Title: History In The Making

Pairing: Korra & Asami.

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra and its characters. All rights belong to their respectable owners Bryan Konietzko and Michael Dante DiMartino.

Authors Note: Hey Guys! So I've seen a lot of Korrasami Football based stories. Mostly consisting of High school or College but none about the actual NFL itself. So I decided to write one myself. Now I know it may seem like the same song and dance but if you've read my other stories so far... its much more than that. This story will focus on Korra's career and how she deals with every challenge in her path. I love football and I will write this story as accurate as possible to compile with the NFL's process a rookie goes through. So if I get something wrong please don't hold that against me. Also it will be in a form of a mockumentry like in the office, parks and recreation, modern family etc. Anyway, enjoy the story. Later Gladiators!

Interviewer: "So Korra how did you get roped into all this?"
Korra: "Well it all started when this sexy producer was asking around for my phone number," she said with a smirk.

Asami Sato's Penthouse: 12:45 a.m.

Asami was at home going over her notes on her tablet. She had to come up with a new series to pitch to her father on Monday. She wanted to do a documentary series but wasn't sure where to start. Everything she thought of has already been done before. If she wanted to make something memorable it had to represent what the documentary series was about. History In The Making. She was still trying to figure out what that would actually be.

Needing inspiration, Asami picked up the remote and turned on the TV. She was flicking through channels before landing on the news. She placed her tablet on the couch cushion and got up to go make something to eat. She opened the door to the fridge and began to scan over the variety of tupperware containers. "Hmmm..." she hummed to herself. She took out one from the previous night and warmed it up in the microwave.

Pouring herself a nice glass of wine to go with it, Asami thought on what the series could be about. "Food... no so many cooking shows already," she thought out loud. "What could it be..." she wondered as she heard the microwave beeping. She took a plate out of the cabinet and placed it down on the counter. She took out the tupperware container and slid her food on to the plate. It was seasoned chicken breast with a side of vegetables.

Asami took her plate of food and glass of wine back into the living room. She took a sip of her drink before placing it down on a coaster. She started to cut her chicken into small sizes as she heard a sportscaster relay information about a rookie who was drafted to the Republic City Fire Ferrets. Her mind was else where until she heard him say female. Her head shot up toward the television unsure if she miss heard.

"That's right John the first female to be drafted into the NFL. Korra Jīngshén, daughter of legendary Linebacker Tonraq 'The Tank' Jīngshén of the South Side Tigar Seals. She will be the new addition of rookies added to the Republic City Fire Ferret roster this season," he said before Asami turned down the volume.

Asami held the remote in her hand still processing the news. A female entering a male dominating sport. The first at that to be drafted into the national football league itself was history in the making. "That's it. This is it!" she shouted to herself. She placed her plate down on to her coffee table and took out her phone.

Calling her assistant, Asami started to bite at her nails with every ring of the phone before she picked up. "Fae are you up?!" Asami nearly shouted through the phone with excitement.

"I am now..." the woman said with a groan. It was almost 1 in the morning. "Is everything alright?"

Hearing her reaction, Asami realized what time it was, "yes every thing is perfect. I finally found a subject for my documentary series," she explained in a much more calmer tone of voice. She was super giddy at how much of an impact this would actually be but tried her best to contain it for her best friend / assistants sake.

Fae hummed before asking, "what is it about?"

Asami turned her attention back to the television seeing a clip of the young football prodigy. "Korra Jīngshén. I need you to set up a meeting with her first thing tomorrow," Asami said smiling uncontrollably. Her dreams were about to come true. Her first series would be green-lit after she pitched it to her father tomorrow.

Hiroshi Sato's Office: 8:31 a.m.

Hiroshi was in his office getting ready to leave when he heard a knock on his door. "Come in," he said eyes still focused on his laptop.

"Your daughter is here to see you," His assistant announced.

"Let her in," Hiroshi waved with his hand.

Asami came in seconds later with a folder in her hands. She placed it on her fathers desk and slid it close to his view. "I finally have the perfect piece to start my documentary with," she said with her expression brewing of enthusiasm too early in the morning.

Hiroshi knew that look in his daughter's eyes and chuckled. "Good morning to you too sweetheart," he said with a small smile.

"Sorry..." Asami said realizing how rude she was being.

"It's alright," Hiroshi said brushing it off. He opened up the folder and saw the high lightened section. He pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and squinted his eyes. "Football?" he asked surprised as he looked back up at his daughter.

Asami took her tablet out and brought up one of the news articles she saved. "Yes its about the first woman being drafted into the NFL," she answered placing the tablet in front of him.

Hiroshi looked over it with a curious look on his face. "Are you sure you want your first documentary to be about football?" he asked with a bit of concern. He knew she had been looking for months on the perfect way to start off her new series but didn't expect this.

"Yes Dad," Asami said with certainty. She came around his desk and tapped on the screen of her tablet to bring up a clip. She played him a video of the young woman in question showing off her skills. "This is her at the NFL Scouting Combine a couple months ago."

Watching the clip of the young girl, Hiroshi was starting to see exactly what his daughter did. "Impressive," he looking at her stats. "She bench pressed 225 pounds doing 50 reps?" he said not believing what he reading.

Asami looked over her fathers shoulder with a hard smirk on her face. "Nearly broke a record. Was close to her own fathers," she said pointing at the list below.

Hiroshi adjusted his glasses and looked where his daughter had pointed. "Tonraq Jīngshén, 51 reps," he said not surprised with a man of such a massive size. For his daughter to come so close she must be the real deal.

"This is truly history in the making," Asami said putting emphasis on the title itself. She couldn't picture a more suitable topic to start with. There had been lots of things women had done that broken down barriers for the next generation. None properly recorded with the latest technology with in the past decade. "We could be the first company to document all of her achievements up close and personal. I just need the chance to do so."

"You don't have to sell me on that. I'm already sold," Hiroshi said knowing how big of an opportunity this was for their company. He tapped on the screen of her tablet and turned it around for his daughter to see. It was a picture of Korra in her college football uniform. "You just have to convince her. Do that and you have your show," he said positive they weren't the only ones with this idea. Plus with the media attention this was already receiving, Hiroshi wasn't sure if the young woman would want more cameras in her face specially voluntarily.

Asami smiled brightly at her father. She knew he would green light her show regardless of the topic. It was her first of many to come. "Its already in the works," she said proudly. Her assistant was currently calling every single contact they had to get a hold of Korra.

Interviewer: "What was it like receiving that call?"
Korra: "I wouldn't know since it was my father they got a hold of first."

Jīngshén Household: 2:37 p.m.

Tonraq bellowed with a laugh as the house phone rang. He picked up the wireless phone without checking the caller ID. "Hello?" he said with a chuckle still caught in his throat.

"Hello Sir, my name is Fae Unmei from Sato Productions Company in Republic City," Fae greeted for the hundredth time. She crossed off a list of names that couldn't connect her to Korra. The last contact she made was to an old friend who sent her a direct number to the Jīngshén household in the Southern Tundra. "I'm calling on behalf of my employer, Asami Sato, whom would love to have a word with Ms. Korra Jīngshén."

"Well my daughter isn't here at the moment," Tonraq replied while turning down the television. He placed the remote down and grabbed a pen and pad that was by the phone. "I could take down your number and send it to her," he suggested. It had been like this all week. Tons of people had been calling to reach Korra but no one could get in touch with her since she changed her number.

Fae started to rely the number to Tonraq when Asami stepped off the elevator. She pointed at the phone that was snug between her ear and shoulder. She circled the last name and number on her own pad and held it up for Asami to see.

Asami looked at it and mouthed 'is that her.' Fae shook her head no.

Tonraq jotted down the number and held the phone upright in his hand. "Alright. I'll give this to her soon as she gets back." Tonraq said before hanging up. He took out his cell phone moments later and began to text Korra.

Korra was on her daily run back from river bank park. It was 2 miles away from her house. She had an extensive work out at the gym there with her strength and conditioning coach. She was exhausted but jogged with ease. She was listening to her music when she felt and heard a buzz in her pocket. She stopped on the bridge and took out her phone.

Checking her text messages, Korra could see one from her dad. She clicked on it and began to read it. A puzzled look over took her expression causing her to be amused. She decided to call him back. She placed her ear bud that fell out of her ear back in and listened to the phone ringing on the other end.

Tonraq answered and smiled. "You got my message?"

"Kind of," Korra answered reading over it. She still couldn't understand what he meant, "what's 'Got # 4 U'? Are you trying to hook me up with some one or some lottery tickets?" she said preferring the latter.

"Neither. A production company was calling for you," Tonraq replied reading over the number he jotted down with the name attached to it. "Sato Productions?" he formed in a question as he tried to remember if that was how you pronounce it.

Korra stepped aside so other joggers and bikers could get passed her. "What did they want?" she asked with irritation in her voice. She was growing tired of people blowing up her phone and now they were harassing her parents.

Tonraq shrugged as if she could see him, "not sure, give them a call and find out," he suggested knowing they'd just call back. He didn't mind receiving calls on his daughters behalf. It was the crazy times at night that bugged him the most. He knew it was because of the time difference but getting calls at 4 in the morning was a bit excessive.

"Alright I'll do it right now. Thanks Dad. Later," Korra said hanging up the phone. She looked over the text and began to recite the number in her mind over and over before calling it. She blocked her number just in case it wasn't legit.

Asami Sato's Office: 8:44 a.m.

Fae was typing away at her computer when her phone rang. She saw it was a blocked number and raised a brow. Though it was odd she answered it anyway. "Sato Productions, Fae Unmei speaking how may I help you?" she said still typing at the speed of light.

"Yeah someone from this number called my father asking about me," Korra said as she leaned over the railing. She could see the view of the sun dancing across the rivers edge.

"Korra Jīngshén?" Fae questioned.

Hearing her name, Korra rolled her eyes, "the one and only. What is this about?" she asked while walking across the bridge this time.

Fae stopped what she was doing and stood up to her feet, "my employer would like a word with you. Hold on while I transfer your call," she said pushing a button to connect through to Asami's office.

Before Korra could say anything she heard elevator music in her ears. "Are you serious? Worst than the fucking telemarketers," she said to herself. She was growing impatient by the minute. All she wanted to do was make sure they didn't call her house again.

Asami was going over some paper work when she heard Fae say Korra was on line one. "Thanks Fae," she said through the intercom before pressing over to speak with Korra. "Hello Miss Jīngshén?" Asami asked hearing the last bit of Korra's comment.

Korra didn't expect to be put through so quickly. "Yeah?" she asked in a confused and annoyed tone.

"Hi my name is Asami Sato from Sato Productions. I would like to thank you for calling me back on such short notice," Asami said shuffling her paper work into a pile and placing it to the side of her computer.

"What's this about?" Korra asked yet again.

Asami adjusted her blue-tooth and leaned back into her chair, "the reason I'm calling is because I have a brand new show lined up that I think you'd be perfect for," she said taking note to the heavy sigh heard on the other end of the phone. She knew this wouldn't be a piece of cake but was taught in the art of persuasion. "Its a documentary series," she stated casually. "With you being the first female in the national football league-"

Korra's laugh cut her off before she could finish. "Are you kidding me?" she asked knowing where this was going. "Look, Ms. Soho."

"Sato," Asami corrected.

"Right," Korra said ignoring the correction. "I understand why you and your company would want to take the time out of your busy lives to invade mines but like I've said to those who manage to get my last phone number," she said all in one huff only to put emphasis on her next statement. "I'm not interested."

Asami sat up in her chair no longer comfortable with how fast this conversation took a turn. "Wait," she said with depression in her voice. She cleared her throat and took a second to breath, "I understand..." she started to say. "The constant phone calls, the cameras in your face, invasion of privacy, all of these things which you are bound to face going down this path you are on," she said still hearing Korra's breathing on the other end. "But with this documentary it wouldn't be like that..." she said with certainty.

Korra listened carefully and wasn't too convinced by her words. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because I'll make sure it won't..." she replied hearing silence on the other end before continuing. Asami knew she would have to give some kind of guarantee to prove that. "With this series we can control what gets published but only with your approval. You won't be painted in a negative light," she said knowing how often the media liked to spin things. Asami turned around in her chair to face the view of the city behind her. "You could answer all the constant questions you receive on a daily basis by showing them what you could do. Shutting up every critic who thinks less of your abilities. Korra..." Asami said hoping she was still there. "At the end of the day its your choice whether you want to do this or not. All I'm asking is for you to at least consider it."

Korra listened to her and really thought on what she said. She couldn't deny the point the woman was making. If she did this she wouldn't have to answer any ones questions because this documentary would answer them all. At the same time she wasn't sure if it would be worth the extra headache. "I'll um... I'll think about it," she said still unsure of what she was getting into.

Asami smiled softly and wondered if she could push a bit more. "Would you consider meeting me?" she asked innocently. "We could talk it over drinks if you like?"

Korra snickered a bit at how persistent this woman was, "I don't drink," she put nicely without declining.

"How about dinner?" Asami quickly asked. "You do eat don't you?" she asked playfully.

"Yes I do," Korra replied with a smirk.

Asami could hear by the tone in her voice that she was on board, "great then its a date," she said in a business sense. She opened up her planner and looked over her schedule, "will you be in Republic City any time soon?" she asked ready to mark it down.

Korra was still trying to process the word 'date' that was roaming around in her head. "Tomorrow actually," she answered walking off the bridge. She looked around seeing the local shop areas and headed to her house. "Going to check out my new apartment and get settled in if I can," she said placing her hands into her pocket as she walked across the street. "Maybe afterwards we could meet up," she offered. At least if she met this woman face to face she would know if this was bullshit or not.

"Tomorrow's perfect," Asami said crossing off her meetings for tomorrow. "I could have a car pick you up from the airport."

Korra laughed a bit harder than she should at that. "That's a.. wow. That's not necessary," she said declining in the nicest way possible. She had been through the whole star treatment thing before and didn't like it. She wanted to be treated normal. Nothing more nothing less.

Asami smiled slightly amused by her reaction. Korra would be an interesting client. "I'll send one anyway just in case you change your mind," she said making arrangements for it as they spoke.

Korra knew arguing about it would be pointless. "Okay."

"Great I'll see you tomorrow whenever you're ready," Asami said with a content smile.

"Alright... I'll see you tomorrow," Korra said rethinking what she was getting herself into. Hanging up, she took a deep breath and began to jog back to her house.

Interviewer: "You speak to your father about it?"
Korra: "Yeah we had a good chat about it and how it would effect me during my first season."

Jīngshén Household: 3:09 p.m.

"Yo!" Korra shouted soon as she came inside the house. She could hear the TV on in the living room. She took off her shoes and set them aside by the coat rack. She came inside of the living room and saw her dad watching his favorite game show. "Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop," she said lightly punching his arm.

Tonraq just laughed. "How'd it go?"

Korra took a seat next to her father on the couch with a heavy sigh. "Yeti was trying to kill me. Guess that's my going away present," she said with a chuckle. "He made me do a load of squats, dips, push ups, pull ups you name it. He was trying to break my spirit."

"Can't break a Jīngshén's spirit," Tonraq said with a smile. It was a double meaning and it was beautiful.

Korra thought it was funny herself, "I know right? I could handle it though.." she said flexing a bit. "Oh I called that number you sent me."

Tonraq took his eyes off the screen and looked at his daughter puzzled. "What did they want?"

"Basically to document my football career," Korra said not sure on the specifics or time limits.

"Well that's good," Tonraq commented stuffing a chip into his mouth.

Korra shook her head not sure if it was. "I guess..."

Tonraq heard the doubt in her voice. "You don't want to do it?" he asked eating yet another chip.

"Well the lady brought up some good points so I'm not sure yet. I mean if I do this. I wouldn't have to deal with all the B.S. I have so far. I could just show them what I'm capable of without having to say anything else," Korra said stealing a chip from the zip lock bag her dad had. She thought about it on her way home and knew her main concern her father would understand. "At the same time. I don't want it to be a distraction. What should I do?"

Tonraq took a deep breath and considered the situation his daughter was in. If she went through with it, it would benefit her more than the actual media would. They already made comparisons between him and his daughter. Some flattering others not so much. It made him upset to see them criticize everything she did but that's the way the world worked. They focused on the negative instead of the positive. At least with this documentary it would show who his daughter truly is as an athletic individual. "I think you should go for it."

"Really?" Korra asked surprised.

"Yeah. We didn't have this type of publicity back in the day. People would believe everything they read without any proof to back it up. As long as it was in the headlines that's all that mattered. With this people will see that this isn't a fluke," Tonraq said brushing crumbs off his shirt.

Korra smiled at that. "Thanks dad."

Tonraq knew how skilled his daughter was and the determination she had a long with it. "You packed and ready for tomorrow?" he asked out of curiosity.

"I'm always ready," she said with a smug smirk. Korra stood up and tapped her father on his knee. "Don't let Mom catch you with those chips," she said with a chuckle before leaving the room.

Tonraq huffed out of response, "please," he said shoving more into his mouth.

Interviewer: "What was the first thing you did when you got to Republic City?"
Korra: "I kissed the ground and thanked the air nomads that I made it safely."
Interviewer: "Really?"
Korra: "No man..." she said with a hard smirk and a chuckle.

Yangchen Airport: 5:13 p.m.

The next day, Korra arrived in Republic City. She was walking through the terminal wearing a black hoodie, blue basketball shorts and black and blue sneakers. Ignoring everyone around her since she had her headphones in. "Try to come at me I'll throw you to the ground, I'm a south side savage fuck around fuck around," she sang as she approached the entrance with her bags in hand.

Soon as she walked out, Korra saw a man in a suit holding up a sign that said: K. Jīngshén. "You gotta be kidding me," she said to herself as she took one earbud out. The man was standing in front of a limo.

"Are you Korra Jīngshén?" He asked as she walked up to him.

"Yeah," Korra said thinking unfortunately.

The man gave her a smile in return. "Ms. Sato sent me. May I take your bags?" he asked holding his hands out to take them from her.

Korra gripped the handle of her bags out of response. She didn't like all this special treatment and hope that it ended here. "Alright," she agreed handing them over.

The driver took her bags and placed them into the trunk of the limo. He then made his way to the side door and opened it for her to get in. Korra was skeptical but got in anyway. He closed the door once she sat down. She pulled her book bag off and looked around the limo. There was a small mini bar and what looked like snacks on the side. The driver got into the seat and rolled down the window to speak with her. "Where to first?"

Korra was confused then laughed afterwards. "Is this real?"

"Yes ma'am," He responded promptly.

"Well I'd like to go to my apartment first but before I give out that information. I wanna know if this is legit." Korra said since this was a bit over the top. All this for her it was a bit much. She could have just gotten an Uber or rental car. Hell a cab if she could catch one but a limo was over doing it. "I'd like to speak to Miss Sato."

The driver called his employer and told Korra to answer the phone in the back. Korra picked up the receiver and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

"It's nice to know you made it here safely," Asami said with a smirk.

Korra laughed at her remark since she was thinking the same. "Well I was gonna make a touchdown one way or another," she said with a cheeky grin.

Asami arched a brow at her words and gave a respectful nod. "Nice pun," she commented picking up on her sharp wit.

Korra was amazed she caught on so quick. "You know I was surprised not to see you in the limo with a box of candy and flowers," she said with a grin. She wanted to point out how absurd this was without insulting her. A chuckle was heard from the other end of the line which was a good sign.

"Well its up to you if you still want to meet," Asami said still amused. She didn't want to push Korra but wanted her to be able to get around the city without a hassle. "Plus I'm not the type to wine and dine without knowing if its a sure thing," she said making a pun of her own.

Korra sat up in her seat automatically taking what she said as a challenge. "So you want me ripe for the picking?" she asked with a smug smirk.

Asami chuckled again. "Ripe and ready."

"I'm always ready," Korra said in a bit of a flirty tone. "I'll meet you in an hour."

"I'll see you in an hour then..." Asami said with a smile. She then hung up the phone and stood up to go get things ready for Korra's arrival.

Korra hung up and chuckled slightly amused with the conversation. She looked over at the driver and gave him a nod before relying the address to him.

Interviewer: "How was the apartment?"
Korra: "It was big as hell! But seriously it was pretty sweet. Still is."

Korra's New Loft: 5:32 p.m.

Korra opened the door to her loft with bags in each hand. She came inside and kicked the door with the heel of her sneaker. Walking further into the place, Korra could see it was furnished already. Tonraq set it up weeks in advance to make sure his baby girl was set in the big city but she didn't expect anything like this.

"Whoa..." she said speechless. She sat her bags down by the couch and walked up to the fire place dumbfounded. It was a framed jersey of Korra's from the youth football, high school, college and fire ferrets combined with her number 4 on the back and last name above.

On the mantel there was a cased football from Korra's last game at the University of Southern Waters. Next to it was a picture of her family and a note. She picked it up and opened it. Reading it, Korra covered her mouth trying not to become emotional by the gesture. She quickly took out her phone to call her father.

"Dad?" Korra said hearing a loud noise on the other end of the phone.

"HEY YOU MADE IT!" Tonraq yelled into the phone trying to find the remote to turn down the TV.

Korra moved the phone away from her ear a bit with a chuckle. "Yeah I did!" she said wanting to wait for him to turn the TV down.

Tonraq saw Naga messing with the remote on her football doggie shaped bed. He took it from her grasp and turned down the TV. "How was the flight over there?"

"Smooth," Korra said with a smile. She wasn't really a fan of flying but gotten use to it over the years. "I just called to let you know I got in but... this is.." she said trying to find the right words to describe the rush of emotions she was feeling. "This is incredible," she said glancing around the apartment spotting some of her boxes in the corner. "Thank you."

Tonraq smiled at that. "No need to thank me you earned it," he said picking up Naga's rope knot and tossing it across the room. Naga got up quickly and ran after it.

Korra walked toward the window to check out the view. "Still I'm grateful. Thank you," she said knowing a lot of time and thought was put into all this.

"Look in the fridge," Tonraq said seeing Naga gnawing at her rope in the middle of the hallway. Korra walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. "Your mom was sad she couldn't see you off so she left you something."

Korra saw a boat load of healthy meals that would last a month. "Nice.." she uttered picking up one. She could see her mothers insignia on it. "I know she's busy with work. I'll text her in a few," she said placing it back. Closing the fridge, Korra walked back into the living room and took a seat on the couch. "How are things over there?" she asked hearing Naga in the background.

Tonraq took a sip of his beer and let out a belch. "Good about to turn in soon," he said checking his watch seeing it was almost midnight.

"Oh yeah its pretty late there huh?" Korra asked forgetting the time difference. She would have to be more cautious about what time to call her parents from here on.

"Yeah but no worries," Tonraq said not caring when she called. He just wanted to make sure she was safe. "As long as you're alright that's all that matters," he said with a smile.

Korra smiled herself while nodding. "I am. I'm a let you go so you can catch some Z's. Give Naga a big kiss for me."

Tonraq finished off his drink and stood up off the couch. "I will. You be careful in the big city. Don't let anything happen to my girl," he warned as he guided Naga back to her bed.

"I won't. Promise," Korra said ready to hang up.

"Before you go. When are you going to the training center?" Tonraq asked seeing that she just got off a 17 hour flight. He knew how dedicated his daughter was. More often than not, she would have to be reminded to take a break.

Korra looked at the time on her phone and placed it back to her ear. "Soon after I talk to this producer. I got her driver waiting for me outside."

Tonraq almost forgot about the documentary series his daughter was ask to do. "Alright. Let me know how it goes," he said seeing Naga drinking some of her water.

"I will. Love you. Later Dad," Korra said before hanging up.

"Love you too, Later," Tonraq said ending the call.

Interviewer: "Did you have any reservations going into this?"
Korra: "A few but it died down once I got a feel of the place."

Asami Sato's Office: 6:06 p.m.

Asami sent out a blast email for all her employees to finish setting up in the conference room. She had been planning this since her phone call with Korra yesterday. Everything had to be perfect for their new potential client. The presentation needed to be on point in order to sell her on it. Asami knew all this was basically asking permission to invade Korra's privacy but documenting such a historical moment was a once in a life time opportunity they may never get again.

"Miss Jīngshén is here," Fae said into the intercom.

"Alright," Asami answered before standing up from her desk.

Korra got out of the limo before the driver could open the door for her. She gave him a salute gesture to thank him for the ride.

Walking inside the building, Korra could see someone was already waiting for her by the elevator. "Mrs. Jīngshén?" the young man asked much like the driver did earlier.

"Just Korra is fine," she said not use to people addressing her by her last name. She watched as he pressed the button to the elevator.

The doors opened up seconds later with them both walking inside. He pressed the button to the top floor and waited as the doors closed. "I'm a big fan of your fathers," he blurted out of nervous excitement. He was new here and didn't get a chance to see any celebrities yet specially ones that mattered to him.

"Me too since I was three," Korra said with a chuckle.

"I'm Kai by the way," he said extending his hand to her with a smile.

Korra took his hand and shook it firmly. "Nice to meet you Kai."

As they reached the top floor, Korra raised herself up to her tippy toes and felt the jolt once the elevator stopped. "You ever do that?" she asked with a laugh seeing him shake his head no. "Feels like no gravity for a split second," she said seeing the doors open. "You should try it some time," she suggested getting off the elevator.

Kai walked up to catch up with her. He pointed at different departments on this floor and what they were for. Leading her up to Asami's office at the end of the hall. "Here we are," he said opening the door for her.

"Thanks," Korra said before walking inside.

Asami walked up to Korra and extended her hand to her. "Its nice to finally meet you in person."

Korra was a bit stunned since her voice didn't match her face. "Same here," she said taking her hand to shake. It was soft and it threw her off. She let go and placed her hand back into the pocket of her hoodie.

"Please have a seat," Asami gestured before sitting down herself.

Korra took a seat in front of her desk and looked around the room in order not to stare at the woman before her.

Asami saw that Korra was a bit distracted and figured it was jet lag. "So..." she said lightly getting Korra's attention. "I had planned out a schedule that would follow your rookie career from training camp to the regular season and beyond," she said turning her computer screen around to show Korra.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence on the last part," Korra said knowing the possibilities of making it to the Super Bowl. The Ferrets have never made it that far and wasn't sure if her being there would make any difference. "I'm not sure how all this will work out. I mean the NFL itself has all these rules and regulations that limit the press and any form of the media. So I don't know how you guys are gonna even get that far," Korra said remember the long lectures she got at the rookie seminar she had to appear at for a whole week.

"I have everything covered with your coaches and the staff. All we need now is you to be on board with it," Asami assured wanting to put Korra's mind at ease.

Korra was surprised at that and sat back in her seat to think about it. "I'm not sure if I want to do it," she said honestly.

Asami knew she would still have some doubts about joining. "Think of it this way. Once this documentary is out you will shut all the naysayers up and prove just why you are here," she said turning her screen back around. "My father taught me to always show and not just tell. You could do the same Korra."

"Put up or shut up huh?" Korra said with a small smirk forming at the edge of her lip. "I like the idea plus I'd rather my talent speak for itself," she said remembering the things they spoke about on the phone. After a few seconds, Korra stood up and extend her hand to her. "Alright I'm in."

Asami stood up when Korra did and shook her hand. She didn't know it would be that easy. If Korra had further questions Asami would have took her to the conference room to show her exactly what they had to offer. The outcome and the positive message behind it. This was unexpected to say the least. "Alright... a.. I will have my assistant draw up the paper work and send it to your home."

Korra gave her a nod in response. "Um..." she said trying to think of a right way to say this. "Thank you for not going all out with whole bells and whistles and just talking to me directly," she said noticing how people tried to push things off on her in the wrong way. "A lot of people would have tried a sales pitch and try to buy me off or something," she said knowing how crazy things were months before the draft. "Its refreshing to see someone just as passionate as me. I look forward to working with you."

"I look forward to working with you too," Asami said with a smile grateful she didn't take Korra into the conference room. "I know you're busy so I won't keep you any further."

"Yeah I gotta head to the training center in a few," Korra said glancing at her watch.

Asami walked Korra out of her office and toward the elevators. They walked passed the conference room with Asami praying no one would open the door.

At the elevators, Korra pressed the button and turned around to face Asami. "So when will my steak dinner be arriving?" she asked curiously leaning up against the wall.

"What do you mean?" Asami asked confused to what she meant.

Korra chuckled at her reaction. "Well I'm a sure thing at this point," she said referring to what Asami mention on the phone earlier. "I just wanted to know when I was going to be dined minus the wine," she said with a cheeky smirk.

Asami laughed remembering the little chat they had a couple hours ago. "If you're free tonight. I'll take you to a great restaurant to celebrate."

"Sounds good though a restaurant is kind of too much," Korra said considering the attire she had in her luggage. She didn't want to decline the outing since it would be nice to get a good meal in the city. "Just a nice chilled spot would do if that's cool with you."

Asami thought of a place with only one coming to mind. "I know just the place.." she said with a soft smile.

Korra smiled when she did and heard the doors to the elevator opening up beside her. "Great. I'll see you soon," she said walking inside. Her hand hovered over the control panel as her eyes were glued on Asami. "I should have a shit ton of questions for you by then anyway," she said with a grin before pressing the button to the first floor.

"I look forward to it," Asami said with a grin of her own as the doors closed.

Interviewer: "Dinner?"
Korra: "I was kidding but I'm not going to turn down a meal that's just rude."

Chan's Chicken Shack: 9:10 p.m.

Asami was sitting across from Korra in a booth. They were in a little spot she liked to go to on her cheat days: Chan's Chicken Shack. Asami could see Korra's eyes glued to the menu's up above. "You see something you want?"

Korra eyed number eight and number three the most. "Not sure.." she said seeing how it was going to clash with her diet. They had a range of food from traditional fire nation down to the nitty gritty that the southern tundra was known for. "I'll take number... eight. No three. No eight," she said finally making up her mind.

Asami giggled at her indecisiveness. "Alright," she said standing up and walking over to the counter to order their food. After a good 15 minutes, Asami gathered their food and brought it back to their booth. "Here is your hot wings," she said placing the container down in front of Korra.

"Thank you..." she said opening up. Korra licked her lips at the spread in front of her. "Never had fire nation hot wings before," she said rubbing her hands together before digging in.

"So how was the plane ride over here?" Asami asked opening up her own container of food.

Korra took a bite of one of her boneless wings and grabbed a napkin to wipe her finger tips off. "I stayed up for as long as I could before passing out."

Asami covered her mouth while she was chewing. "How can you sleep on a plane?" she asked curiously.

"It's pretty easy actually. I'm a heavy sleeper," she explained before taking a sip of her water. Korra patted her chest still feeling the sting the wings was causing. "I can sleep almost anywhere."

"What's the weirdest place you ever slept at?" Asami asked placing a straw in her drink.

Korra thought on it for a good minute before answering. "The weirdest place I passed out at was during a pool party my cousin had. I was on one of those little floating things knocked out," she said with a laugh. "They were throwing stuff at me to wake me up. It didn't work so my cousin jumped in the pool and tipped me over," she said recalling it like it was yesterday.

Asami giggled thoroughly amused at what happened. "Did you get them back?" she asked taking a bite of a fry.

"Eventually yeah. Took some doing, creativity and water balloons full of molasses but I got it done," Korra said with a devious smirk on her face. Her spirit cousins had it coming. They always had epic prank wars that would put others to shame. Before Asami could ask another question Korra held her hand up. "Hold on," she said getting up from the booth. She walked up to the counter and asked for a plastic fork and knife. If she had to eat these wings with her fingers any longer she would use up all the napkins they had.

Asami waited as she came back to the booth and sat down. "I wanted to know if there were any other sports you wanted to play aside from football."

Korra looked up from her container and thought about it. It was a question she expected but never gave that much thought to on her own. "If I could pick anything else it would probably be hockey," she said picking up a piece of chicken with her fork. "I'd be a goon more than anything."

"Why?" Asami asked not knowing that much about hockey.

"I just love contact sports plus growing up watching the mighty turtle ducks gets you pumped to go on the ice you know?" she said taking a bite of her food. Korra had a list of other sports she would play on any day but football would always be number one on her list.

Asami understood seeing how she grew up watching those films herself. "Did you have any questions for me?" she asked remembering what Korra said on the elevator.

Korra took another sip of her water before wiping off her hands again. "Yes. I wanna know how this is all gonna go. I seen plenty of documentaries before mostly on endangered polar bear dogs. A lot of people come down to the south just to hunt them. Sick bastards..." she said drifting off into thought. It made her sick to her stomach. "But I wanted to know how this one would go."

"It would be like any other documentary but extended. We'll wrap it all up into one season instead of a two hour movie," Asami explained trying to remember the outline she and her team had set up.

"22 weeks is a lot for a one season show though," Korra said popping a french fry in her mouth.

Asami took a pen from her purse and grabbed a napkin making out a rough sketch to show Korra. "It will be cut in half so 22 episodes for 22 weeks would be a half an hour each. Compacting it all into an hour which comes out to 11 for a full season," she said wondering if Korra understood. "We'll have plenty of material to go by," she assured with a smile.

Korra got the gist of it and gave her a nod in response. "That's smart. Who's gonna be following me?"

"I will have a small group with me so it won't be a distraction for you or anyone else on your team," she said remembering how the owner of the team was against it at first. Asami knew they didn't want all their secrets being handed off on a silver platter which she had to respect. Tricks of the trade had to remain a secret. "We'll only be following you from training camp to your preseason and regular season. Anything beyond that we will definitely discuss when the time comes," she said thinking on how it would probably be extended to a full blown 13 episode season if that was the case.

"Why do you want to do this?" Korra asked out of curiosity. "Documenting about football."

Asami flashed a warm smile at Korra and thought on her question carefully. "I've been looking for a show to do for a long time. Nothing came to mind. I wanted something that would make a difference, catch peoples attention and change their views in a more positive way. What better way to do that then to let people tell their story as it begins. To be up close and personal watching history in the making," she said thinking on tons of missed opportunities in the past. Half the media and report back in the day didn't want to shed light on things women did that men had dominated in. If it was reported it didn't seem to be that big of a deal til now. Seeing how no one put forth the effort to get the whole story they were left with a small picture or article of the break through achievements women made in a male dominated world.

Korra listen to the passion behind her words and wondered why she chose her to start her series with. "Is that what you see in me?"

"Of course," Asami replied with enthusiasm. The look on Korra's face didn't seem all that phased about it. "You're breaking down more barriers than you realize."

Korra sat there quiet for a few seconds before asking, "how so?" in a monotone of voice.

Asami raised a brow wondering if she said something wrong. "What do you mean 'how so'?"

"How am I breaking down barriers?" Korra asked not grasping at her excitement. She didn't play football to break down any barriers. She didn't work hard to be objectified as some sort of hero for a women's movement. She did it because she loved it. That was it.

"Aside from the obvious with you being a woman. Your talent is going to show the world that there shouldn't be any labels on to what anyone can do," she said knowing first hand growing up on how people would look at her for being more interested in cars than she was dolls. Asami dropped the pursuit of being an engineer to become a producer like her father. "It wouldn't limit anyone in any sport or field. You already proven that which is why you are where you are," she said realizing the kind of pressure that must have put on Korra.

Korra was amazed by her answer. "I never looked at it that way before," she said thinking on it more. If her being in the position she is now inspired anyone to accomplish their goals she was all for it.

Once they were finished eating, Asami paid despite Korra's insisting too.

"I got something for you," Korra said once Asami sat back down. She reached into her bag and took out the contract she got once she came back from the training center.

Asami looked at the contract and saw that Korra signed and initialed on every dotted line. "You read all of it?" she looked up at her surprised.

Korra took a swig of her water before wiping off her mouth. "Every detail. Like you said what better way to tell a story than when it first begins," she said rephrasing it in her own way. She raised up her water bottle and smiled, "to history in the making."

Asami was still stunned that her project was finally moving along. It was all thanks to Korra. "To history in the making," she said with a bright smile lifting up her own drink and nudging it against hers.

Interview: "Was this documentary what you thought it'd be?"
Korra: "You mean 'History in the making?'"
Interview: "Yes."
Korra: "You'll have to see for yourself," she said with a laugh.