A box. He thrusted himself straight into a box.
"Geez! If you're going to fall into us, at least have the decency to apologise." The kidnapper spat disgustedly as he crept out from behind the object, clutching a meagre microphone and the prosecutor's teary-eyed boyfriend.
"I found you. Now hand him over."
"I remember promising no such thing." The kidnapper tightened his grip on Phoenix's arm, forcing him to wince.
"I never said you promised anything. I'm just asking you nicely to give him back."
"And I'm just nicely saying no."
"Put the microphone down."
"Why should I?"
"Because I told you to."
"And who even listens to you anymore, hmm? There ain't room for both of us, you know."
"Exactly my thoughts." The prosecutor snarled as he batted the slightly-pear-shaped voice-enhancing device out of the other man's hand, causing it to clatter to the ground, smashing its metal 'afro'.

"That was a good quality microphone, you know." The kidnapper sniffed, pushing his glasses further up his nose and subtly shaking his head before making direct eye-contact with the prosecutor again. Phoenix whimpered behind him, too petrified to do anything.
"I don't appreciate you destroying it!" The man suddenly lunged for Edgeworth's neck, chucking the weak defence attorney aside and focusing on trying to strangle the prosecutor;
"Y-YOU... NN..." Edgeworth widened his eyes in dumbfounded shock and dulled disbelief as he grappled for a grasp of the other man's arms in order to pull them off of his airway.
"You interfering bi-Gah!" The prosecutor cut off the kidnapper's swear-word as he managed to just-about wrestle the other man's arms off of him and force him into a headlock, slamming him into the wall. The kidnapper grunted, trying his best to coordinate his legs in an attempt to lash out at his assailant.
"PHOENIX...!" The prosecutor yelled;
"GET OUT... NOW... WHILE... NNYOU... CAN...!" Edgeworth heaved himself on top of the kidnapper, pushing him to the ground. The man took advantage of the situation to topple the prosecutor onto the floor from above him, attempting to scratch his flesh with his sharp nails.
"DON'T YOU DARE... PHEENIE."
"DON'T CALL HIM... THAT..." The prosecutor panted as he was rammed into the wall. Boy, he wasn't built for the kind of thing, and his suit was getting hella sweaty.

The defence attorney stiffened with every noise and sharp movement occurring from the mess before him, his whole body aching as he struggled to force himself forwards, nearer to the fight. He couldn't just sit there, and he couldn't just leave. If he did, Edgeworth would get hurt, wouldn't he? He had no choice but to intervene - to help. The defence attorney cried out in pain and frustration as he forced his numb limbs into action - only to fall face first onto the splinter-laden floor. Some sort of liquid began to drip from his cheeks.
"Gnnrgh... PHOENIX, NO... DON'T COME NEAR... US... GO...! LEAVE THIS... PLACE...!" The prosecutor called out amidst the mini war which was still taking place, feeling a wave of sorrow wash over him as he caught a glimpse of his frail, pale boyfriend slowly crawling towards them - inch by inch. This thought process was interrupted as his body was smashed into the cream-coloured wall again, forming bright white stars behind his eyes for a second. The prosecutor wasn't going to have that. Edgeworth, using pure brute strength, forced the kidnapper backwards by pushing him away from him, allowing himself a few moments to raise into a standing position again as he held the other man down.

How could the police officers downstairs not have heard this commotion by now?

Phoenix eventually arrived at the heart of the scene, at Edgeworth's foot, and meekly grappled at the prosecutor's crimson trouser leg, begging him to stop.
"P-Please d-don't f-fight... S-Stop th-this... Y-You're going t-to be h-hurt..."
"PHOENIX?" The prosecutor cried out in alarm;
"YOU'RE STILL HERE? AH-" Edgeworth only just managed to duck in time as the kidnapper swung a punch at him, causing the other man's fist to collide with the plaster of the wall behind him.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY, STUPID!" The kidnapper yelled at the defence attorney as he kicked him aside;
"YOU'RE NO USE TO ME IF YOU BECOME SEVERELY INJU-NNGHHH!" The man growled as the prosecutor shoved him away from himself, turning the two of them around and pinning the kidnapper against the wall.
"DON'T YOU DARE REFER TO HIM AS STU-GRAAGH!" The defence attorney let out a huge sob as he rolled into the same box's side which he'd been previously hidden behind, his eyes wide with fear.

Phoenix quietly began to whisper through broken wails and tears;
"S-Somebody h-help m-me... S-Somebody s-save E-Edgeworth..." He repeated this like a mantra, on his knees beside the box, until his voice was reduced to nothing but quiet whimpers, drowned out by the constant disgruntled sound effects of the fight.
"I-It's my f-fault... I-It's a-all m-my f-fault..." His voice faltered as he broke down into tears again, burying his head in his hands.

"I-I'm so s-sorry E-Edgeworth..."