A/N: hi! It's been so long! I'm sorry kept everyone waiting this long but I'm back! I hope you're still interested lmao. Enjoy!

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10 August 2016

Meredith smoothed down her suit and then smiled. "Okay, you're ready for your first day of work."

Cristina smiled back.

"I kinda feel like I'm sending my kid off for her first day of school."

"That's weird."

"No, it's not." Meredith handed her briefcase to her. "Be nice. Don't insult anyone on your first day. They don't know you yet. They don't get your sense of humor. Give them time." She handed Cristina a flask filled with coffee. "Try to make friends. You're a lawyer. You need to have people on your side. People you can trust. People you can consult." She pulled Cristina into a hug. "Try not to slap anyone. Even if they deserve it."

Cristina smiled. "Funny." She held on tighter. "Will you be okay? You haven't really been alone since the diagnosis."

"I'll be okay." Meredith pulled back. "Derek's taking a half day so I won't be alone for that long."

Meredith reached behind her and pulled the door open. She turned Cristina around and shoved her through it. "Get out of here and go be a lawyer."

Cristina swung around again, a worried look in her eyes. "Mer..."

Meredith smiled. "You're going to do great. You're Cristina Yang. You've got this."

"Are you sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

Cristina took a deep breath and nodded. She turned again and made her way over to her car.

"I'm serious though!" Meredith called out after her. "Don't slap anyone!"

"I got it, Mer."

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Cristina swiveled in her new chair.

Her first day was off to a slow start.

She looked around, trying to get accustomed to her new surroundings.

Her office was spacious.

Dark woods and a leather couch made it feel warm yet professional.

Her office was secluded which meant that she wouldn't have to socialize all day long and that was a huge perk.

Her phone buzzed and she dug it out of her purse.

She smiled when she saw Owen's name.

"Good luck on your first day. Knock 'em dead!"

"Thanks but knocking people is what got me into this mess in the first place."

Owen smiled, surprised at how fast she replied. "Slow day?"

"No one seems to be committing crimes today." She complained.

"Give it time."

"How about you? No surgeries?"

"I had an open window and decided to find out how your day was going."

She smiled. "Well, aren't we the gentleman."

"We certainly are."

"Go save lives, Dr. Hunt."

"Yes, ma'am."

She smiled and set her phone down when it buzzed again.

"One more thing?"

"Yes?"

A moment passed and she thought she might've missed him.

"What are you wearing?"

She laughed. She could practically hear the low baritone of his voice and her skin flushed. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"I would, actually."

She contemplated. "Pick me up later and you might find out."

"Deal!"

"Key word 'might'. "

"Good enough for me."

"See you then."

"Enjoy your day, sweetheart."

She smiled again. How was it so easy for him to switch from sexy to sweet in a matter of seconds?

She didn't have much time to think about it because her new boss was suddenly walking into her office.

"Yang, a new case just came in. Double homicide. Perpetrator claims he's being framed. We need you on it."

She stood. "Yes, sir."

"Make me proud." He requested and then disappeared as fast as he appeared.

Cristina steadied herself against her desk, suddenly feeling the pressure. She picked up her phone and was about to call Meredith when she thought better of it. Instead, she tossed her phone into her bag and grabbed her briefcase and started making her way out of the office.

She had determination in her step.

She only had one shot to prove herself and she wasn't going to mess it up. Not again.

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She walked into the designated room where her new client was waiting for her.

It was all metal and barred windows and brick walls.

She stepped inside and the guard closed the door behind her.

She looked at her client.

He didn't look like a murderer but her job had taught her to never judge a person by their looks.

He glanced up at her. "Are you just going to stand there?"

"I'm trying to figure out if you did it."

"I didn't."

She walked over to the table he was handcuffed to and sat down. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I have an alibi."

"Which is?"

"I was staying over at my boyfriends. There's no way I could have done it."

"So, if I called your boyfriend right now, he'd confirm your story?"

He nodded. "Yes."

Cristina sat back and watched him for a moment before leaning in again. "If we're going to do this, if I'm going to save your ass from going to jail, you can't lie to me." She warned. "I need the truth. I need to know what I'm working with. I don't want to be surprised. I don't want to be caught off guard. You tell me the truth or you got to jail. It's up to you."

He looked into her eyes. "I didn't do it. I could never... I didn't do it." He repeated. "You have to believe me."

She was quiet for a moment and then she nodded. "I believe you."

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She hopped into his truck, throwing her purse in before her. "You need to get a lower vehicle."

"Maybe you need to just grow more."

"Are you really choosing your truck over me?"

"I am." He nodded.

She smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly.

"A few more of those and I might change my mind."

"We don't have time. I'm starving." She stated as she pulled on her seatbelt. "Get me some food and we'll see how the night goes."

Owen smiled. "Yes, ma'am."

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"Do you think he did it?"

She shook her head as she sipped her soda. "No." She paused. "Maybe. I don't know. He's hard to read. Usually I'm good at these things. Reading people. Knowing if they're innocent or not." She popped a few fries into her mouth.

"You're out of practice. You'll get there again." He assured her.

"Yeah." She looked at him. "How about you? How was work?"

"It's okay." He shrugged. "I had a pretty slow day."

"Are you moping because no one got impaled by poles or run over busses?"

"No." He shook his head and then thought about it. "Actually, yes."

She laughed. "I've always been intrigued by surgery."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She finished off her meal and pushed her tray aside.

"If you want, I could sneak you into the gallery sometime? No one would know."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yeah, of course."

"That would be awesome!"

"Just let me know which day and I'll get you some scrubs so that you can look the part."

"Okay." She smiled. "It's a date."

"Watching a bloody surgery is a date?"

"It sure is." She nodded.

Owen shook his head, an amused smile on his face. "God, I'm so into you."

"I would hope so."

He leaned over the table. "Come here."

She did as she was told and closed the distance between them by leaning over as well. "Yes?"

"You're beautiful."

"Stating the obvious."

A moment passed.

"Cristina?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to kiss you, now."

She swallowed. "Okay."

He slowly pressed his lips to hers, holding her face in place and his began to dance with her tongue.

He kissed her for several extraordinary minutes until he finally ran out of air and pulled away.

Cristina whimpered at the loss of contact.

He watched her open her eyes, her lids hooded. "You're good at that." She said softly.

"Stating the obvious."

She smiled at him for a moment and then suddenly stood up. She held out her hand. "Come on."

He looked up at her. "Where are we going?" He placed his hand in hers anyway.

"Back to your apartment. I have to show you what I'm wearing."

He smiled. "I can see what you're wearing."

"Well, you haven't seen everything."