"In light of this, I have no other choice but to cancel today's proceedings."

"Hold it!"

The courtroom went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop. I pushed the door open. I seemed to be just in time. Setting what case information I could gather at the prosecutors stand, I glanced up at the judge.

"The trial can go on. I shall argue in her stead."

"W-Why are you here?"

Phoenix Wright. I thought not seeing him for a whole year would have made this meeting easier. That my heart wouldn't race at the sight of him and that the first thing that came to mind wouldn't be the taste of his lips. But no, he clung to me. I guess I should have just been happy I was able to maintain my composure.

"Because Ms. Von Karma's been injured. She's in surgery now. Fortunately her life's not in danger."

My heart sunk; the thought of Fran being shot really made me anxious. I'm just glad she would be okay. Right now I needed to figure out the truth. And in all honesty I wanted to show Phoenix what I had learned in all the time we had been apart. I was truly a different man. I was following my father's virtues closer than ever before. Maybe I'd be closer to the boy Wright remembered. Would he like me more or like me less that way?

I mean I didn't really care if he liked me or not. We had one kiss it's not like we were married or anything.

During most of the trial Phoenix Wright seemed like his normal self. This seemed like just another trial. But when the trial began to draw to a close he became desperate and hurried. He was in a panic and when the trial ended it looked like a part of his soul died. This wasn't like him. Something was clearly wrong.
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I approached him after the trial had ended. I needed to know what was wrong. When I asked, he was despondent and the child he was with was in tears.

I dragged them both into the closest room and demanded answers. I was surprised how willing he was to give them to me. I realized quickly that this wasn't an ordinary murder case. This time there was a hit man involved. Shelly D. Killer. If he had kidnapped Maya in order to get an acquittal for the defendant, there was no doubt in my mind that the defendant is the one who hired him. Now I just had to prove it. I was just lucky to have Wright on my side. When he believed in me, I felt unstoppable.
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I haven't been able to get many things out of my mind since the trial began. My mind has been a whirlwind of evidence and testimonies as I try to peice this trial together. But for some strange reason the one thing that always sticks in my mind is Phoenix Wright. It's not the thoughts I used to have, the ones filled with annoyance and hate. Now all I could think about was the taste of his lips, the feel of his skin, the heat of his body pressed against-

I shook my head and looked up as Phoenix finally made his way out of the detention center. I had pulled a bit of a stalker-like move to track him down but I needed to talk with him. And it wasn't just because I had the insatiable urge to be alone with him. We needed to discuss this case.

When we were finally alone, he began to lament to me. It was quite a surprise. I'm not the person people go to for emotional support; and for good reason. As much as I would have liked to hold him tight and tell him everything was going to be okay, to show him down the proper path I couldn't do that. This was something he needed to discover for himself.
"It's entirely up to you to decide how to proceed," he seemed almost surprised at my answer, "I really can't tell you.

During last year's case, the realization hit me that I had lost sight of what it truly meant to be a prosecutor. I wanted to distance myself from that life, and reflect upon who I was; reconsider why I had chosen that path. And when I came upon that answer I would begin a new journey."

As I talked I stood awkwardly in front of him with my teacup in hand. He was so deep in thought he didn't even seem to realize how awkward I had become. My heart was beating really hard and I didn't know why.

"Now Phoenix, you must do the same."

I felt like the old wise sensei in those Samurai movies, passing on my knowledge to my young paladin.

"But how"

He looked up at me and the brief moment of eye contact made my heart race faster.

"Start by asking this question, 'what does being a defense attorney mean to me', you'll find the answer eventually."

I turned away from him and set my cup on my desk, I had no intention of drinking out of it.

"Okay, but I know that I can't let a murderer walk away scott free, and now poor Maya's life can only be saved by one thing, ignoring the truth. I have to do it, but it's not me"

He looked so distraught and upset, I remembered how he looked at the trial the other day and I walked over to him. He seemed surprised as I sat next to him and leaned close. He seemed unsure of what to, so I tugged on his tie so that our lips met. I had been fantasizing about this moment for a whole year. Wright pulled at my waist and with that we melted into each other. I kissed him with blissful passion and the wildest thing about it is that he kissed back. Did this mean he had been thinking about me too?

When we pulled away, both panting for air, Phoenix rested his head on my shoulder, snuggling close to me. I was happy to receive the sudden affection.

"I've been wanting to do that for a very long time," we both mumbled in unison before chuckling awkwardly and looking away from each other.

A wanting force inside me seemed to calm with Nick so near. We could face this trial together and I knew both of us could come out victorious, no matter what the verdict was.