Apollo and Athena rushed Phoenix right as he walked through the door of the office.

"Mr. Wright," Athena started, but Phoenix brushed him aside. He went straight to his desk, and sat down. The 2 popped their heads in, and Phoenix motioned them to sit down. The sat down cautiously.

"Ok. As calmly as possible, tell me what happened." He said, acting as calm as possible. It had to take him un-imaginable strength to stay calm. Any other parent would be freaking out.

"Well," Athena said, "We all had gone to see a movie, and we took Apollo's car. We all got back from the movie, and something blinded us. We don't know what. Then, we heard a muffled scream. We didn't know it was her scream at the time, until we could see again. We noticed Trucy was gone. After it happened, we called you. We wanted to wait for you before calling the police." Apollo nodded during the story, confirming what Athena said to be true.

"Ok. Thank you for waiting. I'll call the police. We're shutting the office down for now, as we can't work in this type of environment. Keep each other in the loop, though. Understood?" They nodded, got up and left.

Phoenix started to dial the police, but changed his mind. Maybe... He dialed his phone. Please pick up...

"2 times this week Wright? You must be desperate." His old friend Edgeworth said.

"Edgeworth, I know you're back in town. I need a huge favor."

"Wright, I can't accept, I'm too busy with-"

"It's my daughter, Edgeworth. She was kidnapped last night." Edgeworth didn't respond, so Phoenix continued, "I know you were dealt with a kidnapping case a year or 2 back, and I was hoping that you could help me find out who did it. But, if you're too busy, I get it. Keep working..."

"...I'll send the detective over shortly, and I'll come after I wrap this up." Edgeworth hung up. Phoenix leaned back in his chair, looking up. He put his hands over his face, and wondered if he could have done anything else. Anything that could've helped. He then noticed he had a message on his phone, from his former client, Yang. He held the phone to his face and listened:

"Hey, spikey-hea- I mean, Mr. Wright. It's Yang. I will be sending the money soon, don't worry about it; we figured out how much it would cost. But, that's not the main reason I called. The reason I called is about your daughter. I am so sorry. Oh, what am I saying? I feel bad for you, but that won't do anything will it... Hey, if you ever need anything, give us a call. Even the cold princess, Weisse," Phoenix heard in the background someone kicking Yang on the boot, but Yang didn't react, "But, in all seriousness, we're here to help. Think of it as returning the favor: from us to you. I hope you find your daughter. Maybe once you find her, we can meet. You've told us a little bit about her. It would be interesting talking to her. But, I'll let you be. Good luck."

And then he heard the phone click, and the message was over. Phoenix set his phone down, and closed his eyes. When will this bad dream be over? Phoenix then heard a knocking at his door. Phoenix got up, careful not to touch anything, and opened the door.

"HEY PAL!" Gumshoe wrapped him up in a bear hug.

"Gumshoe, it's good to see you too... argh!" Gumshoe noticed he put the aging lawyer in pain, and set him down.

"I heard about that big trial in Vale, you looked good in there pal." Gumshoe set his eyes away from the lawyer.

"Gumshoe, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Well, pal," Gumshoe said, "I know it's your daughter and all, but..." Gumshoe swallowed, "I have to ask you to leave, as your emotions might get the better of you... sorry." Gumshoe looked up, staring the lawyer directly in the eye, "We'll find her, me and Edgeworth. Trust me." Phoenix looked him back in the eye, and nodded acceptingly. He got his stuff, and left to go to his apartment. For some odd reason, he found a new trust in his goofy-slip-up detective. He felt like if he didn't get her, he'll get close.

Phoenix entered his small apartment. He couldn't live in the office anymore because it was an actual work place now. He set all his bags down, and plopped down onto the couch. He decided to see what was on TV. Some NCIS, Mythbusters, Wipeout, but what he ended up watching was the Steel Samurai: Reborn. He watched that, and fixed some cheap roman noodles that he had spare. As he walked back, he noticed that vanilla file form earlier. He decided to pick it up and look at it again. "There had to be a reason for her to give it to me..." he thought aloud, "But why did she do it?" He sat down, and went through all the facts.

He eventually double checked anything, and saw he got it the first time. He had no other option, so what did out favorite blue suited lawyer do? He consulted Google. He was able to find more information out about everything. The partially whole story was that the Faunus order at the time was the pre-notorious White Fang, lead by Ivan Carsow. After a riot had gone ugly, coincidently in front of the Project 57 building, the leader was attacked, and, in his dying breaths, wrote out the name of someone. And that someone: the now wanted criminal Roman Torchwick. He then, a few month's later, passed it on to the now unknown leader of the Faunus. Phoenix closed his eyes. He had made good progress on this case, and he finally knew what she was asking. He went to his phone and called her, anticipating she wouldn't pick up. Of course she didn't so phoenix left her a message:

"Hey Blake, its Phoenix. Hey, I think I finally figured out what you want to ask me about it, and I will get to the bottom of it, but, as you may know, I'm in a sticky-no, traumatic situation. I can't think straight right now. I'll continue to work on it, seeing as I have nothing else better to do right now. But, if you want, you can call me, or even visit me at my apartment when you get the time. It's a 1-2 hour flight form Vale to here, so you won't be too far away. Maybe I can even treat lunch. But, anyways, I hope you have a good week off. And, I'm not angry. I can understand why you did what you did, now more than ever."

Phoenix then gave out his apartment info, and hung up. He then finished up his Roman noodles, and changed into his sleep attire. He went to bed sooner than he normally would. He needed a break. But he was scared to go to sleep, and ended up not sleeping for 3 hours. Well, if I'm doing nothing, I might as well sit and watch the streets of the night. Phoenix groggily got up, and got on some slippers. He shuffled out of his room, going to make some coffee. When he was brewing it, he spaced out, just thinking about... well, nothing. He didn't know what to think of the past few days. So much has happened. Phoenix knew he needed to get sleep, but he didn't want to see the nightmares.

As he finally came t, his coffee was well past being done. He took it, and shuffled over to the window. As he shuffled over there, he thought he heard something hit the floor outside of his apartment door. Might as well see what it is... Phoenix walked over slowly, checking the peep-hole: nothing. He opened the door, and looked to his left: nothing. He looked to his right: nothing. He looked down: Huh, never thought she would be here so soon... Outside his door, was Blake, asleep next to the door. She had dropped her book, and that's what made the noise. He sighed, looking at the girl with the black bow below him. He set his coffee on the counter, and went back, picked up the girl over his shoulder, and set her down on the couch, putting a pillow under her head. He got a light blanket, and put it over her. He then decided to keep his coffee on the counter. He looked at the clock: 3:00. I might as well face the nightmares. I need my strength for tomorrow. Phoenix then got into his bed, and was immediately out of it.

Blake woke up, more comfortable than when she fell asleep. The floor was suddenly softer... wait... Blake sat up suddenly, not knowing where she was. She looked down to see a blanket had been draped over her, and her book on a table... with a vanilla folder...

"Well, you sure did wake up." A voice all too familiar said behind her. She sat up slowly, and turned her head to see the spikey headed lawyer, but not in his attorney suit. He wore red shorts and a white tee shirt with a picture of Klavier Gavin on the front of it. She looked for a door to run out of, not wanting to stay here.

"Hey, hey, don't leave just yet! You got here, what?" Phoenix looked at the clock, "ohh, 5 hours ago?" Blake did some quick math.

"You brought me in here at 3 o'clock?"

"Yup; you looked cold." Phoenix said, as he took a seat beside her, setting 2 cups of coffee on the counter. "Relax a-bit. We have some things to talk about."

A/N: I decided to do a schedule of a few medium chapters, then a large one, to keep the variety going. I'm really having fun with this. I really can't wait to see how much you guys like it; Comments, Rates, and constructive criticism always welcome.

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