A/N: This is a new idea so I'm giving it a try! Don't know if people will like it, soo let me know. Oh and when your done try to predict what you think is to happen and what role the characters will play. Enjoy!

It was the time of the year that everyone loved, November 2nd… or Election Day. Thtime when citizens would be plagued by the constant automatic calls by politicians 'begging' for votes, the times when the people running would sell false promises for a better tomorrow, and best of all the time when Rafael Barba would be holed up in his office working on cases the D.A decided to hand down to him.

Barba dropped the file he was reading onto his desk and ran a hand through his slightly grayed hair. Rafael didn't like the gray, he saw it as a sign of getting older but Olivia always reassured him by saying it made him look wiser and more handsome.

As the last thought about Olivia passed through his mind his eyes drifted towards the photo that sat on the edge of his desk, it was of the two of them at their wedding. He reached out for the photo and ran his hand over the glass that protected it, wiping away the dust that had accumulated over the five years. Rafael smiled at the thought of their anniversary being just next week.

"I know you might hate me for this," Came a soft whisper, startling Barba. "But your wife is banging hot. I'm mean just look at those curves-"

Barba swallowed down any rude comments that he might have said and placed the photo back in its spot. He glanced across his desk and observed his boss, Matthew 'The Kid' Levy.

The man's nickname fit him perfectly because between his rounded face, soft facial features, and his boyish charm that's exactly what people saw him as, a kid. But when the 28 year old stepped into court, all boyish features were forgotten. He had been working at One Hogan Place for only a couple months as a temporary DA and to say the least, Barba hated him.

Rafael had learned to tune out most of the kid's excessive talking but sometimes it just didn't work. "Matthew," He interjected. "As much as I want to hear you talk about my wife, I have to work on these cases you gave me. What do you need?"

Matthew blinked before cracking a megawatt smile. "Well Barba, I just got word that your former boss fortunately kicked the bucket so I'll be running for the permanent position of DA."

Barba was surprised by the news but hid it well. His former boss, Wesley Houghton, had been out of commission for a while due to a car accident. "You mean unfortunately,"

"Yea whatever," Matthew dismissed. "But anyway, I have an announcement going out tonight on the steps of the courthouse and I would love some advice for handling the media."

"Why me," Barba asked.

"Because believe it or not, you are the second person I admire most next to myself. Plus, I've seen the news and interviews you gave to the press."

Barba wanted to say, just don't be an asshole. But instead he went with, "Just be yourself, people love you."

Matthew smiled. "I always thought so too, but it's nice to hear it from someone else for a change." He stood from the seat he had taken and headed towards the door. "Hey Barba," He added on before leaving. "Your paralegal is here."

"Can you let her in?"

Matthew nodded. "Sure, not a prob." He opened the door and said loudly, "Hey Julia, he said you can come in."

"Thanks," Barba drawled sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Matthew gave a curt wink before leaving the office. When he left, the woman entered. Her name was Julia Stanford and she had been assigned to work with him by Matthew. At first, Barba began to think that the young DA hired Julia simply for her looks. But then he examined her resume and seen her credentials. Julia had graduated at the top of her class from Yale with a degree in Law and an undergraduate in Psychology; she also passed the bar with flying colors.

"Julia," Rafael greeted with a smile. "What can I do for you?"

She sat down in the chair across from him and crossed her legs, something she always did when in his presence. Every other man in the office struggled to not look at her dangerous high heels, the cleavage the top unbuttoned button on her shirt revealed, the above knee slit skirt, and the sweet smell of her perfume but Rafael was happily married and didn't have time for such foolishness.

Julia smiled broadly, making her dark red lipstick colored lips part. "I just wanted to see if you needed anything."

"No thank you Julia," He answered. "I'm fine."

Rafael instantly regretted the words when he saw Julia try to inconspicuously 'check him out'. "You sure are," She murmured.

"If you don't mind, I would like you to go. I have a lot of work to do."

"Anything for you, Mr. Barba." Julia said before standing to leave. She walked over to the door and left the office, purposely adding an extra sway to her hips.

When the door clicked, announcing her departure, Rafael leaned back against his chair. "God, help me," He said to the empty room.