DECEMBER 26 12:31 PM
COURTHOUSE
DEFENDANT LOBBY #4

Manfred and I returned to the Defendant Lobby for a short time, so I can rest and gain back my composure. After seeing that picture, I didn't know how much control I could hold in. I've probably made a fool of myself in front of Blaise. I'm certain he took notice. This is not going to end well. (1)

Manfred had poured the two of us some tea, then sat on the couch next to me with his folded arms and a frown. It was good, because I needed the silence to think over everything that's happened. I held onto the part of my jacket that had my son's note. That was the only thing calming me down right now. If my son had fallen, he wouldn't have written that note. I shouldn't have panicked like that, but emotions can drive a man insane.

Hearing the door open, I stood up, then saw Raymond and the two boys behind him. Raymond seemed worried, while the other two boys seemed nervous as if they've done something wrong. 

"We messed up, didn't we?" Phoenix asked sadly.

"No, you didn't. You boys did a good job," I assured with a bright smile on my face. Phoenix grinned happily.

"Still, I heard what happened and saw the article. Are you alright, Mr. Edgeworth?" Raymond asked.

"I'll be fine. Thank you."

"Great. Miles first drags us here and now everyone's freaking out because he can fly like Peter Pan," Larry said.

"Wait, what was that you said?" I asked.

"See, that's what I mean! Everyone's freaking out because Miles can fly!"

"Not that one. Who did you say brought you here?"

"Oh, that was... oops, I wasn't supposed to say that!" Larry cried, sweating bullets.

"Wait, Miles was here!?" Raymond cried, almost freaking out.

"Um..."

"It's a good thing this room is soundproof. I'd control your chatter, unless you want said kidnapper to hear of the boy's whereabouts," Manfred said.

"I'm sorry~" Larry whined, showing crocodile tears.

"This place is soundproof? Wow! It's like one of those secret agent movies! SO COOL!" Phoenix exclaimed,his eyes glittering.

"Is Miles still here? Do you know?" I asked the boys. (2)

"Don't answer that!" Manfred called out.

"Hey! Whose side are you on, Von Karma!?" Raymond yelled.

"Fool, do you realize that by revealing the location of the boy, it will give Debeste a grander chance to keep Miles like a caged animal or do you want that to happen again?" Manfred snapped, snapping his fingers. "The boy is safer with us not knowing. Don't give the prosecution a chance of winning. Even just discussing his location makes the chance greater. If there's one thing Debeste is good at, it's getting to what hurts you the most and using it to keep you where he wants you."

"He's right. I hate to say it, but it might be better if I didn't know where Miles is at the moment. Just so long as he's still alive," I nodded.

"But, you're worried about him. Look at you! You looked like you're about to faint. It's not fair you can't see him," Raymond said sadly.

"I hate to break it to you fool, but life isn't fair. If it was, I wouldn't be here right now, now would I? In fact, you wouldn't be under suspicion of kidnapping!" Manfred said bluntly.

"HEY! It wasn't me and I'm not the one who tried to murder someone!" (3)

"Stop it, both of you!" I snapped as the two looked at my direction. "Arguing with Manfred isn't going to get us anywhere, Ray. I know you didn't hurt my son, but that gum was placed there somehow and until we find out how, I won't be any closer to finding Miles."

"I... I know," Raymond said sadly, bowing his head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Edgeworth. This is all my fault."

"What do you mean?"

"I... I told Debeste you were in the elevator," Raymond confessed.

"WHAT!?" Manfred cried, sweating bullets.

"He told me Von Karma was going to kill you! The blackout happened and you were in the elevator! I didn't think he'd..." (4)

"So, that's how he knew. You told him Mr. Attorney's location," Manfred said bluntly.

"I... didn't know."

"I believe you, Raymond. You have a trial with Jeffery Masters tomorrow. My trial will start earlier, so that should give you a moment of time to testify before his trial. I'll need you to prepare your testimony about this before your trial commences," I said.

"Y-Yes, Mr. Edgeworth."

The door opened and Blaise appeared, looking a bit more composed, but still showed hints of frustration. The children gulped fearfully. I turned to Raymond, who nodded.

"Okay kids, time for Uncle Ray to get you two back home!" Raymond grinned.

"Aww!" The kids groaned.

"I'll buy you ice cream!"

"YAY! Thank you, Uncle Ray!"

Raymond left with the children as we all watched them leave. It was good, because I did not trust Blaise with children. He's already hurt one child. He humphed, closing the door behind him.

"That was a disaster! I expected this to end today, but it seems there is more to discuss," Blaise said.

"What exactly are you trying to pull? Putting a child in harms way like that?" I snapped.

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"A child, you say? You know, I was thinking about that. You seemed a bit more decomposed than usual, dear Greg. Also, you haven't once said anything about that child belonging to your client. Now, why would that be, I wonder?" Blaise smirked devilishly. Seems like he's now catching on. (5)

"Why would it matter? He's just a foolish attorney. Nothing more!" Manfred argued.

"Really? You seemed quite defensive about him during our earlier recess for someone to call Mr. Attorney foolish. Could it be that the child is not yours, Manfred?"

"O-Of course he is!" Manfred lied, sweating bullets.

"So you say, but what about you, dear Greg? Is the child truly your client's son?" Blaise asked me. "Even if we are not in court, I can still use your testimony here in court. So... is he?"

I stayed silent. I knew how Blaise worked. As a prosecutor, he could use anything I say to him outside of court in court. That included cross-examinations. I faced a couple myself as a Detective and Defense Attorney outside of court. Even outside of court, every word that came out of my mouth mattered just as much as it did in court.

"Hehehe I see. It seems I've made an error on my part. He's your son, dear Greg. That's why you're defending the man that tried to take your life. You would do anything to protect your son. You haven't changed these last nine years," Blaise said, smirking devilishly.

"So what if he is my son? I've noticed you've been hesitant in informing me of his location. Could it be you lost him?" I asked, my glare now full of fire.

"I did, but now that I know he's your son, his location seems to have... narrowed."

"What do you mean!?" Manfred asked, glaring hatefully.

"Until now, I had thought he was your child, Von Karma. It was frustrating to find that little bastard. But, now that I know he's Greg's, this means he must be with that Detective Gant," Blaise smirked wildly as I felt myself turning faint. He knew me all too well. I was very close with Damon, so of course Miles would turn to him. "Heh, I thought so."

"I won't let you hurt him, Blaise!" I threatened.

"Oh, and what are you going to do, cry objection and point your dirty finger at me? Here's an idea, you can drop that foolish act and get back your dearly beloved child. I will just continue on prosecuting the man, who tried to kill you, and let justice avenge you."

"What's that supposed to mean!?"

"Gregory, you only defended this man to find your child. In truth, I don't need that brat. The only thing I want is your client to pay for believing he can get away with putting a gun to your head."

"Don't lie to me, Blaise. You couldn't care less if I had died that day."

"And what? You think that man could?" Blaise asked, his eyes pointing at Manfred. That moment, I could see some hesitation in him. I glared at Blaise. "That man tried to kill you. You think that by forgiving and protecting him that you both will go home, hug it out and sing jambalaya? You live in a fantasy world and are just as gullible like you were before. The only thing that man cares about is his job and HIS family."

"Your wrong," I said simply, trying to push back the emotion in my voice. (6)

"Why? Because he's protecting your son? HA! You really are a fool. He'd have stolen your son from your grasp the moment he pulled the trigger," Blaise grinned, then turning neutral once he saw my expression hadn't changed. "But, I can see you're stubborn. If I find you in court again, I won't promise your son's safe return. As I've said before, I want that man behind bars and I will make sure it happens." (7)

Blaise shot out the door as I sighed. It was then that I saw Manfred. He was thinking deeply again, arms crossed and frown. I rubbed the bridge of my nose.

"Looks like we've got some planning ahead," I said.

"No," Manfred replied as I looked at him in surprise. "Your son is with the foolish Detective Gant. You should get him back. It's as Debeste has said, he's only interested in me getting the Guilty verdict, not you. It was a nice change of pace in trusting an attorney, but it's over now."

"What? You can't be serious! This trial isn't over yet, Manfred!" I shouted.

"It is for you!" Manfred shouted, snapping his fingers.

"Not for me! I never step down until it's over!"

"Then, you are fired."

"Excuse me!" I glared as Manfred began heading out the door.

"It's as I've stated. I don't want to see your face again, Gregory Edgeworth."

"Don't you dare push me away!"

"I already have, fool!" Manfred smirked, his hand on the doorknob.

I can't believe it! He's just going to quite after we're so close!? I knew why. He was trying to protect Miles. "What makes you think he will agree to his end of the bargain!" He stopped. "Blaise is only manipulating your emotions and what makes you tick! He's always been like that! I should know! That's how he was able to use me as a puppet for almost my entire life! You think he's not going to be any different with you or me!?"

"Bah! You're speaking foolishness again, Edgeworth."

"You know I'm right! You know you're playing into the palm of his hand! Don't let him! Trust me, I can get you out of this mess!"

"I already had the moment I picked up that gun," Manfred replied, glaring at my direction. "Tell me, what is going to happen after you prove I'm not the killer? Will you defend me, if Debeste decides to go for Attempted Murder? Attempted Murder still results in life imprisonment. Can you save this client from that, Edgeworth? You think the courts will just forgive and forget like you do?" (8)

"..."

"Lady Justice is not merciful and this world is not filled with forgiving people. The moment you pick up the gun to kill, you've already become a murderer. If not, more people die. There's no room for mercy in the real world, Edgeworth. Whatever happens to me is what I deserve. You're not saving me by defending me from my own punishment I fully deserve. Find your son and go home." (9)

"Manfred..."

"Don't look at me like that. We're not friends. I'm the man, who tried to kill you. That is all," Manfred said coldly before walking out the door.

He was wrong. Manfred was wrong, but I didn't know how to tell him. He shouldn't have to go through this alone, even if he did try to kill me. He shouldn't have to live with the guilt of his own wrongs. I know how crushing it is. I just didn't know how to say it. I had to let Manfred walk away and I wish I could've stopped him.

1:10 PM
POLICE DEPARTMENT
OUTSIDE

Dick and I just got off his motorcycle and made our way to the Police Department. It was that moment when I heard this loud beeping sound. I turned to Dick. He unhooked his beeper (10) from his belt loop, then glanced at the phone number. His eyebrows furrowed.

"That's weird," Dick said.

"What's weird?" I asked.

"The District Courthouse is calling me from one of the Defendant Lobbies. Pretty weird, if you ask me." (11)

"Maybe it's about Mr. Von Karma! We should return the call! It could be from Nick or Larry!"

"You got it!"

Dick and I ran to the nearest phone booth. (12) Placing a few quarters in, Dick dialed the phone number reading on his beeper. I stood near him, hearing the phone pick up.

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"Hello! This is Dick Gumshoe, Junior Detective, speaking!" Dick spoke proudly. "M-Mr. Edgeworth!?"

Father!?

"Yes, he's... oh... don't worry, sir! We're already outside the Police Department!"

"What's going on!?" I asked aloud. Father knows I'm with Dick, so it's okay for me to speak aloud.

"Prosecutor Debeste found out you're Mr. Edgeworth's kid and already has an idea where you're at," Dick replied, the phone still on his ear.

"H-He does?" I asked fearfully.

"That's not all. Apparently, after finding out, Prosecutor Debeste claimed he will hurt you, if your father defends Mr. Von Karma. Mr. Von Karma even told your father to not defend him, firing him even just to protect you."

"This is bad. We need to do something, Dinkey!"

"I kno... oh, sure," Dick replied on the phone before handing it to me. "It's your father."

I put the phone to my ear, then said, "Father, you can't let Von Karma go without a Defense Attorney!"

"I know, son. Though, seeing as how stubborn that man is, he won't let me defend him until your safety is guaranteed," Father replied as I sighed. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, Father," I replied with a smile. Then began showing determination. "We're not quitting! Not while we're so close! Dinkey and I are at the Police Department. I'll see if I can talk with him."

"Son..."

"Father, don't give up! Keep investigating! I'll go talk to Mr. Von Karma and get him to snap out of it!" I promised, then dropped the phone before running to the Police Department.

"HEY! EDGEY, DON'T RUN OFF!!" Dick called out to me, but there was no time left to spare. I had to get to Mr. Von Karma. I couldn't let him give up like that! We've already come this far!

Being that I've been inside the Police Department so many times, I knew this entire building like the back of my hand. I had to get to the Detention Center where the suspects are kept. Luckily, I was right on time. Just as I made it to the front entrance, the police were taking Mr. Von Karma inside the Detention Center. I hid behind some bushes, then waited for the right moment before dashing passed the two security guards.

"Hey! Wha-!" I heard, but was able to hide among the police escorting Mr. Von Karma back to his cell.

I watched and waited before the police exited from the door of the Detention Center Meetup. I began sneaking around them, then ran passed the metal detector. I noticed the hallway I was in and another one to my left. This was were all the suspects were kept. Mr. Von Karma should be here. Taking a deep breath, I walked down the hall, while taking off the hood to my coat. I spotted him in the first cell on the right. At least he was alone.

"Mr. Von Karma," I called, trying to be as quiet as possible.

Mr. Von Karma jumped, turning around and looking quite surprised. I suppose I don't blame him. Usually, suspects expect visitations in the meetup room, not the holding cell. Though, I had to make sure it was somewhere Debeste would never think to look.

"Ch- Miles, what in blazes are you doing here?" Mr. Von Karma asked me in a whisper.

"You can't quit. Father is working so hard to defend you. I'll be fine. I'll find another place to hide."

"... so, you heard," Mr. Von Karma responded, seemingly more calm now. He folded his arms.

"Father beeped my friend and we called him from the Defendant Lobby... I probably shouldn't have ditched him like that," I said, now feeling bad for running off.

"No, you shouldn't. You're already in enough danger as it is. Regardless, you should go back home to your father where it's safe."

"No, you can't quit on Father. Please... I know it wasn't you. You never tried killing anyone."

"... that's not... entirely true. I did enter inside that elevator in attempt to murder your father in cold blood. Had my boss not fired his gun at the victim that day, you would be without a father."

I looked at him. He's lying, right? But... those eyes... he's telling the truth. Even so... I shook my head.

"You didn't kill Yanni Yogi. It was Debeste. Even if you did commit a crime, you can't let him go off free! You're a prosecutor! It's your job to prove their crimes and place criminals in jail!" I shouted angrily, grabbing a hold of the bars. Mr. Von Karma stared at me, he seemed... impressed?

".... your glare really is scary. You'll make a good lawyer someday," Mr. Von Karma replied, smiling sadly. He ruffled my hair. "I'm a lawyer as well as your father. Your father was kind enough to defend me, after what I've done. I'll be alright. You should go home, be with your father, be with your friends. I'm certain they all must miss you."

"B-But..." I pleaded, tears beginning to roll down my face as I felt Mr. Von Karma wipe them with a handkerchief he kept in his back pocket.

"Please Miles... go home," Mr. Von Karma pleaded with me calmly and quietly. I've never seen this side to him. It was nothing like the trials he prosecuted in against my father. He looked much scarier then and now he's not. He's actually very sweet. It made me cry some more. I didn't want him to go.

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"Isn't this just sweet?" I heard a chilling voice. I froze. No... NO. (13)

"You get away from him! He's going home to his father where he belongs. You won't be seeing Edgeworth's face as promised," Mr. Von Karma said with those eyes I've seen in the trials he fought in against Father.

"Hehe that's funny. You truly think that firing Greg is going to keep him from defending you? You underestimate the man. I know Greg. He will do anything for this little bastard!" I heard Debeste say before I felt myself being grabbed and lifted from the ground. I tried screaming, but he covered my mouth and all I could do was kick and fight off.

"Let him go, Debeste! You said so yourself that you didn't need him!"

"Hehe that was a test, you fool!"

"A T-Test?" Mr. Von Karma asked, his eyes widened in fear. I was fighting, but Debeste held me tight.

"Hahaha! You're a bigger fool than Greg. Even though this little bastard isn't yours, you still would throw your life away for him. What is making you do this, Von Karma? Is it your guilt for attempting to kill Greg. It's too bad you failed. That fool had been in my way, since shaking up with that woman. This boy was the only thing keeping him from ending my career. You think I'm going to throw away the only opportunity I have to make sure that fool stays quiet?" (14)

Father! Someone! Help me!

"He's just a boy, Debeste! Haven't you done enough to ruin this child's life!?"

"Do you think I care? You certainly didn't seem to care when using Master's daughter against him," Debeste smirked as Mr. Von Karma angry eyes began showing fear. "You're a master manipulator. Even you know that children are the best devices to use against their parents regardless of age, especially at this age." I noticed Mr. Von Karma's hands shake. His eyes were filled with fear, but they also seem to be watering. No... Mr. Von Karma, don't cry! I tried fighting, but my strength was wearing out and all the fighting was making me tired. "I'll be taking my leave. Tell your Defense Attorney that I expect your Guilty verdict or else this child will be meeting his mother earlier than expected."

Debeste began walking away, while I squirmed. I could hear Von Karma shouting, "STOP! DEBESTE!"

"Fool."

No... Father... I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Dinkey... Nick... Larry... Mr. Von Karma... Father... Everyone....

......

"TAKE THAT!"

"Neeeehhhhhhggggggghhhhhh~" I heard as soon as I freed one arm, reached in my pocket for the taser, then zapped it on Debeste.

I dropped on the floor, picked up the taser, then shouted, "I THINK HE PASSED OUT! I USED THIS TASER!"

"GOOD BOY! MILES, GET OVER HERE!" Mr. Von Karma called as I ran over to his cell. He scribbled something on a note, then gave it to me. "Go to this address. Go now, before that fool wakes up!"

"Let Father defend you!"

"I will! Now, go! Use this emergency exit over here!" Mr. Von Karma ordered, pointing to the Emergency Exit door at the end of the hall.

I nodded, then took off running through the Emergency Exit. On my way, I passed by a cell that I realized was holding someone, who stared at me with wide eyes. I must've not noticed him, but he had a funny hairstyle. After leaving out the door, I saw Dick running toward me from the entrance to the Police Department. He seemed furious, not that I blame him.

"HEY! WHAT'S THE BIG IDEA!?!" Dick yelled at me.

"You can yell at me later! I just tased Debeste! Hurry, we need to get to this address!" I cried.

"Got it, boss!" Dick replied, throwing me over his shoulder, then running toward his motorcycle.

"HEY! I'm not your boss or I'd be lowering your salary!"

"Actually, I'm your official babysitter according to your dad. He says he's willing to pay me 5 bucks an hour to watch over you. At this rate, I'll have enough money to buy a dozen instant noodles."

"Good for you!" I glared, sticking my tongue out before being strapped into the back of the motorcycle.

"Hold on!" Dick called out before taking off on his motorcycle.

2:36 PM
XXXXXX
FRONT YARD

Dick rode to the address on the piece of paper, after stopping a few times to look on the paper map located behind his black leather jacket. (15) The address took us to what looked to be like a big house or mansion. It was certainly a luxurious neighborhood. I was a bit nervous, because it reminded me of Aunty's house. That was also big with a big fireplace. I hope this one doesn't have a fireplace.

"Well, this is the place. Is this Mr. Von Karma's house?" Dick asked.

"What gave that away?" I asked almost sarcastically, which Dick didn't catch.

"Well, Von Karma's name is on his mailbox... oh."

"Don't worry, you're catching on," I replied with a smirk before the both of us walked up to the front door and rang the bell.

"Coming!"  I heard a voice call out.

After a couple of seconds, the door opened, revealing who looked to be like an older lady dressed like a model. She seemed to be in her late 20's, but I could be wrong. She wore light blue hair that was shoulder length, sunglasses on her head, a short turquoise skirt with a black laced petticoat, black fishnets, some turquoise thigh boots, a black top with a boat neckline as well as puffed, laced sleeves and black matching gloves. She was quite beautiful and something out of a fashion magazine, if one existed in the Victorian Era. Her wide turquoise hat was filled with black lace, which matched her outfit very well. She crossed her arms, then stared at us skeptically. (16)

"Hello Maim! Um... you must be Mr. Von Karma's daughter," Dick said awkwardly, which made me almost face palm.

"No, she's the daughter of JFK," I sighed, rolling my eyes. The lady chuckled humorously, showing a snobby smirk.

"And, who might you be? For a second, I thought you came out of a 70's movie, Mr. Greaser-Man," The lady asked, placing one hand on her hip, which swayed toward it. It's official, I love this lady already!

"My name is Miles Edgeworth. Your father told me to come here for safety. I'm trying to hide from my kidnapper."

"Kidnapper?" The lady asked, her eyes now filled with concern.

"Yeah! That prosecutor Debeste guy framed your father for murder and is trying to use me against him! My father is his Defense Attorney."

"So, that's why Papa has been distant. You know, I tried paying him a visit, but then he shoos me off like I'm some sort of peasant. Typical!" The lady vented, seemingly upset with her arms crossed. She sighed. "Come in, if you must." She opened the door wide enough to let us through.

"Thank you, Missy," I grinned widely as the lady ruffled my hair.

"Call me Serena," Serena replied.

"Wow, Serena Von Karma," Dick grinned.

"No, Serena Von Karma Hamilton. I'm married, you know," Serena bragged, her nose in the air and her arms loosely crossed.

"Wow, married too! Do you have any children?"

"Of course not! Christopher and I just got married last year! You think I'm going to go willy nilly and booming children? I think not! Not while I still haven't lived up to perfection in my Fashion Designing career." (17)

"Wow, a Fashion Designer!?" I asked, my eyes glittering in amazement.

"That's right! I'm sure you've seen Papa's fabulous suit. Completely handmade frock of the color royal blue to fit the status King of the Royal Court. The golden design on the lapels with the gold and violet waistcoat. And, of course, Grandmother's heirloom pen to go with the three clothed cravat. It not only sparks perfection, but it glimmers with royalty."

"Woooooow. That's so amazing," I exclaimed with stars in my eyes. I think Serena has become my favorite.

"That's pretty radiant. I always did wonder where Mr. Von Karma got his fashion sense," Dick grinned widely.

"I could make you a better looking coat, though it will cost you... I'd say about 600 or so," Serena smirked smugly as Dick began looking glum.

"Yeah... I don't think a year's worth of babysitting money is going to be enough to afford that."

"Of course, I might lower the price for children's clothing, especially if it's a rental. I can see you looking quite the dashing young man in velvet," Serena said, looking directly at me with glimmering eyes.

"You really think so? Would you make me a suit?"

"Oh certainly, little one."

"Yay!" I cheered excitedly.

"Geez, you seem to be getting all the cute ladies," Dick said glumly.

"What can I say? I'm cute and adorable," I bragged, showing my big round eyes as Serena giggled.

"You certainly are," Serena agreed. "Why don't you boys sit down over there, while I make us some tea?"

"Thank you, Ms. Serena!" I thanked Serena as she smiled graciously before entering the kitchen. "I like her. She's pretty and so full of fashion!" (18)

"I agree. I can't believe she's Von Karma's daughter. I mean, not that I expected her to be like her father to a T, but... this wasn't what I expected," Dick replied.

"What did you expect? Some PreMadonna rich daughter grubbing off her Mummy and Daddy for money?" I asked teasingly.

"Not... really. I expecting her to be a little more..."

We both heard Serena coming from the kitchen and into the living room where we were sitting. She brought a tray with three tea cups, a kettle of hot tea, a small sugar bowl and a small container of cream. She poured each of us a small cup of tea, then allowed us to put in as much cream and sugar as desired. I always loved tea. This tea is especially good.

"This is good!" I complimented.

"Thank you. It is a recipe by Mother. You will always expect the Von Karma household to brew tea to its perfection," Serena bragged, sipping her tea.

"Wow, this is great stuff!" Dick complimented as well.

"But, enough about Mother's tea,"Serena said, then dropping her smug facade and showing a more serious and stoned expression. "You say Papa sent you here, correct?"

"Yes," I replied, paying attention like I always did when Father had a serious talk with me.

"Do you know what's going on with Papa? You say he didn't kill anyone, that he is being framed for it by the prosecution. I want to know everything."

"... Father and I were trapped in an elevator in the courthouse for five hours. W-When I woke up, I saw Mr. Von Karma. He was hurt. I was worried and asked him what was wrong. That was when I heard a gunshot, the one that killed Mr. Yanni Yogi. When Debeste saw I was awake, he took me, then used me against Mr. Von Karma. H-He turned himself in, confessed to murdering Yanni Yogi, even though it wasn't him. Debeste and his men trapped me inside a crate and tied me up in an Abandoned Building. It was cold. They took me to the second floor once I tried escaping, then sometime later, Dinkey found me and got me out. I've been with him trying to help Father prove Mr. Von Karma's innocence. It was fine for a while, because Debeste thought I was Mr. Von Karma's son, but then he found out I was Father's son and tried to get Mr. Von Karma to fire Father as his Defense Attorney. I snuck into his Holding Cell at the Detention Center to get him to change his mind, but then Debeste tried kidnapping me again. Luckily, I had a taser with me and tased him until he passed out. Mr. Von Karma gave me the address to this place and I got back to Dick and... here we are."

"About that, you shouldn't have ran off like that! I was worried sick something happened to you. Even your father was worried," Dick rebuked me.

"S-Sorry."

"... So, Papa never tried killing anyone, not even that Defense Attorney?" Serena asked. I bit my lip. I still remembered what Mr. Von Karma told me in the cell.

"He... He did say he did try to kill Father, but... even so, he didn't kill anyone. He didn't even pulled the trigger! He shouldn't be charged for Yanni Yogi's death, even if his intention was to kill Father!"

"But, he never performed any action to kill the Defense Attorney?" 

"... he picked up the gun."

"... I see."

"Were you told anything? Did you seethe trial?" Dick asked.

"I did. Papa told me not to get involved and wouldn't say anything other than he tried to take the life of his Defense Attorney and failed. I might be a Fashion Designer, but I'm not an imbecile. I know Papa. If he intends on doing something, he does it with perfection. He wouldn't just kill someone and fail at his job. Not that he's murdered anyone before, but that's who Papa is. He's a perfectionist to the core," Serena stated with sureness. (19)

"You don't seem to beat around the bush about your father being a possible killer."

"As I have said, I know Papa," Serena smirked, arms crossed, before showing that seriousness and stone look on her face. "I know he would not just throw away his perfect reputation. The moment he confessed, I knew something smelled fishy. There's still one thing that still bugs me."

"What is it?"

"Why would he hire the very Defense Attorney he attempted to kill? Of course, I am aware that he's protecting young Miles here and I can see him doing that no matter whose son he belongs to, but to allow the very man he tried to kill defend him is something I don't quite understand."

"I'm sure Father must've convinced him somehow. He was worried about me," I said, looking at my tea.

"I'm sure your father was worried. Any father would be. The thing is Miles, Papa is stubborn. He's not the kind of person to trust anyone with his life, especially not a Defense Attorney. It goes completely against his pride. Sure, he might give up some of his pride for your sake, since you are a small child, but he would not do it for a Defense Attorney... period."

"... I don't know, then."

"I know this is far fetch, but do you think it could have something to do with Edgey's father being a former Chief Detective?" Dick asked.

"Former Chief Detective? Now, that is quite the feat," Serena smirked smugly, then sighed. "Sadly though, he'd just consider the so called Defense Attorney a traitor to the field." (20)

"Even so, my father is the kind of person that questions his clients before investigating. It's how he knows for sure if they're guilty or not. Even if Mr. Von Karma is stubborn as a donkey, Father would find a way to open him up or get any sort of information out of him. He'd find a way to get information out of Mr. Von Karma and find out how to gain his trust like he always does. Mr. Von Karma may not trust Defense Attorney's, but he trusted Father somehow. Maybe he trusted Father with helping him find me and save me from Debeste," I said with determination. Serena listened carefully, then her eyebrows rose.

"I have to say, you're a smart one, Miles. If Papa was to work with a Defense Attorney, it would be to find a common goal outside of the trial. It does not surprise me that he tried firing your father right when your safety was promised, if done so, but then why change his mind so quickly? I will have to guess I'm not expecting your father to come pick you up any moment now."

"I know this sounds crazy, especially after knowing he tried to kill Father, but I think he's trying to protect Father as much as he's trying to protect me."

"... protecting the Defense Attorney he tried to kill?" Serena asked, eyes full of surprise.

"I know it sounds crazy, but hear me out! When a Defense Attorney takes on a client, they get to know everything about them! They build a relationship! Mr. Von Karma has fought against Father in court and now is his client. I don't think that comes without some sort of relationship building. They know each other in ways most other private lawyers and their clients don't. Mr. Von Karma knows Father as a rival and an attorney. Perhaps it wasn't his intention, but maybe he's grown to see father as something more than a regular Defense Attorney he faces in court."

"Hm... more than a regular Defense Attorney? ... I suppose that is... possible. Say, you are right and Papa decided to make your father an exception to people he trusts in his life, why not just simply return you to your father then? He'd be killing two birds with one stone."

I began thinking deeply. I thought back to the Detention Center Holding Cell and when Debeste tried kidnapping me again. I will never forget his words:

"That fool had been in my way, since shaking up with that woman. This boy was the only thing keeping him from ending my career. You think I'm going to throw away the only opportunity I have to make sure that fool stays quiet?"

"Do you think I care?"

" Even you know that children are the best devices to use against their parents ... especially at this age."

It was after that, that I remembered Mr. Von Karma. His hands were shaking, his hands grabbing a hold of the iron bars keeping him from saving me. His eyes watered, trying to hard not to cry, yet feeling helpless when it seemed that I would be in Debeste's hands once more. I can only imagine how frightened Mr. Von Karma felt. No, not just frightened, but helpless, powerless, defenseless. Had Mr. Von Karma never felt like that before? Had Mr. Von Karma never found himself somewhere where he felt like nothing he could do would save someone he wanted to save? Father said he felt that way about Mother.

I muttered, "I think he realizes now he can't protect me anymore." I looked up and saw Serena stare into nothingness, almost as if something happened she never thought to be possible. 

3:00 PM
DETENTION CENTER

After getting off the phone with Dick, I decided to pay a visit to my client, or at least I'm hoping he's still my client. A part of me was worried about Miles. I don't know if Dick found him or not, but I'm certain he didn't go too far. I'll have to ask Manfred if he's seen Miles and if he's alright. A part of me was scared about what I was about to hear.

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Once I entered the room, what I saw was the opposite of what I expected from Manfred. He was no longer crossing his arms with closed eyes. He sat up straight. I had a bad feeling about this.

"Manfred?" I started out.

"I apologize for my outburst back then. We should discuss what to do for the next trial," Manfred said.

"I thought you said I was fired," I said bluntly. Though, I was more surprised he's apologizing for anything.

"I changed my mind. Debeste cannot be trusted to fulfill his end of the bargain."

"... I agree, but why change your mind this quickly? ... Did you see Miles?" I finally asked and that's when I noticed that hesitation before collecting himself.

"I did. He was trying to persuade me to hire you back as my Defense Attorney. Of course, it didn't work, but... then Debeste tried to take him again."

"What!?" I exclaimed, fear growing inside me. I felt myself panic like I did at the end of the last trial.

"Don't worry, he's alright. He was given a taser, perhaps from that foolish Junior Detective. I gave Miles the address to my home in this district. My eldest daughter, Serena, lives there with her husband. He'll be safe there. Debeste knows nothing of my children... obviously."

I sighed in relief, then said, "thank you."

"No, I should be thanking you for defending me, even when I tried to end your life. Edge- no Gregory..." Von Karma said, then stared at me with a sorrowful and helpless look on his face. Even as his attorney, he's never called me by my first name before. "I couldn't protect Miles. Behind these bars, I am useless! No amount of perfection I hold could've saved that boy. He was only lucky to have gotten out. If I can't protect that child, how can I protect my children, my wife... my grandchildren? I can't. I don't deserve your help, but I need you, right now more than ever."

I was flabbergasted, but smiled as I replied, "of course I'll help you. You're my client, it's my job as your attorney to defend you in court. As for Miles, I trust your daughter and Dick will look after him. You don't have to do this alone, Manfred. I'm right here by your side."

"Thank you," Manfred replied, chuckling slightly. "It's strange. I never trusted Defense Attorneys, only in my perfection. Though, now I'm starting to think maybe I'm not so perfect after all."

"I wouldn't say that. Didn't you say your father taught you that perfection is the the most perfect you? I don't think he ever intended on you being a Saint or to never make mistakes. I believe he wanted you to reach to your highest expectations. Even if we're adults, we're always learning new things. You did just admit to me that you couldn't protect my son alone, ergo you can't protect your family or anyone else alone." (21)

"... hm."

"As a Chief Detective, I thought my job was the most important thing in my life, that I didn't need anyone else. Then, Rachael opened my eyes to the truth and with her I had Miles. Now, I have someone important in my life that I would never trade over any job. Even now, I'm learning you're a better man than I thought."(22)

"I tried to kill you, might I remind you."

"... at least you didn't end me. I forged evidence that resulted in Rachael's execution. To this day I consider that my biggest failure. Once Miles turns 15, I'll turn myself in for being an accomplice in the murder of Rachael Newslayday," I admitted. Manfred stared at me with shock-filled eyes. (23)

"You foolish man. You would do that,"Manfred muttered, though his eyes showed more sympathy.

"That's why, more than ever, I want to save you. Even if you must go to trial again for Attempted Murder on my life, I will still defend you. I don't think I'll ever be given a second chance to makeup for what I've done, but at the very least, I can give that to you. You will be able to watch your children and grandchildren grow, have families of their own, get married, even spend time with them that you've never had the chance to do. You can even kiss your wife and tell her how much you love her. I can't have that and I will only see Miles grow to be 15 before only seeing him behind this glass wall for all my life." (24)

"... I see.... Go to my office. As my attorney, you shall be allowed. I have a book called Homicide Law. It contains everything you need to know about the law and punishments regarding to Homicide. If you intend on defending me, even for Attempted Murder, I would suggest you use that to your advantage."

"Manfred..." I said with shock-filled eyes. This was not what I'd expect out of this man. I smiled. "I thought you said you didn't trust Defense Attorneys."

"... I suppose I can make room for one exception. Also, I don't want to see you behind this glass wall in the next seven years. I don't know how much help it will bring to mine, or your case in the next seven years, but I'm sure you can find some sort of miracle like you always do."

"Thank you, Manfred."

"Don't fail me, Gregory."

"By the way, is it just me or are you starting to get used to calling me informally?" I teased.

"You're one to talk and don't get used to it. I'm not a pleasant person to be around."

"I know," I smirked.

"I'll see you in court."

"As usual," I replied back, then left the Detention Center. I get the feeling that this informality is going to continue for years to come.

AFTER STORY NOTES:

1. Keep in mind that Gregory had seen a picture of his eight-year-old son flying 30 or so feet in the air. I've hardly met any parent that wouldn't have a panic attack over seeing their kid in dangerous situations. It's not just a mother thing. Fathers panic too, especially single widower fathers (honestly, I feel that fathers get the short end of the stick in shows and media). Now, most Fathers don't panic over small things as much as mothers do, such as seeing their child climbing on walls or the roof of their house, but that doesn't mean they don't worry or get a panic attack if they do see their child in a dangerous situation. Perhaps if Miles was deliberately doing this, then Gregory would have enough composure to know his kid is smart enough to get out of it, but since Miles was kidnapped against his will, this would be no different than seeing a grown adult throwing your child out the window. That's basically what Gregory is seeing... his child being thrown out the window and flying somehow. 

2. I should make it clear that Gregory shouldn't have asked that, considering the danger it could put Miles in, if anyone heard or if Blaise knows anyone in the room has knowledge of it. But, keep in mind that Gregory doesn't always think logically 24 hours a day. His emotions will get to him, as proven in the previous chapter. He is recovering from his panic, so he isn't thinking too logically right now and will return back to his normal state. Regardless, no matter how logically sound or how much common sense you may have, everyone has their moments of allowing their emotions to have control over logic or common sense. Right now, Gregory is acting like a panicked parent, who wants to see his child safe and sound. 

3. I know this should be very obvious for anyone who knows Raymond Shields and has played through Miles Edgeworth: Prosecutor's Path, but Raymond isn't someone that easily forgives people like Manfred Von Karma. It took  him seven or so years to forgive Miles for siding with the man. Even if Manfred is trying to save Miles, to Raymond, Manfred is going to have to do something FOR GREGORY in order to earn any forgiveness for everything he's done, including attempting to murder Gregory. 

4. Before you start commenting how stupid this is, keep in mind that at that point in time, Raymond had never met Blaise or knew him personally. Yes, he knew about Blaise Debeste through Gregory and knows that he is the reason for the death  of Rachael Newslayday, but that's only through word of mouth. Hearing what someone did and experiencing it are two different things. Raymond experienced what Manfred did and thus is less forgiving toward him, but he had never experienced what Blaise did and thus is more forgiving. That's how Raymond has always been. That's why he's much nicer to Franziska than he was to Miles in the game. It's not to say he doesn't believe Gregory when he was told that Blaise is a terrible person, but again hearing it and experiencing it are two different things. Even we are guilty of not taking warnings as seriously after hearing it until AFTER we experience the results. 

5. Even though Blaise isn't a genius or smart, he still knows Gregory. Gregory isn't someone that normally panics the way he did in court. Since he's proven that his child is the only thing that matters to him more than anything else, that tells Blaise that there's something about that child that hits him home. So yes, Blaise was going to figure out that Miles, the child he kidnapped, is actually Gregory's son and not Manfred's. Also, considering Miles was the only child in the elevator among two older adults, only one being a father, Blaise finding out would only be a matter of time.

6. Blaise is using manipulation on both Manfred and Gregory. He knows the ways of manipulating Gregory from the past times he's done it multiple times. Of course, since Gregory has grown and learned how much Blaise used him, he knows how to combat those manipulation tactics. Unfortunately, Blaise is also manipulating Manfred. He has learned that Manfred has a soft spot for Miles. If Manfred feels that Miles would be safe if Gregory was no longer defending him, he would do it. 

7. I will return back to this later, but all you need to know now is that Blaise is seeing that Gregory is no longer effected by his manipulation like before. Having realized how much Blaise had manipulated and controlled him, Gregory is no longer effected by Blaise's manipulation. As someone, who has experienced being controlled and manipulated before, often it takes lack of physical contact or communication with the manipulator for a long period of time for you to learn how the  manipulator had manipulated you for so long and learn to combat it. It's not to say it doesn't effect you, it's clear Gregory is still effected by it, but those words and feelings can no longer control your actions. You have the power to say no and that's what's going on with Gregory. This isn't to make a statement about manipulation or psychological abuse and how to fight it, since I'm not a doctor trained in this, but this is based off of my own experience and I do place my experiences of certain things in stories, even  uncomfortable subjects. If you are someone that is being abused in this way, seek professional  help. Don't go basing your answers off of this story. 

8. Manipulation or not, to Manfred, Gregory will only be his temporary attorney. Manfred had tried to take Gregory's life the moment he stepped into the elevator and picked up the gun. He trusts that Gregory will defend him to both save his son and stand for the truth, but this is also the reason why he believes Gregory will stand back once Attempted Murder comes into question. To Manfred, since Gregory stands for the truth, even if he was to continue to be his attorney, he will stand back once Attempted Murder starts coming up. As Manfred had stated, even if it is Attempted Murder, there can be severe punishments for that. It may not warrant the Death Penalty, but it's still going to ruin his life and career. 

9. This is also true in Manfred's mind, who has experienced what happens if the witness' testimony is dismissed and the guilty defendant is given a Not Guilty verdict. In his mind, not only does he believe Gregory will stand back once Attempted Murder starts coming to play, but that he should stand back. To Manfred, he should be punished for his actions and, if not, then he might harm someone else. This makes him less hypocritical, since he believes that even he himself could become a threat to society, if he is not punished for his actions. Now, I will come back to this later on.

10. For those of you too young to understand, beepers are these devices before smartphones and texting (fast texting where you didn't have to press a number on your phone two or so times to get a letter). You would call a certain number and it would let the beeper know that this phone number is calling you. There were also beepers where you can have certain numbers be under someone's name and their name would show up on the beeper. 

11. For those of you wondering, "why doesn't Gregory just use his cell phone like Phoenix does?" this is 15 years before the first game. Fifteen years before 2001, cell phones were not only uncommon, but they were bulky, for the rich and not as reliable as they were in 2001. I know, this is a futuristic timeline bla bla bla, but if we're going to go by their timeline where they're not as technologically advanced as the year they are in, then neither are the years before. In other words, in the AA version of 2001, they never had cell phones and lived like it was 1991. You're gonna see more of that. Have fun XD

12. This is what people used before cell phones. There are still phone booths that are working, but they are far and few these days and only are found inside buildings. Outdoor phone booths used to be very common before the 2000's. You would place two quarters in, then dial a number to call someone. If it's an emergency, you could dial 911 without placing quarters in. They became nonexistant sometime around the early 2000's, once criminals started using them more than the common people.

13. You can already guess who it is. Miles didn't anticipate the security cameras. Since Blaise is the Chief Prosecutors, he has immediate access to the security cameras so long as it is part of the trial. Yes, he is abusing his powers as Chief Prosecutor and yes he did anticipate finding Miles with Von Karma.

14. Going back to 7, Blaise had used his manipulation tactics in the Defendant's Lobby to manipulate both Gregory and Manfred in order to get to Miles. He's realized then that Gregory was unaffected, but Manfred was still effected, being that unlike Gregory, Manfred is still under Blaise's thumb. Following Blaise's words, to Manfred, is the best decision. Blaise wants control and he knows that if he has Miles, he will have control over Gregory, who will do anything to save his son. Not only that, but Blaise intends to continue to hold his son hostage after Manfred is declared Guilty. As Gregory has stated, Blaise is starting to slip and no longer has as much power as before when Gregory was his lab dog. Manfred now realizes that not only was Gregory right, but that he is just as much a puppet to Blaise as Gregory once was to the same man.

15. What GPS was like before the GPS. Luckily, unlike the other stuff that was often used in the 1990's, there are still maps you will find in your local library and other places. Though, back then, you would find maps in gas stations, grocery stores and other convenient stores as well.

16. Any of you that want to draw fan art of her are allowed as long as you tell me about it, so I can link it. Also, if you draw any art and want it to be in one of my chapters, please let me know and I will do so, while also placing whom to give credit to.

17. Yes, not all of Manfred's children become prosecutors. Manfred did mention about his son being a detective, but I wanted the other child to be someone that is far from the legal department. It's how I'm able to differentiate one from the other and make each character feel unique. One issue I did have about Franziska was that she did feel too much like the female version of her father. She did get better later on and felt more like her own character, but she felt too much like her father in Justice For All. I think the Investigation games were what officially made Franziska more unique and different from her father, besides the whip. 

18. Even though Miles is a small boy, he does value clothing and fashion. I believe this is why in canon Edgeworth dresses up like he came out of a 18th century novel. Even as a boy, Miles still dressed up very nicely. I don't think it's just Gregory dressing Miles up. Most 8-year-old boys know how to pick their own clothes and dress themselves up. Some struggle with that, but I think it depends on the child.

19. Serena may love her father, but she also knows what kind of a man he is. Even Manfred had mentioned about her and her younger brother and mother knowing about the kind of corruption he does. Serena is trying to figure out if her father is innocent and how innocent he is. 

20. Another thing to keep in mind is that Gregory not only quit his job, he left his colleagues that were under him in the dust. By that, I mean he never made an announcement, said goodbye or even warned the P.I.C. before leaving. Normally, people of that high position are given a grace period, so that the management is still going. Though, that's not what Gregory did. He left his badge on Debeste's desk, then never looked back. To the Police Department, Gregory ditched everyone at the Police Department and the Prosecution. It's textbook act of betrayal, in other words. Manfred would see Edgeworth no differently, if he knew that.

21. What Manfred had believed for many decades is that he must achieve perfection, so that he would no longer have to make mistakes or learn anything  new. Though, by doing so, he never grew. By realizing and admitting to himself that he is too helpless and defenseless to protect anyone, he has not achieved perfection. In response, Gregory is advising Manfred to understand perfection by going back to what his father taught him about perfection. Manfred's father never taught him that by achieving perfect, he will never achieve any higher or make mistakes. It means that Manfred would achieve the best of his abilities though his own hard work as he works up the ladder. Gregory doesn't want to throw away something that his client considers valuable, but instead turn his thinking around. Instead of seeing perfection as being the greatest, never making mistakes, never doing wrong or learning new things, he can see it as a way of growing and learning. Manfred can use his situation as a stepping stool in growing to achieve perfection in the ways his father taught him.

22. If you remember, in Inherited Turnabout, Gregory said that he would never allow his son anywhere near Manfred and even told Manfred that he was a corrupt prosecutor that forges evidence. Having worked with Manfred in this case, Gregory is learning that not only are they really no different from each other, but that Manfred was not the kind of person he never wanted his son to ever be around. Gregory is even realizing that he might actually encourage their companionship, because he now sees that Manfred is a much more caring person than he lets on. He values his family and he values Gregory for defending him. Even when Manfred is prideful and hardly apologizes or says "thank you," he's proven through his actions that he does value people's help and is capable of regretting his actions. He regretted ever attempting to take Gregory's life, since he is a father of a young child who has no other family, and values Gregory defending him when he doesn't deserve it.

23. This isn't something Gregory just admits to anyone. In fact, the only people that know this so far, aside from Debeste, are Gant, Goodman, now Miles, now Gumshoe and Raymond. Telling Manfred about this is Gregory admitting that they are no different. He's not just forgiving Manfred, because he has a too-kind-of-heart, but also because he sympathizes with him. Gregory knows that Manfred can't trust anyone easy and by admitting this to him, he's basically allowing them to connect and start a relationship. NO! Not THAT kind of relationship, but if that's what you were thinking, there's your nightmare fuel for the day XD In all seriousness though, I believe this kind of relationship will go into very interesting directions. 

24. Manfred had mentioned in 9 that once the trial starts focusing on the case of Attempted Murder, Gregory would back off or leave him, being he believes in the truth above all else. Now, Gregory returning back, is telling him that it isn't true. Even if Manfred had attempted to end his life, Gregory still wants to defend him to give him the second chance he will never get for being an Accomplice of his lover's murder. Manfred now sees Gregory in a different perspective. He is still the defender of Truth, but he is also a man of second chances. Gregory, as a Defense Attorney, wants to use the Truth to give his clients the grace and mercy he never had. So now, instead of seeing Gregory as someone that's going to stand back once the truth is revealed, he sees Gregory as the kind of Defense Attorney that tries looking for a different truth in order to lighten  his clients' sentences Guilty or Not Guilty. By offering a book on Homicide Law, Manfred is willing to help Gregory find a way to turn the Attempted Murder around, including his own possible Accomplice sentence. If there is a way around those sentences, Gregory will have to go by what's written in the law books.