Hi, all! :D

It's my first fanfic and... Well, needless to say, I'm pretty fucking nervous. ^_^ Oh, yeah, there's a warning for you - I swore. That's not half as bad as it's going to get. I mean, even Mia has bad language in this. ;) Yes, there's some lemon in this story, but just not in this chapter, gotta work my self up to that. xD But I promise you, I will have some in in the next few chapters, so I won't keep you waiting too long.

Oh, and please do ignore my over use of smileys, it's a habit I've worked up from a different site, but they will magically disappear when the story actually starts. ;D

So, thanks! And I cannot ask you enough to review, as, like I said before, I need feedback because it's my first fanfic and... I'm shitting myself. :D I don't think I've ever shown my writing to the public before, so... Yeah. Reviews are very welcome! ^^

Shalula xx

Phoenix stared at the building before him. It was smallish, with an elegant (if a little weather warn) sign, reading "Fey & Co Law Offices", the swirly print obviously hand written with skill. Sighing, he put his hands on his hips, which were covered by his new navy suit he had bought especially for the occasion; the place had not changed a bit since he last came here. Apart from the slightly more apparent peeling of the paint. He most certainly, without a doubt, did not want to relive his last visit, at the time he was so foolish – he had been accused of murder his girlfriend had committed. Was it embarrassing to come back after all this time? Yes, maybe, but he had the advantage of knowing the woman here, who had defended him... Assuming it was the same woman.

He took a deep breath, straightened his tie, flattened down his spiked hair, and walked in. It was the same inside – the desk, the sofa, the potted plant beside it, and, thank god, the woman behind the desk. She must have been reading up a case file when he arrived, but she looked up so it was hard to tell whether she was doing so, or just watering the plant beside her. She narrowed her eyes at him, as if trying to work him out.

Suddenly a look of recognition spread over her face, "Oh! Mr Wright!" She smiled warmly as she rose out of her seat, pushing her papers to one side. "Another murderous girlfriend, or are you here for another reason?" She smirked, but not as if to make fun of him, more as a joke.

Phoenix blushed profusely, "No, not this time." He awkwardly scratched the back of his head as if wondering why he was actually there.

Mia Fey tapped her foot, leaning on her desk, and smiled at him as if trying to urge him into talking. "Just popping in for a visit?" She raised her eyebrows, hoping for some kind of answer, and when none came (unless you count grinning like a fool and scratching your head as an answer), she spoke again. "Or?"

"Oh!" Phoenix yelped, finally snapping back into reality. "Um... Well, you see..." This was not going as he planned, not at all. Mia was surprisingly intimidating, even with her warm smile and kind words; maybe it was her air of purpose, or her flowing hair, or her rather noticeable curviness – how had Phoenix forgotten all this from last time!

Mia raised her eyes to the heavens, longing to get back to her case. "Unfortunately I don't see, Mr Wright. Would you care to explain?" Even through her words were getting more impatient, she was not saying them in a harsh way – just so he would notice her hints.

"Well, you may or may not remember I was training to be a lawyer..."

"Indeed?" She replied, although it was a lie. She barely remembered his name, never mind his profession.

"Well, I don't know who else to ask, so..." He thought over his next few words carefully, "So I was wondering if you have any spaces free for trainee lawyers, or need any help around the place?" He supposed he should be as straight to the point as he could without sounding needy. Which he probably did.

Mia sighed, and spoke as though talking to a naughty kid. "Well, I don't know why you didn't say so before, Mr Wright –"

"Phoenix." He corrected, he didn't like the formal use of his name, and he wanted to keep the meeting as casual as possible.

She sighed heavily, but somehow without being patronizing. "Fine, then, if you insist. I don't know why you didn't say so before, Phoenix. Sure, I'd be able to take you on for some training. I can't guarantee your own cases, but, sure. You can accompany me in court." She flicked some stray mousey brown locks over one shoulder.

Phoenix breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the anxiety getting lifted from his shoulders, and a flicker of a smile spread across his face. "Where should I start?" He asked, yet again smoothing down his spiked hair, attempting to make eye contact with Mia, trying to look grateful.

"How about a coffee?" Mia suggested, noticing his relief, but ignoring it, as not to embarrass him. "I take milk, one sugar."

Phoenix grinned, for the first time in a long while. Milk, one sugar. Yeah, he could cope with that.

10 minutes later

"So, the case is fairly simple." Mia explained, sat back down at her desk, legs crossed, sipping on her mug of coffee, her case notes in front of her. "Phoenix, Phoenix? Are you actually listening?"

Phoenix was sitting next to her, behind her desk, gazing around the room, taking in all the details and playing a mini game of spot the difference – what had changed since he was last here? He snapped back to attention, when Mia started calling his name. "Sorry! Yeah, yeah, I am. Well, I am now."

"Are you quite sure you trained to be a lawyer? Because if you drifted off into the land of Phoenix in court, the judge wouldn't be best pleased." Mia rolled her eyes, all ready getting used to her new partner.

"Sorry, yeah, yeah, I am. A lawyer." Phoenix was getting a little flustered, and going a little pink – he just assumed she spoke to everyone as though they were a fair few years younger than her.

"Right, well you can stop apologising." She smiled at him, oblivious to his blush. "Now, the victim was a young man, a proper gentleman, English, too, but, sadly in a lot of debt – and I mean a lot. His mother's fingerprints were found on the body, so she is who we're defending."

"But..." Phoenix thought it through for a moment, "She has no motive!"

"Oh!" Mia exclaimed, and Phoenix began to feel very smug – he had thought of what she had not. "Did I not mention that? His mother had lent him around fifty thousand, with the promise of him paying her back. He never did."

Phoenix frowned. He thought he had the case in his hand for a second, but it never is that simple, really. "So she did it, then?"

It was Mia's turn to frown, this time. "What kind of shit education did you have?"

Phoenix was quite taken aback, but not because of the sudden harshness in her words, but... Mia swore!

"The first, and most important, rule of defending: believe in your client, no matter what." She held her gaze on him firmly. "Rebecca did not kill her son."

"Okay, okay!" Phoenix yelped, wondering how he was the bad guy all of a sudden. "It's just all the evidence points to her!"

"Yes, well, we wouldn't have to defend her if no evidence pointed to her, would we?" Mia sighed, exasperated. Phoenix stayed silently sulking, like a scolded child. "Anyway, I know who did it."

Phoenix looked up at her, maybe the case wasn't doomed. "Well then, who?"

Mia shook her head and placed her empty coffee mug on her desk. "Tomorrow, Phoenix. It's late ad we need our sleep."

Phoenix parroted her movements; he stood up and took a few steps away so she could pass.

"You better be getting home, Phoenix." She smiled, waiting expectantly for him to leave.

Ah. Phoenix thought, Forgot that tiny detail. "Well, yes... I would, but..."

Mia closed her eyes, and took in a deep breath to calm herself down, knowing what was about to come.

"Do you live here?" Phoenix asked, scratching the back of his head, awkwardly grinning.

"Yes." Mia sighed, just wanting get to bed. "Look, Phoenix, there's a spare room, take that." She said and she strolled off, not wanting to speak any more.

"Thanks..." Phoenix murmured, not that she would here it as she was out of the room in a flash. He followed her and found himself in a corridor like thing. A roomy corridor, but a corridor none the less. The walls were painted a nice, soothing lavender colour and there were two doors lining one wall, and three on the other. He peeked through each one, just hoping that he wouldn't walk in on Mia getting dressed. He wouldn't have minded (at all), but he did need a place to stay for the night, and a job, for that matter – that wasn't worth risking even for Mia's boobs. The first room he came across was a bathroom (thankfully empty), the second was a study, then he came across a room with a single bed in it (he assumed it would be his, as he just had the feeling Mia's would be a double), then a kitchen, then a living area, with a fireplace and a few armchairs. The final room he came across was, as he found out Mia's.

He creaked open the door, and was about to ask which room he was staying in, but he stopped himself just in time. The room was rather large, quite modern with a black and white checker theme and in the center of it was a large double bed with a peacefully sleeping Mia lying over the covers. She must have been tired, as she had not bothered to get into her pyjamas, and had instead just stripped down to her underwear, which was a plain black bra and matching knickers, her socks still left on. She hadn't actually got under the covers and was just lying there, breathing softly and gently. His eyes flickered back to her bra and, more importantly, the things it held. She was beautiful, just lying there, her brilliant figure up for show.

"Fuck me. Fuck me." He cursed under his breath. Why was he being like this? He wasn't even a permanent roommate, he shouldn't be like this. He marched off to what he assumed was his room in a huff, and fell asleep instantly – maybe the days stresses were getting to him after all.