Edgeworth and Phoenix twisted the water out of their hair like wet towels. They let go and their hair bounced back up to their original styles. Dahlia and Kay simultaneously tilted their heads in wonder.

"What?" the two men said.

"Uh, nothing." Dahlia said. "If you're both done playing I'd like to ask you something Edgeworth."

"What do want to know?" Edgeworth said.

"Have you ever heard of DL-6?" Dahlia said.

Chains rolled over the detective, and his psyche formed 5 mystical locks to guard the secret trapped in his heart. The detective looked away, rubbing his arm self consciously. "DL-6, huh?"

"I thought it might be a case file number," Kay said. "Was I right?"

"DL-6 is a very sensitive topic," Edgeworth said. "I really don't much about it, pal."

"Miles you must know something," Phoenix said.

"DL-6 was a long time ago, and Prosecutor-" Edgeworth stopped himself with an obviously fake cough. "I'm sorry pal. I really can't talk about it."

Dahlia played with the chain around her neck and glanced at Phoenix. He frowned, understanding what was going on.

"Alright," Dahlia said, crossing her arms.

"But you'll be back, right?" Edgeworth said.

"You're catching on," Dahlia said, walking away with her assistant in tow.

"Now what?" Phoenix said as they walked to the entrance/exit of Gourd Lake.

"Well, it's pretty obvious who the prosecutor Edgeworth was referring to is," Dahlia said. "Let's pay a visit to the detention center."

After a quick taxi ride, Dahlia and Phoenix faced Larry Butz from the other side of the glass window. Needless to say, he wasn't happy.

"Hello sunshine," Dahlia said.

"Can I help you, Ms. Hawthorne?" Larry said.

The defense attorney's smile twitched. If I'm going to get anything out of him, I'll have to ease into this. Dahlia brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "So, a little birdy told me something interesting."

"It was a parrot," Phoenix said.

"Shut it Feenie," Dahlia said.

Larry smirked. "Did she just call you Feenie?"

"Uh, no," Phoenix said, grinning sheepishly.

"F-Feenie," Larry said. He covered his face with his hand, hiding what everyone knew was a smile as his shoulders shook.

"S-shut up," Phoenix said.

"Can I ask how that got started?" Larry said, still unable to make eye contact. "It sounds like a lovey-dovey couple nickname."

"It's the crazy old man's fault," Phoenix said, blushing. "Well, actually it's Dahlia's. But the old guy didn't help, or Kay or Miles for that matter. You know what while I'm at it I blame Polly too!"

"Aw, did I make Feenie angwy?" Larry said. He crossed his arms on the counter and buried his face, chuckling.

"Larry!" Phoenix said. "You know what, Dahlia you can beat him up tomorrow."

"Oh goodie," Dahlia said.

"Oh crud," Larry said, straightening up instantly. "You hate me, don't you?"

"No, I don't hate you," Phoenix said. "You need to relax, and stop being so sensitive. I was joking, alright?"

"Aww," Dahlia said.

"You had a purpose for coming here, right?" Larry said.

"Yes, we did," Dahlia said. "DL-6, have you ever heard of it?"

Larry went pale. "What do you know?"

"So you are involved then?" Phoenix said.

Larry glared at them. "I am going to say this once. Stay away from DL-6. I don't want anyone to get involved with it, especially you."

"Me?" Phoenix said. "Why?"

"That's not important," Larry said. "What's important is that you forget about whatever led you to DL-6 and never remember it."

"But what if it's related to the case at hand?" Dahlia said. "It could be the lead that gets you off the hook."

"I already gave you my answer and I'm not going to say it again," Larry said. He stood up and walked away.

"Grrrr," Dahlia clenched her fists.

"You're glaring at me, aren't you?" Larry said from somewhere out of sight.

"Like I'm going to listen to you Butz!" Dahlia said, furious.

"Good bye Hawthorne," Larry said.

"You're doing that on purpose aren't you?" Dahlia said, or rather shouted. "My name is Dahlia Fey!"

There was complete silence, albeit Dahlia's heavy breathing. No one said a word.

"I'll keep that in mind," Larry said, before leaving the room.

Dahlia crossed her arms and huffed. "Why was he being so difficult all of a sudden?"

"Only one way to find out," Phoenix said. "Let's find another lead on this."

"I'd say you were joking if I didn't know you better," Dahlia said. "Did you see how serious he was? And he's a complete jerk."

"I haven't lost my friend yet," Phoenix said. "This DL-6 thing might be the answer I've been looking for after all these years."

"But he doesn't want us looking into it," Dahlia said.

"We're getting to the bottom of this whether Larry wants it or not," Phoenix said. "Besides, he said he wasn't going tell us not to again. So if we ignore him the first time he can't say anything after that."

Dahlia had to smirk. "I like your style. So, any ideas?"

"Well the police station is bound to something if DL-6 is a case," Phoenix said.

"Alright then, police station it is," Dahlia said.

Naturally it didn't take long to reach their destination from the detention center. The defense duo was soon inside the Criminal Affairs department.

"Wait a minute pal!"

That's a little to0 gruff to be Edgeworth. Dahlia turned her head and saw a large man with a shabby trench coat run up to her. The man looked slightly familiar.

"Are you Detective Gumshoe by chance?" Phoenix said.

"How'd you know pal?" Gumshoe said.

"Miles told me all about you," Phoenix said.

Gumshoe cocked his up, looking proud. "You must mean Detective Edgeworth. Junior, that is. You're a friend of his pal?"

"Phoenix Wright," Phoenix said.

"Wait, Phoenix Wright?"Gumshoe said, searching his brain. "Ah! Now I remember! You're that artist guy from Maggey's murder case!"

"Oh, you remember that?" Phoenix said nervously.

"Yeah, it's coming back to me now," Gumshoe said. "Painter, spiky hair, screams like a little girl..."

"Is that all I'm known for?" Phoenix said exasperatedly.

"Eh, you've got that Feenie thing going around now," Dahlia said.

Phoenix's shoulders sagged, defeat written all over his face. "I give up."

"Wait, now I remember you too!" Gumshoe said. "You're that pretty defense attorney, Iris Fey!"

"It's Dahlia," the defense attorney said. White fury burned in her eyes.

"Oh, uh right. Sorry pal," Gumshoe said, fidgeting nervously.

"So Detective Gumshoe, I need to ask a favor of you," Dahlia said. "My assistant and I need some info on a case labeled DL-6."

"DL-6?" Gumshoe said, even more uncomfortable now. "I'm not so sure pal it's kind of taboo."

Argh! How much influence does Larry have around here? Dahlia tried to think of another approach. She wasn't proud of what she came up with. The things a woman has to do… She plastered on her best Iris imitation and spoke in a pixie voice. "Pretty please Mr. Detective? It's really super important."

Phoenix did a double-take. Dahlia's smile twitched. I am hating every moment of this.

"Well…" Gumshoe was still hesitant.

This is just sad. A tear rolled her cheek.

"Whoa, whoa, don't cry pal," Gumshoe said. He sighed. "Look, I can print out the basics of the case for you. But that's all, got it?"

Dahlia nodded her head enthusiastically. "Oh, thank you thank you thank you!"

"Just wait right here, pal," Gumshoe said, and walked away.

Dahlia massaged her temples, relaxing her face muscles. "That hurt. That honestly hurt."

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you," Phoenix said.

Dahlia suddenly grabbed him by the scarf and looked him in the eye. "If this doesn't work out in the end, Larry's not the only one getting the death penalty. Are we clear?"

Phoenix rapidly shook his head yes. Dahlia let go.

Detective Gumshoe came back holding a sheet of paper. He handed them to Dahlia. "Here you go pal. This is the overview of the trial. Just don't tell anyone, alright? Especially not Prosecutor Butz."

"My lips are sealed," Dahlia said, skimming the paper.

"Thanks, Detective Gumshoe," Phoenix said.

"Don't mention it," Gumshoe said.

"Nick, it's your turn to pay for the cab," Dahlia said. A name in the record had caught her eye.

Dahlia knocked on a mahogany door and waited for a response. It wasn't long until the door was opened from the other side.

"Hello, welcome to the Von Karma Law Offices," Franziska said.

"Ms. Von Karma, nice to see you again," Dahlia said. "We need to talk to about something."

"What is it?" Franziska said, not sounding too happy. "This is about my father isn't it?"

"So I was right, you're related to the recent murder victim Manfred Von Karma," Dahlia said.

"Yes, the victim in the Gourd Lake murder was my papa," Franziska said. "Are you here just to rub it in my face you fool?"

"No, and I'm sorry for your loss," Dahlia said. "But I'm afraid we do need to you a few questions."

Franziska cracked her whip on the floor and held it proudly above her head. "I have nothing to say to the likes of you. You are a disgrace to defense attorney's everywhere."

"You know, you're really not all that scary," Dahlia said. "I'm not afraid if you or your whip."

"Grr!" Franziska whipped Phoenix.

"OW!" Phoenix exclaimed. "What was that for?"

"You were being a useless fool," Franziska said.

"Hey hey hey," Dahlia said. "Only I get to cause him pain, got that?"

Franziska glared at Dahlia, who glared right back. The air grew tense. Phoenix adjusted his scarf. Finally, the silence was broken when Franziska shut the door.

"Hey!" Dahlia said, pounding on the door. "We need to talk to you! You... Fool!"

The door swung open and the first thing Dahlia saw was a whip.

"My head!" Dahlia exclaimed.

"2 minutes," Franziska said.

"What?" Dahlia said.

"You have 2 minutes," Franziska said. "What do you want?"

"Okay, well, why were you at the crime scene the other day?" Dahlia said.

"I have my own agenda," Franziska said. "I'm in the middle of a personal investigation."

"Personal investigation?" Phoenix said.

"Yes, now quit being a parrot," Franziska said. "1 minute and 34 seconds."

She has a good internal clock. Dahlia was intrigued by Franziska's investigation. "What were you looking into?"

"I… was searching for something," Franziska said. "Something of my Papa's."

"Your father, defense attorney Manfred von Karma…" Dahlia said. "He lost something?"

"My papa was perfect, as are all von Karmas," Franziska said. "Something just wasn't as it should have been when the police discovered his body."

"So something was missing from his person?" Dahlia said. I wonder…

"Yes, but I concluded that it must have been lost in the lake," Franziska said.

Dahlia felt around her pocket until she found what she was looking for. "By any chance, what this what you were after?"

Franziska took a step back, clutching her shoulder. "H-how? Where did you find that?"

The attorney's badge in Dahlia's hand glistened in the light.

"Do you want it?" Dahlia said.

Franziska seemed shocked by the question. "Y-yes."

Dahlia plucked the badge out of her hands. "You can have it, but we need information. Deal?"

"You're bribing me," Franziska said.

"That's one way of putting it," Dahlia said. "Is it a deal or not?"

"I can't believe you're putting so much effort into defending that prosecutor," Franziska said. "Why do you trust him?"

"One should always trust their partner/client," Dahlia said. "Like in The World Ends With You."

"Yet another video game reference?" Phoenix said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm a gamer, sue me," Dahlia said.

Franziska crossed her arms, squeezing her shoulder. "Indeed. Alright, come inside."

The Von Karma Law Offices was stylishly furnished, and the various bookcases that lined the walls gave it a studious and refined appearance.

Franziska ran her hand over a row of law books."So what do you want?"

"I'll cut to the chase," Dahlia said. "Mr. Von Karma was the defense attorney in a case known as DL-6."

Franziska perked her head up. "DL-6 you say?"

"So you've heard of it then?" Phoenix said.

"I'm surprised you haven't," Franziska said. "I was only 2 at the time, but I know about that case. It was quite famous."

"2?" Dahlia said. "Uh, how long have you been an attorney?"

"Since I was 13," Franziska said.

"Seriously?" Dahlia said.

"Yes, why?" Franziska said.

"Er, never mind," Dahlia said. "What we're you saying about DL-6?"

"Wait here," Franziska said.

She walked down the hallway and a few minutes later came back with a thick binder in her hands.

"So if D-6 happened when you were 2, you'd be 17 right?" Dahlia said.

"Yes," Franziska said, placing the binder on the coffee table.

"My cousin is 17," Dahlia said.

"Really?" Franziska said absentmindedly, flipping through the binder with Phoenix.

"Yeah, but you're nothing like her," Dahlia said. "It's like she hasn't changed at all since she was 2. Still the same bubbly, friendly, happy kid. You'd never guess her mother, my Aunt Misty..."

Dahlia paused when she saw a photo of her aunt, the Master of Kurain, in the binder.

"Dahlia?" Phoenix said.

Emotion flooded into her system, and Dahlia hugged herself protectively. "It... It can't be... No..."

"Are you feeling alright?" Franziska said, confused.

Dahlia was about to lose control of her tears, and she knew it. She abruptly stood up and walked out the door. "Excuse me."

Only one of her tears didn't make it out the door with her. It's that case. DL-6 is that case. It's because of that case Aunt Misty... Dahlia leaned on the wall as tears ran down her face, but she didn't make a sound. She didn't want anyone to hear her.