leg's sticking out from behind the washer machine, kicking around while he put his Chords of Steel to work demanding someone help him. I coughed instead.

"Thank you two. Sorry about never meeting you. I was dealing with something here. Apparently, our Prosecutor was a ghost." I explained the situation as it stood to those two, leaving out the part about Danny being Danny Phantom. I did promise him, after all, not to tell anyone.

Both were shocked.

"Are you sure you can pull this off tomorrow, Mr. Wright?" Apollo asked. I grinned at him.

"Positive. After all, I know for a fact that Danny's innocent," I said, taking another sip of my coffee. "However, I'll probably be up all night putting together an argument to prove that. Apollo, can Trucy stay at your place tonight?" I asked. He sighed, but nodded.

"Yeah," he said. Trucy grinned in delight.

"Yay! Sleep over! I have to go pack. Oh! I should grab my magic panties so I can show you a new trick, Polly!" she said, darting off. I laughed as Apollo groaned at that.

Then, with a sigh, I turned back to my work. I was in for a LONG night…

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A/N: No, I never forgot about Apollo and Trucy. Don't worry! And yes, I did have fun with the Psych-lock segment. I love those parts in the games, and I've had Danny's planned out for like, ever.

Also, it couldn't be a very climatic trial without Edgeworth being involved with it somehow! He is in every game (minus AJ) after all! Either as Defendant, Prosecutor, Temporary acting Defense Attorney, or investigator!

Sorry for any mistakes. I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter!