A/N: This is my first attempt to write for Daredevil. This is ultimately going to help me not go crazy as we all patiently wait for the third season. This story takes place directly after The Defenders. If you haven't seen The Defenders yet, this is your spoiler alert!

Chapter One - Josie's

It was a Sunday afternoon in Hell's Kitchen and a familiar scene within Josie's Bar. Regulars sat at high-tops sipping beer watching the Patriots play the Rams, as Josie poured peanuts into bowls for everyone.

"How ya doin,' hun?" She asked the blonde-haired man. He sat alone, two pint glasses empty, a third on its way. He wore a baby blue shirt and tie, both of which were wrinkled, his expression worn and tired.

"Never been better." He replied before he downed the last of his third beer.

Josie frowned. "You want another?"

He stacked his third glass into the other two. "Yes… and I'll also take a shot of whiskey." He tapped on his chest with his fist, holding back a burp. "The cheap stuff, Josie." He finished as he looked up at her with half a grin.

Josie nodded, took his empty glasses and left. He looked back down at the packet of paperwork in front of him. He stared at the title like he had every day for the last six months, unwilling to open it and read its contents.

He wondered if he'd really be able to do it today, if he'd finally be able to read,

'The Last Will and Testament of Matthew Michael Murdock.'

"Foggy?"

His eyes shot up at the gentle, familiar voice. "Karen." He replied as he stood. There was a brief moment of silence as the two studied each other carefully. Karen sighed as she wrapped her arms around him. He embraced her right back. "It's so good to see you." She told him.

She hugged him tightly, pulling away a minute later. Her left hand remained on his shoulder. "It's good to see you too." He replied. There was another moment of silence as the two looked at each other with sympathetic eyes.

Foggy pulled out the chair closest to her. "Here, have a seat."

"Thanks." She said as she sat down.

He quickly covered up his best friend's will with his leather notebook.

"So, uh… how have you been, Karen?"

"I've been okay." She replied as she pushed part of her hair back behind her ear and nodded. "Just working… hard. They have me covering sports, which I don't really enjoy but... it's paying my bills." She grinned as she placed her purse on the seat next to her. "How about you? You still fighting the good fight?"

"Fighting." He replied with a disbelieving laugh. "Surviving is more like it."

"Here ya go." Josie intervened as she delivered Foggy's beer and shot of whiskey. She looked over at Karen. "Nice to see ya again, hun. You want anything?"

Karen was about to say no but Foggy interjected. "You should order something… you might want it soon."

She gave him a curious look, "Okay… yeah. A beer would be great, Josie. Whatever's lightest on tap."

Josie nodded and left again.

"What's going on, Foggy?" She asked, leaning in closer to him. She waited for his response but it never came. "We haven't seen each other in months and then you text me to come here completely out of the blue. No explanation..."

"I know." Foggy cut in as Karen watched him take back his shot of whiskey with a look of concern.

"I need your help." He replied as he let out a stiff breath in response to the shot. "There's something I haven't been able to do…" He slowly told her as he stared at his leather notebook and began to push it away. "Maybe if you're with me…. I can."

She reached over and placed her hand on his. The two locked eyes before she looked back down at the notebook and pushed it out of the way for him. Her mouth fell slightly ajar as she read the title of the paperwork now in view.

She pulled Matt's will towards her. "How long have you had this, Foggy?" She asked in just above a whisper as she pushed her hair back once more.

"A few years." He replied, staring at the title again. "Matt gave it to me about a year before we started the firm." He paused as he let out another laugh of disbelief. "I never thought I'd ever really have to read it… but this was before I found out he moonlighted as a masked superhero too."

"Do you want me to open it?" Karen asked as she looked back up at him with concern. Foggy was fiddling with his empty shot glass, his gaze fixed upon it.

"Foggy?"

He looked up at her then. "I do… but not here."

"Where?"

"His place."

"Oh…" She replied softly. "You still have a key?"

Foggy nodded before a long moment of silence ensued between them. Karen's eyes migrated back toward the will sitting in her hands. She looked back up at him then. "Alright, let's go."