A/N: So i started this story, didn't like where it was headed, took it off of fanfiction, edited it, and here it is again. Hopefully it's better this time around! So please enjoy my first AA fanfic and tell me what you think about the first chapter!

I walked into the office feeling quite nervous.

It was the day before my first trial. I stopped by the office café for a cup of coffee before I headed to my office. Diego Armando was already there reading the newspaper and drinking what was probably his eighth cup of coffee.

He said that it kept him awake during the long boring office days, and that it kept him energized during trials. I was surprised he didn't go into one of his long bragging rants while I was getting my coffee.

It's not that his bragging bugged me, it was that he would follow you around as he went on and on about his own special coffee blends. Listening to them sometimes wasted a lot of time.

I walked to my small corner office feeling excited. I sat down to read over the case file again. I had already read it eleven times, but I wanted to make sure I didn't forget anything.

I opened the case file and saw a not attached to the top page. 'Mia, meet me in my office this morning at 9 'o' clock. -Mr. Grossberg.' I looked up at the clock. 9:03. I was late.

I had to travel up seven flights of stairs before I got to the floor where Mr. Grossberg's office was located. The elevator wasn't working, and the stairs were my only option.

I opened the door onto the stair landing and started my ascent. I had just made it to the third floor landing when I heard the door from the fourth floor office area open. I turned to see who it was, but before I could catch even the slightest of glimpses, I was hit over the head with a heavy object.

I fell to the floor, but I wasn't unconscious. I tried to stand, to get to my feet, to run. But the person had me pinned to the ground the second I hit the floor.

"I was going to just send you a notice on not to win the trial tomorrow, but I guess I'll just make it so you won't be defending! Oh, and in case you do survive this, I have a back up plan. One that will insure you don't win the case tomorrow!" It was a man's voice that spoke, deep and rough.

I heard the sound of an item being lifted, probably the same one I was hit with before.

I struggled against the man's grip before he had a chance to bring down the weapon in his hand.

He had to drop it to hold me down.

"Stop moving!" he growled. I waited for him to once again reach for his weapon to make my move. I rolled as hard as I could towards the stairs and was close enough that I could actually roll down the steps. I did so.

My body was jolted up and down as I rolled down the entire third stair case and landed with a thud.

My assailant had been shaken off. I now quickly got to my feet. I needed a good look at who this attacker was. I looked up the stairs to where he was standing up. Tall, brown curly hair that's shoulder length, deep scar across face. That should be enough, I thought.

"Get back here you retch!" he said as he came down the stairs. I also noted that he had a limp on his right leg. I turned to run, but was stopped when I saw Diego Armando charging up the stairs.

"Out of my way Ms. Fey." He growled as he ran past me and up the next flight of stairs in two bounds. He tackled the man who had attacked me, and soon had him pinned to the ground.

"The police are on there way to pick you up." Diego told the man. I ran up the stairs in shock.

"Mr. Armando, How did you know what was happening?" I asked staring at him. He looked up at me, and I saw that he actually seemed to be having fun.

"Mr. Grossberg called me. He asked if I had seen you lately, and that he had had an appointment with you at 9:00. He called at 9:08. I knew it wasn't like you to be late so I assumed something bad had happened. Sure enough, I walked onto the first floor stair landing just in time to witness you crashing down the third stairwell. I was a little surprised. So I called the police, then ran up here." He said like it was nothing, "You're okay, aren't you kitten?" he asked me next.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said. The entire situation had made me lose myself for a moment, and I was still trying to collect myself. I didn't, however, get myself together until the police arrived.

Diego still had the man pinned to the ground when they arrived, and I was still sitting there on the cold, cement staircase. The police took the man away and said that he would be charged with physical assault and third-degree attempted murder. The trial was going to be held with in the next month.

Great, mark that on my calendar, I thought as I watched them leave.

At this point in time Diego had left, quite abruptly, when he remembered he had an important meeting to go to at the Criminal Affairs Department.

I turned, and was about to leave the scene, when I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see a small piece of folded paper on the ground. I picked it up and read what was written on it.

What was on it made me dizzy, and I had to sit down on the concrete steps to keep myself from toppling over.

3270 King Street, it read.

My address. What was my apartment address doing on a piece of paper that belonged to a person I didn't know?

Wait, it could belong to Diego, or one of the police officers, I thought. There was no reason to get worked up over it.

The pre-occurring events must have rattled my nerves. I took a deep breath, tucked the paper in my pocket, and rose to my feet. I then headed back down the stairs towards my office. Mr. Grossberg would have to wait. I had investigating to do. Plus, I had a trial file to re-read...again.