Questioning My Career: Judgment in error & errors in judgmen

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As the silence fell James allowed it to, he was calm as he sat back in his seat, his hands behind his head as he settled back - he didn’t mind quiet, plus being the quiet type, the observer - made him quite good at certain things. He knew Matt was thinking, probably way too much for his own good, the dogs content that Matt was fully sniffed slumped down on the ground happily - James rolled his eyes at them. Although the silence was comfortable James’ gaze fell on Matt and he knew Matt would just sit there all night if he could “You want something to eat?” he offered stretching his legs and standing “I got some decent things if you want?” he asked.

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notes: I think it's safe to say we should skip to that thing in the morning? Feel free to accept his food or whatever you choose and just skip to morning (Not too far ahead though mind) and I'll fill in the gaps???

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[Matthew Cole]

Matt was the only one of the pair to find himself feeling awkward in the silence.

But then again there was little reason for James to feel awkward. This was his house, this was his home and he was not the one sitting in somebody else living room with questions hanging over his head.

But like any good host James soon broke the silence with the offer of something to eat.  

"Oh, no thanks, Man." Matt replied, the thought of food really did not appeal to him right now.

"I could use a drink though, if you don't mind." He said, running a hand through his hair. 

He had only had a few mouthfuls out of the bottle of water James had given him a short while ago, before he had left it behind in his own car.

The next morning Matt woke up on the couch, laying on his side with a blanket pulled over his shoulder.

For a split second his mind tried to work out if it had been dreaming the troublesome uncertainties or if they were in fact real as it switched from REM sleep to consciousness. But the question was just as quickly answered when Matt opened his eyes to find himself in James' house and not his own apartment.

Matt sat up and pushed the blanket off as James came into the room. 

He had no idea what time in the morning it was, nor did he remember actually going to sleep the night before.

Even though James had sat up with him until late and had offered him the guest room, Matt had decided to stay up sitting on the couch for a little while longer. 

But if he had pulled the blanket over himself and decided to sleep on the couch, or if James had put it over him in the night after he had simply dozed off was not in his recollection.

"Hey, man." Matt greeted in a groggy, half asleep tone.

He craned his head and rubbed his neck to losses himself, before standing and folding the blanket.

 "Thanks for letting me crash here." He said looking to James, now fully awake.

   

It was not much later before Matt's cell began to ring and it did not take him long to answer it, "Hello? Yes, Sir. Any news?...No, yeah, I know...No-yeah, I understand. Let me know as soon as you hea-...I know. Bye."

Exhaling Matt put his phone away and looked to James, "They're still conducting a couple of interviews with original witnesses." He informed James, before sighing and lightly shaking his head. How long was this going to take?

Matt showered and dried before he sat with James at the table for breakfast, choosing to only have a slice of lightly buttered toast, cut in half to make 2 triangles.

He had nearly finished his breakfast when his phone range again, "Hello?" He said, putting it to his ear.

It only took a moment for a frown to form on his ashen expression.

Matt leaned forwards, resting his elbow on the table and rubbing his hand through his hair as he listened, "Are you sure?"

His body language and tone made it painfully clear that good news was not coming from the other end of the phone.      

When the call was over Matt let go of the phone, dropping it in the middle of the table as if it was radio active or something.

He sat back in his chair and looked to James with the same indescribable expression he had when he walked out of his CO's office yesterday, "Evan Cooper has just been exonerated." 

Matt sprang to his feet, taking a step backwards away from the table, "He wasn't the guy."

Matt raised both hands to his head and gripped the back of his hair, "He's been in jail for four years and he's not the guy."

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When Matt naturally declined his offer of food but accepted his offer of a drink James obliged, the good thing was James had NO alcohol in his house, at all - not even a chocolate with a bit of alcohol in it, he dreaded the day his kids grew old enough to drink themselves but he’d cross that bridge when it came to it. But he was also glad because it meant it left no room for temptation for either him or his guests, especially those guests who were at huge crossroads. Already after 7pm when James found Matt, a good few hours had passed since then, James stayed up til 1am just engaging in small talk until he realised he needed to attempt sleep, Matt had declined the guest room but James had left his dogs with him rather than force them into the study, normally when he had guests he had them ‘wait’ in the study and the door would be wide open but these dogs would stay in there, like a hidey hole. But cause James was worried for Matt he just let the dogs stay, taking only Echo upstairs with him, the least easily calmed of the six. Sleep used to be difficult for James when he lost Mya, after his crash and trying to get into a new and completely different routine was huge, and sleep was the hardest thing for him, most of the time running on very little sleep so at 5am when James woke up, running on very little sleep was natural to him, But thanks to his job with the SRU he learned to manage, learned to force sleep into his routine to cope with the demands of his work. His 5am drills took place as normal in the garden before entering the lounge where he saw Matt just getting up "Hey, man." James gave a nod “Hey” he greeted, he’d left Matt on the couch, figuring he’d sort himself out eventually  "Thanks for letting me crash here."

James gave a nod “No problem” he ordered the dogs into the garden to do their business, they each had a chip in their neck which allowed them to enter in and out via the dog door in the kitchen, but the door was also alarmed and very secure, plus no one could really grab the dogs without getting maimed so there was no chance of someone using them to break in.

As the last of the dogs left James heard Matt’s phone ring and regarded him quietly "Hello? Yes, Sir. Any news?...No, yeah, I know...No-yeah, I understand. Let me know as soon as you hea-...I know. Bye." As Matt put his phone away James quirked a quizzical eyebrow "They're still conducting a couple of interviews with original witnesses." James nodded “Just wait I guess” he said softly, it was clear by his expression it was frustrating him, James couldn’t blame him. Breakfast at 7am, normally at 6 but James had taken his time this morning, especially as 9am was his normal start time, thanks to being a single father, it was small talk and eating until just as they nearly finished and Matt got a call, James busied himself tidying away the breakfast things, his ears open, besides he could still see Matt from his vantage point "Hello?" "Are you sure?" The tone made James put things down and lean forward on the counter with his elbows as he clasped his hands together and watched cautiously, as the call was done it was very clear this was not good news “Matt?” he asked softly, when Matt looked to him James could easily tell what was coming "Evan Cooper has just been exonerated." As Matt sprang to his feet James stepped around the counter and approached stopping within reach and pushed hands into his pockets, his neutral stance he always took "He wasn't the guy." James remained silent for a moment "He's been in jail for four years and he's not the guy." James removed one hand from his pocket and firmly gripped Matt’s shoulder “Take it easy okay, just stay calm buddy” he gently guided Matt out of the kitchen, through the corridoor and back into the lounge where he gently pushed Matt to sit on the couch, he sat himself on the coffee table opposite so that he was directly in front of him “Breathe, We’ll figure it out alright?” he gently gripped Matt’s shoulder again just as his cellphone rang “Sorry” he stood and moving aside he pulled it out of his pocket and put it to his ear as he kept his gaze on Matt “Reagan, yes sir, no he’s at my place” James held a beat and rubbed his eyes “Sir I don’t-” he was cut off and exhaled through his nose as he listened to the voice on the other end silently, clearly not impressed with what he was hearing, the sense in James knowing it was all wrong but duty forcing him to listen “Yes sir, right away sir” he hung up and approaching he pocketed his cellphone and crouched down as he tried to catch Matt’s eyes “I got to go okay? I’ll lock the dogs in their pen, you stay here as long as you need” he gently patted Matt’s shoulder before exiting the lounge.

Really, he didn't want to leave Matt, he was in no state and James' natural instinct knew Matt was screwed if left to his own devices, James himself knew what it was like to be completely out of it - even before his wife died he'd been out of it enough times.

Going into the garden he called the dogs into the huge pen at the bottom of the garden, filling the water trough and leaving some food out he locked the gate and secured it before heading back inside.

The pen was only used if James had guests who likely wouldn't be able to handle the dogs alone, very few could handle the dogs without the need to lock them up - it wasn't that James didn't trust Matt but it was more the fact matt was in no state clearly! if the dogs went off on one Matt would not be able to calm them down.

Locking the kitchen door and securing the dog door he went back to the lounge “TVs there, help yourself to... whatever...I’ll call to check in” he knew Matt probably wasn’t even hearing him “Take it easy okay” he mumbled before exiting, stopping only to grab his pre-packed backpack he’d left by the door the night before.

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[Matthew Cole]

Matt pulled back as James reached out his hand.
It was nothing personal, he was just starting to get 'a little out of it' and had pulled away on primal instinct. 

But he did not pull away when James reached out again, firmly gripped his shoulder.

“Take it easy okay, just stay calm buddy”

Matt just followed James' lead as he guided him to the living room and onto the couch.

Matt put his hands on his temples and gently rocked for a second, before lowering his arms and looking at James on the coffee table directly in front of him.

“Breathe, We’ll figure it out alright?”

Matt nodded, with his eyes slightly misted.

He was fully out of it now.

James was the voice of reason right now, and at this moment Matt would pretty much go along with whatever he said.

He took in a couple of deep breaths, trying to not completely freak out. He had no idea how they were going to figure this out, but holding it together was the first place to start.

Matt put his elbows on his knees, resting his hands over his mouth and nose as he watched James on the phone. 

“Reagan, yes sir, no he’s at my place” Sir I don’t-” “Yes sir, right away sir”

Matt could see what James was going to say, but he could not or did not fault him for it. The job's the job and he understood that without question. 

“I got to go okay? I’ll lock the dogs in their pen, you stay here as long as you need”

Matt just sat there, he was still in shock and non-talkative. 

He let his gaze zone out while his mind switched to process mode as James left the room to secure the dogs.

“TVs there, help yourself to... whatever...I’ll call to check in” James said, returning to the room for a moment. “Take it easy okay”

"Yeah, thanks." Matt mumbled, half absentmindedly.

It was not until James was grabbing his bag, about to walk out of the door that Matt called out, remembering his car was still currently parked at the top of make out point, "Hey, I need to come in."

Yes, his CO had told him to come in when he called to give him the news.
There were a lot of officials that Matt needed to talk to, a lot of statements he would have to give and a lot of questions he would have to answer over all of this.  

"I gotta go to PD and face the circus." He said grimly, as he came out to James.

And that was what it was,
a circus of interviews and statements.
Sitting in a room for hours on end giving interviews and statements over and over again to face after face.

Finally it stopped and Matt was let out of the room, a little drained and a little wrung out. 

       

He walked through the building and sauntered over to where James was working, coming to a stop and leaning inside the door frame.

He had seen James a couple of times throughout the day but mostly only from the other side of glass. 

The pair had been able to speak once or twice during the course of the day, but it had mostly been looks and brief gestures 
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through opposite sides of said glass as the interviwes went on. 

"Hey, Man." He said casually.   

He did not look too bad and he had been holding up fairly well all day, considering. But then again he had had to. Step one was hold it together, right? 

"There done with me for today so I'm gonna get out of here." He said keeping James in the loop.

It was almost home time but he was a little tired to hange around and wait for James. 

"Do you mind if go back to your place and wait for you? I'll tell you what happened when you get home." He said with little life in his voice. He was obviously crushed, but he was somehow keeping it together.

"Do you have a key?"

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As James opened his front door he heard Matt call out, good thing he had good hearing "Hey, I need to come in." James turned to see Matt come out of the lounge "I gotta go to PD and face the circus." James gave a nod.

The drive to the PD was only 20 minutes and there was no need to talk, it was just one of those drives where no one wanted to talk, besides James technically was now not able to talk to Matt too much about the impending ‘interveiw’ that he’d have to go through now that he’d been called in.

James was at his desk most of the day, passing the interveiw room now and again as he worked as it happened to be ‘on the way’ to most rooms he needed to go to, exchanging only looks and gestures - the rule still applied, James could not talk to him yet.

Most of the day had passed and it was almost a few hours before the end of shift when Matt approached "Hey, Man." “hey” James replied dropping his pen on the table sitting back in his seat crossing his arms across his chest as he studied Matt, the bullpen was fairly empty now with most of the detectives off doing something or other and some probably gone home early. "Do you mind if go back to your place and wait for you? I'll tell you what happened when you get home." James nodded “sure” He could tell his tone wasn’t good but at least in a few hours James would be able to go check in on him "Do you have a key?" James nodded, leaning forward he reached into his bottom desk drawer and from a box inside he pulled out a set of keys, popping one off he held it out “Here, I’ll call you when I’m on my way okay” he said softly, he was concerned but he kept his thoughts to himself.

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[Matthew Cole]

“sure” “Here, I’ll call you when I’m on my way okay”

"Thanks." Matt said, taking the key and walking out.

He made his way back the way he had just came, swapping a nod with one of his colleague as they passed each other and trying to ignore the glances and sideways looks coming from a few of the others as he walked.

Matt hailed a cab and just managed to get back to James' place before rush hour traffic hit.

He slipped the key in the lock and let himself in, as strange as it was going in someone else home before them.

He closed the door and hung his jacket up before going to the living room.

He could hear the dogs barking, and as much as the dog lover in him wanted to let them out, he know it was not his place to do so.

Even with the barking the silence was too much right now. 

Matt picked up the remote and switched the tv on to act as white noise, leaving it on whatever channel it was already on from the day before.

He gently tossed the remote back onto the couch and began slowly taking a few steps, walking about the room in an off beat form of pacing.

After a short while he made his way into the kitchen, opening the top cupboards one at a time to see what he could make.

Again, it felt a little weird but he was a welcomed guest and James had told him to.

After just a couple of minutes Matt has scrounged together the ingredients to make himself a ham sandwich.

He sat at the table and ate half his meal before the sound from the news caused him to put down his sandwich and return to the living room.    

His eyes fell on the screen as he entered the room, locking onto the news anchor as she spoke from the studio. 

"...released from prison after being proven innocent, following  the discovery of evince that was brought to light via new forensic techniques that simply did not exist those four years ago. Mr. Cooper gave this emotional statement at a press release earlier today. A warning this video dose contain flashing images."    

Matt whitened as he stood several feet away from the tv and watched. His stomach tightening in a way he had never felt before: 

Cameras flashed as Evan and his spokesman stood in front of a podium of microphones, "Evan Hubert Cooper Exonerated"  was the large caption at the top of the screen, while a small banner scrolled across the bottom of the screen with key information and snippet of quotes.

"Four years ago I was accused and convicted of a crime that I did not commit. I said again and again that I was the wrong man and fought to try and prove my innocence..."

Matt felt the strength drain out of him as he saw the face of the man he had wrongly sent to jail for the 1st time since it had happed.

His eyes teared up and his jaw slackened as he took a few deep and slow breaths through his mouth. The overwhelming guilt instantly filling him inside.

It had all been real to Matt, but until that moment it had only been a name. Now, now he was looking at a face and it suddenly got very, very real.

For a moment he was fixed to the spot as if his feet were cemented to the floor, unable to move even if he wanted to. 

He listened to the statement, his guilt and remorse saturating him deeper and deeper as he looked at Evan's face and expressions as he read out his statment, every word cutting like a knife.

After the news piece ended Matt stood there for a moment, blinking back the tears and trying to get hold of himself.

Matt had been through some rough times lately, especially with Christopher's murder and his own suspension three months ago. 

But in the past three months things had settled down. Matt had gotten back on his feet again, really gotten back on his feet  

Unfortunately life had a way of knocking you down when you get up, and this one hit him hard.

It knocked him off his axle and send him reeling.  

He tore away from the spot and waked away from the tv.
Grabbing the first thing his hand found he scrawled a note, "Not here. Had to get out." and left the house.

He did not know where he was going he just had to get out, he needed air, needed to walk...needed to make things right but there was no way he could and he knew it.

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The TV was still playing when James returned home, the dogs still manically barking - he could tell when they’d been barking a while, dumping his backpack in the corridoor he walked into the kitchen so that he could signal them to shush and spotted the half eaten sandwich on the table, he glanced at the door, approaching he waved to to the dogs and gave them a signal to silence - to which they obliged - that’s when he heard the breaking news story and as he entered the lounge he cringed at what he could see on the screen, this was not good … Not good at all “MATT?” he called out as he turned to look out the doorway up in the direction of the stairs “Matt buddy?” he shook his head, he could tell Matt wasn’t around. Pulling out his cellphone he spotted the note on the side table and sighed “Come on buddy don’t do anything stupid” he murmured, he really hoped that Matt hadn’t gone to a bar. He checked his watch, Matt had left at 5pm arriving at his at probably 5:20pm, his shift had finished at 6:30pm meaning that the news at 6pm had started - clearly, it was now quarter to 7 so they’d repeat the 6pm ‘breaking news’ inbetween segments - it was details like this that helped James have an idea of how far to go. Hitting dial James placed the phone to his ear “Matt?” he asked before realising it was the answer phone, with no rings it was clear the phone was off “Matt, it’s James, Call me” he exhaled, pocketing his cellphone he snatched up the remote from where it was and switched off the TV - the noise far too much for him now that he was thinking. Shaking his head he realised he had no choice he headed back out, he didn’t like it but he had to, Matt was in a dangerous place clearly, else he wouldn’t have disappeared.

In his car he drove around checking the local bars, diners, clubs going in a certain direction purposely so that he could go to Matt’s apartment halfway, getting inside the block was easy with his ID, hammering on the door he got no reply and left, but after another while of driving James had a bad feeling, that feeling was hightened when at one of the last bars he spotted Matt’s car, going inside he quizzed the bar owner who told him that Matt had walked off after a while at his bar.

Returning to the apartment and getting back inside the block he hammered on the door again “MATT?!” he called out and heard something faint - confirming James' suspicions "MATT! Open the door!"

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[Matthew Cole]

Once Matt had walked to the end of the block the haze in his mind cleared just a little bit.

He still had no idea where he was heading or what he was going to do but the air was doing him good so he just kept walking and walking.

Walking until he found himself near his own neighborhood.

The thought to go back to his apartment crossed his mind but he decided against it. Wanting more air he chose to make his way to make out point instead, what was about another 20-30 minute walk from where he found himself.

Reaching his car he pulled out his keys and started driving aimlessly like he had done yesterday.

He whispered to himself and talked to God as he drove around and around and around.

But in the end he gave in to temptation and pulled up outside of a bar, as much as he had tried to fight the idea.

Matt was not one for bars or strong drinks. 

Usually he just stuck to having a cold one at home at the end of the day or at a friends house if he did not have to work or drive. But right now Matt was overwhelmed, he had so much guilt inside himself and he did not know how to deal with it, and he was reeling.

He sat at the bar and nursed a couple of real drinks for a while before his dislike for being in bars got the better of him. 

Knowing he could not drive now that he had had a couple, he simply began walking in the general direction of his apartment. But to his own shame and disappointment he stopped off in a liquor store and bought a bottle, drinking a mouthful of it here and there as he made his way home.

He was half drunk by the time he reached his door and let himself in. 

He hung up his jacket then just stood there for a moment, the weight of everything crushing down on him.

He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling his legs weakening under him.

He leaned back against the wall allowing himself so slide down it, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled towards his body and cried for a little bit.

Feeling defeated he simply gave in and took a couple of hardy mouthfuls from the bottle, which would inevitably break his rule of 'drink but don't get drunk' once it made its way around his system. And around his system it went, making him drunk for one of the very few times in his life. 

He stayed there on the floor near the door, continuing to lightly sip from the bottle as who knows how much time passed.

Then after a while came a pounding on the door, “MATT?!”

Matt grimaced slightly, cocking his head and looking at the door as if to say what's your problem? 

"MATT! Open the door!" 

He furrowed his brow again, "It's open, man."
Seriously just knock, no need to make such a fuss about it, sheesh! 

The door opened, coming parallel to the front of Matt's legs, blocking him from James' view the few seconds it took him so step inside and close the door again.

"Down here." He said casually, before James would walk straight past him.

Admittedly on the floor next to the coat hooks was not the first place someone might look.

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"It's open, man." well at least he was awake James grumbled as he clicked the door open and entered "Down here." closing the door James looked down at Matt, the smell of booze easily making him wrinkle his nose - Shaking his head he dropped his backpack down on the ground in the corner and leaning down he pulled Matt to his feet and guided him to the lounge, one thing he wouldn’t do or allow would leave Matt in a vulnerenable place down on the ground like that, dropping him on the couch he shook his shoulder “How many have you had?” he asked, fighting against the smell.

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[Matthew Cole]

"Hey man." Matt said before he took another small sip from his bottle as James dropped his backpack and shook his head.

"I left you a note so you wouldn't have to come look for me."

Matt groaned lightly as he felt James grab his clothes. 

He was perfectly happy sitting there on the floor, well, not happy. He was far from happy that was for sure, but he was perfectly comfortable. But he knew what was coming and before he could protest James hauled him up.

Matt walked with James over to the couch and plopped himself onto it with no protest and little drunken staggering.

“How many have you had?”

"Two or three at the bar and this." He said, holding up the bottle to show James how much had gone out of it...a good few drinks.

Something he was not proud of, but not something he was going to lie about.

Matt lowered his eyes, "I was driving around and then..." He raised the bottle a little to make his point. 

"And I came back here...and here I am." He said, taking another tinny sip from the bottle.

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On the couch.

James regarded him, his gaze not accusing, he did understand in a way but it didn't make it okay "Two or three at the bar and this." James rose a brow, he knew Matt wasn’t that type of drinker "I was driving around and then..." Brought the bottle, James figured that "And I came back here...and here I am." James grabbed a stool from the corner and planting it front of Matt he sat on it but not too close that he got too much of the alcohol smell “What’s going on? Talk to me.” he asked, yes he was going to play the innocence card, he wanted Matt to tell him.

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“What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Matt did not really know what to say. What was there he could say? 

He had made a judgment in error accusing an innocent man, and in reaction to that he had made a host of errors in judgment landing him half drunk on the couch with a bottle of hooch in his hand. 

He did not really want to talk about it right now. No that was not true either, he was not ready to talk about it right now.
He felt so much cripplingly guilty over his innocent, but monumental mistake...and it wasn't exactly his best moment making James come over to check on him like this either.

"I just...I just saw his face on the news, you know?" Matt said, looking James in the eye again.

"I ju..." He let out a sigh.

Matt shrugged after a moment, "I just needed to get out of the house." Was all he had to say for himself.

Anyone else might have taken Matt's slightly offhand attitude the wrong way, but James knew him enough to know that it had more to do with the drink and his 'suppression mechanism' he had rather than his actual attitude, because he had seen how he reacted, and how long it had taken him to start letting out the grief after Chris' death three months ago.

And right now Matt was falling, he was questioning everything he knew and it would take a bit of time and patience before he opened those floodgates and let that grief out too.   

"...I left you a note." He repeated, forgetting that he had already said that. 

The alcohol was obviously starting to play on his faculties and would only get worse as what he had already drunk slowly absorbed it's way into his system.

Not to mention the fact that he still had the bottle in his had, and had taken a couple of sips since James had been there.     

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"I just...I just saw his face on the news, you know?" James knew what he meant, it was one thing to have the name, but to see the person’s face just … it makes it far more real "I ju..." "I just needed to get out of the house." James regarded him quietly, he’d known Matt only a short time - but learned a lot about him, enough to know that this something else entirely. "...I left you a note." James shook his head “Matt, put the bottle down” he said softly “Talk, tell me about this guy? What’s the story” If he kept Matt talking he’d understand and maybe help Matt sort through the stuff in his head, although he knew it might be difficult cause his head was now clouded with booze but worth a try he figured. But he wouldn’t try to take the bottle off him, not just yet.

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“Matt, put the bottle down”

Matt kept hold of the bottle but casually rested it on the seat next to himself as if deciding he would not drink any more, but keeping hold of it by the neck so that James could not take it. 

He simply looked at James and carried on as if it hadn't been said.

“Talk, tell me about this guy? What’s the story”

Matt exhaled, almost shaking his head to himself, "He was just your average Joe, you know? Normal guy like you or me. Married with his own painting/decorating business, nothing fancy..." 

Matt paused for a brief moment before continuing, "There was a called out to small family store, home invasion deal. The couple lived above the store and someone broke in...The woman was home alone and he tied her up, waved a baseball bat around scared her half to death." 

Matt sighed again, gently moving in his seat to get comfortable, "Anyway, it was tossed my way..."

He paused for another brief moment, his eyes darkening a little, "I started working the case. Cooper was a person of interest and I followed that lead." He snorted, lightly shaking his head at himself, "And I stuck on it..."

Well one more mouthful...then that would be it.

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James watched Matt move the bottle, he didn’t persue it, he knew better "He was just your average Joe, you know? Normal guy like you or me. Married with his own painting/decorating business, nothing fancy..." James nodded "There was a called out to small family store, home invasion deal. The couple lived above the store and someone broke in...The woman was home alone and he tied her up, waved a baseball bat around scared her half to death." James rose a brow but said nothing, letting Matt speak "Anyway, it was tossed my way..." James studied him, he seemed to change slightly "I started working the case. Cooper was a person of interest and I followed that lead." "And I stuck on it..." James was quiet for a moment as he watched Matt “Tell me more about the case, why you decided he was good for it” he pushed gently, okay maybe helping Matt think it through might help in some way, even if he hated him for it.

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