AN: Whomever may be reading, thank you for reading this story, I greatly appreciate it! I was inspired to write it after joining a production of Chicago, which kind of made me get back into the fandom (Is it a fandom? Well, whatever you call it.) Anyway, I wanted to write something about my two favorite characters, so here it is! I would greatly appreciate any reviews and constructive criticism, and thanks again for reading!

April, 1900

The first time he saw her, he didn't think much about it.

She was a young, green reporter assigned to a press conference for a client of his, and as she tried in vain to push through the swarming reporters, he had no reason to notice. He didn't; in fact, at least until she slipped through a crack in the throng, and ended up front and center.

Now, as she fought to ask a question, seeming like a puppy in a greyhound race, he couldn't help but find it pathetically amusing. And with just a glance, he already knew her type: Naïve. Young enough for her juvenile idealism and excitement not to have wilted away after exposure to the real world, and most likely a bit of a pushover.

So of course he let her ask a question. Good publicity didn't generate itself, for Christ's sake.

Her question was about whether the client regretted the decisions that lead up to the crime, all delivered in an exaggeratedly melodic tone. And she didn't seem to experience even a flicker of doubt over his answer.

Definitely a pushover.

But it wasn't a new thing for him. Bleeding hearts like her were what kept him in his job. And by this point, he'd had to get pretty good at figuring out which ones were the easiest to crack. He liked to think of the whole thing as an art, the only difference being that it actually made a profit, unlike, say sketching or vaudeville.

And that was why she was completely erased from his mind the second he left the press conference. He had too much on his hands to waste precious time thinking about anything other than his case, and more importantly, how he would manage to make more of a name for himself. And he wouldn't, anyways. Thinking about one gullible reporter was like thinking about one specific daisy in a field: Too ordinary to even remember. Hell, too ordinary to remember any of them.

But the one thing he hadn't realized was that no matter how things may have seemed, this was Chicago. A city where a daisy could turn out to be a carmine-colored rose.

Contrarily, the first time she saw him was an entirely different occurrence.

Before becoming a reporter, she had wanted to be an actress on the stage, in a musical comedy, such as In Town, or The Shop Girl. But this career aspiration didn't sit well with her family, who tried to push her away from what they called 'throwing her life away'. In response, she put away her stage makeup, and went half-heartedly into journalism, and had recently started working for the Evening Star.

The only problem, was that she still had doubts about whether this was really the future she was meant to have.

She was going to attend her first press conference that day, but as opposed to feeling elated or terrified, she felt slightly numb. She knew how she should have felt, but she didn't really feel different from any other day. It was unnerving, she briefly wondered if this was how it would be. Forever.

But all of that changed when she heard the press conference: The story of an actress who had killed a man she had considered becoming friendly with, after learning that he was not as friendly as he had seemed.

She felt her heart go out to the young performer, as she was victim to a situation that could have so easily befallen any of a multitude of young women. Including her.

The way the lawyer presented the story convinced her to push her way to the front of the horde of reporters, and try to attract his attention with enough conviction to have her question answered. Because this was no longer about having a reasonably suitable career. It was about making a difference in the life of this brave, young woman.

And if that had opportunity had presented itself to her, then by God, she was going to make a difference with it.