So, this is what happens when you spent your week off marathoning Victorious, Grey's Anatomy, Law & Order, and The L Word. AU crime drama of sorts and eventual Tori/Jade.

In the year I've been working at the New York DA's office, I've become a master at opening doors without using my hands. Massive iced coffee from the cart outside in my left hand, half of the contents of my file cabinet in my right. Hip check the ID scanner, hit the elevator buttons with my elbow, hook my foot under the door to my floor, and then it's just a balancing act to my cubicle.

I'm like, 5 feet away, when my boss comes around the corner, "Good morning Tori!"

"Hang on," he stops suddenly, jostling the fake walls enough that my stack of files almost tops over. But somehow I make it, coffee goes down first, and the finally the files. "Sorry, hi Robbie."

Robbie's technically my boss. He's only a year or two older than me, but went straight to law school as opposed to trying to make it as an actress first and then resigning myself to trial law, which, on the good days, isn't really a bad substitute. Robbie's super enthusiastic, but juries don't respond very well to his... unique way of speaking, so I get to do a lot more in court than other first years.

"Want to do something fun?"

The last time Robbie asked me if I wanted to do something fun, it involved blindfolding me and leading me to the ME's office for my first autopsy. The autopsy didn't bother me so much as being led around on the city streets blindfolded by Robbie. I almost killed myself on a streetlamp.

"Hazardous to my health fun?"

"No..." he reconsiders, "Maybe a little. You know the triple homicide on 113th last week?"

"Yeah," I hadn't actually seen the file, but gruesome news travels fast. Young couple was shot, along with a police officer. They managed to survive until the hospital, but died on the operating table before anyone could take a statement.

"They arrested someone last night, and I need to talk to the doctor and get her to the grand jury, but Lane wants to talk to me about 'appropriate metaphors in court'" Robbie actually does air quotes, "And he has that massive trial next week so it has to be today before I 'cause distress to another family'... can you go interview her?"

"Lane?" Our burueau chief is very male, as far as I know.

"No, the doctor. She's at New York Presbyterian... Dr. West."

"Yeah, sure!" I've watched other attorneys do interviews, but only done a few of my own and never without someone looking over my shoulder, "When?"

"We're on a 180.80 deadline, so... now."

I grab a bunch of files to read on the train, my coffee, and smile at Robbie, "No problem!"

Fifty minutes later, I'm walking into the hospital. I've never been here before, so I go over to the front desk, dropping my files and flashing my ID. "Hey, I'm Tori Vega from the DA's office. I'm looking for Dr. West..."

The receptionist types something into a computer, "She's on ER duty... you can go down there if you want, but you'll probably have to wait a while. You might want to come back later..."

"Nah, it's pretty urgent...I'll wait."

"Suit yourself, first floor, keep right when you get off the elevator."

I head downstairs. The ER is crazy, doctors everywhere, tons of patients, I stand for a second when I get off the elevator, trying to figure out where to go.

A tall doctor with tan skin and black hair pulled back in a ponytail spots me, "Hey, you lost?"

"Hey," I shift my files around, the things are getting heavy, I should have ditched the coffee but I've barely been able to sip it, "I'm looking for Dr. West?"

"Oh, that's easy - hey, Jade!"

"Yes," a voice says right in my ear.

I can't help it, I jump. My files go scattering all over the floor and my coffee goes all over ponytail doctor.

"Oh my god."

He looks down at his scrub shirt, "It's cool, I can just change..."

"No, no, here," I blot at his shirt with my hand, I don't want to wreck my suit, but maybe if I dab hard enough... "I think it's coming out."

"No, I think you're making it worse..."

"Dude, why are you rubbing him?" says the voice behind me.

I spin around, "You talked, like, right in my ear, and I just, I just, I spilled coffee..."

"Yeah, we all know you spilled coffee. Get away from him."

"Relax," ponytail doctor puts a hand on angry doctor's shoulder, "Why'd you talk in her ear?"

"I thought she was competent enough to not destroy the hospital."

"Fire, everyone there's been a massive fire!" another doctor is coming down the stairs, a lab coat over his scrubs. He's not wearing shoes, which, I'm not an expert in health code law or anything, but I'm pretty sure that's not okay. No one else seems to care though, the doctors stop talking and turn to listen.

"Mass fire on 83rd everyone, ambulances are coming in. Finish with your patients and get out to meet them. Triage everyone!" barefoot doctor scurries back up the stairs and the ER springs back to life.

"Hey, so, I've got to go change, but this is Dr. West," ponytail doctor indicates angry doctor. Because of course this couldn't get any worse... "Jade, this is..."

"Tori Vega, I'm from the DA's office."

"God, they hire anyone these days, don't they." Angry doctor, Dr. West, raises her eyebrows and give me the once over. She's wearing dark blue scrubs, long black hair pulled into a ponytail that's curling at the ends. Her eyes are narrowed, but they seem to be some sort of blue green... God, Tori this is not the time. She already hates me and there's been a murder and a fire...

"Okay, so I'm going to go..." ponytail doctor turns to leave. Dr. West grabs his shoulder and kisses him, glaring at me the whole time. Yup, you're straight and you and ponytail doctor are a thing, we all get it.

Dr. West finally lets ponytail doctor go, he raises an eyebrow at her, but doesn't say anything to her. "Nice meeting you Ms. Vega, good luck..."

Dr. West turns back to me, still glaring, "Is this urgent? Because I don't know if you're deaf as well as an idiot, but there was a fire."

"I'm on a 180.80 deadline... it can wait maybe another day."

"What case?"

"Umm," I reach down and grab my files off the floor, shifting them around, "The triple homicide on 113th..."

"Do you know how many homicides I work with?"

Yeah, how many of them do you cause? Not particularly wanting to be her next victim, I keep quiet and shuffle through the files, "McCullens and then Officer Brentwood."

"Yeah, I remember that," she rolls her eyes, "Come back tomorrow before my shift. Hopefully nothing will have exploded or anything," she pauses, looking me up and down again, "Or maybe I should hope for that. What's a few more casualties if I don't have to talk to you?"

She seems to perk up a little bit at the thought of more casualties and turns away. Alright, I'm officially disturbed, but we can't lose this case... I call after her, "What time, Dr. West?"

"7am, in the lobby," she says without turning around.