Chapter 5 : Reminiscence of Turnabouts...?

Again, very late. But I had no motivation to write this at all. Mostly because I dug myself into a pit with the last two chapters. Anyway, to the story.

Maya and Phoenix had eaten a hearty breakfast (at Nick's expense) before they headed to the detention center. When they arrived at the police headquarters, Miles Edgeworth and Detective Gumshoe were both there.

"Wright?" Edgeworth questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you and Maya here at the police headquarters? Did you get a new case?"

"Oh, hey Edgeworth. I'm looking for this Mr. Johnathan Reed. His sister came to the office looking for help, and Maya pretty much dragged me out afterwards. I know you're working on this case as well, so mind providing me with an autopsy report or do I have to entice Gumshoe into giving me one?" Phoenix replied, as Maya and Gumshoe chatted with each other.

"...I see. Gumshoe will give one to you when he prints another copy. Although I'm not sure how you found out I was on this case, I won't question it right now. After you are done talking to Mr. Reed, you can head to the crime scene and get the report from Gumshoe."

Upon finishing his words, Edgeworth and Gumshoe walked off. After Phoenix was done watching them leave, he and Maya headed into the building.

4 June

8.00am

Detention Center

Maya was positively buzzing with energy, while Phoenix was half-asleep. They were waiting for Johnathan Reed and didn't have much to do.

"Hey, Nick, it's been forever since we both worked on cases together, right? I really missed the adventures I had while you did all the work..." Maya reminisced on the past. "We were like Ace Crime-Solvers."

Phoenix barely nodded in agreement, too tired to really reply. Meanwhile, Maya continued rambling on about the past, like an old lady. He didn't pay much attention to what she was saying, and had almost dozed off when she suddenly went silent. Noticing, Phoenix looked up and saw a teary Maya. "...What's with you?"

Maya kept silent for a while, before finally replying. "...It's nothing." She opened her mouth to say something more, but couldn't find the words to say it. "I guess I just wished that our meeting wasn't in conjunction with my sister's death."

(Mia. That's what she's upset about, just like in the past.) Nick stared at Maya blankly for a while, unable to say anything. After finally making up his mind, he replied, "Yes, I know. Mia's death was tragic, but I'm not sure if we ever would have met and become friends if not for her dying. We can't do anything about the past, can we?"

At that moment, it seemed to be the wrong thing to say - Maya was close to bursting into tears, and anything Phoenix said would likely have made her sadder. But instead of sobbing in the Detention Center, Maya quietly said, "...I suppose you're right. I just want to see my sister again, though..."

5 June

8.45 am

Outside the Detention Center

After meeting with the defendant, Johnathan Reed, and obtaining the relevant information, Phoenix and Maya had left the detention center to head to the crime scene. It was shocking news to find out that the defendant and his sister were detective and prosecutor respectively, but then again Phoenix could easily have guessed if he thought about it more. Whatever the case, it was time to head to the crime scene and get more evidence and information. After all, Detective Gumshoe was probably there, and he'd easily give them the information they needed.

While they were walking, Maya spotted many a place she wanted to buy things from, so the poor defense attorney was dragged around to pay for all matters of things. While the weight of his wallet quickly dwindled, the evergrowing pile of shopping bags certainly made up for its loss by a million times. That said, though, most of the items were foodstuff that Maya planned on consuming while taking her own sweet time to help the investigation.

It couldn't be said that Phoenix really minded much - he couldn't help but smile as she continued to buy food. It reminded him of the past, before both of them were too busy to visit one another anymore. It certainly was something he remembered fondly, even if he always got annoyed at Maya buying way too much for her own good.

That said, she was buying slightly more than usual and expanding out of her usual range of foods, but at least she was paying for that tiny bit more herself. It'd be too much for his wallet to handle if it had to fork out any more of his cash. Maya did remember that Phoenix wasn't there to simply be his shopping assistant and pay for everything, so at least she was somewhat improving.

By the time they got to the crime scene, the duo had lots and lots of bags hanging on their arms and Phoenix was carrying a whole stack of them. Meanwhile, Maya was happily munching on the tako balls that she had got, commenting on how delicious it was. Phoenix quickly put the ones he had in his arms on the ground, along with everything else, before dragging Maya over to meet Detective Gumshoe.

"Hey, Gumshoe!" Maya called out, happily bouncing over to him. She was very much similar to her teenage self still, even though she clearly matured a lot since. Although the two had only seen each other a day ago, at the end of the trial Apollo was the defense attorney for, they hadn't had much time to talk. "I had heard from Nick that you got married to Maggey, when he wrote a letter in reply to the one I wrote him. It's been quite a while since then, so how are you two getting along?"

Gumshoe cheerfully greeted the spirit medium, slightly surprised and embarrassed by the question. He didn't expect that Maya would know about it, though in retrospect he should have guessed that someone would inform her. If it wasn't Phoenix, Trucy could have been talking to Pearl and decided to mention it, so it was inevitable news would get around to her eventually. "Maggey and I are getting along well, no worries about that, pal. We have a baby, too!"

Maya and Gumshoe immediately began talking about the child, who had recently been born. While the detective showed her pictures of the baby boy, the Fey clan head kept talking about how cute he was and how she hoped to meet the kid in person one day. Phoenix, who had been standing at the side, unable to do much, began to get irritated by the fact that the two of them were so easily sidetracked from the main task.

(To think that one's a detective and the other's a boss of sorts... I'm quite shocked at what passes for jobs like these.) The defense attorney was wondering how such people could do these jobs when Gumshoe finally adressed him. "Hey, pal! Why were you two so late to the scene? Mr Edgeworth and I already made a copy of all the important documents we have. He waited here for a while, before giving up and leaving to do something else."

"Well, someone was trying to show that her habit of using my money to buy herself all manners of things hadn't faded with age. That's why we came here with stacks after stacks of paper bags," Phoenix replied, meaningfully looking towards the spirit medium, who didn't look apologetic at all. He took the documents from Gumshoe, and quickly skimmed through them, before a very familiar voice approached the trio.

"You foolish fools... Scruffy, did any fool let you take a break and talk to those two foolishly foolish fools?" Sure enough, Franziska appeared with her whip in hand, ready to tell off the detective for getting sidetracked. (At least we know who's running this circus now...) The blue-haired lady greeted Phoenix and Maya, before turning back to look at the poor detective angrily. Surprisingly, though, someone had decided not to use her whip for once.

"Franziska? Weren't you in Germany for something or another? Why are you back in America?" She'd been away for quite a while, never mentioning when she would come back. Even Edgeworth and Gumshoe hadn't a clue of when she was returning, when they were asked just yesterday.

Gumshoe expected the last question. "She returned late last night, according to Mr. Edgeworth. He said something about her knocking on his door and refusing to go away until Mr. Edgeworth finally let her in. Apparently, she's temporarily going to stay at his house until she has to leave again."

Franziska used the whip this time. "You foolishly foolish fool! Did anyone ask when I returned? Those two fools only asked why I returned, and I'm very sure they were asking me, scruffy!"

"I'm only going to be staying for a short while, I think. I can't tell you what I'm doing specifically, but it's interpol things which don't concern your foolish selves. That's also why I'm staying at Little Brother's house, since going to my own house means I'll have too much to do again."

"Whatever the case, all of you should please hurry up and do your work. You foolish fools need to remember the case is tomorrow, and I expect all of your foolish selves to do your best to win the case." The young prosecutor simply was bossy that day, so everyone could only oblige and do what she said, before the whip came back to taste their flesh. Of course, listening to her might have been the best plan for all of them, since they wouldn't have done anything productive otherwise.

Evidence List

Attorney's Badge No one would believe that I was a defense attorney if I didn't carry this.

Autopsy Report Miss Helena Kowalskaya, age 26. Killed by arsenic poisoning.

Crime Scene Photograph Depicts the way the crime scene was when it was first discovered.

Victim's Medical Record Miss Kowalskaya visited the doctor multiple times within the week of dying.

Bowl of Rice Unnaturally high amounts of arsenic could be found in the rice.

Profiles List (relevant to Trial only)

Phoenix Wright Me. I'm the defense attorney in this case.

Maya Fey Spirit medium and head of the Fey clan. She's helping me to investigate.

Miles Edgeworth My good friend and the prosecutor. He's searching for the truth.

Helena Kowalskaya The victim. An illustrator and author.

Dick Gumshoe The detective in charge of this case. Unremarkable.

Angelique Reed The defendant's younger sister, who's apparently a Prosecutor.

Johnathan Reed The defendant. A detective at the police station.