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It never failed to amaze Karen that Matt and Foggy could still be meeting new people in Hell's Kitchen. Maybe she had a skewed idea of them: hometown heroes, local boys done good, the newspaper clipping cliché they sometimes seemed to embody… Maybe that was a fantasy when your hometown is part of New York City.

She couldn't help but muse on this when she found herself alone in the office (because maybe seven thirty had been a little early to be in work but she couldn't bear to be in her apartment any longer) with a question itching at her.

Mostly nowadays her inner questions had a tone of panic. Yeah, Matt and Foggy knew about what she had done, and yeah, they had been disarmingly forgiving, but she knew they shouldn't have been. Most mornings she jolted awake from dreams of the jail cell where she almost died, faced with a choice between picking up a bottle or drowning her sorrows in paperwork.

Hence the seven-‘til-late office hours.

But this question had something old in it, the coarse grain feeling that she was onto something important and so following it up couldn't be wrong, and it started and ended with a name on an email.

Graham Lidson needed representation against charges of assault, which automatically put him in the “urgent definite maybe” pile. Foggy would pick it up as soon as he turned up at about half eight, then pitch his opinions on it to Matt when he stumbled in some time before nine fifteen, fresh from his latest one-night stand and still faintly dazed. The routine was familiar. So was the size of the pile, which contained most of whatever had come in overnight.

What stuck out and made Karen's hackles start to rise was the tone of the email. She had long since gotten used to the sincere wishes (begging) and borderline cringing hopes of those who needed the services of Nelson and Murdock. It probably helped that she was still one of them, still felt like begging or cringing on bad days.

Hell, she'd even become accustomed to the number of emails, letters, faxes and phone messages from people who couldn't come see them in person, even if she didn't always understand their reasons. But this one. Graham.

For a start, it didn't read like a plea for help. It was addressed directly and solely to Matt, despite being sent to kpage.nelsonmurdock@gmail.com (sue them, they were still kind of a startup and gmail works), and it had the tone of a reply to some long running message trail. Reading it had felt like snooping.

Maybe that was just because Lidson kept calling him ‘Matty’, though.

She had heard the door open and smiled at Foggy. “Morning already?”

“And with it, the work.” He swapped the physical trappings of the UDM pile for a steaming Starbucks cup and Karen pounced on it. She was a third of the way down the latte when his voice brought her back from Coffeeland.

“Any thoughts about the Athier case?” The graffiti artist/vandal had been painting flowers with realistic celebrity faces in the centre of them all over New York, and he was prolific enough that he'd gained attention from both the Internet and the police.

“It's ridiculous and I hope he does my building next?” She heard him sigh. They probably didn't have time for fun cases like that, not while people were being accused of murder and they were the only people who might care. Athier must be drowning in offers of representation.

But so the morning continued, and Foggy's nine o'clock appointment came and went (“What is it with older ladies that gives them such power against mornings?”) before Karen realised.

“Matt's a little late today?” A question. It wouldn't be the first time Matt had let Foggy know he was sick and relied on him as a living absence note.

“Uh, no, he said he was gonna work from home today.” Say whatever you want about their tiny firm, at least they could comfortably talk without getting up from their desks.

“Just on a whim?”

Foggy laughed aloud. “More like after several hours of convincing. I don't know what it is. Maybe he's allergic to something. Maybe he's just working himself into the ground. You know how often he works through the night.”

Karen did. Often Matt's email address was a main feature of her freaked-out early morning inventory. “So he won't be coming in tomorrow either?”

“Couldn't say for sure. He does have appointments tomorrow so he'll probably be harder to keep in the quarantine zone.”

Karen grimaced but had no time to form another question - something about whether Matt might be well enough to deal with weird emails - when the main door clicked open again.

“Good morning!” The stout, dark-haired man who had just entered the office flashed her a grin that would have been goofy on a face any younger. Her answering smile was maybe a bit brighter than usual.

“Good morning to you! How can we help you today?” Foggy didn't have any actual appointments until noon, but she knew better than anyone that there was plenty of paperwork that needed to be done. If it wasn't urgent, probably better to put him off until another day.

The man seemed to falter in the face of her customer service. “I, uh, I was wondering if Matt might be around?”

Huh. “I'm afraid Mr Murdock isn't in the office today. Is it a legal matter? Mr Nelson is available this afternoon, if that would…”

“No, it's not… I mean, it is a legal matter, but it's also… I was kind of also just hoping to speak to Matt.” Karen could almost hear how closely Foggy was listening in. “We know each other from way back, and I'd just… I'd just feel a lot better if I could talk to him about this.”

“Sir, would you like to take a seat?” Karen didn't know what was going on here, but the guy had gone from sparkling to stumbling in less than a minute. She didn't really have the time, but it felt like she needed to offer him a cup of coffee and a listening ear.

He took the seat across from her desk without hesitation. “Sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. Graham Lidson.” The smile was back like it had never left, and it made Karen feel something sinister pass over her, and he was offering her a hand to shake.

“Mr Lidson? I was just looking at your email.” She shook his hand and squirreled away the pang of vindictive joy that his falling face gave her. Yeah, this wasn't going to be a beautiful friendship.

“That went to you?” He looked genuinely alarmed, like he had sent her his browser history instead of a few overfamiliar nicknames and references so far out of Karen's scope of understanding that they seemed spoken in code.

“Karen Page.” She smiled and took her seat again.

Lidson groaned and put his face in his hands. “Kpage! I thought that was a technical term! Like a homepage?”

Karen laughed and waved his awkwardness away. “Don't worry, Mr Lidson, I only got the bare bones anyway.”

He peeked between his fingers and Karen kind of hated it. It was so obviously an attempt to push her buttons. His voice was muffled when he said “The bare bones?”

“You need representation on assault charges, you know Matt from the orphanage, and you're hoping to reignite your torrid affair with him. Just the basics.” If he was going to be cute, she was going to be sarcastic. Except…

Lidson had turned red and his mouth was hanging open a little. Oh. That was interesting.

Magical Franklin Nelson, with his occasional but excellent instinct for when she was in a conversational hole, came out into the reception area.

“Mr Lidson? Would you like to come into my office?” Apparently he was less inclined to decline the offer when it came from a guy whose name was above the door, even if it wasn't the one that he'd wanted. Lidson went without another word to Karen.

Karen shot Foggy an urgent email and hit send just after the door closed. It simply read: “Matt's ex??? Bad vibe from him”. Just in case Foggy had somehow missed it.

She sighed and set back upon her never-empty inbox.

Oh! Glad the meme's not dead and can't wait to see more of this!

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Meme's as busy as ever, we're up to post #10 and still going strong.

(OP)

Ahh, this is such a great fill! You've got a great Karen voice, so in-character! I really enjoyed seeing this from her POV. And the part where she told Graham about the email was my favorite, I totally felt that vindictive joy with her. xD

I'm really intrigued by Graham. It took me a bit of thinking to realize it, but he kind of reminds me of Foggy? Like, a similar sense of humor and self-deprecating charm? IDK if that's what you're going for, or if I'm just way off base. Anyway, him being kind of Foggy-like, but so unlike Foggy at the same time gives him a nice, extra layer of eeriness.

This is a great start, I'm so excited to see how this turns out. Thanks so much for filling my prompt!

OMG. I can't believe I almost missed seeing this fill!

I'm loving it so far :D :D :D

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