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The truth is I never wanted to be a lawyer. I was forced into a line of stuck up snobs after my father said and I quote, 'Writing will get you nowhere in life.' So here I was, sitting in a court room fighting with the blind about legal matters. 

Literally.

I sat in the old wooden chair, patiently listening to the man in front of me with shoulder length dirty blonde hair as he defended his client using evidence from the crime scene of his wife's death, and security footage from that night.

"Your honor my client is guilty...guilty of being a good man-"

"Oh Jesus Christ." I mumbled under my breath, earning an elbow to the ribs from my partner Michael. We listened to him defend his client and practically interrogate our witness before I was called to give my closing statement. Truly I wouldn't be so mad to loose this case if it wasn't for the fact that my boss was up my ass about winning. Everyday I was reminded that if I screwed this up I wouldn't have another chance, and from the way it looked I had just blown it.

"We're screwed." Michael said, staring anxiously at me.

"I'm not so sure we are." I said, looking down at our case file. "Remember how I told you that he had a twin brother?"

"The one that was released from jail two years ago?" He questioned.

"Yeah that one." I said, moving the papers over to him, "He has an ankle tattoo...in the video the defense showed the man had an ankle tattoo but, the suspect doesn't." I smiled.

"Oh my god, you brilliant brunette." He said, sitting up excitedly, "He knew they would check the cameras so he had his brother stay at the bar that night-"

"While he was murdering his wife." I interrupted, hearing the Jury speak again.

"Thank you Mr. Nelson. Ms. Grace Phillips, your closing statement please."

I stood up, making sure I avoided eye contact with the defense team before walking to the front of the room and facing the jury.

"Ladies and Gentlemen I would just like to say thank you for being here today. I know many of you have lives to live including work, or for some a family to take care of so I truly do thank you. You see the difference between me and the defense is not just the obvious fact that one of us is here to sentence the suspect while the other is here to release them, but one other difference we have between each other is the truth." I faced the judge, "Your honor if possible, I would like to bring up the video the defense provided us with."

The Judge looked over at the guard who played the video again on the projector. I paused the clip right as the bottom of his brothers pant leg came up on screen. 

"There is one thing that stood out to me when watching this clip and that's the fact that our suspect on camera has an ankle tattoo, while the one in our court room doesn't seem to have one." I turned around, facing the defense as I saw the face of the suspect turn bright red in not only embarrassment, but fear.

"Two years ago our clients brother, Anthony James was released from prison after getting out on bail for charges related too, armed break-in and robbery. Mr. Anthony James is well known for his ankle tattoo in prison after earning it for murdering his cell mate. The tattoo is a knife with the words, 'hells killer' plastered on the handle. Now if you don't mind I would like everyone to take a look at our video here." I said, as we zoomed in on the suspect in the video's ankle. "This isn't our suspect that we have today in the court room. No, ladies and Gentlemen in our video Mr. Bret James isn't the suspect, his very own twin brother Anthony James is." 

The jury gasped, turning to one another and chatting. The judge hit the gavel upon the sound block, trying to get the crowd to settle down. 

"Please, please everyone calm down! Remain seated!"

I looked back at Michael who was rather pleased with what I had done. Me and him had been partners for about 3 months, going back and fourth trying to find useful evidence for this case. It had all seemed to paid off now as I stood in a court room full of surprised faces, including the shocked faces of the defense team. 

I faced the defense team, noticing how Mr. Nelson was asking the suspect questions in a concerned tone, most likely not knowing about this until now. The man next to him was wearing red glasses, whisper yelling at his partner to calm down. They both looked frantic, making me feel bad about the fact they didn't know this information until now. But, after all this is the life of a lawyer,  a crazy and chaotic mess. 

After about 30 minutes we where finally given the final answer that the suspect had been proven guilty. Michael hugged me, lifting me off my feet in joy. 

"Your a terrible woman! Hear that! I'm coming for you!" The man yelled, being taken back in handcuffs as he faced me. 

"Lets get you out of here, Jess." Michael said, placing his hand on my back as we left the court room. 



You would think that winning a case would keep you from getting screamed at by your terribly annoying boss, but it doesn't. No matter how many times I reassured him that we won he still had reason for irritation. 

I was standing in front of Joseph, getting yelled at as I crossed my arms trying my hardest not to beat the living daylights out of him. 

"You stupid, stupid girl! You almost lost that case, do you understand that? Are you hearing me?!" He yelled, drawing attention from those around us. 

"At the rate your screaming at I'm pretty sure China can hear you Joseph." I snapped back.

He grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him. 

"You are an absolute idiot of a girl...I swear to God-"

His words where cut short by a tap at his foot from a cane. Joseph immediately let go, looking back at the man with red glasses, smiling nicely at him. 

"I am so sorry, sir." The man said apologetically.

"Uh yeah your fine." Joseph said, turning back to face me and rolling his eyes. 

The man tapped Joseph's shoulder, making him turn around again.

"Is there a problem, man?" Joseph asked, irritated. "Can't you see we're in the middle of something?"

"Actually its funny, I can't-"

"Listen Blindy, just leave us alone alright?"

I slapped Josephs arm, making him turn at me angrily. His hand raised, making me flinch before a set of hands came from behind him, grabbing his arm. 

"I'm not so sure we should be doing that." The man in the red glasses said, stepping closer to Joseph as he twisted his arm. "Unless you want to be dealing with harassment charges, I recommend stepping back from this nice lady." He whispered, making Joseph grunt and pull away.

"I don't want to see a single thing of yours in that office by Monday!" Joseph yelled, walking away and pointing his finger at me. 

I watched him walk away before the man stepped in front of me, leaning down a bit.

"Are you alright? I heard him yelling at you and wanted to make sure nothing was wrong." He said, kindly placing his hand on my arm. 

"Yeah I'm fine. Guys a dick." I said, watching him leave the building.

He put his hand out for me, grabbing his cane with the other. 

"Matt Murdock." 

"Jess Grace-Philips," I said, shaking his hand. "Your the defense." I stated.

"And your the prosecution." He said, stepping back. "I gotta admit, you did good. I would have never noticed the tattoo if it wasn't for you bringing it up."

"Well I mean your blind-" I cut myself short, practically slapping myself with my hand "Jesus I am so sorry, I didn't mean to- your blind but that fine- Oh god this is just getting worse." 

Matt laughed cutting me off, "Your okay, really I like when people make light of the situation." 

Behind him a set of hands rested on his shoulder, patting it. 

"I have no idea how it's possible for a coffee shop to run out of coffee but it seems they have, so here is some disgusting tea instead." The dirty blonde haired man said, handing a cup to Matt. "Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't expect Matt to be talking with anyone." He said, looking over at Matt with a suggestive tone. 

"Its perfectly fine, I was actually just about to leave." 

"Well it was nice meeting you. I'm Foggy by the way, the looks of Nelson and Murdock." He said, placing his hand out.

I shook his hand laughing, "I'm Jess." 

"Jess..hmm, Matt where have I heard that name before?" Foggy said, looking over at Matt. 

"Why would you ask me?"

"I don't know I'd figure you would know. You got the brain of a damn elephant." 

I laughed, pulling my bag further up my arm. "Well I should really be getting home. I need to catch up on three months of sleep." 

"We're actually going to a bar just down the road if your interested. Even though your the opposing team you don't seem like an ass like the rest of your team." Foggy said as I was about to walk off.

"As much as I appreciate the offer, I think it's best I get some sleep." I smiled, walking off and turning around to jokingly salute the pair, "Goodnight Nelson and Murdock."

They both laughed, Foggy especially as he turned to Matt. 

"So...you found another hot one." Foggy said as they began walking. 

"Jesus Foggy." Matt sighed.

"Oh come on, don't for one minute tell me you didn't have the slightest idea she was hot." 

"How the hell would I know if she's hot or not?"

"I don't know man, I don't know. It's kinda freaky if you ask me." 

Matt laughed, walking to the bar as him and Foggy spoke about the girl.


~


I ran into my apartment, immediately turning on my police scanner as I changed into my dark red shirt and black pants, throwing a bandana over my mouth. I tripped over my dresser, falling over onto the ground.

"Shit." I hissed, getting back up and rushing up the fire escape to the roof. There had been reports of a group of missing teen girls getting spotted by the docks, most likely being sold into a trade of some sort. 

I rushed to the spot, jumping on top of buildings until I finally made it to the dock where I stood on top of shipping containers watching the men as they made their way to a grey shipping container, opening it up to show a group of five teen girls, screaming.

"You all better shut your damn mouths up or you're all gonna get it." The man said, pressing a button that lit up a taser in his hands. "Now, all of you up. You got a buyer." 

The girls all stood up before I rushed over to one of the lights, knocking the glass off and hitting the bulb until their was no light. 

Sounds of guns being loaded filled the silence as I jumped down from the container, flipping my legs over the mans head and sending him straight to the ground. I rushed over to a man near him as I kicked the gun from his hand, ducking at a punch a threw, punching him straight in the face and slamming my knee into his nose. 

"Hands up!" A man behind me said. He had a flashlight and a gun, both pointed at me. 

"God, you again." 

"Oh don't act too excited, Turk." I said using my go to accent to cover up my identity. Sure it was a shitty Russian accent but it served its purpose. 

"When are you gonna give me a break? I've had to hire three more people in the past month because of you." He pleaded.

"We both know I'm too stubborn to give you a break." I stepped forward, "Turk you know the drill, let them go and I don't gotta do anything." 

"Sorry hun, can't do that." 

I sighed, "What a shame." 

I flipped my legs, kicking him straight in the stomach and sending him into a shipping container behind him. The area behind me became silent until a gun shot went off, sending me down to the ground. 

I stayed down for a minute, squinting my eyes before looking down at my body. 

I was shot

Oh my God I had been shot 

Again? This is the second time this week.

When I looked down I found something surprising. I didn't have a single scratch on me. My pants where cut on the knee which wasn't a surprise considering before they where holding on by a thread, but other then that I had no mark on me.

I hadn't been hit, and a gun was on my side. I flipped around, standing up and looking behind me. As soon as I saw who was there, instant frustration rushed over me.

I threw my head back grunting, "Oh look who it is, my absolute favorite person." 

"I'm not excited to see you either." The man in the black mask and shirt said, stepping forward. "I thought we talked about this last time you got into a shit-show? When something like this happens you leave it alone and let me handle it." 

"You weren't even here. If I left it to you these girls would already be-" I paused, "Oh my God the girls." 

I ran over into the container they where in, they all screamed before I went down trying to get them to calm themselves.

"Hey hey hey, its okay! Listen, get out of here and get help okay? Nearest street is 49th and there's a police station right there." 

The girls all stayed still not moving.

The man hit the door of the container, "Now!" 

With that they all fled, running as fast as they could away from the dock.

I turned around, leaning on the container door and crossing my arms.

"Well you really do have a way with words don't you?"

"They weren't moving."

I rolled my eyes, "As I was saying before, if I left it to you those girls would have been gone by now." 

"I was here the entire time sweetheart, your frankly just very entertaining to watch." He said, stepping into the light, "That swing off the neck thing, very impressive." 

I rolled my eyes, "Well you could have at least helped if you where here." 

"You seemed to be doing fine. Just don't pull your punches next time." He said, patting my shoulder and walking off behind me. 

"Well this was a nice little reunion vigilante." I yelled as he walked off. "Can I at least get a name? I feel like we've known each other long enough." 

"Nope."

"One of these days we're gonna need to get to know each other. I mean its not like we don't spend every night together." 

The man laughed, turning around.

"I think this mystery we have is nice...keeps things interesting."

"Like we don't have enough of that." I mumbled, walking off and jumping on the top of a container. "I'll see you around, black mask." 

"See you around." He laughed, as I ran off back home.

Vigilante life was interesting, but to him she was more of a mystery. 








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