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Mia came home defeated. Whatever had happened in court, Lana figured it was no good. Her girlfriend had been a nervous wreck ever since taking on that case – her first – but she wasn't the type to be on the brinks of tears for no reason.
"Please don't cry, Mia…" the detective asked her, soothingly stroking her back as they hugged each other. "Whatever happened, it's over now. I hate seeing you cry."
The rookie defense attorney sniffled her tears and managed to sit down. Lana stood next to her, taking her hand with hers.
"Tell me what's wrong, Mia. I need to know so that I can help you."
And so she told her. Mia resumed crying multiple times while she explained what had happened in the courtroom earlier. How they had found out that Melissa Foster actually was the girl who had disappeared, Dahlia Hawthorne; how she, the defendant, and the victim, had conspired to steal the diamond…
And finally… how her client had taken his own life by drinking that bottle of poison, allowing the culprit to leave the courtroom with a grin.
Lana gasped in shock. Deaths in the courtroom were unusual, and suicides were even rarer. For a defendant, about to be declared innocent, to forfeit his own life… the young woman couldn't even imagine the horror her girlfriend had witnessed.
"S-She's a demon! S-She killed her… t-then forced him to kill himself!" Mia cried, breaking down once more. "I-I can't do this, Lana… I-I'm not fit to be a defense attorney…!"
"Don't say that, Mia… Don't say that…" she whispered in her ear over and over. "That woman will be caught one day, I promise. I don't want you to beat yourself up over that. And you're totally fit to be a lawyer, Mia. You had won your client an acquittal and found the real culprit."
"Y-Yeah, but what does t-that amount to if my c-client kills himself?!"
The young detective said nothing and let her girlfriend cry against her shoulder. After a few minutes, it seemed that Mia was faring a little better. Lana wiped the tears from her brown eyes and let recompose for a few minutes more.
"I-I'm sorry for bothering you with this, Lana…" the rookie lawyer said. "I'm sure you have other things to worry about."
"You're not bothering me at all, Mia. You're my girlfriend, and I care for your well-being. If anything bad happens to you, I want to know about it because I love you." She pressed a quick kiss to her cheek to prove her point. "You need some rest now, Mia. You've earned it."
Mia nodded weakly. Lana fetched her a blanket and asked her to lay on the couch. Just as she was about to fall asleep, the defense attorney's eyes opened again as if she had realized something.
"Also… something happened during the trial."
"Oh?" The detective's eyes narrowed. "What happened?"
"Well… the prosecutor was a brat… His name is Miles Edgeworth," Mia told her, barely awake. "He… called me a novice bimbo, can you believe that?! N-Novice, why not, but I'm not a bimbo!"
Lana's eyes widened. "What?!" Mia nodded. "W-Who the hell does he think he is?! A-And Armando didn't say anything about it?!"
This time, Mia shook her head, frustrating Lana to no end. She wasn't on good terms with Diego Armando, her girlfriend's closest colleague. Lana knew the man had a crush on Mia, and being somewhat jealous, she didn't like that. Moreover that, he also tended to rub her up the wrong way too.
"Damn these two!" Lana said, clenching her fist. She didn't like that someone had insulted her girlfriend, especially by calling her a bimbo. "Don't pay them any mind, Mia. The last thing you are is a bimbo, believe me."
Mia smiled for the first time since coming home before her eyes fluttered once more. "T-Thanks, Lana… I-I love you."
The young woman placed her hand on her cheek and smiled in return. "I love you too, Mia. Sleep tight."
And as Mia fell asleep, the detective swore she wouldn't let this insult go unpunished.
Lana looked at her pile of files and sighed. Getting through all of that would take hours, and she wasn't motivated at all. Having someone who could fill it all for her would have been appreciated, but she didn't have a secretary.
It had been a couple of years since Mia's first trial. Lana had become the Chief Prosecutor since then, and while it wasn't a promotion she was happy with, she didn't have a choice in the matter.
Not more than a month ago, tragedy had struck in the young woman's life once more. Mia had been murdered by a dangerous enemy named Redd White. Fortunately, he had been brought to justice by Mia's young protégé, but the sadness Lana was feeling was still immeasurable.
However, thinking of the trial to solve Mia's murder gave Lana an idea. With a rare grin on her lips, she took her file of paperwork and exited her office.
I think I've found the perfect candidate for these files, actually.
She stood in front of Room 1202 and knocked. The room's occupant asked her to come in, and that is what Lana did. Inside the room was a prosecutor, working on some files.
"Good morning, Prosecutor Edgeworth."
The young man looked up from his papers. "Chief Prosecutor Skye? What can I do for you?"
Lana shook her head. "I wanted to ask you a question, Prosecutor."
She could see in his eyes that he was surprised, even more so when she approached his desk. However, he seemed unsure of how to answer, most likely because she was his boss.
"Yes? What is it, Chief Prosecutor?" he asked.
"Do you recall your first trial, Mr. Edgeworth? With the defendant who had committed suicide?"
Miles's eyes narrowed as he sighed. "How could I not remember, Chief Prosecutor? Such a case to begin a career would leave an unpleasant memory for anyone. I doubt it was easy for Ms. Fey, the defense, either."
"Right, it wasn't," Lana recalled the moment with sadness, but she didn't let that show. "And about that… do you perhaps remember anything about Mia Fey during that trial?"
"Nothing in particular, I'm afraid. I don't see what you're getting at, Chief Prosecutor Skye."
You might have changed a lot since then, but I still don't feel bad for doing this.
She slammed her files on his desk. Miles stared at them, then back at his boss, confused.
"Fill these for me. I want all of these files completed and delivered to my office by noon."
Miles crossed his arms. "Is this a joke, Chief Prosecutor Skye? I have my share of paperwork to fill, as you can see-"
Lana turned around, not bothering to listen to what he was saying.
"That's for calling my girlfriend a bimbo, Prosecutor Edgeworth."
Without another word, the Chief Prosecutor left Room 1202, leaving Miles to realize that there had been payback for his twenty-year-old self's insults, years later.
The End.