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Sam was hesitant to enter the law firm that was screaming at her to walk into, eyes wide as her hands trembled with nerves.

Usually, she wasn't so nervous to meet up with old friends. But now it was an old friend and possibly a new one, and who was to say how much Matt Murdock had changed in the last 13 years?

He's probably changed a lot.

She has.

"Just do it you little bitch." She told herself before swinging the door open, which then thudded against the door stopper. She flinched for a moment, cursing to herself before walking up the stairs.

It didn't take her very long to find the office, since the door had a piece of paper taped to it.

Nelson and Murdock
Attorneys at Law

"Cute." She smiled softly, hoping that their business would grow so they could make the paper official and paint the window. She knocked softly on the door, hearing Foggy's voice and then his footsteps, opening the door.

"Oh! Hey, Sam. How did you find this place?" Foggy frowned as she smiled, shrugging.

"I have my ways." She hummed. Truth was, she just followed Martin's scent to this place. Which was difficult, considering it was almost completely masked by the stench of trash and oil that filled the streets of Hell's Kitchen. "Matt said it was all right if I came to check out the new office, if that's also alright with you?"

"Of course! A friend of Matt's is a friend of mine." Foggy smiled, which brightened Sam's as he stepped aside, letting her walk in. "Excuse the mess, we're still unpacking."

"I could help with that, if you need it. My law firm hasn't had many clients lately." She said, looking around the office with a soft smile.

"Yeah! Matt said you're a lawyer, too." Foggy mentioned as he shut the door, walking towards a small kitchen. "Coffee?"

"Sure. Is Matt coming in today?" Sam asked as Foggy poured the two of them some coffee, handing one to her.

"He might run a bit late. Always has. But, earlier this morning, I got a call from Brett Mahoney. We have our first potential client." He spoke with an eager grin, hoping that this future client would start them off somewhere.

"That's great! First clients are usually pretty exciting. I still talk to mine." Sam hummed as she sipped her coffee, setting it down on the desk in the middle.

"So I guess you remember why they were your first?" Foggy asked as Sam nodded.

"Burglary. And attempted murder. Guy is still in jail, shouldn't get out for another few years. She gave me half of the money she won over, too. To keep me on my feet." Sam shrugged as she recalled the old memory, Foggy raising his brows.

"It's usually a good sign when a lawyer wins their first trial. Hopefully we win this one." Foggy beamed as he drank his coffee.

"I have high hopes for you two. I'm sure you guys are a great team."

"Been the best team since Matt and I met. We were roommates in college." Foggy set his coffee down next to Sam's, the two of them continuing to converse and bring up memories they had of Matt until he walked through the door.

"There you are! Sam was just telling me about your lemon incident." Foggy chuckled as Sam covered her mouth.

"I thought we promised to not talk about that?" Matt frowned at her as she snickered.

"I didn't mean to bring it up. Foggy told me you had a bad thing for lemons and I started to talk about it. Forgot it we promised to not speak of it." Matt shook his head and chuckled, setting his walking stick next to the door as he took off his jacket.

"Does this mean I'm allowed to talk about your zemmiphobia?"

"Absolutely not." Sam gasped as Foggy let out a curious "oooh."

"Well now I want to know!" He pouted as Sam continued to shake her head.

"No. No! Never. We don't talk about that one. It's a ridiculous fear that my ex-adoptive parents laid upon me and it never went away." Sam crossed her arms as Foggy raised a brow, slowly pulling out his phone. "Changing the subject—" Sam slowly lowered Foggy's phone as he frowned. "Foggy says you guys have your first potential client."

"We do?" Matt asked as he tilted his head towards foggy, who nodded.

"Yep. Homicide. She was the only one at the scene. Assistant DA hasn't made the call yet, but she definitely qualifies." Foggy explained as Matt nodded.

"Alright.

"Congrats, guys! I guess I should start heading out then, seeing as you should look over paper work and all that jazz." Sam grabbed her purse as Foggy suddenly stopped her.

"Wait! Maybe you could uh.. help us out? Seeing as you probably have a lot more experience than Matt and I, and we could use some pointers." He suggested as Sam looked over at Matt.

"Come on, Matt! She's told me some of her 'recent' wins and clients she's had. Maybe she could help us win this case." Foggy gestured to his friend, who tilted his head as he questioned the possibility of letting her help.

"I don't want to get in the way of your guys first client. I didn't get any help for mine except for the New York Bulletin. Plus, it's a learning experience and—"

"No I think Foggy's right." Matt said, interrupting Sam from ranting on. "I think you could be useful for us. You don't have to be in the interrogation room with us or ask any questions, but if you listened to her story then maybe you could help us figure things out."

Sam gave Matt a long look. He usually wasn't one that needed help or wanted it, more or less for the future of his career. But something in his stance told Sam that they might actually need the help.

There was a guy feeling that told her she should just stay out of it. But the chance to stay around Matt longer, help him build his career into something bigger, that wasn't an offer she wouldn't just let down.

She sucked in a sharp breath. "O.. okay. I guess I could give you guys a few tips." Foggy smiled widely. "When will you guys be seeing her?"

"Not for a few hours. Gives us time to look over her case, make some notes and all of that." Matt said as he started walking towards what Sam assumed was his office.

"This is going to be great... I hope." Foggy smiled as Sam nodded slowly, though now she was actually nervous to meet a client.

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Matt had his arm linked with Sam's as they walked down the halls of the precinct. And, although he was masking it fairly well, Sam could sense the small excitement Matt and Foggy shared as they approached the door to their first client, despite her being charged for murder.

"Right this way." An officer said as he opened a door to an interrogation room, where a blonde woman sat wearing a worn shirt, tears streaming down her face.

"Are you coming in?" Matt asked quietly as Sam watched the woman, who slowly looked up at her with a tragic look.

"Uh... yeah. I guess so." She replied, leading the way inside as an extra chair was brought in for Sam. "Thank you."

Sam waited for Foggy and Matt to sit down before she did, her wings twitching as she got closer to the girl as Foggy paused frowning.

"Okay, can we please take the handcuffs off the 110 pound woman?" He gestured to the cuffs linked in Karen's arms as Detective Blake frowned at him before walking forward.

"Miss Page, can you tell me who these people are?" Blake asked as Matt set his cane aside.

"We're her lawyers. Now please I cuff her and leave the room?" He asked, more like a demand as Blake sighed, uncuffing her and leaving.

"Miss Page, I'm Matt Murdock and these are my associates, Foggy Nelson and Samara Willis. Do you mind if we sit down?" He asked as Karen barely moved, Foggy leaning towards his friend.

"She gave a vague shrug—"

"I'll take it as a yes." Sam sat down slowly, Matt handing her a file as he and Foggy sat down. "Hey, this is your guys' case— oh it's not in Braille." Sam covered her mouth to hide a laugh as she cleared her throat. "Miss Page, we understand your situation right now is a little... chaotic. We're here to help get you out of it, if you let us help." Sam said in a more professional tone, earring raised brows from Foggy.

"So, why don't we start with what we know, then?" Foggy suggested as he clasped his hands together with a soft shrug.

"It says here you and a Daniel Fisher were found in your apartment, Daniel was dead at the scene and you had a knife in your hand." Sam looked over at Karen, listening to her heart pick up with nerves. Her wings twitched again.

"Who the hell are you guys?" Karen asked, not looking at any of them.

"I'm Matt. This is Foggy and Sam." He stated with a serious tone as Karen frowned at him.

"Who sent you?"

"No one."

"So, what? You're just a couple of Good Samaritans? Today's just my lucky day?" Karen snapped as Sam's eyes widened slightly.

"I bribed the desk sergeant with a box of cigars for his mom." Foggy admitted, Matt clearing his throat.

"Foggy and I'd practice is a relatively... young, Miss Page. That's why we've brought Samara here with us to help get you all the help you deserve."

"So... how long have you two been practicing law?" Karen asked, her eyes flickering between Matt and Foggy. Matt 'stared' at her for a moment before turning to Foggy.

"What time is it?" He whispered as his friend looked down at the watched around his wrist.

"12:22 AM."

"About seven hours." Matt answered as Sam's eyes widened.

They haven't actually done anything? She wondered to herself.

"Oh boy..." Sam whispered as Foggy scoffed.

"Well, if you go from when we passed the bar."

"I was going from when we got our own desks—"

"Miss Page." Sam cut in as the blonde turned to her. "I want you to know that, even though these two have no experience, trust me when I say you're in good hands." Sam smiled softly, which seemed to somewhat soothe Karen. Barely.

"So... you've never done this before?" She asked Matt and Foggy, who shrugged.

"If you were to hire us, then, yes, you would be our first client." Matt smiled as Karen shook her head.

"I don't have any money." Foggy slowly turned to Sam, who watched as he shut the file in front of him, starting to stand up.

"Well Miss page, it was lovely meeting you—"

"Now you better sit that back ass down before I kick your knees and make you sit." Sam pointed to Foggy as Matt stifled a laugh, Foggy quick to sit back down.

"Was she always like this?" Foggy whispered to Matt, who swiped at his nose, nodding.

"Little bit, yeah." Matt answered as Sam raised a brow at Foggy, who hummed.

"Kinda like the attitude. Now, back to business."

Sam and Matt listened to Karen's heartbeat as she explained the situation, which was steady, but still erratic with fear, truth lying on the top of her tongue as she spoke.

"You—you have to believe me." Karen stifled a cry, shaking her head. "I didn't kill him."

The four of them were silent before Matt nodded.

"I believe you, Karen."

"As do I." Sam said, shutting the file. "Not to brag, but I'm pretty good at reading peoples tells. Being able to spill the truth out of them like a carton of milk." She shrugged with a smile. "I think we can get you out of this."