Miles Edgeworth took another turn, passing through the light just before it hit red. Another day, another duty dropped on him. At least he felt prepared; his glasses were wiped clear, his coat was without blemish, his briefcase of documents sat beside him in the passenger's chair, and his car was purring as it had seven years before, when he had first obtained it. With one hand still on the steering wheel, he used the other to adjust the black cravat that hung from his neck. He had gradually done away with the white ones after the incarceration and subsequent death of Manfred von Karma.

Edgeworth pulled into the driveway of the small airport. Police cars were strewn all about, and most of the civilian vehicles ahd been turned away. One larger truck dwarfed the cruisers, and he drove forward and made a slight turn, parking himself parallel to it.

Briefcase in hand, he swung his legs out the opened door and moved to the back of the truck. The ever-present Detective Gumshoe was there, his green coat flopping around his towering body as he finished his chatter with the suspect sitting on the edge of the door, her legs dangling.

The young woman, identified over the phone as one Vera Misham, was dressed in a green coat and khaki shorts. She wore one red-topped shoe and one yellow one, with two pink bracelets on her left wrist. Her dark hair was wrapped up in a pink scarf with a single blue patch stitched into it. But Vera's wardrobe was not her most striking feature.

She simply looked straight ahead, her eyes unregistering, her hands in her lap. Not the slightest bit of motion in her could be detected.

Gumshoe looked back at Edgeworth. "I'm sorry, sir. I've read her rights and everything, tried to ask for statements, but I'm not getting anywhere. I-"

Edgeworth raised a hand, and Gumshoe gulped and dutifully stepped aside. The prosecutor moved crisply until he was in front of Vera next.

"Young lady, I hope you understand the seriousness of the situation. You are accused of murder. The body has been found, and the crime site is being combed as I speak. You know your rights, but I hope you also understand your limitations."

Vera said nothing. Just stared. Edgeworth barely suppressed a sigh.

"You can say anything you want to say, whether or not you think it will help your case. You can plead the fifth if you want, but..."

"Hey there!"

Both Gumshoe and Edgeworth spun around. Another young woman was walking towards them. She had long black hair, green eyes, and a wide closed smile. She wore a pink sweatshirt and black pants. She looks vaguely familiar, Edgeworth thought. But it surely can't be...

Gumshoe huffed. "Sorry, lady, but this is an important investigation. We can't let you..."

"No need to get all testy with old friends!" The young woman turned her head just so, and both men could see some sort of long, gold key stuck through a bun at the back of her head. She wagged a finger.

Memories came flashing back through Edgeworth's mind, all the way back to his earliest days as a prosecutor. No...it couldn't be...

"Wait a minute..." Gumshoe stopped suddenly. "Aren't you..."

The woman didn't let him finish, whipping up a leather bifold and letting the bottom half drop to open it. Inside was a police badge, of all things. Next to a photo, there was one line of text:

Kay Faraday.

"Detective Faraday, reporting for duty!"

Gumshoe blinked. "...No way in heck."

Edgeworth coughed into his fist, hard. "Pleased to see you again."

Kay clapped and laughed. "Great! Now that the pleasantries are outta the way..." She jumped forward, startling Gumshoe and Edgeworth enough to make them take a few steps back. The young detective practically skipped up to Vera, replaced her badge, and pulled something else out.

"Was this yours, honey? Or was it with someone you know?"

Edgeworth stared. Kay was grasping a small object between thumb and forefinger. It was a small square made out of imitation wood, with a space cut out in the middle. It held some sort of sticker. There were a few figures displayed in bright paint. A small picture frame...most curious...

And then life came back into Vera's eyes. She focused completely on the frame. She did not reach out, but her taut face relaxed as she leaned forward slightly.

And Kay snapped her fingers with her free hand a split-second before she thrust the picture frame towards Edgeworth. The prosecutor was flummoxed, but he bowed his head accordingly and gingerly took the frame with two fingers.

"It's always about connections, Mr. Edgeworth! Suspect and interrogator, attorney and client, prosecutor and defendant...there's nothing we can do except keep the wheels of relationships turning!"

Edgeworth forced himself to focus, despite the unexpected turn of events. He took another glance at the photo. The three figures were clearly visible now; a thin man, a woman, and a rough-faced man with a moustache. Each wore a robe and tophat with a unique color; yellow, blue, and pink. They seemed vaguely familiar...

"Am I to understand that this item was recovered from the scene of the crime?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Very well. I..." Edgeworth hesitated. "Why are you..."

"A detective?" Kay hesitated, then shrugged her shoulders and spread her palms. "Well...let's just say I'm still a fan of your work. Matter of fact, you're kind of...inspiration to me."

Her green eyes twinkled, and for a moment, a fleeting second, Edgeworth was struck by the blunt sincerity in them. Then he registered Detective Gumshoe standing like a comedian without material, looking for all the world like a lost puppy. Edgeworth snapped himself back to the environment.

"Detectiv-First Detective! Please escort Vera Misham to the Detention Center..."

"Ms. Misham! If I might interject..." Edgeworth flushed as Kay bounced back to Vera and presented yet another object that seemed to come from nowhere, a square of white paper.

"It's not really part of my job, but I thought I might give a recommendation."

Vera stared. The front of the slip of paper was just the information from the detective. But when she flipped the card, she saw two lines scribbled in pencil.

Apollo Justice.

Wright Anything Agency.

-A multi-chapter story; Chapter 7; story idea by CRed1988 and writing by Jerviss.