Matt was sitting at his desk, wrestling with his paperwork. It was the most irritating part of his job. And he was sure his reports gave the chief headaches. But hell, he was a good cop. It wasn't his fault he could barely read or write. As he sat there, trying to make his report make sense, the man in the next desk looked up and whistled. "Whoo, ( Read more... )

Elle had eventually gotten exhausted and passed out. Matt really thought he should join her. But first... he really had to talk to someone. And it would be better for his health to do this over the phone. He gently closed the door to the bedroom and moved to the kitchen, dropping on a chair and pulling out his phone. He waited for the man to pick ( Read more... )

Continued from here."Maaaaaaatt!" There was a hammering on the door. "I'm gonna be late for school ( Read more... )

It had been a long, fruitless week. He and Hanson had found plenty of people who had seen Smith, even if they wouldn't admit it. He didn't need confessions, just thoughts. But none of them knew where he was now. Or any of his regular hideouts ( Read more... )

She was the last person he expected to see as he was sitting at his desk, painfully finishing up the paperwork for his last case. She'd seemed... pretty disappointed the last time they'd worked together. He wasn't sure what to think. Though the fact that she was making a beeline right towards him at least let him know that, yes, she was here for ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken Matt long to track down Ethan Stone. Knowing as much as he did about Casey's past helped. He'd given Case a line about working late, and taken a little drive. He was going to get to the bottom of this, one way or the other. And he was pretty damn sure that this Ethan jackass wasn't going to enjoy it one bit ( Read more... )

He'd had one of those rare occurrences, a day off, and so he'd decided to take advantage of it and do something nice for Case. He'd ordered a nice meal, which had just been delivered. His beautiful non-fiancee would be home in about ten minutes, barring any disasters showing up at the last minute, and everything was ready. The table was set, the ( Read more... )

OOC: Based on discussions for family-legacy. This may or may not have ever happened.Daphne had drifted off to sleep a few minutes ago. Matt smiled drowsily at her. She was so beautiful, and all his. He reached out and tenderly brushed a bit of her flyaway mop of hair out of her face. He could really get used to this ( Read more... )

Matt dragged himself out of bed at the frantic pounding on the door. He'd only been asleep for an hour; he'd been pulling night shifts the past week, and he'd gotten home, for once, before Mohinder left for class. So he'd been up a bit later, and Mohinder'd been running very late. He couldn't say he was sorry ( Read more... )

Matt sat on the edge of the bed, nudging one of his unpacked boxes with his foot. He'd never planned to take over Mohinder's room, and he wasn't going to make anything permanent. Not yet. But the man was right; healing gunshot wounds would have been even less pleasant if he'd been sleeping on the couch ( Read more... )