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"Foggy, Foggy, Foggy."

Matt groaned, this was the second time in as many days, that he had been woken up by Foggy. And what could only be described as a growl from his left showed that Jane was not appreciative of the early wake up call either.

"Make it stop!" she grumbled.

Matt grabbed the phone and angrily stabbed the screen.

Jane pulled the pillow around her head trying desperately to fall back asleep. She needed to stop with these late nights, or have a serious talk with Foggy about when it was ok to call.

Matt shot up in the bed, "What?!"

Jane sighed, her wish of falling back to sleep was now in tatters, it was never going to happen. She eased out of bed cringing at the chilly air. It was nice that Matt had such a great deal on the apartment, but it would have been nicer if the landlord wasn't so lax when it came to fixing the heat in the building.

She pulled a sweatshirt over her head, trying her best to ignore Matt's phone call with Foggy, it wasn't good whatever it was about. The giant sweatshirt pooled around her, she looked down at the logo. Oh. It was Matts.

She shuffled into the kitchen, the giant billboard sent a soft glow throughout the apartment, gently illuminating every corner. Jane opened the fridge and pulled out some ice cream. It was eleven o'clock at night. She had a feeling it would be a long night.

Matt had finished his phone call and was now hurriedly getting dressed muttering to himself. It was never something he would openly admit, but when Matt was stressed, he would always talk to himself, very quietly, and never in public. Jane smiled, it was something just she was privy to.

"Everything ok?" she asked flipping the omelet on the pan.

"Well you were right," Matt called.

Jane figured now was a good time to bite her tongue from replying that she usually was.

"This is a cover up."

A giant thunk followed by an "OW!" in the bedroom caused Jane to look up somewhat worriedly.

Matt came out of the bedroom rubbing his hand on his head, "Our suspect was almost killed in her cell last night, Foggy and I are going to get her released."

"Is she ok?" Jane asked brows furrowed.

This was not just the run of the mill cover up, whatever this suspect was involved in was huge.

"She's alive at least," Matt said coming out of the bedroom straightening his tie.

"Foggy and I are going over now to get her released, if worse comes to worse we can get her released into our custody, if they refuse our argument."

Jane stood up and straightened his hair and kissed him, "Give them hell!"

Matt nodded, slightly distracted, already thinking of exactly how he was going to get his client out of the ridiculous excuse of a secure jail. He hurried out of the apartment, his briefcase in one hand, cane in the other.

Jane shook her head, the cane was just for show, Matt could maneuver around the city just fine without his cane. She slid off the counter put the carton of ice cream back in the freezer, pausing as she looked at the fridge. Looking at the clock once more did confirm that it was eleven thirty; it was too late to start baking. But then again, Matt wasn't going to be home for a while.

She sighed and began pulling out ingredients, not really paying attention to what it was exactly that she was preparing for until the counter was covered with various produce from the fridge and flour and everything else from the cupboards.

"Lemon Meringue," Jane muttered to herself, "alrighty then."

Jane quickly set about organizing her ingredients and mixing them together. She started with the crust immediately comforted by the familiar process of her old recipe. In school, while she was training, she had made countless pies and pastries just to get her own perfect dough. It was good that she had such loyal taste testers as Matt and Foggy, they certainly didn't mind when she practiced at home.

In what seemed like no time at all Jane was wiping down the counter while the pie did its final few minutes in the over. She watched it carefully making sure that the meringue came out just right. She pulled it from the oven and smiled to herself.

"Nope Janie," she murmured to the empty apartment, "You haven't lost your touch."

She set the pie to cool, poured herself a small glass of wine and settled herself on the couch. She had missed cooking, and being in the kitchen. Decorating cakes was one thing, but if Jane was to be honest with herself, it was rather monotonous after a while. There was no rush, no excitement, just making sure she met her deadline. Ever since the accident, Jane shuddered and pulled Matt's sweatshirt tighter around her small frame as her thoughts jolted back to that night.

Jane sighed and took a long sip of her wine. She needed a change, and there was no doubt that she missed cooking. Maybe she would take Tommy up on his offer, after all, it was just a temporary job, it wasn't like it would be a huge commitment, at most about a month. What harm could come of covering a sous chef's maternity leave?

Karen couldn't help but star as Matt deftly worked his key into the lock on his apartment building. She had already had to remind herself several times in the walk from his office that Matt was in fact blind.

"Karen?"

She jerked her head towards Matt ready to apologize for staring.

"Are you hungry?" he asked opening the building door, "I'm not sure what I have as far as food, but Jane was awake when I left so I'm sure she has something."

"I-I'm sorry, Jane?"

Matt smiled, "Jane is my girlfriend."

Karen suddenly felt nervous, it was one thing to sleep on a couch of her lawyer, but now she felt like she was really beginning to be a nuisance.

Matt seemed to sense her discomfort.

"It's alright, the two of you will get on just fine."

Karen only nodded as she followed him up the stairs.

"I really don't mean to be a burden to anyone really its ok I can stay-"

"Please," Matt interrupted, "I would feel better if you would stay with us, besides, I'm sure Jane already has a bed made for you."

Matt gave Karen a reassuring smile as he opened the door. Karen wasn't quite sure what she expected when Matt opened the door, and to her embarrassment, she was surprise at the light that flooded through the door.

"There you are!" a voice called from the apartment, "I was starting to get worried!"

Karen followed Matt through the threshold and was greeted by the sight of a warm and cozy apartment. A well worn couch and chairs made up the living room and a surprisingly well equipped kitchen made up the remainder of the open room of the apartment.

"You must be Karen!"

Karen turned towards the sound of the voice. A young woman stepped out of the kitchen and came to greet the two of them. She was petite. Her hair, which seemed to normally be extremely curly was worked into a simple braid, yet small curls had escaped to frame her face. Her large eyes were a deep brown and almost made her seem older than she really was.

"I'm sorry," Karen said, shaking her head, she was so out of sorts tonight, "you must be Jane?" she offered trying her best to smile.

"Please," Jane answered with a reassuring smile waving away Karen's unease.

It didn't pass Karen's notice that she seemed to project the same confident calm that Matt had shown earlier that day.

"I'm sure you're exhausted, did you eat? I can make something quick for you if you'd like."

Karen shook her head, "Uh no, I'm fine. Would you have a shirt I could borrow, maybe?" she asked sheepishly holding up the overly large shirt Foggy had lent her, "This one's a little wet and I'm a Helions fan."

Jane chuckled, "Don't tell Foggy. Let me grab something for you."

As she walked by Matt she kissed him on the check, "There's pie on the counter."

Matt smiled, kissed her forehead and followed the sounds of her footsteps as she went into the bedroom before he stood up and entered the kitchen.

"The bedroom's all set!" Jane called from the other room.

"Really, I can't put you out of your bedroom. I'll be just fine on the couch."

Matt laughed as he cut several slices of pie, "From what Jane tells me about the living room, that might not be true."

Karen, who had just now walked into the rest of the apartment noticed the large glowing billboard that was pointed directly into the apartment. It almost eliminated the need for lights at all.

"Holy shit!"

"It went up a year ago," Jane explained handing Karen a new shirt, "The co-op nearly rioted, some oversight from the developer's agreement. Upside is, nobody wanted it, and we got a corner apartment at a hell of a discount."

"Thank you," Karen said.

"Of course," Jane answered kindly.

Karen instantly felt at ease towards the whole situation. Matt and Jane just had a warm and welcoming air about them. It was impossible to feel uneasy around them.

"Well," Jane sighed, "It's almost twelve, I should see if Mary's back from her shift, she'll eat my pie."

Matt chuckled as Jane walked by and kissed her on the forehead, "be careful," he whispered.

"I'll just be a minute," Jane called back as she opened the apartment door, "Please make yourself at home!"

Karen nodded as the door thudded shut. She should have felt more uneasy than she currently did given the circumstances that had brought her to the apartment, yet the hospitality that Matt and Jane had shown had at least postponed her terror.

"Can I ask a personal question?" she directed towards Matt who had begun filling two coffee mugs with water.

"I haven't always been blind."

Karen instantly blushed, "I guess that's what everyone wants to know."

"That or, 'How do you comb your hair?'" Matt chuckled.

"How do you comb your hair?"

"Honestly, you just hope for the best," Matt smirked, "besides if it looks bad enough at least I have Jane to fix it for me."

"How long have the two of you been together?"

Matt handed her the mug of water.

"Thank you," she murmured, watching him closely. His eyes couldn't see, but they still reflected every emotion that passed through him.

Matt smiled fondly, "It's been about two years. I met her in a bar near school. She has the most amazing laugh, you could hear it clear as day through a busy room."

He seemed lost for a moment in thought.

"Do you remember what it was like to-" Karen hesitated for a moment, "to see?"

Matt immediately returned to the present, "I, um"

He cleared his throat.

"Yes, I remember."

Karen shook her head, "I can't imagine what that must be like."

Matt chuckled again, yet there was very little mirth.

"You know, I'm supposed to say I don't miss it. That what they teach you in trauma recovery. Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack. And it's all true, for the most part but it doesn't change the fact that I'd give anything to see-"

He cleared his throat again, as if for a moment, he was struggling to speak. That moment passed in an instant.

"Do you mind if I ask you some questions now?"

Karen's stomach plummeted. The real world would only wait for so long.

The door closed softly, yet to Matt is seemed to echo in the silent apartment. He listened for a moment; Karen was gone. No doubt heading back to her apartment to retrieve the files she had stole from Union Allied.

He carefully shoved the blankets over making sure Jane was still covered. He sat up on the edge of the couch and rubbed his face tiredly. He hated leaving Jane like this, but if he didn't Karen would no doubt be killed by Union Allied. She wouldn't make it through the night. Jane stirred.

"Whats going on?" she asked sleepily, barely opening her eyes.

Matt sighed as he moved to change from his pajamas.

"Karen's gone," his gravelly voice answered, "probably heading back to her apartment to grab evidence."

Jane sat up rubbing the sleep from her eyes, "What are you doing?"

Matt cringed at the concern in her voice.

"Jane I-"

She shook her head, Matt could hear her hair shifting as she did so.

"No, no, its ok, really I understand," she said trying to reassure him, "she's going to need help, its just every time you leave I just- I wonder, I mean -"

Matt kneeled down in front of her, "Hey," he murmured holding his hand to her cheek, his heart shattered at the wetness his fingers felt trailing down her face.

"I'm sorry," he whispered resting his forehead against hers, "I wish I really wish that I didn't have to go, but Karen is in a lot of trouble and if I don't-"

Jane nodded, trying desperately to stem her tears, "I just wan't you to come back in one piece, ok?"

Matt smiled, "I can't always promise that, you know I might have a bump or a bruise here or there, but even if I have to drag myself through hell, I'll come back to you. Always."

He kissed her forehead, and stood up making his way towards the door that lead to the roof. Matt looked back one last time towards the couch where he knew Jane was sitting watching him carefully.

"I'll be back for breakfast, promise."

Jane nodded and watched as he slipped the mask to cover his face and ran into the night. It wasn't the first time Matt would leave her alone in the empty apartment to try and save the city and it certainly wouldn't be the last. There would be no sleeping for her until Matt came back. Her mind wasn't able to stop running with every possibility that something could go wrong and Matt was now the one in trouble.

She stood up and stretched. For once she didn't feel like cooking. The kitchen was spotless as it always was, as was the rest of the apartment. She couldn't even occupy herself with chores. A soft bing sounded from her bedroom. Jane startled at the sudden noise but almost instantly felt a surge of relief. There was only one person that could be trying to talk to her at this time of night.

Jane picked up her phone from her dresser and unlocked the screen.

"Jesus," she murmured looking at the clock.

3:00

She'd never be able to make it through a full day of work tomorrow, maybe she'd take a half day -

Another bing brought Jane back to why she was looking at her phone in the first place. She smiled as she looked at the short messages. He was never one for overly descriptive texts. She sat back on her bed, at least she would have something to do while she counted the hours before Matt came back.

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The only reason that Jane knew she had fallen asleep was that something in the apartment had woken her up. She froze when a soft shuffling started again. Matt's trunk in the living room slammed shut with a loud bang.

"Shit" came a voice from the same direction.

Jane relaxed back into the soft mattress. It was only Matt. She may not have enhanced hearing like Matt, but Jane could tell my the careful steps he took walking into the bedroom that he was hurt.

The bed dipped as Matt eased himself onto it with a soft groan.

Jane rolled over, "You ok?" she murmured.

Matt sighed and reached out to pull her closer to him, "I'll live."

Jane wrapped her arm around his chest but jumped as he winced.

"Matt," she scolded.

"Please," he whined almost like a child, "I have had a very long night and all I want to do right now is hold my very beautiful girlfriend in my arms and sleep for a very long time."

He paused waiting for her to relax back into his embrace, when she didn't he grumbled.

"Give me a few hours of sleep then you can doctor me all you want, I promise."

Jane rolled her eyes knowing that it was no use trying to argue and she curled herself carefully around his warm body, relaxing finally knowing that he was there to stay; there would be no more sudden dashes into the night.

Her eyelids grew heavy as she once again drifted back to sleep. Matt tightened his hold on her shoulders and rested his head against hers, breathing the subtle scent vanilla and lavender scent that was unique just to her.

"I love you," he murmured kissing her gently on the forehead.

Jane smiled as she fell asleep.

"I love you too."

"Here you go," Karen placed the steaming dish of lasagna on the rickety table.

Foggy was laughing as Jane playfully shoved Matt's shoulder for picking on her. Karen was enjoying seeing the more playful side of the two lawyers. It was good to be around laughter after everything that had happened the past few days.

"I know its not much in the way or repayment, and Jane I'm certain you could do much better, but it is my grandmother's recipe and she said only make it on special occasions."

Jane laughed and shook her head, "Please," she scoffed, "I can never compete with a grandmother's recipe."

Foggy groaned as he took a bite of the cheesy pasta, "You know," he mumbled around his food.

Jane rolled her eyes at his childish behavior.

"I'm not complaining," he continued after swallowing, "but you really should be thanking the nut in the mask."

"He's not a nut," Karen was quick to defend, "I mean, he's a little weird, maybe."

"We're just glad you're okay," Matt interrupted.

Jane's hand found his under the table and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Hear, hear!" Foggy said loudly lifting his mason jar of water as a toast.

Karen blushed, "Well if it weren't for you two, I'd still be in that cell."

Matt shook his head, "Job's easy when your client's innocent. All you did was tell the truth."

"Yeah but you listened," Karen pointed out.

Foggy swallowed another mouthful of lasagna, "Oh, and don't get us wrong, we're still gonna bill you. Just, as soon as we figure out how to make bills."

The group erupted into laughter.

"After seven years in Law School you would think that you two would have learned something," Jane teased.

Matt turned to her an impish grin lighting up his face, "Maybe if I wasn't so distracted all the time I would have passed bill writing class."

Jane rolled her eyes but kissed his foolish grin.

"Oh get a room you two," Foggy grumbled as Karen laughed.

"I-I did notice that you could use some help around here. And I owe you. Maybe I could clean the place up a bit."

Matt looked up from Jane, his arm still casually draped around her shoulders, "Is this place messy?"

Jane tired very hard to keep from laughing her head off as Foggy tried valiantly to defend his firm.

"Our firm, is very prestigious and discerning, Miss Page. Do you have any prior experience hiding electrical cords," he said barely able to contain his laughter, "up in ceiling tiles?"

Jane laughed as Karen shook her head.

"Uh no," she answered, "but I'll work for free."

Matt laughed, "Yeah you're hired."

Foggy turned to Karen, eyes wide, "You just got hired!"

Jane looked around at their odd little gathering. It had been a very long time since they had been this happy. Yet there was a very small part of her that knew that with every good, eventually there would be something that brought it down. She was just hoping against hope that that would wait as long as possible.

Matt stood still as he let the sounds of the city wash over him, almost as if the more still he was, the easier it was to pick out each individual sound.

It was late, almost eleven o'clock. He had finished at the gym three hours ago but he could not shake the feeling that something, anything was about to happen. And so he found himself standing on top of an office building waiting until the last minute before he had to leave to grab Jane and take her home, just in case he was needed somewhere.

He sat listening intently to every sound that blew his way; a late night basketball game, a young couple bickering about where to eat, a dog walker making a late night run

"DADDY!"

Jane looked out the window as a car screeched past the window of the bakery. She rolled her eyes. Motor heads and their stupidly over modified cars. She looked at the clock, it was about that time when the all came out and revved their engines, trying to deafen the entire city. She stretched her arms over her head, it was almost time for Matt to come pick her up.

Its a slight cliffhanger I know, but please let me know what you think! If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, let me know and I will answer as much as I can in the next chapter!

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