A/N: I do not own General Hospital and any of the characters that you recognize. Those belong to ABC, Disney and their respective partners.

To say that Adela Corinthos had a bad day was an understatement. It was crisis after crisis as she did her 8 hours as a volunteer at the Port Charles General Hospital. If it wasn't that there were more patients then nurses and volunteers, then it would be that there was Miss Sneed reprimanding her for something that she did wrong like breathing heavily, (Though with Flu season that might be a problem if you lived in 1844.) or having to tell a young mother that her toddler just died of the flu. Adela Corinthos was tired at the end of the day. When she got home she would have a sociology test to study and an online class to check on. She was working at a hospital and taking classes at PCU. All Adela wanted to do was go home and sleep for a day, exhausted as hell. As she stood in the elevator to go up to her apartment, next to her father's right hand man Jason Morgan, she was hoping there would be no problem with her father or at her place because she couldn't take any more crap today.

Her father was a major mob figure in Port Charles, which was always a problem for her. Volunteering at a hospital was her way of keeping tabs on the bad part of her father's job. It also was a way to feel like she was doing something good. She hated the violence and blood and cruelty of his business and there was nothing she could do about it. If she hated it, the 18 year-old was told to go back to her mother's country, a small island off of Spain but not part of it. She was a princess though she never told her father about that. In fact no one in Port Charles knew that. All they knew was that her mother had left her family to go to America, only to get overwhelmed and have to become a stripper at Michael "Sonny" Corinthos' old strip club to survive. Adela was conceived during those months as a heartbroken Paloma of the house of deSantis left to not return to Sonny until Adela was fully grown. The truth was Paloma wanted to prove something to her family and failed. She fell for Sonny though he didn't return her feelings and left for home not telling him he was pregnant. That was why when Adela arrived in January of 2005, it was a surprise to all. The DNA tests were done to prove she was Sonny's daughter and they had a strange and awkward relationship. That was stressed when she came out, doing it when he had his last bipolar episode during the summer. It wasn't until November that he has begun to accept her at all.

Her father King Antonio favored young Adela though he hated her name and renamed her Sabina, though he was the only one to call her that. Growing up as a royal was completely different as living as an older teenager in America. Her grandfather raised her, not trusting her mother who he felt was weak and pathetic. He raised her to be strong and to be a fighter and never think bad of herself because she was a love child. He trained her to be a strong but kind woman but also to be cruel when needed be.

Adela was gay, something that her grandfather accepted fully though her mother didn't. It had taken a while for her to realize this, especially when she had crushes on the several ladies-in-waiting that served the princesses of the palace. She even shared her first kiss with her lady-in-waiting Josephina though Adela was still a virgin. Adela and her mother had a relationship full of tension. Paloma was jealous that her bastard daughter was favored by her strict father and was homophobic because of that. Of course she had had a miscarriage 6 years ago with her husband and was more emotional that usual. So when Adela came out, she had a feeling that her grandfather accepted her more because it pissed off her mother than because he accepted her, though it was hard to tell with him.

Adela closed her eyes, sweating a little and waiting to get up to the right floor. Oh why oh why did the floor she lived on have to be at the top of the whole stupid building? She also wanted to know why the lights in this damn elevator were so hot. Her shirt was half soaked with sweat as she lay against the elevator, her dark hair a sweaty mess and her dark brown eyes looking blank.

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As the youngest ADA in the history of Port Charles, Leocadia Jimena Cañizares or just "LJ" had a big responsibility. There were many that felt she was too young to be an ADA and were astonished to learn that this Yale grad had graduated at the top of her class. To make it even more interesting, she was an expert archer, winning many awards for her school, even if she was only 16 when she did it. Now at the age of 20, she was glad that DA Lansing had more faith in her then Alexis Davis and let her in on the mob cases, instead of some of the rape cases from before. She had no problem putting rapists to justice but she wanted to put some other criminals in jail like Sonny Corinthos. If there was one thing LJ was serious about, it's justice and people who think of it as a joke needed to pay. That's why she was at the door of Señor Corinthos's eldest daughter, Adela Corinthos, a hard working volunteer at the hospital. Someone who was also easy on the eyes.

Someone who LJ would have to be blind not to notice.

Coming from a very rich and conservative Spanish family, LJ was very afraid to tell her proud family that their young scholar was in fact in the closet. She had made her family ecstatic when she was accepted at Yale at the age of 12. She had gotten great marks in the Ivy League school. When she was 16 she had an affair with her roommate, though to her it was more than an affair. Of course she was also 16 and too young to understand love. She thought she was in love with a 24 year-old rich girl who just wanted to brag to her friends that she had done the 16 year-old Spanish hottie. Even though LJ's heart was broken, she had realized that she was a lesbian. Doing more research as she loved to do made her even stronger. So when she came home for the summer before starting her career as an 18 year-old lawyer, she told her family that she was a lesbian. Of course she got the responses that she knew were coming….

"What if you want a political career?"

"How many will hire a queer teenage lawyer?"

They had slowly accepted that it was her and after she had gotten a dual citizenship, she left for America with her family's permission. That is where she was able to get the job of Assistant District Attorney at age 19 in the city of Port Charles. Though it took the approval of the Port Charles Common Council and the mayor, she was allowed with the stipulation that she would not become DA until her 30th birthday. 11 years as ADA should help, right?

Holding her briefcase, she walked to Adela's door knocking on it once and waiting.

Silence.

She tried it again and got nothing. She adjusted her bun of dark hair and then her horn rimmed glasses, hiding her deep blue eyes and tried again. She got nothing again and used this to fix her business suit and stare at the door, wondering why she wasn't there. It was past 8 and she knew that Adela worked as a volunteer at the hospital but she should be home by now. LJ had done the calculations in her head, bringing in the other variable of being full time at Port Charles University, there was no reason she would still be at the hospital. If it was her, she would have been home by at least 4 or 5 and study for hours. That's how she did it.

Then that was her, not Adela. She lightly hit her head against the door, annoyed that she miscalculated; losing her stoic stance that was a part of her persona to keep her head leaned against the door.

The elevator door finally opened and Adela got out, taking out her keys in a very unceremoniously manner. She had turned to find her door and the person she really didn't want to see.

ADA LJ long Spanish name thingy.

She really was too exhausted to remember how to pronounce her name and took a deep breath, wiping some sweat from her forehead and glaring at her.

"Hola ADA Luciano Jimmy Cadiz." She walked past her, noticing that she had on some nice perfume while she must smell something terrible. As she tried to get the damn key in the keyhole she heard an exasperated sigh from ADA smell nice hottie.

"It's Assistant District Attorney Leocadia Jimena Cañizares, senorita Corinthos. You know that." She said it matter-of-factly as Adela finally got into her place and almost collapsed on the leather sofa, glaring at the computer where she would have to check on her stupid online class.

LJ had watched her walk into the room, all sweaty which was rather sexy to LJ. She had a thought of helping her take off her light green volunteer shirt and help her take a shower, giving her hot lustful kisses along her perfect neck. She instead grabbed her briefcase and stood there, trying to get that specific fantasy out of her head and back to business.

ADA LJ just stood out there, politely staring straight ahead, holding her briefcase in a professional matter. Of course she wouldn't come in unless Adela let her in. Of course Adela thought it would be funny if she let her stand there for maybe 5 or 20 minutes. She wasn't in the mood for company, especially the tall ADA who always had a stare that caused Adela to shiver inside.

"Fine come on Jimmy. Ask me something, anything. My favorite color? Top or bottom? Adela laughed as LJ came in, her tanned skin turning to a scarlet tone when Adela said that last question.

With the door closed, Adela stifled a yawn as LJ put her briefcase on the coffee table in front of her, the one Adela always managed to fall on and wanted to get rid of except that it was a good foot rest, as she was using it for that exact reason now, forgetting all of the regal training her abuelo (grandfather) had instilled in her.

Of course ADA LJ noticed that and arched her eyebrow though it was partly hidden by those terrible glasses she always wore and Adela hated. She then opened the briefcase and took out a file, opening it and analyzing it, her eyebrows furrowed. This was more than useless and annoying to Adela who didn't want company.

"Don't you have an office at the police station or something like that to do your work? You don't have to come all the way to stupid Harbor View towers to do that. Seems like a waste of gas to me."

This caused LJ to stop what she was doing and stare back at Adela, an angry expression on her face. She put down the file and turned around to face her.

"I need to ask what you know about the shooting of Lorenzo Alcazar."

"Wha? Why? How? You sure he was shot?" Adela had stuttered her answer, trying to remember if she ever saw Lorenzo in the hospital. She must have been on a different floor or too exhausted, handing crazy old men porn magazines as they attempted to check out her ass, saying something fell and needed to be picked up. LJ didn't seem at all upset or concerned that Adela looked confused.

"Well as you know, your father shot and killed him and now it's a matter of self defense or intentional though your padre has a history of shooting Señor Alcazar…."

She had continued speaking about her father shooting Alcazar as Adela's eyes closed as she felt herself drift asleep. Sleep good. LJ boring and repetitive. LJ had looked over as she made her point about justice, citing events in history when she realized that Adela was sleeping.

She stopped speaking as she saw that Adela was sleeping. The fantasy from before came back into her head. She could just imagine how a kiss from her sleeping lips would feel. She would like to tenderly kiss her stomach, her favorite part of a woman. She had remembered when she would put her hands on Katie's stomach and how serene it made her feel.

She wasn't Katie and for all she knew, she didn't have a smooth stomach she could gently massage. No this was a Corinthos and she was a sarcastic ass. Every word from her mouth was sardonic and it was a turn off to her. She liked adults and not children. Just as LJ had pondered the thought, Adela opened one eye.

LJ had sat up, upright as Adela did the same, though she had to stifle a yawn as she did it. She looked over at LJ and gave her a weird look.

"Were you just touching my stomach? The stoic ADA has a fetish for stomachs?"

This caused LJ to blush as she sat up, staring straight ahead as she did before. Adela smirked, feeling more awake as she picked on LJ.

"So let me guess how this happens. You are in the middle of the trial and you see the woman you are questioning. Then you see her stomach. Then you want to touchy the stomach! Touchy the stomach! Touchy the stomach!"

She laughed as LJ stood up, glaring at her. "Go to hell."

She walked towards the door as Adela grabbed her arm. She turned around and they locked eyes. Adela let go as LJ wiped some of the now sweaty palm against her skirt and Adela stared at her sweaty hand in wonder before looking back at LJ who was now out the door. "Are you sure you're done? You haven't slapped me with a subpoena. That's your favorite thing to do isn't it?"

LJ just stared at her before walking back in, realizing in her haste to leave and her anger that she almost forgot her briefcase which she quickly shut and grabbed hold of, going to the door again.

"I just needed to know what you knew about the shooting. If you knew it was planned or anything. I can see I am getting no where. I'll be back soon to get your statement."

She then left, leaving Adela to check out her rather nice backside.

"USDA grade A," she said before going to take a shower and start on her homework.