Mahoney double-checked the address before knocking on Murdock's apartment door. He wasn't surprised when Foggy answered the door instead of his partner. Those two had a serious bromance going on.

"Is that Bess's famous chicken casserole?" Foggy asked as he motioned Mahoney through the door. He took a deep breath in through his nose and let out an appreciative 'mmm' of approval.

"Yes, and it's for the temporarily laid up, not his eternally ravenous partner," Mahoney replied.

"Smells good, Sergeant," Murdock said from where he was lounging on the sofa, "but your mother didn't need to cook for me."

"You can try telling her that, but it would be a waste of time," Mahoney replied as Foggy led him into the kitchen.

"You want some now, Matt? It's still warm," Foggy asked hopefully.

"Would you like to join us for some of your mother's casserole, Sergeant?" Murdock asked. He pushed himself up from the sofa with a slight wince and shuffled over to the table. Foggy seemed to take that as a yes on serving the casserole and pulled down some plates with a grin.

"Naw, I've got to be at work in a few. Was kind of surprised when Mom told me you were already out of the hospital and roped me into bringing this by," Mahoney said. "Guess that nurse didn't tie you to the bed well enough."

"By the time I arrived this morning, he was already dressed and ready to go," Foggy said with a disapproving frown in Murdock's direction. "If he'd had his cell phone, I have no doubt that he would have called a cab and left before I got there."

"The doctor said I was fine," Murdock replied in a long-suffering tone. He and Foggy must have already had this discussion a time or three. "I've got all the meds they told me take and promised to go back if my temperature spikes."

"The doctor said that he thought the chances of infection were negligible, but they'd like to keep you another day to be sure," Foggy corrected. He carried Matt's plate to the table with a glass of juice. "And the only meds you've taken are the antibiotics. I've yet to see you touch the pain meds." Foggy turned to Mahoney. "And they gave him the good stuff, too."

"You don't want to see a blind man try to walk when he's spaced out from pain meds," Murdock replied. "Falling flat on my face wouldn't help my stiches."

Once again, Mahoney wondered just how blind Murdock was. He had no doubt there was some vision loss. The doctors would certainly have noticed if he were lying about that. But if Murdock was Daredevil, there had to be some vision. Maybe just shadows or vague outlines. Something that told him where the bad guys were and what they were doing. Not that Mahoney could think of any way to prove how much or how little vision Murdock actually had without making it an official investigation. At least, not any way that wouldn't end up with him looking completely insensitive to a handicap person or in court being sued by two infuriated lawyers (regardless of how much they liked his mother's casserole).

Foggy huffed a bit as he returned to the kitchen to fix himself a plate. "Sure you don't want some, Brett? At least have something to drink. Guess beer is out since you're on your way to work, but we have juice and water."

"Water's fine," Mahoney said. He still had a few minutes before he needed to head to the precinct.

"Emm, is really good," Murdock mumbled around his first bite. "Be sure to thank Bess for me."

"Yeah, me, too," Foggy said as he joined Matt at the table. He motioned for Mahoney to join them at the table. "How'd Bess know Matt was in the hospital – or, out of it, as the case may be?"

"Nothing happens in Hell's Kitchen without that woman knowing about it," Mahoney said. "Why do you think we stayed in trouble when we were kids?"

"Maybe you should get her on the police payroll. Could save a fortune on informants," Foggy said.

Mahoney snorted. "Don't give her any ideas. If she didn't have bad knees, she'd be out there with that Daredevil character, beating some poor mugger with her umbrella and threatening to tell his momma what she'd just caught him doing."

Murdock must have tried to laugh just as he swallowed, because he suddenly started to cough. Foggy was more fortunate and just cackled in delight. "There'd be a lot fewer criminals if they had to endure the lectures we had as kids."

Mahoney nodded in agreement. "You okay there, Murdock? Didn't tear any stiches loose, did you?"

Murdock had one arm had over his stomach but was grinning. "No, just didn't expect that sort of imagery."

Foggy started chortling harder. "Yeah, just picture this middle age woman in a flowered dress, leaping from one building to the next and then shaking her finger in some guy's face after hitting him over the head with her purse."

Matt gasped a little as he tried not to laugh. "Don't make me laugh, Foggy. Clair won't be happy if she has to come sew me back up before I've even been out of the hospital for a day."

Mahoney couldn't suppress a small smile of his own. It was strange seeing the two partners together like this. More like getting together with his buddies after work. God help him if any of his work-buddies found out he was hanging out with two defense attorneys though, especially one that might be a vigilante, blind or not.

Watching them like this, though, made him second guess himself once again. Murdock just seemed so normal. Not the type that would want to sneak out late at night and beat up bad guys. Didn't mean he'd completely given up on the idea though.

"So, how are things at the 15th?" Foggy asked Mahoney. "Anything interesting that we should know about?"

"Nothing to get you lawyer types all hot and bothered over. Been busy since the Devil disappeared though," Mahoney said. He wasn't above a few subtle (or not so subtle) comments to help his on-going crusade to determine if Murdock really was Daredevil. "Can't decide if it's an answered prayer or demonic retribution."

"Daredevil disappeared?" Foggy asked, though he didn't sound surprised. Murdock seemed more interested in his food, though it was hard to tell with those dark glasses on.

"Haven't seen hide nor hair of him since he got injured at that pawn-shop, hostage situation," Mahoney said.

Foggy narrowed his eyes as he shot a glare in Murdock's direction. "Injured, huh? When did that happen?"

"Few nights ago," Mahoney replied. Murdock seemed almost too disinterested. "Night before Murdock here got put into the hospital, actually."

"If he was injured, then he's probably just recuperating," Murdock said with a shrug. "He'll show back up eventually."

"Probably sooner than a reasonable person would after being injured," Foggy grumbled.

"I'm sure he'll take reasonable precautions," Murdock replied.

"I'm fairly sure he thinks he's indestructible and has the narcissistic belief that he's the only one who can save Hell's Kitchen," Foggy replied. He waved a hand in Mahoney's direction. "We do have a competent police force, you know. Especially now that the dirty cops are out of the picture."

"Which wouldn't have happened without the Devil's help," Murdock replied. His tone was casual, but his grip on his fork was tense.

"I'll grant you that, Counsellor," Foggy said archly. "But the horns are still ridiculous."

"And I'll concede that point, Counsellor," Murdock replied with half grin, tension diffused.

Mahoney was left with very little doubt as to Murdock's relationship with Daredevil. The glares that Foggy threw Murdock's direction were a dead giveaway. He hoped that Foggy wasn't that transparent if he ever got put on the witness stand.

"Maybe Bess could stand in until Daredevil is back on his feet," Foggy said with a smirk at Mahoney. "Give it a trial run, see how she likes the job."

"If it worked out, the Devil might be able to retire permanently," Murdock said with a half grin that Mahoney recognized from late night, dark alleys.

"If you two are through coming up with ways for my mom to give me heart-failure, I should probable get going," Mahoney said, pushing himself to his feet." He pointed a warning finger at Foggy. "Remember that casserole is for the injured guy, not the injured guy's greedy partner."

"Hey, I've got to keep my strength up. Playing warden to Houdini over there is hard work," Foggy protested. He stood to walk Mahoney to the door.

"I promised not to go back to work until Monday," Murdock said in his defense.

"It's Saturday. That's only two days after being cut open and having your inside rearranged," Foggy reminded him in an unimpressed tone.

"Good luck with the prisoner, Warden," Mahoney said as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway.

He didn't hear Foggy's muttered response as he closed the door behind him. Foggy might be able to keep Murdock from returning to their law office before Monday, but Mahoney wondered if the Devil was going to be as cooperative.