Author's notes: This is what I do instead of sleeping…. Hope you enjoy!


Diana strolled down the snow-ridden sidewalk, her case files clasped tightly in her hands. As she zigzagged around people, her eyes scanned the documents over and over looking for something that would pop out and help her. But she found nothing. With a frustrated groan, she shoved the file deep into her bag. Her recent case hadn't been going too well and she felt like she was letting down her client.

As she hiked up her messenger bag, she took a deep breath and started to cross the street when a sign caught her attention.

Trevor's Scoops.

Pivoting sharply Diana stepped back onto the sidewalk and took off toward the red door. Her hand pushed open the door easily and a light jingle sounded. As the smell of chocolate filled her senses she closed her eyes taking a deep breath. The smell reminded her of home. She hadn't been home in years and though she missed her family she knew that was she was doing was right.

"May I help you?"

The voice startled Diana out of her thoughts and her eyes snapped opened; the man in front of her smiling questioningly. His blue eyes were soft, his blond hair flopping into his face.

"Ice cream." She blurted out.

The man's lips quirked into a smirk his blue eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Flavor?"

Diana smiled, "Surprise me."

"That I can do. Feel free to make yourself comfortable. I'll bring your ice cream over."

Diana thanked him softly and gazed around the shop. It was small but homey. There were people scattered throughout, doing nothing but eating their ice cream. She glimpsed a small table near the back and took off toward it. As she settled into the chair she pulled out all her case files spreading them over the table. Flipping through them she began making notes in the margins.

"Woah. That's a lot of papers."

Diana looked up to see the blond man holding a huge bowl of beautifully decorated ice cream.

"Yes. I am a wrongful convictions attorney. I review convictions and help release those who were wrongfully imprisoned. I help those who cannot help themselves."

The man's eyebrows shot up, "Very impressive. Maybe you don't need my magic ice cream after all."

"Magic ice cream?"

He nodded handing her the bowl.

"Thank you-"

"Steve."

"Thank you Steve. I am Diana."

"Enjoy your ice cream, Diana."

She smiled at him as he bowed slightly before turning to stride back behind the counter. Diana stared at him, watching as his face lit up as he interacted with other customers. With a sigh she pulled her gaze back and focused her attention on the bowl of ice cream.

She lifted the spoon to her mouth and as the ice cream touched her lips she moaned in ecstasy.

"This is delicious you should be very proud." She shouted around her full mouth to Steve.

Steve's head swung around with a smile and a quick thank you.

Diana believed that Steve was right. It was magical ice cream. As she ate she began to form ideas of different ways to swing her case. The steps became clear as she made a list of, who to talk to, what evidence to take out of lockup, what questions to ask her client, and how to ultimately prove this man was innocent.

Hours passed and Diana finally pulled herself out of her work. As she looked around she noticed that it had grown dark. The shop was empty and the lights were dimmed. Steve sat dozing in the corner of the shop.

"Steve?" Diana called softly.

Steve jolted almost falling off his chair.

"What? What! I wasn't sleeping."

Diana laughed, "I'm sorry. Did you close? You should have informed me. I would have left."

Steve shook his head, "It was no problem. You seemed so into your work I didn't want to mess it all up."

With a nod, Diana quickly packed up her belongings and headed to the door, Steve meeting her there.

"I hope to see you around again?"

"I believe that you will. Can't give up on this magical ice cream. It may have just helped me win my case."

With a quick goodbye, Diana took off down the street, snow falling softly from the sky. As she reached the corner she turned throwing a fleeting wave to Steve, the light from the streetlamps reflecting off her headband creating dancing lights around her head.

"See you around Angel." Steve whispered.