Dear Karen,

It stormed tonight. The thunder was deafening, and every clap made me grit my teeth with pain. The constant hammering of the rain against my mask didn't help my concentration either. It was like fighting in the middle of a percussion concert. It reminds me of when we left to visit Foggy after we had our talk at Fogwell's.

You called a taxi, and we rode there together. We settled into a comfortable silence. I always loved that about us. We didn't need to say anything really; it was just always there. And then, at that time, we were happy with that.

"You two nice couple huh? Go to precinct for strange date maybe?" Our taxi driver asked in broken English. He spoke Russian, I think. You looked at me; you were waiting to see how I'd react.

"We're going there on business. I'm a lawyer and we work together." I responded. I was so careful to not say, "we're not a couple." You smiled, and your heart skipped a beat. I loved getting that reaction from you. It was so small; you probably thought I couldn't tell. And I couldn't see it definitely. But I always knew. I loved it. It made me feel like I mattered to you.

We found Foggy inside; he looked tired but happy to see us. He led us down to the holding cell where Zebediah Kilgrave was waiting for us. How can I even describe this man? Few people have ever truly earned my hate. Fisk was one; how he could hurt people for his own twisted views, the people who killed my Father, whoever they are. And Kilgrave. He was blocked by a plastic wall, and had to communicate with us through a speaker, attached on his side by a phone. He practically overloaded my senses, even with the plastic wall between us. I told you later Karen, how I see, how it seems like the world is always on fire, how it is all reds, oranges and yellows. But Kilgrave…he was a putrid and disgusting purple. He was repulsive. His heartbeat was steady, and the smell coming from him, it was indescribable. It was like he created his own cologne or something, he reeked of it. And when he saw us, I heard him laugh, that sickening, hellish laugh was the first thing I heard from him. We should never have gone to see him.

After some introductions, Foggy explained that Kilgrave had called to hire us to be his defense in a case of sexual harassment and assault. He also promised he could pay handsomely. When I whispered to Foggy to ask how much he would pay, I was taken aback. I could buy the building I lived in with the amount her offered to put us on retainer with.

"Well, Dr. Kilgrave," I said, already suspicious. He was throwing too much money at us at the beginning for this to be right. That, and he started to look at you Karen. At first, he just seemed to observe Foggy and I as lawyers, but ever so steadily his gaze turned to you. It unnerved me. "We're going to need more facts before we can accept this case."

"Of course." He said, as he brought is attention back to me. He still looked at you through the corner of his eye though, whenever he got the chance. Like he was peeking at something he wanted but couldn't have at that moment. "It really is ridiculous. This woman claims that I harassed her and even raped her. Nothing could be further from the truth." I listened to his heart, hoping to catch him lying, but was disappointed. He seemed confident in his story, and his heart didn't betray him. It did beat somewhat erratically, but not bad enough to tell he was lying or not. Either he was a seasoned liar, or he was being deceptive. "We did have a few romantic encounters, and yes, some of them were sexual, but it was all consensual I assure you."

"Then why is the city prosecuting you?" I asked. Foggy let out a sigh, he knew that if I was being this obstinate already that I didn't want to take the case. Foggy is a good guy, but sometimes he likes to pretend that things that are too good to be true are true. I don't. "The DA's office wouldn't be calling for an indictment unless they felt sure in their ability to put you behind bars."

"What my partner means," Foggy tried to cover for my bluntness, "is why would they go through the trouble of arresting you if they believed you? Why don't they believe you?"

"I can't tell you really," Kilgrave tried to sound sympathetic, but there was something about him that didn't feel right. "I've been cursed with misfortune it seems. I am a very wealthy man, and I have made enemies to get where I am. I think this is just a ploy by some of those enemies to drag my name through the dirt. It's too bad too, I really did like Kayla. Not that she looked anything as radiant as you," and suddenly he was talking to you, staring at you, telling you you looked radiant. I felt the hands on my cane tighten into a vice. "Such a lovely lady. Do you work for Murdock and Nelson Ms.…?"

"Um, Page." You responded. You were uncomfortable. And I didn't like the way he was looking at you, or how his body temperature got a little warmer while he did so.

"Ms. Page. What a lovely, lovely name."

"Maybe we should get back to the matter at hand." Foggy said. I could tell by his voice that he was worried about Kilgrave now as well. "Do you intend to fight these charges or would you want us to try and broker a deal with the prosecution?"

"Oh, I intend to fight them. Prison does not suit me at all. I love my freedom, and all of the fascinating and lovely people I get to meet too." He looked at you again. If I could, I would have punched him through the plastic wall between us. "Tell me, will Ms. Page be with us at court? And will she wear a skirt that length there?"

"Excuse me?" You were both surprised and angry. You had every right to be. "Don't about me like I'm some Barbie doll you creep."

He laughed, and it chilled me. I wanted nothing more than to attack him, or hold you and tell you I'd protect you, or both. "I like you Ms. Page. You're so much more passionate than the other women in my life. They all just want to please me."

"We're done here." I said, I couldn't take another second of that man being near us. "We will not take your case Dr. Kilgrave, I do not feel you are being hones with us, and you seem unaffected at all by the actions you are being accused of. And personally," I took a step toward the plastic, "I hope you rot in prison."

"Well, your partner has a strange way of negotiating a price." Kilgrave turned to Foggy.

"I'm afraid I agree with him, Dr. Kilgrave. Best of luck finding an attorney, but we will not be representing you."

Kilgrave frowned. He obviously wasn't used to not having his way. "Is this an issue of money? I could always pay you more."

"No it's more an issue of you being a huge creepy and vaguely sexist jerk." Foggy said, making me smile before we all got up and left. As we turned our backs to him, he called out to us. He didn't yell, he just spoke in a confident voice.

"Well I am sorry you made that decision. But I'll manage with another attorney I believe. But I think I'll see all of you very soon, after I am acquitted. Especially you, my lovely Ms. Page." Before he could continue we were out into the lobby of the precinct. If I had only known Karen, what kind of monster we were sitting in front of, what he would to do us, to you, I would have stopped him then and there.

"That creep." You said, half angry and half unsettled.

"Are you ok?" I put a hand on your arm, and you rested you hand over it. And just like that, I felt warm again, after being chilled to the bone by Kilgrave.

"I'll be fine. I need a drink though." You said, with a halfhearted laugh.

"Josie's is still open…" I suggested. You smiled.

"That was the plan originally, so I guess that would work."

"Hey, yoo-hoo," Foggy whistled at us like we were puppies, "Rick and Ilsa, going to Josie's without little old me?"

"Of course not." You laughed, but you also sounded the least bit disappointed. I was glad I wasn't the only one that thought it would just be you and me.

"Awesome! Whelp we better get going that way. Hey, Karen, can you get a cab? I wanted to talk to Matt about cancelling a retainer that I had partially drawn up for Kilgrave."

"Yeah sure, be right back." You walked out the door of the lobby, and I knew Foggy was lying. He wanted to talk to me, but not about Kilgrave.

"Ok, Matt, seriously. I don't like beating the horse called 'Karen and Matt are totally one romantic comedy movie away from kissing' to death, but something has to be done about this, it's getting worse."

"What do you mean?" I feigned innocence, but I knew he was right.

"Matt, you two have been flirting with each other for the past five weeks constantly. That, I can forgive, but it's the fact that you two don't even know you're flirting with each other that ticks me off." He was trying to deflect the seriousness of the issue with humor.

"We've just gotten closer is all."

"Matt, she's blogging about you. Anonymously!"

"She's not, wait, how do you know if it's anonymous?"

"Matt," I could hear him sigh and could hear the faint scrape of his fingers massaging his temples. "Have you not heard of ?"

"No." I said deadpan.

"It's a sight were you can go to seek anonymous relationship advice, or just talk about how your relationship is going, or anything really. And I know it was Karen because of what she posted."

"Why, what did she post?" I heard a ruffle of fabric, and the familiar sounds of Foggy typing the password into his phone. "I'm gonna keep my voice down, since we both know you can hear me." I nodded before he just took off reading what you had written.

"Posted anonymously: I am a young woman working at a small law firm." He stopped to look at me.

"That could be anyone."

"My employer and I have become incredibly close lately, since we went through an ordeal together. It was terrifying, but through it all he was there for me, always fearless, and ready to fight for what was right."

Again, Foggy looked at me. "Sound familiar?"

"There are dozens of small law firms that face dire situations all the time." I tried to play it off. But I was starting to see similarities.

"He's strong, compassionate, intelligent, and when we're alone, I feel so safe, so comfortable. But, I don't want to hurt our current relationship as friends and our relationship at the office by pursuing a romance with him. He works with his best friend, who is also my friend and employer. Plus, he really deserves better than a wreck like me. But, the way he says my name, or the way he listens to me, like every word is the most important he's ever heard, it's getting harder and harder to deny there is something there. At first, I just thought it was because he was blind, and I wanted to take care of him and help him." Foggy paused to look at me. I kept silent, knowing there was no point in denying that this was you and that you were talking about me this way. "It just feels so natural being around him all the time. It's strange how we just seem to fit perfectly into each other's lives. Like it was meant to be."

"Ok, I get the picture."

"Really Matt? Because she goes on to was poetic for another paragraph."

"I'll deal with it."

"You sure," Foggy's voice went from annoyed to concerned. "Look, I do want you to deal with it, but I didn't mean to rush you."

"You didn't, I was going to have to sooner or later." I said. I didn't mean for it to come out as grim as it sounds.

"What are you going to do?" At that moment, Karen came back in. Her mood had improved; she was smiling brightly as she triumphantly told us that she had gotten a cab for us to take to Josie's. The rain had also snuck under her umbrella, hitting her hair, making the vanilla and jasmine leap out even more.

"Come on guys! We have decisions to make that we'll probably regret in the morning!" She yelled at us from the doorway.

"I have no idea. Also remind me to ask you later why you are on ." I said, and without waiting for Foggy's reply, I went to join you. We made the best of that night. But, I think that story is worth waiting for its own letter.

Goodnight Karen, Love,

Matt