A/N: This was an idea that I came up with one night. What if Quistis was a Divorce Attorney? What if she had met the woman of her dreams during one of her cases? It was a snazzy idea, don't you think? Anyways, as you know this story is a femslash. Thus, there will be two woman having intimate relations with each other. I don't think any of you are stupid but I just wanted you all to know what you are getting yourselves into (like most of you don't know). So if this offends you, please refrain from reading this story. I'm not out to offend, I'm out to have people enjoy my fics wink.


An Unsettling Case


Life was hell. Actually, it was worse than hell. Her life ran around in circles and nothing came of the result. Nothing had any meaning anymore. Everything was so incredibly fucked up in the world that she didn't know how to survive. Her name was Quistis Trepe and she was screwed.

Not just screwed, fucked. She was screwed because all of her life's work was for nothing. Everything, including her tediously long schooling was for nothing. All that hard work, all the hours she had studied had been for nothing. She had planned to be a criminal lawyer but now she was stuck being a mere divorce attorney. She hated that job with a fiery passion. It wasn't that the job was dull. No, she met new, sometimes interesting, and sometimes-psychotic people everyday.

The problem was the job was too repetitive.

She did the same thing everyday. Quistis Trepe was a woman of change, of adventure. She grew tired of sifting through alimony reports and hearing separated couples bitch about their meaningless lives and the problems they had during their marriage. She grew tired of sitting in the same leather chair, walking through the same oak hallways, looking at the same Attorney of the Month pictures (even though they are different every month).

The worst part was the people she had to deal with. Some of them actually had the nerve to tell her their life story. It went anywhere from how much of a mistake it was for them to have kids to how much the wife would like to ram a pitch fork up her husbands ass. It would be honest to say it got extremely annoying after a while. Quistis basically wanted a change in her routine, but that wasn't the only thing she wanted.

It was just her work life that she wasn't satisfied with. Love was also missing from her life, and noticeably so. She hadn't been with a man for at least two years. She wasn't a whore, but it would be safe to say that was a long time for her. It was getting to the point where all of her co workers would plan blind dates for her just to get her out of the house. Some of those co-workers she was barely on friendly terms with. And those blind dates were something to talk about.

The first one was short, stocky and nerdy. He wasn't Quistis's type at all. His glasses were round and thick. His nose was long and wide. The only reason she was paired up with him was that she worked with him. He was her fellow divorce attorney. However, there was no way that Quistis could choke down her pride and sleep with him.

And so she chose to be alone.

That was one thing about Quistis. Even though everything about her seemed sad, desperate and lonely, she always had her pride. That seemed to be the only thing that was keeping her going. If that wasn't keeping her going, she would have committed suicide a long time ago.

"Eh, Quistis," a voice cut into her thoughts. "Quistis Trepe!"

Quistis immediately shot up from her stance on the table. She blinked her eyes slowly, trying to make sure her contacts didn't fall out again.

"Yes, Cid," she answered.

Cid Kramer was the oldest judge in the building and the most efficient. He usually attended the divorce cases. However, back in the day, he used to be a criminal lawyer. At least those are what the rumors entail.

He smiled friendly at her. She could tell that he may have been her only true friend. She didn't have many friends. At least, she didn't have many friends at work. Cid and she seemed to have a strong bond. They had the perfect chemistry to be friends. Quistis just wished she had met him sooner.

"I just wanted to let you know that we already picked out the cases," he announced. "However…since you were late this morning…you unfortunately have the honor of getting last pick."

It was tradition for every lawyer to pick a piece of paper from a pile. On each piece of paper there would be two names. The names would be the two divorcees. To be fair, the latest lawyer would get last pick.

Quistis groaned. She hated getting last pick. It was what made her crappy job that much worse. Besides, it wasn't as if she intended to be late. These things just happen.

Everything was just going wrong that morning. Her alarm didn't go off so she couldn't get up on time. Since she got up late, she was forced to take a five-minute shower, which she hated. There was nothing funny about going to work half clean.

She quickly brushed the knots out of her quickly drying hair and threw it up into a quick ponytail. This was alright. Quistis knew the importance of easy-to-do hairstyles. And since when did a ponytail not look professional?

Then her car wouldn't start. And if there was one thing she hated more than going to work dirty, it was a car with a faulty engine. She drove like a maniac, barely avoiding the few squirrels that dared to cross the street. She squealed into the parking lot and was a total of thirty minutes late to work. She would have been later if she had actually cared about her appearance. Sadly those things go first when one is late for work.

Even though her case was futile and basically closed, Quistis still tried to fight it.

"But sir," she spoke out. "I was only thirty minutes late. Can't I argue my case?"

Cid shook his head. "I'm afraid not. You will be assigned to the case you pick and unfortunately, you only have the choice of one."

Cid may have been the best judge they could have found but at times his rules were unfair. And right now, Quistis wanted to rip her hair out in frustration.

'The last pick is usually the worst', she thought. 'Oh shit'.

It was always designed that way. This was to discourage lawyers from coming in late, since lateness wasn't good for the job. It didn't stop Quistis though, and she was now beating herself up for coming in late.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Cid asked.

Quistis carefully picked up the piece of paper and turned it over. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to see what ungodly case she'd be stuck with as a result of her tardiness. After a few minutes of standing there with her eyes closed, she finally opened them. There was name circled in pen. The name was Leonhart. Then there was another name off to the right. The name was Heartily.

'Leonhart vs. Heartily?'

She didn't' know who those people where or why they were divorcing, but suddenly the idea of the case didn't seem so bad. She actually managed to smile at Cid.

Cid was a little shocked to see this. "What are you so happy about?" he asked. "No one is this happy when they get last pick. You must have gotten a good one by mistake."

"I don't know about that," Quistis said aloud. "I have a feeling these people are going to give me a run for my money. And maybe I mean this in a good way."

The next day at the office Quistis managed to come in early. She loved that feeling, being there before anyone else. She hoped that she would be able to redeem herself after completely screwing up the other day.

She grabbed her bag and placed it quietly upon her desk. She saw some stray trash on her desk and hurriedly picked it up and threw it in the trash. Quistis's desk was always organized. She thought it made her look good to have a sparkling clean desk that was as ordered as someone's brain.

She adjusted her hairstyle. It was originally clipped back, but when a few tendrils came into her face she couldn't stand it any longer. She pulled her hair back into a messy bun, looking at herself all the while she was doing it.

She heard the phone ring. She picked it up. It was her secretary Xu.

Xu had been with her 10 years now and Quistis hadn't heard a complaint out of her. Xu was actually exceptional at her work. It would be hard to replace her if she ever went anywhere different.

"Hello?"

"Hello Quistis, your group is here. Shall I send them in?"

"Please do."

They hung up.

The couple came through the door. There was a brunette man of average height and a younger woman of shorter proportions. The man was wearing a suede coat with leather jeans. He looked important, or rich. Quistis sometimes didn't know the difference between the two.

The woman was wearing a beautiful floral dress that went down to her lower thighs. She was certainly a beautiful woman, with chestnut eyes and ebony hair. It was interesting to note that her hair had highlights in it. She smiled at Quistis, but Quistis doubted it was out of interest. She didn't look like…a ladies woman, per se.

She outstretched her hand in a kind gesture. "So nice to meet you," she greeted.

The man waved his hand briefly then let it hang down by his side. He looked soured and depressed, but Quistis didn't want to be the one to point it out to him.

The woman on the other hand, smiled kindly and attempted to introduce herself. "Likewise," she chirped. "My names Rinoa Heartily and this is my husband Squall Leonhart." She gestured to the angst-filled individual.

"Ex-husband," Squall interrupted her. He made eye contact with Quistis, probably the first time all day. "I'm sorry; she keeps forgetting that we are no longer man and wife."

"Well," Rinoa began to get irritated. "If you would stop REMINDING me, maybe I would consider stopping!"

Squall rolled his eyes. "Note the over reaction to what I just said. She's a child…stuck in a grown woman's body."

Quistis couldn't believe what she was hearing. The two of them were fighting like children! She had seen some cases like this, but not nearly as bad. She actually missed the psychotic clients. She was hoping some would come through her door.

The negative chatter continued on, regardless of the fact of whether Quistis was there or not. It was almost as if they had little to no shame.

'I could leave to go to the bathroom and it would still be like this. God help me.'

Eventually she couldn't stand the bickering anymore. She knew that she would have to put a stop to it. She stepped in between the two of them and put her hands on her hips.

It worked; the two of them stopped arguing for the moment. They both stared at Quistis.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourselves?" Quistis demanded.

Rinoa and Squall merely looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Naturally, Rinoa was the first to step up.

"I'm so awfully sorry for taking up your valuable time arguing," she bowed her head. "Squall's sorry too."

Quistis nodded. "Are we ready to discuss your claims?"

They both nodded. Quistis folded her arms. "Alright then, let's start at the beginning" She grabbed a stack of papers that just printed out that morning. "These are your claims, faxed to my secretary who printed them out for me. Now, Squall, it says here that you would like to own the entire house on some unknown the grounds."

Squall nodded. "Yes."

"Would you like to explain them to me?"

"She tried to poison me."

Rinoa's face turned bright red and she abruptly rose up from the table. "How dare you!" she shrieked. "How dare you lie to a lawyer like that? It's illegal to lie!"

Squall shook his head and merely gestured Quistis to continue. Meanwhile Quistis was silently hitting herself in the head. This was going to be a long case. How was she going to survive?

She continued. "Next claim, Rinoa: it says here that you want the car based on the grounds that Squall was ill equipped to deal with money."

'The Car? Why not buy his stocks?'

Squall's face began to turn a deadly shade of white. He was extremely upset. He glared at his ex-wife.

"We don't have the car anymore," he retorted. "You totaled it!"

Quistis sighed to herself. It was going to be a long day. She looked over at the two of them. Even though she had momentarily paused, they were still fighting.

She put a hand to her forehead. It was going to be a very long day. She wondered if there was any way she could get rid of the two of them. They were really a thorn in her side at the moment.

She cleared her throat. "Excuse me," she interrupted their little spat. "We have a lot of work to be getting through today and I want you all to hear everything about this case. Now either behave or leave the room!"

Rinoa and Squall were well-behaved after that.

"Now…let's continue."

The next day Quistis thankfully didn't have to see those people. She came in right on time, wearing an expensive suit that cost her 200 dollars. She was ready for work.

The phone rang. Quistis picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Quistis, some woman is here to see you," her secretary said.

"Who is it?"

"Some woman named Rinoa."

Quistis froze when she heard those words.

'That was the woman from yesterday,' she thought.

Quistis wondered what she was doing there. She wasn't going over their case, so why would that strange woman be here? This was a mystery that even Quistis couldn't figure out.

"Quistis?" her secretary asked, wondering what the break in the conversation was about.

"Send her in," Quistis ordered.

The door opened and Rinoa entered her office. She was dressed nicely today, wearing a short black dress with short sleeves and high-heeled shoes. On her neck, she wore a brilliant emerald necklace, with matching emerald earrings. There was certainly no shortage of money there.

"What can I do for you Rinoa?" Quistis asked.

"I need to talk to you about something. It's about the case. I was thinking that we could talk about it over coffee," she smiled warmly.

Boy, she sure had a poker face.

Quistis stared at her intently. "Is there a good reason for this?"

"Yes."

Quistis dialed the phone and got her secretary on the other line. "Xu," she ordered. "Cancel all my other appointments for today."