Hi all, this is my first Phoenix Wright fanfiction that I am publishing. It's one I had inspiration from while playing the last case of the third game. It contains lots of spoilers, and lots of MiaXDiego writing. It will be a very long one. I have written about 3 chapters so far, but I will only publish more if I get some reviews, so please leave a review so I know what to fix, and what to focus on. Please enjoy my story! ^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright or any other characters, but if I did, I would let everyone use them, but Edgeworth is mine. Anyway, I don't own it, I just write fanfiction.

Chapter 1

To tell the truth, I was terrified. I hated this woman with all my heart and I had to endure a full lunch break with that sickly sweet demoness. But, for what I would achieve, it would be worth it. Worth that eerie smile and that fake sugary attitude. I was interviewing her about a case, in which she was now a suspect. She charmed the prosecution and the judge without a trouble, all falling over each other to support and believe her totally, making us out as the evil ones. Trust me, she is the evil one.

I moaned and let my head fall onto my desk, making my coffee mug jump, but I snatched it up quickly before a single drop of that liquid black gold was spilt. I felt the knot of tension in my back tighten and morph into a raging pain. I was glad my self control stopped me from making more noise. Almost as though reading my mind, my sweet kitten came and began to knead away the knot of tension. She absently scratched at the base of my neck with her other hand, my weak spot. She always did that when I needed it most. I felt myself begin to purr.

She smiled, "And you say I am the kitten of this partnership". I moaned with pleasure as she scratched a little harder and I felt all my tension melting away. "Don't stop kitten" I said, closing my eyes and letting myself forget the horrible day ahead. She kept scratching as she massaged the knot away. As it finally disappeared, she hit the butter zone on my neck, the exact spot that was pure heaven. I felt the grip on my mug of coffee slip and saw the mug smash into the ground, but I was enjoying the scratching too much too care; yes it was that good.

All too soon, my sweet kitten stopped scratching. I heard myself whimper from the sadness of it stopping. She laughed at the look of longing on my face. "Oh you big baby, if I kept that up, you would never be able to interview Dahlia". We both involuntarily shivered at the mere mention of that devil-woman's name. "Come on" she said, "I'll make you a thermos of real coffee for you to take". I laughed at her. "Relax kitten" I said coolly, "I can manage one lunch break with that awful sewer water they have the balls to call coffee". She gave that heart-melting smile at my joke. "Ok then" she replied, "But don't blame me when you spit it out on her face". "At least that way she gets what she deserves" came my quick reply. We laughed and I slowly got out of my chair, groaning as the leather stuck to my bare skin where my shirt had come up.

We left for the courtroom cafeteria that afternoon, me complaining the whole way about her wanting to come with me. "No no NO!" I said, "I don't want you anywhere near that demon today. What if something happens to you? She's hurt you enough already, I won't let it happen again". She began to pout in that oh-so-adorable way she had. "But I want to be there with you" she began, "I don't want anything to happen to you either". I looked at her, immediately becoming serious towards her. "Mia, I promise you, nothing will happen. I will come back to you, safe and sound. She cannot hurt me". I gave her my cheesiest grin and she melted into my arms. I hugged her tightly, all the while promising I would be fine.

I wish that it were true.

We entered the courthouse together, holding hands, and earning a few wolf-whistles from attorneys walking out for lunch. We just grinned and though to ourselves that they were just jealous. I came to the door of the cafeteria, and turned to face Mia directly. "You need to wait here, kitten. I must do this alone, she can't hurt you again". She looked at me solemnly, "Ok Diego, just promise to come back safely". "Of course kitten; we need real coffee after this". She laughed and hugged me before I left. We exchanged kisses and I made my way into my lunch appointment with the female devil.

Dahlia Hawthorn smiled sweetly and said, "How good of you to come Mr Armando. I trust you are well today?" I grunted in response, and said, "Well, before we begin, I need coffee, if you can call it that here. Do you want anything?". "Oh how sweet of you to offer, I would greatly appreciate an iced tea, if it isn't any bother Mr Armando". I nodded to indicate it wasn't and left to get our drinks. As I waited in line, I saw a young kid with spiky hair ogling at Dahlia. He said dreamily, "Do you know that angel?" I laughed, "Trust me, she's no angel, but yes, I have the misfortune of knowing her". He looked at me with a pleading look in his eye. "Can you introduce her to me please?" I nearly choked and explained to the poor lad that I was interviewing her about a homicide and had more important matters than meeting girls. He looked disappointed, but left it at that.

I returned to the table with our drinks, setting them down carefully. She thanked me again and took a sip, sighing with fake pleasure. I took a disgusting sip of my 'coffee' and began. Before I could utter a word, a loud crash was heard from near our table. Two men were fighting and had just toppled a table. I watched as the men began trading punches, hoping someone would sort it out. A couple of bailiffs arrived and split them up, and chucked them out of the building. I turned back to our conversation and took another sip of coffee.

It tasted way different, with a bitterness that wasn't meant to be there. I felt a searing pain in my stomach and began to cough violently. I couldn't stop, and it hurt so much. She gave me an evil grin and showed me her necklace bottle. It then dawned on me.

She spiked my coffee while I wasn't looking! That b%$*h!

Dahlia began to scream out, fake tears pouring down her face, "Someone call an ambulance! This man is dying!" People shouted and panicked, and my vision started to blur. My stomach wrenched and felt like it would rip itself apart. My coughing worsened, and to my horror, I saw blood mixed with my saliva and coffee, spilling all over the table. My thoughts all became confused, but then, my mind screamed, MIA!! My kitten!!

Just as I thought her name, she burst in to the room, crying and horror-struck. She raced towards me and cradled my head in her arms. It hurt so much to see me coughing blood all over her, but I couldn't stop, no matter how much I wanted to. I managed to croak out, "My kitten". She sobbed and said, "You promised you would be okay. You promised me" It broke my heart that I had failed her. Then, as my vision finally faded, the last thing I remember was hearing my sweet kitten saying, "It's the end now, it's okay to cry Diego". And so I cried in her arms.