ONE:

Slouching farther down into her seat, Kayleigh Gavin watched as Jack McCoy eloquently finished his closing argument. It brought back thoughts of Johnny Cochran; ‘if the glove doesn’t fit you must acquit.’ As she watched, he verbally spoke like a sly snake.

Waiting a second after the gavel hit, Kayleigh moved after McCoy. She slid across the floor nearly falling on her back with the ballet slippers on the courthouse floor.

“Dancing wasn't your strong point was it?”

Swallowing, Kayleigh felt her cheeks reddening. “Actually I was won second place.” She returned. Her Irish accent caused McCoy to turn and face her. “Kayleigh Gavin.”

“My new assistant.”

“In a manor of speaking.” she returned before following him into the elevator. “Closing was nice.”

McCoy shrugged shifting the file to his other arm. “What would you choose?”

Kayleigh was silent as she chewed on her lip. “I feel like if you've got the gonads to do the crime you should have the gonads to take the beating.”

“Didn't answer the question.” McCoy returned. Glancing at her he saw the small diamond glint in the elevator light as she made an oh face. Claire never fancied jewelry like body piercing. The others, he wasn't sure what they believed anymore.

“I work for the city of New York,” Kayleigh returned, “That's all you're gonna get.”

He liked the answer teasing as it was. “Well, how about this one?”

Taking the file, Kayleigh swallowed as she flipped it open. Scanning the file, her blue eyes soon were hidden under her brow. “Sure this isn't a Darwin?” she asked after a moment.

Looking at her when the elevator dinged, McCoy looked over at her finally recognizing the fact she was wearing a pair of holey jeans and a black knitted shawl covering a tank top. “Comfortable attire...people may not take you serious.”

“Seeing that this is all I can find in boxes that were labeled clothes,” Kayleigh sighed. “Plus I don't start till tomorrow.”

And she was full of answers. McCoy liked that part of her. “So you came to check out the playing field?”

“More like my ally and enemies,” Kayleigh returned. “Can't I know who I'm going to be playing with?”

“You make it sound like we are playing in a sandbox.”

She snorted hearing McCoy's cell phone. Waiting for him to get off the phone, Kayleigh crossed her arms over her chest. “What now?”

“Murder.”