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—Yeah, the unprotected evidence.— Jennifer adds, —You know it's quite a long process, I asked for the approval for the judicial order already.—

—I can't stand the whole legal process, I don't understand how we aren't able to just do it, specially in this case.— Grace said, moving a bit on her office chair, —I´ll have a talk with the lawyer—

—It's not gonna change anything, Grace, this is the way to get these documents— Jacques said.

—Yeah, but I will need him to cooperate, something he wasn't happy to do yesterday— Grace says as she gets out again.

—What bug bite her?— Jennifer said as she saw how quickly Grace went out, Jacques just shrugged.

Grace took the same path she had taken before to Murdock's buffet and arrived hastily, this time he himself received her, as he was opening the door to a client leaving.

—Agent, what can I do for you today?— He said, calmly.

—You know what counselor, we will have an order to possess your evidence— She said irritated.

—I suppose you already know only the non protected kind, the cases were the FBI has a say over the notes is very rare—

—Loose the attitude, I may not get everything I wish for but you will have to play nice—

—I play nicely within the law's bounds, and I will defend my right to believe the FBI doesn't need our evidence. My investigation was small and you will need new evidence. It's a waste of time—

—I don't want your advice Mr Murdock, the FBI has its legal team. I only came to notify you personally— Matt couldn't know what was happening in her life but he could perceive something had Grace very on edge, she was sweating more than normally, her breathing was accelerated and her heart was beating faster.

—Of course, sorry if I offended you, agent. If you want the files, fine, I don't want problems and you can still always consult me about anything, over a cup of coffee if you might.— Matt expressed softer.

—As long as you facilitate the process it'll be fine, I would prefer things to stay professional— she said calmer but still serious.

—Oh no, of course, I would never suggest the contrary…are you well agent?— Grace stood silent forming a frown on her forehead, not comprehending how the man could notice her anxious state, —It's just you sound agitated.—

—I am well, I simply cannot take too much time talking to you. Thanks for the concern, we will see at court. Have a good day, Murdock— Grace said and walked out rushed, leaving a trail of chaotic hormones smell that only Matt could perceive. Foggy got out of the room and walked to him.

—I heard the chat, you better not try to mess around with her—

Matt slightly chuckles, —I promise I'm not…something was wrong today, do you remember how she came yesterday?—

Foggy put his hands on his pockets and nodded, —Yeah, bossy, like she owned the place— he said with a scoff.

—That confidence wasn't there now, she was frightened but not of me, not of this case…—Matt said pensively, fidgeting with his cane.

—You will investigate?—

—Perhaps…—

—Be careful, we don't want more problems with the FBI, Matty— Foggy said patting his shoulder amicably and got back to his office.

Grace went back to the FBI quarters and tried to focus on the daily work they had, recently they had taken under witness protection a family, the father was a cop that had been accepting bribes to turn a blind eye to the activities of what looked like an emerging Italian mafia lead by two brothers. It was small but growing fast, they had already been buying plenty of cops, a lawyer and getting ammunition easily. Their only problem was that they were disputing territory with a local organized group that had more control over the city.

The man had agreed to give them information if they got their family safe, so every once in a while he would give them updates with a burner phone.

—Ethan, we hear you, you're on speaker—Jacques said as along with Jennifer, Grace and other agents sat around the table in an interrogation room.

—Things are tense, "The Cobras" robbed the Italians guns and drug shipment. The Italians called us and the lawyer to tell us all, ordered us to start searching for it around the city.

—Have they mentioned if someone is providing them, like Fisk?— Jacques continued.

—No, just local gun dealers it seems, they make the methamphetamine themselves. I still don't know where their factory is. With this…provocation of "The Cobras" they were mad, said they will give them a show. I don't think that means anything good.— the man said, nervous on the other end.

—No, probably not, don't question anything, just follow what they say and communicate when it's safe. Anything else?—

—One of the brothers broke the legs of the security guard that had to watch over the shipment, I'm scared to be the next one.—

—Don't be, we have your back, if you get to know what that show will be contact us—

—Okay, I'll do— the man said and cut the call.

—How is the family?— Grace said.

—All safe, we have some agents near them—someone else said.

—And the location?— Jennifer asked a woman who was sitting with a computer.

—It shows him in his house, all normal— she answered.

—What was the "legal" business of these men again?— Grace said.

—A gas station, a big one at that but it's more on the outskirts— another agent said, —That would be all for today regarding Ethan's case, I'll take care of the transcription of the call—

—Wait, does someone know what the DA or the chief of Rikers Island said?— Jacques said.

—Miranda's team went, they came back and said the DA basically told them a lot of legal bullshit, you know how it is, technically the process and the new evidence was legal and his lawyer found a legal loophole that made possible the appeal— That same agent said.

—Yeah and the chief of Rikers said it made a difference that Fisk had "an exemplary behavior" during his jail time that also contributed to it— the woman with the computer said.

Grace shake her head slightly, —Of course they would say that…—

—For now there's not much more to do than to keep revising over the evidence we already have and expect him to show his face and screw it all again— the other male agent said.

—That's it? really?, Nicholas?— Jennifer said disappointed.

—It's not ideal but we have a much more real threat now to deal with, the Italians. Besides I'm not the one that can decide those matters— Nicholas said.

—We all should push to do more— Grace told him indignant.

—We can't get over it, we are going to end up getting dirty, we are trying to keep the little reputation we have left— he said bitterly.

—We should care more about how we look at our job than doing our job, Nicholas?—

—I think we all should go back to our duties— The woman with the computer said firmly without looking at them. The others got up their seats and cleared the room quickly under the tense climate, Nicholas went off too calmly.

—Can't stand him— Grace muttered to Jacques and Jennifer as they themselves got out.

—Yeah, news flash, we all already know you can't stand each other— Jacques scoffed.

—You have to stop competing with him— Jennifer told her exasperated.

—I'm not, he always gets in my way, always has something to say like he is my boss,— Grace chuckled dissatisfied— He might even get there.

—There's always this jackasses that acts like they are too good to be around "regular" people like us, he turns down the birthday celebrations, the happy hour and buying lunch for the team. He's just another stuck up— Jacques rambled.

—Yes Grace, I promise you he doesn't even thinks about you, he has never been nice with anyone—

—I don't even need him to be nice, just for him to let me do my job.— Grace let out a sigh, moving on from thinking about Nicholas and continuing about her day. Today she had re-scheduled her Muay Thai class, she practiced as much as she could with her workload and had started learning since she was a teen.

Her aunt hadn't known how much of a good idea it was but his uncle had encouraged and convinced her, "let the kid feel strong", he had said final and after it Vivian didn't question it. Especially with how good she performed at championships and her professor had her back like she was almost family.

Quickly coach Sloan had joined Seth's cookouts after the championships, sitting in the backyard with Vivian while Grace put the table. Without meaning that she wouldn't keep pushing Grace to give her maximum.

Grace quickly changed her clothes in the academy bathroom and then bowed to her opponent before the training started, a girl younger than her.

The girl started by throwing straight punches to Grace's face but she defended herself , blocking most of them and giving the girl high kicks to her abdomen. Grace grabbed her with her forearms and closed on her cornering her while taking the punches, the girl tried to strike her with a low kick but Grace was quick to step into the strike slightly to absorb impact, catch the leg, secure it with her arm, and use her opposite hand to push their posture and sweep their standing leg.

The match continued to favor Grace as the girl couldn't answer as well to Grace counter-attacks and after 5 rounds Sloan declared the match finished.

—There wasn't any need for you to hit her so harshly, Grace— Sloan said composed.

—She should learn to not be so stiff and not drop her guard so fast if she wants to have a chance— Grace said calculatingly.

—I can notice it already, but you're much more skilled— Sloan said with patience.

—Then why do you give me a rookie? Teach her yourself. For me I would tell her to try tennis for the best— Grace said cunning, winning herself a disapproving look from Sloan.

—I accept all kinds of students, and she has time to grow. This isn't a competition, it's an instance of mutual learning. Measure your strength Grace—

—Just don't pair her with me, it's for the best— Grace said, grabbing her bag from the floor— Bye Sloan.

Sloan gave a little nod and her eyes followed Grace as she left. Her mind couldn't avoid going back in time to a moment when Grace was just 18. She was in the finals against a very cheeky girl who insulted her under her teeth during every break. It had tensioned Grace and distracted her a bit but she had kept a straight face and pure discipline on the match. She won in the end but still clenched her jaw tightly and asked for a moment to go to the bathroom.

The family and other classmates stayed busy chatting between themselves so after a moment Sloan went for Grace, the bathrooms were far. A thud on the floor and a painful scream got to her before she was even reaching the bathrooms. She rushed and then looked down the stairs of the exit, next to the bathroom, Grace's opponent lay by the floor in pain.

—She bumped on the door when I opened it, Miss— Grace said to her. And Sloan knew Grace was numb to accidents but the look she had on was a completely different thing.

—Go, call the doctor's— She told her and then went downstairs to be with the girl on the floor who whined in pain. Later on she was told the girl couldn't compete anymore because of her injuries.

At the time, she chose to believe it. It could have been an accident, even if deep down she felt it wasn't. Nothing like it happened again and Grace carried on as normal.

She went straight to her apartment after it, she opened the door and quickly shut it down behind her. Poindexter was sitting on her couch watching something on her TV.

—I never told you you could be on this side of my home— she said leaving the keys on the counter top.

—What was I supposed to do until you came back?— he said simply, he was wearing casual clothes and looked almost like just any other regular person on the street.

—Nothing, this isn't a playground. It's already enough you are here— she said, crossing her arms and scanning around him.

—I haven't searched for my knives, if that's what you're thinking. I will wait you give them back—

—That will happen when you have an actual plan, Poindexter—

—I have somethin' to start with— he said and turned on the TV and got up from the couch to stand in front of her, with the kitchen counter separating them, —I want to start by paying a little visit to Vanessa—

—Vanessa Fisk, where?—

—In her art gallery, but I can't show up. She knows me well already, you need to go and talk with her— he said propping his hands on the kitchen counter.

—What do you want me to say and what do you want to get out of it?— she said skeptically.

—First, how far is Fisk, where she lives now and also what is Vanessa doing? Because I doubt a woman like her will just sit and wait—

—What kind of woman is she?—

—Cold, manipulative…Fisk at least got his hands dirty a few times, she just orders others to do it for her—

—She ordered you to kill the people of the Bulletin?—

—No, that was Fisk—

—Then what did she ordered you?—

—…I'll save that for myself, — he said giving a fake sympathetic smile —just pretend you admire Fisk or something to get her to talk, we'll go walking and I want my knives back—

Grace sighed and went to her room, a few seconds after she shoved the towel with the knives to his chest and he quietly went to the attic to change into his suit. Grace changed into some black clothes and after it she started following Poindexter to the art gallery. Once they got close to the art gallery, Poindexter climbed to a building roof in front of it to see how it went. Grace went ahead and got inside.

—Hello, is there something I can help you with?— Vanessa said, approaching her with a charming yet professional smile on her face.

Grace smiled back, —I was looking at all the pieces, they are beautiful—

—Anything that catches your attention in particular? for what space would it be?— Vanessa said.

—A friend actually told me to look for her living room, I think she would like this red one…sorry, your face looks familiar to me, have I seen you before?— Grace said casually, keeping the friendly tone.

Vanessa slightly chuckled —It's possible, I've been at plenty exhibition openings—

—Oh no, no, from somewhere else. Aren't you Wilson Fisk's wife?—

—Yes I am, are you an advocate for him?—

—That man is… inspiring, he really loves New York. If you don't mind me asking, what will he do now that he is free?—

—I don't know, I mean we don't know. He has decided to get some time for himself until he knows what he wishes to do now—

—I'm really sorry, I hope I didn't get too personal. I hope he comes back soon, would do good around here—

—You don't need to worry, we are public figures after all, and he would be flattered with the compliments. Do you need more time to decide?—

—Yes, It can be—

—Why would your friend like this painting? if this doesn't convince you completely maybe I can recommend you another one.—

—It's a beautiful mix of red and orange—

—That's all? what emotions does it provoke in you?—

—It feels familiar, comfortable almost. The…traces of the brush seem violent but…It created something beautiful, to be appreciated…But I think my friend should come herself—

—Yeah, maybe she should. If I were her I would take your recommendation— Vanessa said, analyzing her subtly. —We are about to close now, tell her to come earlier—

—Of course, thank you for your time— Grace said and got out, walked trough and alley and got on top of the roof with Poindexter.

—She seemed nostalgic while you two talked, so he really is far— He said.

They saw Vanessa close the gallery and then 4 men, who looked like security, waited for a car. While they were waiting for it, Poindexter signaled Grace to get off the roof and then he robbed a motorcycle. When Vanessa's car arrived, him and Grace got on the motorcycle and Poindexter followed the car.

They left the crowded part of Hell's Kitchen and got to an imposing yet delicate white house in the middle of a private land, two men in front of her and two men behind her. Once they got in Poindexter left the motorcycle hidden near the entrance and got up the roof with Grace.

—Can you keep up with me?— he said, looking into a part of the roof and removing it with one of his knives.

—What are you doing?— she said as she put on a balaclava and zipped her jacket.

—Entering— he said final.

—Are you crazy? she will notice and know it's you—

—I know, I want her to. Let's see how much more Fisk can stay away from her— He gave Grace his gun with a silencer, then pulled apart the piece of roof and grabbed himself from an ostentatious chandelier, getting down to the floor without making noise, Grace followed him, making a bit of noise when she landed. Vanessa wasn't on the main room but had security all over the house, a guard was about to approach them when Poindexter threw a knife across the room that went through the man's throat.

Grace grabbed the body before it fell on the floor and left it against the wall and followed Poindexter as he went ahead searching for Vanessa. He took some other men, pulling the knives from the bodies after they got closer to a master bedroom where Vanessa's voice could be heard.

—How are the documents for the port acquisition going?— She said while taking her earrings off.

—Perfectly well Ms Fisk, the lawyer revised them before sending them, there's more paperwork ahead but nothing should stop the process—

— Good, any message from Wilson?—

—No Ms, I'm sorry. But we know he is safe and that he has sent a new man to take special measures of your security— the man said with a reassuring tone.

—Do I know this man?—

—No miss, but Mr Fisk previously knew him, it was a recommendation from Mr Wesley. Anything else I can do for you?—

—Yes, make sure to update me about the situation of the five families. You're dismissed—

Dex hid him and Grace behind another wall and waited for the man to step away, another guard coming downstairs with a radio spoke out loud.

—Ms Fisk, we are under attack!— the man getting to the floor said and Dex quickly threw a knife to him, Vanessa had her doors closed by another man inside and multiple other guards started coming downstairs.

—Cover my back, we're getting out of here— Dex told Grace as they took cover behind a big table in the middle of the room, Grace took the safety off the gun and turned her back to him.

Dex waited and when the guards had to stop to reload their guns, he rolled on the floor and made them drop them with a throw of his knives. The guards they had in front took cover and unexpectedly others came out from the hallway, Grace shot them but needed to move as the wooden table was already starting to break. Dex had already moved to the staircases, taking the last guards there and going up without looking back at Grace.

Grace had to grab the table and use it as a poor shield to follow him while shooting at least the men she had closer, getting grazed by some bullets. Once they got to the second floor her bullets were out so she went full body to body as she put a foot on the floor. Dex finished cleaning the area and turned to kill the last men Grace was fighting, he looked to Vanessa's door.

—We will see again, Vanessa— he shouted loud enough for her and then signaled Grace to follow him to an exit door. They almost jumped the long staircase and ran to the motorcycle as more security was getting out to the house but they were quick enough to run off on it before they got too close.

Dex left the motorcycle in an alley and he and Grace walked to her apartment, it was late and no one was around to see them. As soon as they entered and she closed the door, Grace gave Dex a direct jab to his face.

—That was a fucking mess and you left me to my luck!— she said almost biting the words, not screaming to not wake up anyone. Dex grabbed the right side of his face and slightly chuckled.

—First times are rarely perfect, agent, but I will take the criticism— he said sarcastically, Grace scoffed and grabbed her left shoulder, which was bleeding a little bit. She walked to the bathroom and took out her first aid kit without looking at him.

—Everything's funny for you? hm? I'll tell you what, if you pretend that I will follow you blindly you're very wrong. I won't go through such a shit show again, I will kick your ass off, I don't care how much you threaten me— she pulled down the sleeve, uncovering her bloody shoulder and starting to put alcohol on it with a piece of cotton.

—No…I'm just not…used to go in pairs, I got caught up in myself…On the bright side, we know a little of what she's up to— he said like a bit regretful.

—Yeah, let's see if next time we can be more discreet— she said, still furious.

—You're right, I'm sorry. But I want Vanessa to know I'm close, to feel that fear—

—That's done, let's see now how fast Fisk comes to her aid or who the hell he sends. But more importantly, why would Vanessa want to buy the port? I thought it was municipal or something— she checked the cotton and kept applying pressure.

—I wish I knew but I don't— he said and started to check himself for injuries but he hadn’t.

—We have time to figure it out, now I just want to sleep— Grace muttered.

Dex nodded, —I will go up now then…hope that heals fast— he said, opened the attic and got in it. Grace sighed and went to her bedroom.

—Yeah, the unprotected evidence.— Jennifer adds, —You know it's quite a long process, I asked for the approval for the judicial order already.—

—I can't stand the whole legal process, I don't understand how we aren't able to just do it, specially in this case.— Grace said, moving a bit on her office chair, —I´ll have a talk with the lawyer—

—It's not gonna change anything, Grace, this is the way to get these documents— Jacques said.

—Yeah, but I will need him to cooperate, something he wasn't happy to do yesterday— Grace says as she gets out again.

—What bug bite her?— Jennifer said as she saw how quickly Grace went out, Jacques just shrugged.

Grace took the same path she had taken before to Murdock's buffet and arrived hastily, this time he himself received her, as he was opening the door to a client leaving.

—Agent, what can I do for you today?— He said, calmly.

—You know what counselor, we will have an order to possess your evidence— She said irritated.

—I suppose you already know only the non protected kind, the cases were the FBI has a say over the notes is very rare—

—Loose the attitude, I may not get everything I wish for but you will have to play nice—

—I play nicely within the law's bounds, and I will defend my right to believe the FBI doesn't need our evidence. My investigation was small and you will need new evidence. It's a waste of time—

—I don't want your advice Mr Murdock, the FBI has its legal team. I only came to notify you personally— Matt couldn't know what was happening in her life but he could perceive something had Grace very on edge, she was sweating more than normally, her breathing was accelerated and her heart was beating faster.

—Of course, sorry if I offended you, agent. If you want the files, fine, I don't want problems and you can still always consult me about anything, over a cup of coffee if you might.— Matt expressed softer.

—As long as you facilitate the process it'll be fine, I would prefer things to stay professional— she said calmer but still serious.

—Oh no, of course, I would never suggest the contrary…are you well agent?— Grace stood silent forming a frown on her forehead, not comprehending how the man could notice her anxious state, —It's just you sound agitated.—

—I am well, I simply cannot take too much time talking to you. Thanks for the concern, we will see at court. Have a good day, Murdock— Grace said and walked out rushed, leaving a trail of chaotic hormones smell that only Matt could perceive. Foggy got out of the room and walked to him.

—I heard the chat, you better not try to mess around with her—

Matt slightly chuckles, —I promise I'm not…something was wrong today, do you remember how she came yesterday?—

Foggy put his hands on his pockets and nodded, —Yeah, bossy, like she owned the place— he said with a scoff.

—That confidence wasn't there now, she was frightened but not of me, not of this case…—Matt said pensively, fidgeting with his cane.

—You will investigate?—

—Perhaps…—

—Be careful, we don't want more problems with the FBI, Matty— Foggy said patting his shoulder amicably and got back to his office.

Grace went back to the FBI quarters and tried to focus on the daily work they had, recently they had taken under witness protection a family, the father was a cop that had been accepting bribes to turn a blind eye to the activities of what looked like an emerging Italian mafia lead by two brothers. It was small but growing fast, they had already been buying plenty of cops, a lawyer and getting ammunition easily. Their only problem was that they were disputing territory with a local organized group that had more control over the city.

The man had agreed to give them information if they got their family safe, so every once in a while he would give them updates with a burner phone.

—Ethan, we hear you, you're on speaker—Jacques said as along with Jennifer, Grace and other agents sat around the table in an interrogation room.

—Things are tense, "The Cobras" robbed the Italians guns and drug shipment. The Italians called us and the lawyer to tell us all, ordered us to start searching for it around the city.

—Have they mentioned if someone is providing them, like Fisk?— Jacques continued.

—No, just local gun dealers it seems, they make the methamphetamine themselves. I still don't know where their factory is. With this…provocation of "The Cobras" they were mad, said they will give them a show. I don't think that means anything good.— the man said, nervous on the other end.

—No, probably not, don't question anything, just follow what they say and communicate when it's safe. Anything else?—

—One of the brothers broke the legs of the security guard that had to watch over the shipment, I'm scared to be the next one.—

—Don't be, we have your back, if you get to know what that show will be contact us—

—Okay, I'll do— the man said and cut the call.

—How is the family?— Grace said.

—All safe, we have some agents near them—someone else said.

—And the location?— Jennifer asked a woman who was sitting with a computer.

—It shows him in his house, all normal— she answered.

—What was the "legal" business of these men again?— Grace said.

—A gas station, a big one at that but it's more on the outskirts— another agent said, —That would be all for today regarding Ethan's case, I'll take care of the transcription of the call—

—Wait, does someone know what the DA or the chief of Rikers Island said?— Jacques said.

—Miranda's team went, they came back and said the DA basically told them a lot of legal bullshit, you know how it is, technically the process and the new evidence was legal and his lawyer found a legal loophole that made possible the appeal— That same agent said.

—Yeah and the chief of Rikers said it made a difference that Fisk had "an exemplary behavior" during his jail time that also contributed to it— the woman with the computer said.

Grace shake her head slightly, —Of course they would say that…—

—For now there's not much more to do than to keep revising over the evidence we already have and expect him to show his face and screw it all again— the other male agent said.

—That's it? really?, Nicholas?— Jennifer said disappointed.

—It's not ideal but we have a much more real threat now to deal with, the Italians. Besides I'm not the one that can decide those matters— Nicholas said.

—We all should push to do more— Grace told him indignant.

—We can't get over it, we are going to end up getting dirty, we are trying to keep the little reputation we have left— he said bitterly.

—We should care more about how we look at our job than doing our job, Nicholas?—

—I think we all should go back to our duties— The woman with the computer said firmly without looking at them. The others got up their seats and cleared the room quickly under the tense climate, Nicholas went off too calmly.

—Can't stand him— Grace muttered to Jacques and Jennifer as they themselves got out.

—Yeah, news flash, we all already know you can't stand each other— Jacques scoffed.

—You have to stop competing with him— Jennifer told her exasperated.

—I'm not, he always gets in my way, always has something to say like he is my boss,— Grace chuckled dissatisfied— He might even get there.

—There's always this jackasses that acts like they are too good to be around "regular" people like us, he turns down the birthday celebrations, the happy hour and buying lunch for the team. He's just another stuck up— Jacques rambled.

—Yes Grace, I promise you he doesn't even thinks about you, he has never been nice with anyone—

—I don't even need him to be nice, just for him to let me do my job.— Grace let out a sigh, moving on from thinking about Nicholas and continuing about her day. Today she had re-scheduled her Muay Thai class, she practiced as much as she could with her workload and had started learning since she was a teen.

Her aunt hadn't known how much of a good idea it was but his uncle had encouraged and convinced her, "let the kid feel strong", he had said final and after it Vivian didn't question it. Especially with how good she performed at championships and her professor had her back like she was almost family.

Quickly coach Sloan had joined Seth's cookouts after the championships, sitting in the backyard with Vivian while Grace put the table. Without meaning that she wouldn't keep pushing Grace to give her maximum.

Grace quickly changed her clothes in the academy bathroom and then bowed to her opponent before the training started, a girl younger than her.

The girl started by throwing straight punches to Grace's face but she defended herself , blocking most of them and giving the girl high kicks to her abdomen. Grace grabbed her with her forearms and closed on her cornering her while taking the punches, the girl tried to strike her with a low kick but Grace was quick to step into the strike slightly to absorb impact, catch the leg, secure it with her arm, and use her opposite hand to push their posture and sweep their standing leg.

The match continued to favor Grace as the girl couldn't answer as well to Grace counter-attacks and after 5 rounds Sloan declared the match finished.

—There wasn't any need for you to hit her so harshly, Grace— Sloan said composed.

—She should learn to not be so stiff and not drop her guard so fast if she wants to have a chance— Grace said calculatingly.

—I can notice it already, but you're much more skilled— Sloan said with patience.

—Then why do you give me a rookie? Teach her yourself. For me I would tell her to try tennis for the best— Grace said cunning, winning herself a disapproving look from Sloan.

—I accept all kinds of students, and she has time to grow. This isn't a competition, it's an instance of mutual learning. Measure your strength Grace—

—Just don't pair her with me, it's for the best— Grace said, grabbing her bag from the floor— Bye Sloan.

Sloan gave a little nod and her eyes followed Grace as she left. Her mind couldn't avoid going back in time to a moment when Grace was just 18. She was in the finals against a very cheeky girl who insulted her under her teeth during every break. It had tensioned Grace and distracted her a bit but she had kept a straight face and pure discipline on the match. She won in the end but still clenched her jaw tightly and asked for a moment to go to the bathroom.

The family and other classmates stayed busy chatting between themselves so after a moment Sloan went for Grace, the bathrooms were far. A thud on the floor and a painful scream got to her before she was even reaching the bathrooms. She rushed and then looked down the stairs of the exit, next to the bathroom, Grace's opponent lay by the floor in pain.

—She bumped on the door when I opened it, Miss— Grace said to her. And Sloan knew Grace was numb to accidents but the look she had on was a completely different thing.

—Go, call the doctor's— She told her and then went downstairs to be with the girl on the floor who whined in pain. Later on she was told the girl couldn't compete anymore because of her injuries.

At the time, she chose to believe it. It could have been an accident, even if deep down she felt it wasn't. Nothing like it happened again and Grace carried on as normal.

She went straight to her apartment after it, she opened the door and quickly shut it down behind her. Poindexter was sitting on her couch watching something on her TV.

—I never told you you could be on this side of my home— she said leaving the keys on the counter top.

—What was I supposed to do until you came back?— he said simply, he was wearing casual clothes and looked almost like just any other regular person on the street.

—Nothing, this isn't a playground. It's already enough you are here— she said, crossing her arms and scanning around him.

—I haven't searched for my knives, if that's what you're thinking. I will wait you give them back—

—That will happen when you have an actual plan, Poindexter—

—I have somethin' to start with— he said and turned on the TV and got up from the couch to stand in front of her, with the kitchen counter separating them, —I want to start by paying a little visit to Vanessa—

—Vanessa Fisk, where?—

—In her art gallery, but I can't show up. She knows me well already, you need to go and talk with her— he said propping his hands on the kitchen counter.

—What do you want me to say and what do you want to get out of it?— she said skeptically.

—First, how far is Fisk, where she lives now and also what is Vanessa doing? Because I doubt a woman like her will just sit and wait—

—What kind of woman is she?—

—Cold, manipulative…Fisk at least got his hands dirty a few times, she just orders others to do it for her—

—She ordered you to kill the people of the Bulletin?—

—No, that was Fisk—

—Then what did she ordered you?—

—…I'll save that for myself, — he said giving a fake sympathetic smile —just pretend you admire Fisk or something to get her to talk, we'll go walking and I want my knives back—

Grace sighed and went to her room, a few seconds after she shoved the towel with the knives to his chest and he quietly went to the attic to change into his suit. Grace changed into some black clothes and after it she started following Poindexter to the art gallery. Once they got close to the art gallery, Poindexter climbed to a building roof in front of it to see how it went. Grace went ahead and got inside.

—Hello, is there something I can help you with?— Vanessa said, approaching her with a charming yet professional smile on her face.

Grace smiled back, —I was looking at all the pieces, they are beautiful—

—Anything that catches your attention in particular? for what space would it be?— Vanessa said.

—A friend actually told me to look for her living room, I think she would like this red one…sorry, your face looks familiar to me, have I seen you before?— Grace said casually, keeping the friendly tone.

Vanessa slightly chuckled —It's possible, I've been at plenty exhibition openings—

—Oh no, no, from somewhere else. Aren't you Wilson Fisk's wife?—

—Yes I am, are you an advocate for him?—

—That man is… inspiring, he really loves New York. If you don't mind me asking, what will he do now that he is free?—

—I don't know, I mean we don't know. He has decided to get some time for himself until he knows what he wishes to do now—

—I'm really sorry, I hope I didn't get too personal. I hope he comes back soon, would do good around here—

—You don't need to worry, we are public figures after all, and he would be flattered with the compliments. Do you need more time to decide?—

—Yes, It can be—

—Why would your friend like this painting? if this doesn't convince you completely maybe I can recommend you another one.—

—It's a beautiful mix of red and orange—

—That's all? what emotions does it provoke in you?—

—It feels familiar, comfortable almost. The…traces of the brush seem violent but…It created something beautiful, to be appreciated…But I think my friend should come herself—

—Yeah, maybe she should. If I were her I would take your recommendation— Vanessa said, analyzing her subtly. —We are about to close now, tell her to come earlier—

—Of course, thank you for your time— Grace said and got out, walked trough and alley and got on top of the roof with Poindexter.

—She seemed nostalgic while you two talked, so he really is far— He said.

They saw Vanessa close the gallery and then 4 men, who looked like security, waited for a car. While they were waiting for it, Poindexter signaled Grace to get off the roof and then he robbed a motorcycle. When Vanessa's car arrived, him and Grace got on the motorcycle and Poindexter followed the car.

They left the crowded part of Hell's Kitchen and got to an imposing yet delicate white house in the middle of a private land, two men in front of her and two men behind her. Once they got in Poindexter left the motorcycle hidden near the entrance and got up the roof with Grace.

—Can you keep up with me?— he said, looking into a part of the roof and removing it with one of his knives.

—What are you doing?— she said as she put on a balaclava and zipped her jacket.

—Entering— he said final.

—Are you crazy? she will notice and know it's you—

—I know, I want her to. Let's see how much more Fisk can stay away from her— He gave Grace his gun with a silencer, then pulled apart the piece of roof and grabbed himself from an ostentatious chandelier, getting down to the floor without making noise, Grace followed him, making a bit of noise when she landed. Vanessa wasn't on the main room but had security all over the house, a guard was about to approach them when Poindexter threw a knife across the room that went through the man's throat.

Grace grabbed the body before it fell on the floor and left it against the wall and followed Poindexter as he went ahead searching for Vanessa. He took some other men, pulling the knives from the bodies after they got closer to a master bedroom where Vanessa's voice could be heard.

—How are the documents for the port acquisition going?— She said while taking her earrings off.

—Perfectly well Ms Fisk, the lawyer revised them before sending them, there's more paperwork ahead but nothing should stop the process—

— Good, any message from Wilson?—

—No Ms, I'm sorry. But we know he is safe and that he has sent a new man to take special measures of your security— the man said with a reassuring tone.

—Do I know this man?—

—No miss, but Mr Fisk previously knew him, it was a recommendation from Mr Wesley. Anything else I can do for you?—

—Yes, make sure to update me about the situation of the five families. You're dismissed—

Dex hid him and Grace behind another wall and waited for the man to step away, another guard coming downstairs with a radio spoke out loud.

—Ms Fisk, we are under attack!— the man getting to the floor said and Dex quickly threw a knife to him, Vanessa had her doors closed by another man inside and multiple other guards started coming downstairs.

—Cover my back, we're getting out of here— Dex told Grace as they took cover behind a big table in the middle of the room, Grace took the safety off the gun and turned her back to him.

Dex waited and when the guards had to stop to reload their guns, he rolled on the floor and made them drop them with a throw of his knives. The guards they had in front took cover and unexpectedly others came out from the hallway, Grace shot them but needed to move as the wooden table was already starting to break. Dex had already moved to the staircases, taking the last guards there and going up without looking back at Grace.

Grace had to grab the table and use it as a poor shield to follow him while shooting at least the men she had closer, getting grazed by some bullets. Once they got to the second floor her bullets were out so she went full body to body as she put a foot on the floor. Dex finished cleaning the area and turned to kill the last men Grace was fighting, he looked to Vanessa's door.

—We will see again, Vanessa— he shouted loud enough for her and then signaled Grace to follow him to an exit door. They almost jumped the long staircase and ran to the motorcycle as more security was getting out to the house but they were quick enough to run off on it before they got too close.

Dex left the motorcycle in an alley and he and Grace walked to her apartment, it was late and no one was around to see them. As soon as they entered and she closed the door, Grace gave Dex a direct jab to his face.

—That was a fucking mess and you left me to my luck!— she said almost biting the words, not screaming to not wake up anyone. Dex grabbed the right side of his face and slightly chuckled.

—First times are rarely perfect, agent, but I will take the criticism— he said sarcastically, Grace scoffed and grabbed her left shoulder, which was bleeding a little bit. She walked to the bathroom and took out her first aid kit without looking at him.

—Everything's funny for you? hm? I'll tell you what, if you pretend that I will follow you blindly you're very wrong. I won't go through such a shit show again, I will kick your ass off, I don't care how much you threaten me— she pulled down the sleeve, uncovering her bloody shoulder and starting to put alcohol on it with a piece of cotton.

—No…I'm just not…used to go in pairs, I got caught up in myself…On the bright side, we know a little of what she's up to— he said like a bit regretful.

—Yeah, let's see if next time we can be more discreet— she said, still furious.

—You're right, I'm sorry. But I want Vanessa to know I'm close, to feel that fear—

—That's done, let's see now how fast Fisk comes to her aid or who the hell he sends. But more importantly, why would Vanessa want to buy the port? I thought it was municipal or something— she checked the cotton and kept applying pressure.

—I wish I knew but I don't— he said and started to check himself for injuries but he hadn’t.

—We have time to figure it out, now I just want to sleep— Grace muttered.

Dex nodded, —I will go up now then…hope that heals fast— he said, opened the attic and got in it. Grace sighed and went to her bedroom.

—Yeah, the unprotected evidence.— Jennifer adds, —You know it's quite a long process, I asked for the approval for the judicial order already.—

—I can't stand the whole legal process, I don't understand how we aren't able to just do it, specially in this case.— Grace said, moving a bit on her office chair, —I´ll have a talk with the lawyer—

—It's not gonna change anything, Grace, this is the way to get these documents— Jacques said.

—Yeah, but I will need him to cooperate, something he wasn't happy to do yesterday— Grace says as she gets out again.

—What bug bite her?— Jennifer said as she saw how quickly Grace went out, Jacques just shrugged.

Grace took the same path she had taken before to Murdock's buffet and arrived hastily, this time he himself received her, as he was opening the door to a client leaving.

—Agent, what can I do for you today?— He said, calmly.

—You know what counselor, we will have an order to possess your evidence— She said irritated.

—I suppose you already know only the non protected kind, the cases were the FBI has a say over the notes is very rare—

—Loose the attitude, I may not get everything I wish for but you will have to play nice—

—I play nicely within the law's bounds, and I will defend my right to believe the FBI doesn't need our evidence. My investigation was small and you will need new evidence. It's a waste of time—

—I don't want your advice Mr Murdock, the FBI has its legal team. I only came to notify you personally— Matt couldn't know what was happening in her life but he could perceive something had Grace very on edge, she was sweating more than normally, her breathing was accelerated and her heart was beating faster.

—Of course, sorry if I offended you, agent. If you want the files, fine, I don't want problems and you can still always consult me about anything, over a cup of coffee if you might.— Matt expressed softer.

—As long as you facilitate the process it'll be fine, I would prefer things to stay professional— she said calmer but still serious.

—Oh no, of course, I would never suggest the contrary…are you well agent?— Grace stood silent forming a frown on her forehead, not comprehending how the man could notice her anxious state, —It's just you sound agitated.—

—I am well, I simply cannot take too much time talking to you. Thanks for the concern, we will see at court. Have a good day, Murdock— Grace said and walked out rushed, leaving a trail of chaotic hormones smell that only Matt could perceive. Foggy got out of the room and walked to him.

—I heard the chat, you better not try to mess around with her—

Matt slightly chuckles, —I promise I'm not…something was wrong today, do you remember how she came yesterday?—

Foggy put his hands on his pockets and nodded, —Yeah, bossy, like she owned the place— he said with a scoff.

—That confidence wasn't there now, she was frightened but not of me, not of this case…—Matt said pensively, fidgeting with his cane.

—You will investigate?—

—Perhaps…—

—Be careful, we don't want more problems with the FBI, Matty— Foggy said patting his shoulder amicably and got back to his office.

Grace went back to the FBI quarters and tried to focus on the daily work they had, recently they had taken under witness protection a family, the father was a cop that had been accepting bribes to turn a blind eye to the activities of what looked like an emerging Italian mafia lead by two brothers. It was small but growing fast, they had already been buying plenty of cops, a lawyer and getting ammunition easily. Their only problem was that they were disputing territory with a local organized group that had more control over the city.

The man had agreed to give them information if they got their family safe, so every once in a while he would give them updates with a burner phone.

—Ethan, we hear you, you're on speaker—Jacques said as along with Jennifer, Grace and other agents sat around the table in an interrogation room.

—Things are tense, "The Cobras" robbed the Italians guns and drug shipment. The Italians called us and the lawyer to tell us all, ordered us to start searching for it around the city.

—Have they mentioned if someone is providing them, like Fisk?— Jacques continued.

—No, just local gun dealers it seems, they make the methamphetamine themselves. I still don't know where their factory is. With this…provocation of "The Cobras" they were mad, said they will give them a show. I don't think that means anything good.— the man said, nervous on the other end.

—No, probably not, don't question anything, just follow what they say and communicate when it's safe. Anything else?—

—One of the brothers broke the legs of the security guard that had to watch over the shipment, I'm scared to be the next one.—

—Don't be, we have your back, if you get to know what that show will be contact us—

—Okay, I'll do— the man said and cut the call.

—How is the family?— Grace said.

—All safe, we have some agents near them—someone else said.

—And the location?— Jennifer asked a woman who was sitting with a computer.

—It shows him in his house, all normal— she answered.

—What was the "legal" business of these men again?— Grace said.

—A gas station, a big one at that but it's more on the outskirts— another agent said, —That would be all for today regarding Ethan's case, I'll take care of the transcription of the call—

—Wait, does someone know what the DA or the chief of Rikers Island said?— Jacques said.

—Miranda's team went, they came back and said the DA basically told them a lot of legal bullshit, you know how it is, technically the process and the new evidence was legal and his lawyer found a legal loophole that made possible the appeal— That same agent said.

—Yeah and the chief of Rikers said it made a difference that Fisk had "an exemplary behavior" during his jail time that also contributed to it— the woman with the computer said.

Grace shake her head slightly, —Of course they would say that…—

—For now there's not much more to do than to keep revising over the evidence we already have and expect him to show his face and screw it all again— the other male agent said.

—That's it? really?, Nicholas?— Jennifer said disappointed.

—It's not ideal but we have a much more real threat now to deal with, the Italians. Besides I'm not the one that can decide those matters— Nicholas said.

—We all should push to do more— Grace told him indignant.

—We can't get over it, we are going to end up getting dirty, we are trying to keep the little reputation we have left— he said bitterly.

—We should care more about how we look at our job than doing our job, Nicholas?—

—I think we all should go back to our duties— The woman with the computer said firmly without looking at them. The others got up their seats and cleared the room quickly under the tense climate, Nicholas went off too calmly.

—Can't stand him— Grace muttered to Jacques and Jennifer as they themselves got out.

—Yeah, news flash, we all already know you can't stand each other— Jacques scoffed.

—You have to stop competing with him— Jennifer told her exasperated.

—I'm not, he always gets in my way, always has something to say like he is my boss,— Grace chuckled dissatisfied— He might even get there.

—There's always this jackasses that acts like they are too good to be around "regular" people like us, he turns down the birthday celebrations, the happy hour and buying lunch for the team. He's just another stuck up— Jacques rambled.

—Yes Grace, I promise you he doesn't even thinks about you, he has never been nice with anyone—

—I don't even need him to be nice, just for him to let me do my job.— Grace let out a sigh, moving on from thinking about Nicholas and continuing about her day. Today she had re-scheduled her Muay Thai class, she practiced as much as she could with her workload and had started learning since she was a teen.

Her aunt hadn't known how much of a good idea it was but his uncle had encouraged and convinced her, "let the kid feel strong", he had said final and after it Vivian didn't question it. Especially with how good she performed at championships and her professor had her back like she was almost family.

Quickly coach Sloan had joined Seth's cookouts after the championships, sitting in the backyard with Vivian while Grace put the table. Without meaning that she wouldn't keep pushing Grace to give her maximum.

Grace quickly changed her clothes in the academy bathroom and then bowed to her opponent before the training started, a girl younger than her.

The girl started by throwing straight punches to Grace's face but she defended herself , blocking most of them and giving the girl high kicks to her abdomen. Grace grabbed her with her forearms and closed on her cornering her while taking the punches, the girl tried to strike her with a low kick but Grace was quick to step into the strike slightly to absorb impact, catch the leg, secure it with her arm, and use her opposite hand to push their posture and sweep their standing leg.

The match continued to favor Grace as the girl couldn't answer as well to Grace counter-attacks and after 5 rounds Sloan declared the match finished.

—There wasn't any need for you to hit her so harshly, Grace— Sloan said composed.

—She should learn to not be so stiff and not drop her guard so fast if she wants to have a chance— Grace said calculatingly.

—I can notice it already, but you're much more skilled— Sloan said with patience.

—Then why do you give me a rookie? Teach her yourself. For me I would tell her to try tennis for the best— Grace said cunning, winning herself a disapproving look from Sloan.

—I accept all kinds of students, and she has time to grow. This isn't a competition, it's an instance of mutual learning. Measure your strength Grace—

—Just don't pair her with me, it's for the best— Grace said, grabbing her bag from the floor— Bye Sloan.

Sloan gave a little nod and her eyes followed Grace as she left. Her mind couldn't avoid going back in time to a moment when Grace was just 18. She was in the finals against a very cheeky girl who insulted her under her teeth during every break. It had tensioned Grace and distracted her a bit but she had kept a straight face and pure discipline on the match. She won in the end but still clenched her jaw tightly and asked for a moment to go to the bathroom.

The family and other classmates stayed busy chatting between themselves so after a moment Sloan went for Grace, the bathrooms were far. A thud on the floor and a painful scream got to her before she was even reaching the bathrooms. She rushed and then looked down the stairs of the exit, next to the bathroom, Grace's opponent lay by the floor in pain.

—She bumped on the door when I opened it, Miss— Grace said to her. And Sloan knew Grace was numb to accidents but the look she had on was a completely different thing.

—Go, call the doctor's— She told her and then went downstairs to be with the girl on the floor who whined in pain. Later on she was told the girl couldn't compete anymore because of her injuries.

At the time, she chose to believe it. It could have been an accident, even if deep down she felt it wasn't. Nothing like it happened again and Grace carried on as normal.

She went straight to her apartment after it, she opened the door and quickly shut it down behind her. Poindexter was sitting on her couch watching something on her TV.

—I never told you you could be on this side of my home— she said leaving the keys on the counter top.

—What was I supposed to do until you came back?— he said simply, he was wearing casual clothes and looked almost like just any other regular person on the street.

—Nothing, this isn't a playground. It's already enough you are here— she said, crossing her arms and scanning around him.

—I haven't searched for my knives, if that's what you're thinking. I will wait you give them back—

—That will happen when you have an actual plan, Poindexter—

—I have somethin' to start with— he said and turned on the TV and got up from the couch to stand in front of her, with the kitchen counter separating them, —I want to start by paying a little visit to Vanessa—

—Vanessa Fisk, where?—

—In her art gallery, but I can't show up. She knows me well already, you need to go and talk with her— he said propping his hands on the kitchen counter.

—What do you want me to say and what do you want to get out of it?— she said skeptically.

—First, how far is Fisk, where she lives now and also what is Vanessa doing? Because I doubt a woman like her will just sit and wait—

—What kind of woman is she?—

—Cold, manipulative…Fisk at least got his hands dirty a few times, she just orders others to do it for her—

—She ordered you to kill the people of the Bulletin?—

—No, that was Fisk—

—Then what did she ordered you?—

—…I'll save that for myself, — he said giving a fake sympathetic smile —just pretend you admire Fisk or something to get her to talk, we'll go walking and I want my knives back—

Grace sighed and went to her room, a few seconds after she shoved the towel with the knives to his chest and he quietly went to the attic to change into his suit. Grace changed into some black clothes and after it she started following Poindexter to the art gallery. Once they got close to the art gallery, Poindexter climbed to a building roof in front of it to see how it went. Grace went ahead and got inside.

—Hello, is there something I can help you with?— Vanessa said, approaching her with a charming yet professional smile on her face.

Grace smiled back, —I was looking at all the pieces, they are beautiful—

—Anything that catches your attention in particular? for what space would it be?— Vanessa said.

—A friend actually told me to look for her living room, I think she would like this red one…sorry, your face looks familiar to me, have I seen you before?— Grace said casually, keeping the friendly tone.

Vanessa slightly chuckled —It's possible, I've been at plenty exhibition openings—

—Oh no, no, from somewhere else. Aren't you Wilson Fisk's wife?—

—Yes I am, are you an advocate for him?—

—That man is… inspiring, he really loves New York. If you don't mind me asking, what will he do now that he is free?—

—I don't know, I mean we don't know. He has decided to get some time for himself until he knows what he wishes to do now—

—I'm really sorry, I hope I didn't get too personal. I hope he comes back soon, would do good around here—

—You don't need to worry, we are public figures after all, and he would be flattered with the compliments. Do you need more time to decide?—

—Yes, It can be—

—Why would your friend like this painting? if this doesn't convince you completely maybe I can recommend you another one.—

—It's a beautiful mix of red and orange—

—That's all? what emotions does it provoke in you?—

—It feels familiar, comfortable almost. The…traces of the brush seem violent but…It created something beautiful, to be appreciated…But I think my friend should come herself—

—Yeah, maybe she should. If I were her I would take your recommendation— Vanessa said, analyzing her subtly. —We are about to close now, tell her to come earlier—

—Of course, thank you for your time— Grace said and got out, walked trough and alley and got on top of the roof with Poindexter.

—She seemed nostalgic while you two talked, so he really is far— He said.

They saw Vanessa close the gallery and then 4 men, who looked like security, waited for a car. While they were waiting for it, Poindexter signaled Grace to get off the roof and then he robbed a motorcycle. When Vanessa's car arrived, him and Grace got on the motorcycle and Poindexter followed the car.

They left the crowded part of Hell's Kitchen and got to an imposing yet delicate white house in the middle of a private land, two men in front of her and two men behind her. Once they got in Poindexter left the motorcycle hidden near the entrance and got up the roof with Grace.

—Can you keep up with me?— he said, looking into a part of the roof and removing it with one of his knives.

—What are you doing?— she said as she put on a balaclava and zipped her jacket.

—Entering— he said final.

—Are you crazy? she will notice and know it's you—

—I know, I want her to. Let's see how much more Fisk can stay away from her— He gave Grace his gun with a silencer, then pulled apart the piece of roof and grabbed himself from an ostentatious chandelier, getting down to the floor without making noise, Grace followed him, making a bit of noise when she landed. Vanessa wasn't on the main room but had security all over the house, a guard was about to approach them when Poindexter threw a knife across the room that went through the man's throat.

Grace grabbed the body before it fell on the floor and left it against the wall and followed Poindexter as he went ahead searching for Vanessa. He took some other men, pulling the knives from the bodies after they got closer to a master bedroom where Vanessa's voice could be heard.

—How are the documents for the port acquisition going?— She said while taking her earrings off.

—Perfectly well Ms Fisk, the lawyer revised them before sending them, there's more paperwork ahead but nothing should stop the process—

— Good, any message from Wilson?—

—No Ms, I'm sorry. But we know he is safe and that he has sent a new man to take special measures of your security— the man said with a reassuring tone.

—Do I know this man?—

—No miss, but Mr Fisk previously knew him, it was a recommendation from Mr Wesley. Anything else I can do for you?—

—Yes, make sure to update me about the situation of the five families. You're dismissed—

Dex hid him and Grace behind another wall and waited for the man to step away, another guard coming downstairs with a radio spoke out loud.

—Ms Fisk, we are under attack!— the man getting to the floor said and Dex quickly threw a knife to him, Vanessa had her doors closed by another man inside and multiple other guards started coming downstairs.

—Cover my back, we're getting out of here— Dex told Grace as they took cover behind a big table in the middle of the room, Grace took the safety off the gun and turned her back to him.

Dex waited and when the guards had to stop to reload their guns, he rolled on the floor and made them drop them with a throw of his knives. The guards they had in front took cover and unexpectedly others came out from the hallway, Grace shot them but needed to move as the wooden table was already starting to break. Dex had already moved to the staircases, taking the last guards there and going up without looking back at Grace.

Grace had to grab the table and use it as a poor shield to follow him while shooting at least the men she had closer, getting grazed by some bullets. Once they got to the second floor her bullets were out so she went full body to body as she put a foot on the floor. Dex finished cleaning the area and turned to kill the last men Grace was fighting, he looked to Vanessa's door.

—We will see again, Vanessa— he shouted loud enough for her and then signaled Grace to follow him to an exit door. They almost jumped the long staircase and ran to the motorcycle as more security was getting out to the house but they were quick enough to run off on it before they got too close.

Dex left the motorcycle in an alley and he and Grace walked to her apartment, it was late and no one was around to see them. As soon as they entered and she closed the door, Grace gave Dex a direct jab to his face.

—That was a fucking mess and you left me to my luck!— she said almost biting the words, not screaming to not wake up anyone. Dex grabbed the right side of his face and slightly chuckled.

—First times are rarely perfect, agent, but I will take the criticism— he said sarcastically, Grace scoffed and grabbed her left shoulder, which was bleeding a little bit. She walked to the bathroom and took out her first aid kit without looking at him.

—Everything's funny for you? hm? I'll tell you what, if you pretend that I will follow you blindly you're very wrong. I won't go through such a shit show again, I will kick your ass off, I don't care how much you threaten me— she pulled down the sleeve, uncovering her bloody shoulder and starting to put alcohol on it with a piece of cotton.

—No…I'm just not…used to go in pairs, I got caught up in myself…On the bright side, we know a little of what she's up to— he said like a bit regretful.

—Yeah, let's see if next time we can be more discreet— she said, still furious.

—You're right, I'm sorry. But I want Vanessa to know I'm close, to feel that fear—

—That's done, let's see now how fast Fisk comes to her aid or who the hell he sends. But more importantly, why would Vanessa want to buy the port? I thought it was municipal or something— she checked the cotton and kept applying pressure.

—I wish I knew but I don't— he said and started to check himself for injuries but he hadn’t.

—We have time to figure it out, now I just want to sleep— Grace muttered.

Dex nodded, —I will go up now then…hope that heals fast— he said, opened the attic and got in it. Grace sighed and went to her bedroom.