Thanks everyone for getting back to me. Of course, you don't always have to comment on everything but it's just nice to know that people are still interested in these stories, makes posting them more fun :).

About this story: I've recently started watching the show 'Suits' on Netflix and really wanted to do a Law Firm AU. And this setting worked quite well for a request 'Trapped in an Elevator' I got from daniaanlyn on wattpad.

Elevator Revelations (AU)

Getting out now. Meeting ran over because *someone* just wouldn't find an end and shut up. See you in a bit xx

I press 'send' and throw the phone into my bag before I step into the elevator – and into my well-deserved weekend.

"Wait, please." The doors are just about to close when I hear that familiar annoying voice call out.

I sigh as I hold my hand between the doors to stop them from closing. I really couldn't wait to get away from him but I guess I will have to for 47 more floors before I will finally have two whole days off – and away from Jay Walker.

"Thanks." He flashes me a smile as he comes rushing into the small metal cabin and we are finally on our way down.

I shrug. "No problem." I just hope he won't try to actually talk to me.

I watch from the corner of my eyes as Jay gets a phone out of his pocket, takes a quick look at the screen and puts it away again. "Do you have..." He starts.

"No." I reply. "No reception in here at all."

Seriously? He has worked here for much longer than me – must be almost two years – and only finds that out now?

Jay must have noticed the confused look on my face for he adds: "I usually take the stairs, not too fond of confined spaces." He explains and, taking a closer look at him, I notice that my colleague looks rather uncomfortable. Aha, so Mr Perfect does have some flaws after all...

I force myself to give him a reassuring smile. "Well, it shouldn't be too long..." I say. "The lift is very fast."

But I must have jinxed it because just at this very moment, the elevator shakes a couple of times before it comes to a complete stop.

But while I just sigh in defeat, Jay lets out a very loud and very shrill yell. "Aaargh." He cries. "The lift is gonna crash. And we're gonna die..." He starts rambling and pacing around the very tiny space, running his hands through his neatly combed auburn hair. "I did want to get down fast but not that fast..."

Great. Looks like I'm stuck. And with a person who is freaking out about it – and who's probably blaming me for this as well.

"Jay." I firmly grab his arms and force him to stop. "Look at me." I say. "We are not gonna crash. You see, we are not moving at all. The lift is just stuck. It keeps happening all the time..."

He takes a few deep breaths and slowly starts to calm down.

"Thank you." He blushes. "I-I am sorry about that."

"Ah, no need to apologise." I wave it off. "It can be quite scary if you are not used to it. And it's actually nice to see you being... well... not perfect for once." I involuntarily add.

"Whaddayamean?" He asks perplexed.

"Uhm, sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud." I mumble, feeling my face heat up.

"But you did. Now, tell me. What makes you think that?"

I can probably hand in my letter of resignation on Monday if I get into trouble with Mr Borg's (and pretty much everyone else's) favourite pet, but I can't get out of this now.

"Well, you are the youngest Senior Associate in all of Ninjago. You always know the solution to every problem." And you like boasting about your brilliant ideas in every single detail. "All the Partners here fight over who gets you to work with them on their cases. And before you've joined Julien & Borg, you've graduated top of your class from Jamanakai College, the most prestigious law school in the country."

And the most expensive one.

"Wow, how do you know all that?"

"Knowing stuff is part of my job." I state coolly.

Jay laughs. "That's true." So, maybe he isn't too mad at me. And he's actually kinda cute when he's not all serious. Wait, what?!

"I also know that this can take a while to get fixed." I inform him, trying to distract myself from these thoughts. "We might as well sit down."

"Wait." Jay stops me as I am about to sit down on the floor.

He takes off his jacket and places it on the floor. "Here you go." He offers me.

"Thank you." I smile.

"You're welcome."

We sit down next to each other, not saying a word for a while.

I occasionally glance at my seat neighbour and see that Jay keeps nervously biting his lip.

Yes, as much as I try I cannot deny that he is very cute like this, with his slightly tousled hair, his freckled cheeks, and especially with his deep blue eyes. Even the little scar through his right eyebrow doesn't make him any less attractive.

Stop staring at him. I tell myself. Or at least talk to him so you'll have an excuse to look him in the eyes.

"Uhm... why did you take the lift?" I awkwardly start the conversation.

"Because I was in a hurry." He replies. "The meeting ran over."

"Well, it wouldn't have if you hadn't talked as much..."

"That's true." He agrees. "I do tend to talk a lot, it runs in my family."

"What do your parents do?" I want to know. "Are they lawyers as well? They must be very proud of you."

"They are." He smiles fondly. "But my parents are not lawyers, they are inventors and have a scrapyard in the Sea of Sands."

"What?" I gasp. Now that I didn't expect at all.

"It's true." He nods. "It was actually a great place to grow up as a kid, just a bit lonely because we lived so far away from everything. I even was homeschooled by my parents because there was no public school anywhere nearby."

His eyes lock with. "Nya, do you know why I went to Law School at Jamanakai?" He asks.

"Because... it's the best one?" I guess.

"No." He shakes his head. "Because it was the only ones who offered me a full scholarship. My parents simply couldn't afford to pay the tuition fees for any of the other colleges."

"Oh..."

"When I got there, it wasn't always easy being the poor junkyard boy, so simply wanted to prove to everyone that I truly deserved to have that scholarship and worked extra hard to get top grades. And then, when Mr Borg hired me, I wanted to show him that he's made the right choice. I am sorry if I come over as a show-off to you."

"And I am sorry for judging you before knowing more about you."

He gently nudges me. "And you can't really blame me for working hard." He says. "As far as I know, you were top of your class as well."

"You know that?"

"Of course I do." He smirks. "Knowing stuff is part of my job."

"And apparently, you are the only associate who's ever managed to get along with Mr Ronin."

"Yes, but he doesn't take me serious, he keeps calling me Sweetheart."

"From what I've heard, he thinks you are one of the most talented graduates he's ever hired. You just need to toughen up a bit and not take everything, that's why he keeps teasing you."

"You mean I should just tell a Senior Partner to stop hitting on me?"

"I do." He nods. "I believe that's exactly what he wants you to do. And you've just told me what you think of me, was it that difficult?"

"No, but I didn't mean to. But it has now made me start to change my mind about you."

"And I think it can help you change your mind about Mr Ronin as well."

"Okay, I'll think about it..." I agree.

"Deal." He beams at me.

"But then you've got to tell me who you've tried calling earlier."

"Bolobo's Flower Shop." Jay replies. "I've ordered a special bouquet from them and just wanted to check if it was ready." He looks at his watch. "Oh no. They are closed now." He exclaims.

"Your girlfriend is very lucky." I state with a hint – but only a tiny hint! – of jealousy. Jay is totally the kind of guy who brings flowers or other little gifts to a date. The last time I got flowers was for my High School Prom. To be honest, I've not been very lucky in relationships at all; my last date even turned up drunk and puked all over the table, which has put me a bit off dating altogether.

"Oh, I have no girlfriend." He quickly says. "It's my ma's birthday tomorrow. Her favourite flowers are thistles, which are not very common in bouquets, so I've had them specially ordered in."
"Awww, that's very sweet of you." I remark. "So, I take it you are going home for the weekend?"

"Yes, I tend to visit them on most weekends, it's nice to get out of the city. I am leaving early tomorrow morning, so I was hoping to collect my ma's present tonight." He explained. "What are you doing?"

"I am having dinner with some friends tonight. My best friend's dad is Master Chen, he owns the noodle house. They are probably all there already, waiting for me." I answer. "Maybe I should go home and see my parents tomorrow as well." To be honest, I haven't been home for a few weekends.

"What do your parents do?" Jay enquires.

"They are both blacksmiths." I tell him. "They have a shop, the Four Weapons, in Ignacia."

"I've heard of them." Jay looks impressed. "I think my parents have bought some scrap metal from them before. And I don't know much about fighting with weapons rather than with your word, but they are supposed to make the best swords and armours for Samurai in all of Ninjago."

"They've always told me that they've only become this good because they've got to do the work they love together with the person they love."

"That's funny." Jay chuckles. "My parents have given me the same advice..."

"Oh..."

We simultaneously blush and turn our faces away from each other. For a while, we keep sitting there in an embarrassed silence, until suddenly the lights flicker and the cabin drops about half a metre, shaking violently.

"Aaargh." Jay screams as he jumps up. "Wha-what's happening?" He shouts. "You-you've said we were not going to crash." He accusingly points the finger at me. "You've promised."

I get up as well and wrap my arms around his shaking frame. "Ssh, it's okay." I say soothingly, running my hands along his back. "I always does this before it starts moving again."

I feel him bury his face into my black hair as I lean against his chest. This feels nice...

We stand like this until the elevator finally starts to slowly descend and I can feel him relax. We then reluctantly let go of each other. Jay picks up his now creased grey jacket from the floor and puts it on while I take my handbag.

Soon, we have reached the ground floor and the lift come to a gentle stop. When the metal doors finally open, we both let out a sigh of relief as we exit our small prison cell.

We stay in front of the elevator, facing each other.

"So..." I say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "We've made it."

"Barely..." He mumbles. "Thank you again."

"Not at all." I smile. "I've actually enjoyed the company."

"Me too." He smiles back. "But I still prefer the stairs."

"I might give them a try as well..." Not sure I will though, walking up 47 floors is quite a workout. "I'll see you on Monday."

"Have a good weekend, Nya. Enjoy your dinner."

"Thanks you too. And Happy Birthday to your mum."

Together, we leave the tall office building through the glass doors before, following a very quick hug, we walk away in separate directions.

As I make my way to the bus stop, I check my phone. Seven messages and three missed calls from my best friend.

Stupid lift got stuck. On my way to the bus now. I reply to Skylor.

But luck really isn't on my side this evening for, of course, I have just missed my bus and the next one won't come for another 20 minutes.

While I am contemplating whether or not to spend some money on a cab, a familiar voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"You need a lift?" Jay, sitting on a blue motorcycle, grins at me.

"Jay." I exclaim in surprise. "I didn't know you have a motorbike."

"And here I thought knowing stuff is part of your job." He winks at me.

"I am only a first year, still learning." I retort. "Are you sure about that offer?"

He shrugs. "Well, the flower shop is closed and it's kinda my fault you're running late..."

"It's your fault the meeting ran over, but I really can't blame you for the lift..."

"Okay, if you prefer to wait for the next bus and let your friends wait even longer..."

"Wait." I call. "I-I'd love a ride." I climb onto the bike behind my new friend (and maybe – just maybe – a little crush). "But only if you're joining us for dinner."