A/N: So this chapter was originally supposed to be the second half of the last chapter, but that would have made it WAY too long.

Chapters four and five are the only ones where it'll be from the same character's POV two chapters in a row.

Well, here we go!

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Chapter Five – Investigation: Day 1

Ema

August 4

I ran up the steps two at a time, quickly getting to the door I needed, and slammed my hand against it multiple times. It was already six at night, and the first trial day was tomorrow at ten.

We didn't have much time to investigate.

The door open, revealing a short, petit brunette in a blue silk hat and cape.

Apollo's sister, Trucy.

"Is Mr. Wright here?" I panted, breathless from my sprint up the steps.

"Um, yeah? Wait, weren't you out with Polly?" she asked, stepping aside before I bowled her over.

Ignoring her question, I darted through the reception area, right into the office, and up to Mr. Wright's desk, slamming my hands down on it. He jumped about a foot in the air.

"Ema?"

"You have to help!"

"Huh?"

"It's Apollo," I said, forcing myself to calm down a bit so that I could explain. "We were at Gatewater Land, and all of a sudden, he rushed off, then next thing I know, a dead body is found, holding his bracelet, he was found unconscious near the crime scene with blood on him, and now he's arrested and accused of murder."

"What!?" Trucy gasped. Mr. Wright frowned, standing. "Trucy, call Zeus and Thalassa. Ema, is he still unconscious?"

"Um, I'm not sure. Last I saw of him, he was being taken away," I explained. Phoenix nodded.

"I'll go see. Obviously, I'm taking this case."

"I'm coming too," I said.

"Are you allowed? I mean, you work for the police, and usually—"

"I was suspended from the force," I said, cutting him off.

"You… were?"

"Yes. Remember that new policy? 'Any officer personnel who has a personal connection to the case, especially the defendant or victim, is to be suspend from duty until the case is resolved.' I guess going on a date with the defendant falls under that," I explained. Phoenix nodded.

"I'll say. Alright, you can come," he agreed, and I grinned.

Just like old times!

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Apollo was awake when we got to the Detention Center, but was currently being questioned. With no other choice, we decided to investigate the crime scene, where Detective Klu Hunter still was.

"Dr. Skye? I thought you were suspended. You can't be here," he said when seeing me. Mr. Wright put a hand on my shoulder.

"Actually, Detective, Ema is working as my investigation partner," he said, gaining the attention of the detective. Hunter's eyes widened.

"Phoenix Wright? We learned all about you in school, and how you can bluff through anything!" he said.

Nice backhand complement… I thought, thought I knew Hunter didn't mean anything by it. Mr. Wright chuckled weakly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Right. Well, anyways, onto the case—"

"Oh… you took on this case?" And suddenly, Hunter looked and sounded disappointed.

"Well, yes…" Mr. Wright answered.

"That's why we're here," I added.

"Hm… well, I don't think you're going to win, no offense. There's too much evidence against Mr. Justice," Hunter explained, looking at his small notepad. I pulled mine out, ready to take notes for Mr. Wright.

"Why don't you just tell us? That way, we'll have a fighting chance in court tomorrow," Mr. Wright said with a smile, and I had to hide my grin. Most detectives wouldn't tell the DA anything, but Detective Klu Hunter, as I might have mentioned before, was idealistic; he was all about playing fair. Mr. Wright found the right button to hit, only minutes into meeting the guy, and jabbed it for all it's worth.

Impressive.

"Well… Alright. The victim's name is Ivana Sokurblad. She was stabbed in the back, through to the front, puncturing her right lung. Here's the autopsy report," he said, passing it over. Mr. Wright placed it into his bag, and I knew he would study it like crazy tonight.

"She left a message in blood, as can be seen in this picture," he showed us the picture of the word I had noticed earlier.

"'Red'. What does that mean?" Mr. Wright asked.

"It's our belief that she wrote down the color the killer was wearing," Hunter said. Mr. Wright looked over at me.

"Was he wearing red?" he hissed. I frowned slightly and nodded.

"Of course. What else would he wear?" I replied, neglecting to mention the fact that I thought Apollo look really good in red.

After all, scientifically speaking, women were more attracted to a man in red, perhaps for it's underlying connotation of passion and sexiness.

Does Apollo know this, and wear red all the time because of that? If so, I find that even more attractive. He's using science!

"You can keep that, I have two more copies," Hunter said, bringing my attention back to the current conversation. "Then there's the state Mr. Justice was found in." He passed over a second picture, showing Apollo sitting, unconscious, against the wall in the storage room where we found him, blood splattered across his chest and face.

"Ah. That's um… discriminating…" Mr. Wright mumbled, studying it, a hand to his chin.

"Keep that too. After all, you're going to need all the evidence you need."

"Who found the body?" Mr. Wright asked.

"That would be…" Hunter glanced at his notes. "A Mr. Morty Ishan. And before you ask, no, you can't talk to him. He's already down at the Police Department, preparing his testimony for court tomorrow.

"Oh…" Mr. Wright mumbled with a small frown. He then sighed and looked at me.

"Maybe someone in the park saw something?" he asked hopefully.

"Maybe," I agreed. With Hunter and his officers still on the scene, we wouldn't be able to investigate the crime scene, so we headed back out into the park.

Unfortunately, the most anyone we talked to saw was Apollo sprinting like a madman towards the Haunted House.

"Why was he in such a hurry? That's what I want to know," Mr. Wright mused. I shook my head.

"Your guess is as good as mine. He got a text, and suddenly bolted, telling me not to follow," I replied.

"Yet, you didn't listen, did you?" he asked with a smirk in my direction. I snorted.

"No. Why would I? Something was obviously wrong, and look, I was right," I retorted. Mr. Wright laughed, before standing from the bench we were sitting on.

"Come on, lets go see if we can talk to Apollo. Maybe he can tell us about that text.

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Unfortunately, by the time we made it to the Detention Center, it was already nine o'clock at night.

Visiting hours end at eight. Mr. Wright sighed.

"Looks like we are walking into tomorrow's trial at a disadvantage," he grumbled. I grinned.

"Wouldn't be the first time for you, huh Mr. Wright?" I asked brightly, causing him to laugh.

"Oh, whatever!"

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A/N: This chapter… was shorter then I thought it would be.

Huh. Guess I could have made these two chapters one. OH WELL!

Ema's thoughts about Apollo and red had me snickering as I wrote them. And no, Apollo doesn't know about the "underlying connotations" of the color red... It's just his favorite color (I'd imagine!)

Trial starts tomorrow! I'm taking another break to play another section of Apollo Justice, then I'll write another chapter!