"So Jess was keepin' an eye out here?" Matt asked. He sat on the stairs beneath his flat where the medic had treated him. Despite his instance of his condition, Becker somehow overruled him.

Becker nodded. "She thought Ethan might come after you."

"Remind me to thank her the next time I see her." Matt said.

"We'll move Ethan into a secure cell when we get back to the ARC." Becker informed.

"Keep him cuffed. I don't care if the cells secure, I don't him killing people inside the ARC." Matt ordered.

"Wasn't planning on taking them off." Becker replied. "It's unfortunate shooting him at a higher setting is out of the question."

Matt chuckled lightly. "If it were, I get to shoot him."

"How's that?" Becker asked.

Matt looked up from the floor. "Was that a serious question?"

Becker shook his head. "Where's Emily?"

"Upstairs, probably asleep by now." Matt explained.

"How bad were her injuries?"

"Lacerations on her palm's. Apparently she cracked one of glass shelves over Ethan's face. Cut her palms pretty good. Bruising on her back, but no trauma from the fall. Bruised ribs. Possible concussion, and bruising of her larynx." Matt explained.

"Damnit." Becker muttered.

Matt nodded. He rose to his feet wincing. He placed a hand over the bandages the medic had wrapped around his head.

"And yours?"

"Concussion." Matt answered. "Thanks for shootin' him by the way."

"Truthfully I was aiming for you." Becker replied.

Matt's eyes narrowed.

Becker smirked. "I'll see at the ARC tomorrow."

Matt nodded. He turned and walked up the stairs. He heard Becker leave the room. Matt grabbed the railing and used it to keep himself balanced as he walked up the stairs. He'd failed to mention his knee injury to Becker. His knee ached as he applied weight with each step. He walked up the steps to his flat.

As he reached the last step onto the flat, Matt noticed Emily's figure out on the terrace. He frowned and walked out onto the terrace. He limped across toward the railing. Emily was leaning against the railing, staring out at the city.

"I thought you'd be asleep." Matt said.

Emily turned her head slowly. She shook slightly. "No."

"How're you feeling?" Matt asked.

Emily shrugged slightly. "Sore, but I'll live." Her eyes drew to his head. "You?"

"I've had worse." Matt answered.

"Somehow I believe it." Emily replied.

Matt smirked. He gently took Emily's arm. "C'mon. Let's get you inside."

Emily reached with her bandaged hand. "Matt, you almost died today."

"So did you." Matt replied.

Emily shook her head. "But Ethan wasn't expecting me. He came here to kill you. If anything, Jessica's intuition and my presence kept us alive. But what I hadn't been here? What if Jess hadn't thought it best to watch your flat? You would've died and it would be my fault."

"But he didn't. And it wouldn't be your fault Emily. Never think that for an instant." Matt said.

"Ethan discovered where you lived because of me, how can you not say it's my fault?" Emily demanded.

"Because it's true." Matt said. He reached up, cupping her cheek in his hand. "Because I willingly let you stay with me. I knew there was a chance Ethan would come after me before today. I willingly put my safety aside because I couldn't let him hurt you, Emily. No matter what happens to me, it will never be your fault."

"I thought I'd lost you today." Emily whispered.

Matt released Emily. He slowly drew her into his arms. Her head rested against his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her back. "You'll never lose me."