[ Since the very beginning, Matt always had a special way of saying his name and making it sound so important as if he just enjoyed the feel of it. While not exactly same, his name filling the air now rang with some of the old Matt-ness and it rose a lump so quickly in his throat he thought he might either sob or be sick. Maybe both? He couldn't really wrap his mind around the current issue or situation. He needed more time to clue into which one it might be.

Mouth hanging open just a little, he tried to work out things quickly, knowing he needed to figure it out for both of their sake. If the illusion turned out to be real, of course. A trick, perhaps, someone else pretending to be Matt to try and sway him away from his current case.

He always seemed to attach himself to the dangerous ones.

Not just cases either. ]

Who - I don't understand. [ He took another small step forward, hands clenched at his sides. ]

Matt? I - you died. You died! I buried you. I buried you! I haven't slept since then. Not really. I - can't - I can't - Damn it!