A/N - Just to give everyone (all two of you at the moment) a heads up of how his story will travel.

The first four or so chapters will be back story on what has happened with the foursome over the ten years since high school. It will set the scene for the rest of the story. My continuing plan is to release a chapter once a week, but the first few will come quicker as they back fillers and ready to go.

I hope you enjoy.

Zay Babineaux was buried in paperwork.

Oh yeah this is soo what I wanted in life, he thought as he rocked back in his chair.

Ten years ago, he didn't think that his ability to smooth the waves with a smile and his words would see him enter the legal profession. Although he would readily admit, if it wasn't for the mentoring and guidance he received from his dear friend Riley's mum, Topanga; then he would not be where he was today. To his friends he would always be Zay, or Robin Hood; but his business card would announce him as Zay Babineaux, Attorney, Brooklyn District Attorney's Cyber Crimes Office. A grandiose title for sure, but he enjoyed what he did and he knew that he was making a difference, even if it was only verifying or researching one piece of evidence or cross checking an alibi or lead. You had to start somewhere and if you wanted to hit the private practices or become the District Attorney, then you started at the bottom and worked your tail off. The voice of Topanga Matthews echoing in his mind even now.

He was proud of his achievements, and his name was being touted for bigger things, coming out of Cyber Crimes and into the prosecutor's office, where he could really stretch his skills, both learnt and natural.

It was a little after one in the afternoon and his stomach was starting to remind him of the neglect it was enduring today. Before he could contemplate his midday meal his cell phone beeped then vibrated, alerting him to a call.

A quick look at the display picture of a crossed eyed wavy-haired blonde brought a smile to his face as he picked it up and swiped with his thumb.

"Aren't you meant to be saving lives Doctor?"

A small voice snorted at his welcoming statement.

"Aren't you meant to be drowning in a sea of paper, Councillor?"

Zay looked at his desk with a frown.

"I am blondie. I am. What's up?"

"Are you busy tonight? I need to talk about something."

Zay frowned even though he knew Maya couldn't see it. Maya was not one to have deep and meaningfuls at the best of times so, there must've been something toiling away at his old school friend.

"Yeah, sure. I was thinking of some basketball with some of the guys in the office after work but it's no big thing. What time?"

Zay and Maya decided on a meeting place for that evening before Maya finished the call, leaving Zay to continue to frown at his phone.

I need food, he thought. And I need to know what has Maya wound up.

Zay headed out the door of his office in search of sustenance. It was going to be a long afternoon.

"You pretty well know what has her wound up." His mind reminded him.

During his college years at New York University, Zay had met a woman who at first sight he knew would be the one he would be with for rest of his life. Charissa Jane was a vibrant, fiery woman of Welsh and Puerto-Rican heritage. She was quick fire, smart as a whip and Zay fell head over heels. They spent four magical years together before she tragically died in a vehicle crash; the victim of a tired driver on a winding road that led to her parent's farm in Logan, Ohio.

Zay knew that he would never meet a woman like Charissa. While he knew that one day, maybe he would date again, he knew deep down that it wouldn't be the same and in turn wouldn't be fair to his prospective mate. With those years wonderful years with someone who he considered his soulmate in reflection, he knew deep down what was going on with Maya and in what direction she needed to go. For too long had she denied herself, emotionally tormented and outright kidded herself that her heart was not with someone. The same someone who broke it unknowingly years before, and the same someone who he was pretty sure was aching the same way.

As Zay reflected while eating his club sub on the park benches of Columbus Park, a smile developing on his face.

Well, Riley and Lucas aren't here so it's up me.

Yes sir, he said as he rose from the bench.

It's up to me.