"... And so now, the leader of the White Fang is unknown." Phoenix finished, as he told everything he knew about the file to Blake. Blake had followed along closely, taking sips of her coffee along the way.

"Ok, and I assume you know the question I'm asking you to solve?" Phoenix nodded, and replied, "The question is did Ivan really pass the leadership of the White Fang to Roman Torchwick?" Blake nodded to answer Phoenix's question. Phoenix only smiled, getting it right the first time.

Phoenix looked at the clock. "Hey, it's 11:30, and I did say I would buy lunch, so..." Phoenix got up, then a bolt of thunder sounded outside his apartment, and it started raining. "...Well, so much for that..." Phoenix then thought for a second, "Hey, do you want to check and see if I have anything yo would like?"

Blake got up and went to his fridge, and looked for food. "Hey, could I have some Tilapia?"

"Sure; I'll make it for you." Blake handed it to him, and went to finish her coffee. While he was making it, she decided to text her friends, telling them she was okay, and with Phoenix. She said she'll explain why later. They texted back texts of relief, and Blake sat back, content once again. Phoenix then came from the kitchen area, and handed her her food. He gave her a knife and fork, and sat down, watching her eat.

While Blake was eating, she noticed Phoenix had nothing to eat. "Do you want a bit of my Tilapia?" Phoenix just shook his head, "I haven't been able to eat much since my daughter's... well... 'disappearance'." As if on cue, Phoenix's phone began to ring. Phoenix picked up, eagerly, and answered.

"Hello?" Phoenix greeted whoever called him. Blake couldn't tell who it was that was calling him, even though she could. It didn't take much to know what he was talking about. He started to sweat on his forehead, nodding with an occasional "Yep", "Yeah", or "Okay". Phoenix's movements started to slow down, though, and once he finally said "Goodbye," He set his phone down in a trembling hand. He then ran his hands down his face, ending with his chin resting between his thumb and index finger, the rest of his fingers making a sort of "teepee" around his nose and mouth. He only looked forward, expressionless.

Blake didn't want to ask it, because she knew it was something bad, but she had to know to help him with whatever bad news he just received. "What... was it?" Phoenix looked at her, still expressionless. "They... they couldn't find anything... they didn't find any clues to help my daughter..." Phoenix answered coldly. Blake's expression changed to a soft one. What should I do? His daughter's now completely missing... She looked at the now helpless attorney, his hands now covering his entire face. As she was thinking, she finally noticed that he was shaking a bit, and then she noticed something she knew all too well: a single tear, rolling down one side of his cheek, finding it's way down to the chin, before finally hitting the ground below. Then came the uncontrollable sobbing, the agonizingly fast tears rolling down. Blake went to his side, putting one arm around his back, rubbing it in circular motions. Then something happened that Blake never thought would happen: He fell onto her shoulder, his tears now rolling down her arm. She put her other arm around the front of the attorney, and put her head next to his. She whispered to him that everything was going to be okay, softly shushing him every once and awhile.

It took her about 20 minutes to get him to finally calm down. She told him to stay on the couch, and let her fix him something. He asked for soup, which was easy enough for Blake to do. During the time, Blake had thought some things out. While the soup was warming up on the stove, she contacted principle Ozpin on her scroll.

Hey, principle Ozpin, I need to ask a favor of you.

And what favor will this be?

See, Phoenix's daughter was kidnapped, and I want to help him.

My, so you're with him... I suppose it's alright; Just know that all the studies that you miss will be required to turn in along with any other work you receive.

I understand

Ok, Blake. Happy Hunting.

Blake brought the soup to Phoenix, and explained everything. Phoenix only stirred. "Thank's Blake, I really appreciate it, but we have no leads. It's hopeless..."

Blake only looked at him with slight pity, "Phoenix, did you give up when helping Yang?"

"Well, no... but-"

"No Buts! We're not giving up. Not yet. Besides, I have an idea, once you finish your soup." Phoenix pondered at what she said, smiling at last, and started eating his soup. Blake turned on the TV to anything but the news. She knew what was going to be on there, and it wouldn't make Phoenix any happier.

Once he was done, she took his bowl and put it in his sink, along with her own plate. She went back to Phoenix, grabbing his coat along the way. She tossed it to him, and he looked down at the coat, confused. "We're going to the crime scene ourselves." Blake said, and opened the door for Phoenix.

"In this weather?"

"Phoenix, we need to go soon. If we wait, the weather will wash everything away!" Phoenix realized she was right, and got up, sprinting out the door to his car. Blake followed close behind him, hoping to find something to help his daughter.

(High Prosecutors Office)

Edgeworth sat his desk, thinking. There had to be something he could help his friend with... but what? Gumshoe was cleaning around the office, as he normally does, so he didn't have to worry about him. It could now be completely silent. Now, the crime took place in the parking lot, but there were-

"Sir," Gumshoe asked.

"What now, Gumshoe?"

"Well... I was thinking, did we really go to the crime scene?"

"W-what? Of course we did!"

"N-no, I mean..." Gumshoe clarified, "Was there another thing at the crime scene, that was removed like it always is?" This peaked Edgeworth's interest, "What do you mean?"

Gumshoe, now having the prosecutor's attention, explained himself, "Well, remember what that Apollo guy said? "We got out of my car, and then she was kidnapped". So that means..." Gumshoe said, leading Edgeworth on.

"That means... the car was there during the crime!" Edgeworth connected the dots. How could I have been so ignorant of the car!? Thank the lord for Gumshoe! "Okay; Gumshoe, get the warrant. I'll meet you outside of Apollo's house in 25 minutes.

"Yes Sir!" And then they went on their separate ways, each trying to help their friend as much as possible.

(Outside Parking-lot: Wright Anything Agency)

They got out of Phoenix's car. The rain had let up, and the crime scene was still intact. Phoenix and Blake looked to where Apollo's car was, during the crime. They checked on the lines, in the lines, outside the lines, even behind the pole that was in front of it. They turned nothing up. She saw frustration in the eyes of Phoenix. This is so hard on him... Blake thought for a moment. There is one thing... if I do find it, it will be bitter sweet... She took out her scroll, and turned it to her substance scanner. She went up to the poll, looking for something she knew all too well. And, unfortunately, she found it. "Hey Phoenix, come check this out." He scurried over to her, looking at what was on her scroll. On the scroll, was a picture of the poll, and there was writing on it, which said:

Defend Carson, and get your daughter back. Don't you'll never see her again... Don't Pull An Engarde!

Phoenix looked at it. He knew what it meant, but who did this? "Do you have any idea who did this, Blake?"

Blake thought for a moment. This did sound like someone she knew. But not someone, some people... "This looks like it was done by..."

(Apollo's House)

Athena was with Apollo. Since they had no work, she decided to hang out with Apollo today. They had sat down and started watching NCIS, one of their favorite shows. She especially liked Abby, the forensics scientist. Her personality was interesting to her, never sure if that's her real personality or a disorder. Apollo, of course, liked McGee. He was always made fun of, but came through when it counted.

Out of the blue, there was a knock on the front door. Apollo got up from the chair he was in to see who it was. Athena didn't care much, watching the show. The conversation finally caught her attention when Apollo yelled something about her car. She paused the show, got up to see who it was. It was that trench coat detective guy! She went to the door to greet him.

"Hey, you're that detective Gumshoe guy!"

"And you're Athena Cykes. Hold on a second. Pal! We need to search your car! We have a warrant!"

"Why do you need to search it!" Apollo whined, "I'm not exactly good on money if you mess it up!"

"I-Look! It's for Phoenix's Daughter, Pal!" Gumshoe yelled at the antenna-haired attorney. Apollo fell silent, and nodded to Gumshoe. Gumshoe then went out to the car, followed by Apollo, who was followed by Athena. Edgeworth was there, waiting to analyze the car. Gumshoe gave him the thumbs up, and he put on his gloves, and searched the car. He searched the car, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. Nothing, that it, until he checked the trunk. He found a few interesting things back there. He found a bag, and a scrap of paper. On the scrap of paper, was a sentence. And Edgeworth, after reading this to himself, he knew who did this. And by who, he meant a plural who.

"Trucy was taken by..."

(Phoenix and Blake)

"... the White Fang." Blake said, with a sigh. Phoenix was shocked when he heard this. Thank's to the research in the case he took up for Blake, he knew a little bit about how they work.

"What should I do? He is most certainly guilty, but my daughter's at stake..." Suddenly, hiss phone started to ring. He checked his phone, "It's an unkown caller..." He picked it up:

"Hello?"

"Phoenix Wright. This is the White Fang. Carson's trial is in 1 month. We will give you 1 week to make your decision. Oh, and if you had second thoughts," He heard someone rustling in the background, "Daddy!"

"I swear," Phoenix said, "If you as much as touch her skin, I will find you, and-"

"What? You'll kill me? Hah, how Cliche. We expect your answer soon. We'll keep in touch." And with that, they hung up.

Phoenix needed some time to think. What do I do? It's my daughter vs. What's right. I'm gonna need a lot of help... and soon.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Chapter done! Wow, that took longer than I expected. Sorry for a late update, I've been lazy since after exams. I hope you all passed, by the way. I will hopefully update before Christmas, maybe Christmas Eve... I don't know. I hope you all enjoyed, and reviews are happily accepted.

I do not own Capcom/Ace Attorney, nor Roosterteeth/RWBY. All right's reserved.