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Regrets

Mia groaned as she awoke and attempted to sit up. Brushing her messy, uncombed hair out of her eyes as she put one foot out of the bed, she gave up and collapsed back down.

"Mia? Are you awake?"

She yawned loudly, as and indication that she was awake.

Diego pushed open the door to reveal he was carrying a tray stacked full of bowls, plates and glasses, full of food. "I made you breakfast, how are you feeling?" he said. He sounded serious.

"Uh…thank you but…I'm really not hungry." she replied.

He nodded, but gave her a searching look.

"You never answered my other question; How are you feeling?" he said, after Mia had said nothing and continued to stare ahead blankly.

"I'm…fine…" she muttered unconvincingly.

Mia could see out of the corner of her eye Diego was going to drop the subject as he began to arrange the plates and bowls out. Clearly it was breakfast for two.

"E-Excuse me, I need to go to the toilet." She said slinging her foot out of the side of the bed where Diego was not perched. She blushed as she saw that she had been sleeping in her flannel, teddy themed, pyjamas, which weren't an item of clothing she was desperate for anyone she worked with, to see her in. But he was kind and respectfully looked away. She suspected he probably was holding back a smirk though.

As soon as she reached the bathroom she shut the door behind her and locked it. She leaned over the sick and looked into the mirror. Urgh, I look a sight… she thought, as she looked at her smudged mascara underneath her eyes. She took a make-up remover pad and began to wipe away the back smudges, wishing that she could wipe away the entire incident, wipe away everything inside, all the pain from what had happened.

She suddenly found a fresh wave of tears in her eyes as she fell to the floor cradling her head in her arms crying below her sink, desperately hoping that Diego wouldn't hear. She felt as though she really needed some time alone to come to terms with everything that had happened in the last few days. This was something she wasn't sure would be easy with Diego fussing over her.

There was a knock on the bathroom door after a moment.

"Kitten, are you okay in there?" she could hear Diego call through.

Mia breathed out deeply. Some how, the sudden outburst of crying had helped. Not completely, but it had felt good to let out her emotions like that and not bottle them up inside the way she would sometimes do when something was bothering her.

"Yeah, I'm okay." she called back, not entirely truthfully and keeping her voice steady. After quickly finishing off her make-up removing job, she stepped outside of the bathroom to prove she was fine.

"Are you...sure?" he said putting his hands on her shoulders and peering down into her face sceptically.

"No, but I don't feel as bad as I did before." she answered more honestly but still avoiding his gaze and noticing how he still had his hands on her shoulders.

It was a weird realisation that hit her now; while it was true it hadn't been his first case, the whole event can't have been nice for him either. "What about you though?"

"What about me?" he asked looking genuinely puzzled by the question.

"What I mean is, well…Are you okay? That trial can't have been easy for you either."

Diego took his hands of her shoulders but continued to stare right into her eyes as he said "Yeah, don't worry about me Kitten. I'm completely fine; It's you I'm worried about."

"Well…don't be I'm fine. Yes I'm sad…but I'll get over it…right?" She said, clearly not just asking Diego this.

Diego paused and surveyed her for a moment before saying, "I'm sorry but it's not up to me how much this affects you…If it was I'd have you not care at all".

Mia felt her eyes well up "How could I not care? He died and it's my entire fault! If I'd known being a lawyer would be like this I'd never of become one!" she turned away from him and hurried off to her room shutting the door behind her.

She heard him follow her and stand outside as he began to tap on the closed door quietly "Mia … Mia ... " she could hear him repeat softly "It wasn't your fault." After getting no answer he continued "You pressed him for answers because that's your job. I would bet my life that if you'd known what he'd do you'd not have done that. . ."

"You're a good lawyer Mia. I saw that yesterday; you're no ordinary rookie." Mia heard Diego sigh, "I understand if you need some time alone but don't do anything rash, okay? The world needs more moral lawyers like you in it. The kind of Lawyers who defend someone because they're innocent…not for money…and they don't turn requests down because they're too difficult and they're scared of losing…Because..." Diego was silent only for a moment before he finally said:

"Well…I'm sorry, I should have taken the Terry Fawles case…" Mia winced at his name. "…And I shouldn't have been so scared of losing my win record and then been so smug when you took the case…What I'm trying to say is…well, I'm sorry because you wouldn't be here like this today if you hadn't taken it on. It's my fault…and I'm sorry."

He finally stopped talking; after all he'd said all the things he'd been thinking last night while poor Mia had been upstairs crying. That awful "what if . . ." feeling had been hanging over him for far too long. Thy hadn't he taken it? Because the new rookie at the office that he'd caught listening in on conversations had been so interested in it and he'd wanted to seem tough and experienced in front of her?

And why had he wanted her to think that anyway?