A/N: Just a prolouge. Well, I would say 'teaser' but it's hardly that. A few important facts about this story are that it takes place AFTER the events of AAI and AJAA, rating is subject to change, and expect phoenixxedgeworth. I don't own Ace Attorney or any of it's characters...SOB...

He had hoped to arrive earlier than late afternoon. The sun slowly began its decent from the high skies as a man dozed off in the passenger seat of a red sports car. He lay there, slumped with his head pressed against the cool glass of the window. Traffic was unusually calm, allowing a smooth ride from the airport, lulling the young man into a light sleep.

A small chuckle was heard from the driver. He was a big man, with a potentially muscular build. He had short brown hair and a chiseled chin, giving his face an overall square appearance. Wearing a trench coat that looked like it could be at least fifty years old, the man looked gruff, and seriously underpaid. Turning his eyes back to the road, his mind was still humored by his sleeping companion. He was always so serious and alert. The thought of him carelessly dozing off on a car ride amused the driver.

A jolt suddenly shook the car, claiming the driver's full attention. His negligence to his driving had caused him to hit a dangerous looking pot hole. Gritting his teeth, he cursed, fearing his companion's wrath, should it be that the car was damaged. However despite the sharp jolt of the car, the young man did not wake, regardless of the driver's fear. He merely shifted, a strand of dark brown hair from his lengthened bangs drifting over his face.

Funny…. The driver thought to himself. He looks almost harmless when he's asleep… The man winced, reminiscing about various verbal beatings and reductions in pay given to him, and many others involved in the police department by his companion. Despite his companion's frequent rants regarding his abilities as a detective, threats to further decrease his pay, and questions about his mental health, the detective was eternally loyal to the sleeping man. Considering their polar opposite appearance, the driver's meager coat and the passenger's expensive looking maroon suit, one would never assume they were partners. The two had managed to push through nearly every dangerous or straining situation over the years, from the time when they first met and cleared the detective's name for a double homicide, to this day.

At last, the destination came into view. It was a tall building; complete with an underground parking lot and the essence of it all screaming 'I was expensive'. Pulling in, the detective parked in an eerily familiar space. Years ago, in this very car and this very parking spot, a body was found in the trunk. Shuddering about the memory, he mumbled a quick sentence to himself, pleading for his own safety. His reasoning being that although he claims to be a man of the law; ghosts frighten him. Also, the fact that the body found in his partner's car was the body of a detective bothered him as well.

Nevertheless, he forced himself out of the car and opened the passenger side door. Gently, he put his hand on his superior's shoulder. Hoping that the young man would be in a good mood when woken up, he lightly shook him awake.

"Mr. Edgeworth? Mr. Edgeworth, sir! We've arrived at the prosecutor's office, pal!"

A/N: ...And that's all she wrote. Literally. That's ALL I wrote. Ok, so I know it's not very much but it's just a prolouge, so don't get your panties in a pinch. I don't expect any reviews, but if you feel you must, by all means. 3