DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THIS STORY ARE NOT MINE AND BELONG TO CAPCOM.

With the disclaimer done and over with, i'd like to say hello! This is my first fanfiction on here, and I hope you enjoy my Phoenix Wright fanfiction. ALL reviews are loved and appreciated!

Update: Holy crap, almost 2k hits (not a lot, but meh, for me it is). I'm surprised people actually like this. ._. Now that I look back at this, i'm totally embarrassed by it. The OOCness is pretty...evident. That, and the fact I forgot Phoenix has his own law firm doesn't really help. Oh well. Lets just pretend Phoenix "upgraded" and got an office in a similar building Edgeworth works in. Or not. Haha...ha...haaaaaa.

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FORGIVE MEEEEE~

A Blossoming Edgeworth

It was around 11:30 at night when I realized how late it was. I had just finished signing a years worth of paperwork I received after the completion of the trial that day, and I was completely exhausted. By the looks of my bloodshot eyes, wrinkled navy suit and messy raven hair, you can only assume as much. The only thing lighting my office now was the faint moonlight. Tired of just sitting and blankly staring at my finished paperwork, I got up from my rolling chair and headed towards the front door. As I opened the door slowly and quietly, I poked my head out to check if there was anyone else inhabiting the building. Just as I expected; pure, silence.

Of course no one would be here; it's almost 12:00 in the morning!

Convinced that I was officially alone, I retreated back to my leather chair I called home.

"Great, how am I going to get to my apartment…?" I drearily thought aloud, my back now slightly inclining my chair. "How could I have forgotten something so important?" I gently grazed my tired eyes with my right hand, as if trying to swipe my fatigue away.

Adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I slowly fixated on my grubby, light blue love seat that sat in the corner of my room. It was full of now old evidence that needed to be returned to the police, and piles of bills than urgently needed to be paid.

Maybe I can stay the night here? I'm sure my office couch fancies my company rather than my junks'.

The option to walk home was a no go since my previous cases taught me to never tread the streets of L.A. at night, and since I was the last one to leave the building (for the second time that week), there was no one there to offer me a ride. It was times like those I wished I had a car (preferably a nice one) and a drivers license.

I suppose I can take a bus, but who trusts buses this late? Hell, I'm not even sure if buses run at this hour!

I knew the only option at that point was to lodge there for the night. It felt kind of strange for a grown my age to be staying in his own, unkempt office because of his own foolishness. Or maybe I was too hard on myself at the time? Knowing me, it was bound to happen sooner or later.

I finally decided to arise from my now comfortable position to clean off tonight's bed. To my horror, every step I took facing the blue couch made the mound of papers look ridiculously bigger. It was bad enough to have to take care of some work, and making the stack look bigger didn't put me in a happier mood. I cursed under my breath as I picked up the numerous amounts of bills, old evidence, and, to my not so surprised horror, more paperwork.

Ugh…

Just as I placed the scraps of paper and plastic baggies holding the evidence on my wooden desk, I averted my attention to the front door when an undertone squeaking sound emanated from it. A tall figure with moderately broad shoulders welcomed him or her in. I could feel my heart pound severely against my chest; but it wasn't until I heard his voice that calmed me down…

"Wright, what are you doing here so late?"

It was none other then Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth.

I clenched my tie and let out a sigh of relief. "Thank God…! You know, for a second there, you almost gave me a heart attack-!"

"Tell me. Why are you here so late? Shouldn't you be at home in bed resting?" the prosecutor mildly interrupted. Even from a reasonable distant and almost to no light in the room, I could tell his face shown he meant business.

Who does he think he is; giving himself permission to enter my office and badger me like this?

I cocked an eyebrow. "I should ask you the same thing."

"I asked first."

I sighed. I released my hand from my tie and placed both my hands onto the desk.

I guess it's best to tell the truth.

I focused on the desk, feeling Edgeworth's cold eyes fixated on me. "Well, I won myself a ton of paperwork after the trial today, and I thought the wisest thing to do was finish it all tonight so I wouldn't have to worry about it later. As you can probably see from my current state, I just finished about 10 minutes ago…"

Edgeworth gingerly closed the door behind him and sat himself on the now cleared love seat, still watching me as close as ever. "'Just finished'? 'As you can see by my current state'?" he let out a small laugh while he slowly shook his head in disdain. His gaze softened a bit as well. "Yes Wright, I can tell you've been here quite the while," he paused to cross his legs and to place his arm on the armrest so he can balance the side of his face in the palm of his hand.

"But now I'm interested," he continued. "How long were you here exactly?" his position and tone of voice gave off a cocky feeling.

"Ha! Ha! Edgeworth..." His choice of humor was rather distasteful. I shot him a quick glare and returned to looking at my bills.

"I'm only kidding Wright. Don't get mad over something as simple as a joke."

"…I'm just tired Edgeworth. I haven't gotten more than seven hours of sleep during the case…" I let out a long yawn instead of my planned out sigh. "Anyway, why are you here? Shouldn't you be at home as well?"

Yeah, shouldn't he be at home, or at least, at the prosecutor's office?

"Hmmm, if you must know, I was at my own office signing paperwork. I'm guessing I finished 35 minutes before you did. Having nothing else to do, I came here to see what you were up to. That's why I'm here." His attitude was rock steady and he headed straight to the point.

That's just like Edgeworth.

"Ah, I see." I tried to sound at least somewhat interested. That's when it hit me.

Hold it! Edgeworth's here, which means he more than likely drove here by car, which means…

I slammed down the electricity bill I was examining on the desk and turned my gaze to the burgundy wearing prosecutor. "Edgeworth, you drove here in your car right?"

"Yes I did Wright. What of it?" his amused face expression shown he knew what was going to be asked of him.

"Is it alright if you…give me a ride home tonight?"