A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you all enjoy this new story! Recently I have just been getting so inspired and figured this would make a good story. Falling buildings, Ichigo and Rukia being trapped together, falling in love, what's not to love? Please review and the next chapter will be up soon :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, Kubo Tite does.

Today was not a good day. No, today was just awful. Not to mention that it was my first day off of work in a month. My bad luck seemed to cascade and hit me right away. I jerked awake to my cell phone angrily ringing. Apparently, my boss felt it necessary to call me at four in the morning saying I had to get to work right away as I was desperately needed, despite it being my day off. Of course, one must never turn down Ukitake, but at the moment with my hand gripping the phone so hard that it was ready to break, I wanted to.

But being a good guy, I told him I'd be there in an hour. That was before the coffee spilling incident, the freezing cold shower that I had to endure because the heater wasn't working, having my truck not wanting to start in the cold weather, getting stuck in traffic, and then to finish it all off, getting a flat tire.

Needless to say, I didn't make it to work in an hour. More like three and a half.

Walking into the tall building that held about two hundred levels, briefcase in hand, and having my shoes echo off the marble flooring, I kept thinking, Yep, I'm definitely fired.

Sighing, I walked into one of the many elevators that lined the main lobby and pushed the button that named my floor, 115. The doors slid closed and the annoying music filled the compartment.

I was still in such a daze that I didn't realize someone else was occupying the elevator with me until a feminine voice called my attention.

A tall, strawberry-blonde with rather large, ahem, assets, stood with a folder clutched to her chest and grinning slyly at me.

"I didn't know you had to come into work today, Ichigo," she said.

"I didn't even know you came to work, Rangiku," I retorted.

She laughed, "Just today."

"Did you get called in also?" I asked, adjusting the weight of the briefcase to my hand.

"Unfortunately."

"So you're late, too?" I secretly hoped.

"It wasn't my fault!" she defended, blue eyes going wide. "It was suppose to be my day off so I went partying last night and got in pretty late and only managed to sleep three hours." She gave a light sigh, "Toshiro better have a good reason for pulling me out of bed."

So Toshiro was in on this, too. Did each of our boss' so desperately need us? I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. Perhaps my day wasn't so bad. I wasn't even sure if Rangiku was actually completely sober.

We were only passing the eightieth floor so I leaned back against the wall, closing my eyes for a few seconds.

"Oh!" Rangiku clapped her hands together and I peeked open an eye to look at her. "That's right! You got a new assistant! How is she?"

I groaned. "A pain in the ass midget."

She frowned. "Already, huh? Hasn't it only been a few days since she started? How can you already believe she's a pain?"

"Trust me, once you meet her you'll-" I blinked. "Actually, you two will probably get along."

"Really!" she gushed as I rolled my eyes. "That's just great! Wait..." she held up one manicured finger and glared at me. "Are you implying that I'm a pain in the ass!"

The elevator gave a soft ding, announcing my destined floor.

"Would you look at that! It's our floor!" I say with mock amazement. I run out and hear her shout out, "Kurosaki!" along with a string of curse words.

Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad after all.

Knocking on my boss's door, I heard him cough and mutter a "come in."

"You wanted to see me?" I asked the man sitting behind a desk.

"Ah, Ichigo, yes," he beckoned me forward.

I walked into the spacious office and gently close the door. Ukitake was sitting behind a large mahogany desk and riffling through some papers. I pulled out one of the red velvet chairs in front of his desk and sat down, trying to decipher his expression.

"What time did you get in?"

"Just now," I answered truthfully. He nodded and I clenched my fist. He was probably coming up with a nice way to let me go.

"Well, you're here now so that's all that matters," he smiles.

I was in shock. "So...I'm not fired?" I clarified.

"Goodness no!" he pushed back into his chair as if the very thought repelled him. "Honesty, you're a major part of this corporation."

"I see."

"Yes, well, you're probably wondering why I called you in so early." I only had time to give a curt nod before he continued. "Our corporation...isn't doing so well."

"I know."

"A different company is close to taking us out. So, I called most of you in to continue your work. It absolutely needs to be finished by the end of the day."

"I understand, sir. I'll get started right away," I stood up.

"Oh, Kurosaki!" I turned my head to look at him. "Why don't you call in your assistant? I'm sure all the help the better."

I couldn't help but cringe. That was the one thing I did not want I do. I know for a fact I had her stay later than usual last night, not knowing when she went home. And now I would be calling her in early! She was sure to bite my head off. I sighed, thanked him, and left.

Outside his quiet sanctuary of an office had me stumbling out into a totally different environment. The lobby was in chaos. People were shouting, phones were ringing, carts were rolling at dangerous speeds, and papers were flying.

I could feel the scowl on my face as I stiffly walked to the far right corner where my cubicle of an office sat. The adjoining cubby was where my assistant was stationed. Looking over, I wasn't surprised to find it empty. I was surprised, however, by the unnatural tidiness and cleanliness of her space.

Her waste basket by her desk was empty, her desk was cleared of any papers and a pen was laid off to the right. Her chair was pushed in and centered and a potted plant was full and ravishing in the sunlight that was pouring in from the window filled walls. Everything seemed white and clean.

I frowned, taking notice of my "office". All my furniture seemed dark, papers were splayed over the complete top of my desk, obstructing any view of what color the desk even was. My wastebasket was overflowing with crumpled up papers and my small plant that my sisters gave me in an attempt I spruce up the small 7X7 square, sat dead in the corner.

I glanced back over the top of the four foot dividers into my assistant's office and furrowed my eyebrows. Either she was really tidy or didn't work at all.

I sighed, setting my briefcase on the ground, and began gathering all the papers in a pile.

My cubby was far enough away from all the commotion unfolding a hundred feet away that the noise wasn't to distracting. If someone were to cough in the adjoining cubby, I would hear it.

Since my office cubby was stationed in the far right, I, along with the horizontal line of cubbies to my right, had about an extra foot of space behind us, which ends up hitting the main wall.

To say the building was made out of the usual four walls was a understatement. For one, the main walls weren't even walls. The walls were in fact, one window that stretched around the whole skyscraper. Unfortunately, my desk was positioned so my back was facing the window. Although, since I was the first person in my row, I also had the left wall to look out of. But the same wet for the person directly in front I me, and the person in front of them. In conclusion, it's just a square and in positioned at the bottom left of that square.

Pushing the papers aside, I plopped down in my chair and swiveled to face the window, not wanting to get to work just yet.

The weather outside was actually pretty shitty. The sun seemed to have mysteriously disappeared, replaced with black clouds and a strong wind that I could see blowing leaves and trees. It looked like it was about to storm at any moment. The view I had of the city wasn't too bad. From where I was at 1,380 feet up, the whole city was stretched out in front of me. But being on floor 115 didn't compare to the view on the very last floor, 200. Being 2,400 feet up was something else.

I turned back to my task at hand. I decided I would work steadily for an hour and then I would call in my assistant, Rukia Kuchiki.

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