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Chapter warnings: ... Undescriptive vomit, and Sadness.

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Gilbert pushed open the door and turned on the light. Then moved so Matthew could step into his apartment for the first time.

"Hey I forgot something in the car, I'll be right back okay?"

"O-Okay…"

Gilbert looked at the younger male who was obviously shorter than him. "Calm down okay? Vash says it's just till you can remember everything." Gilbert set his stuff on the counter. "I'll be back in a second."

Before Matt could say anything, the man was slammed the door behind him. He sighed, and started walking toward the living room, before something flashed in front of his eyes.

A man wearing a green vest over a white dress shirt kneeling in front of him. Choppy blonde hair covering his eyes so that he couldn't see them. The vision was foggy, but it looked like a photograph.

Matthew shook his head. "What the hell was that…?" He whispered to himself.

The vision hit him again. But this time, the photograph was splattered in blood. Matthew put a hand over his mouth and fell to the floor. All of a sudden, the contents of his stomach found themselves on the pale wood floor.

Suddenly he felt a hand pat his back. "Are you okay?" He heard Gilbert ask behind him, before his vision faded into darkness.

After setting Matthew on the couch, Gil wrote a note for him.

Dear Mattie,

I have to go to work for a little bit. I wrote my number at the bottom of the page. There are leftovers in the fridge, and I cleaned up your mess for you. If anything goes wrong call me.

Sincerely,

Gilbert B.

Later at the station, Gilbert sighed and got up for his 2nd cup of coffee since he walked in.

On the way there, he passed Francis' desk and saw his friend holding a photo. The man in the photo had bright blonde hair and was kneeling in between two boys. They appeared to be twins.

He looked at his friend's expression. Francis looked sad. "Hey, who is in the photo?" Gilbert asked.

"Oh my god! You scared me!" Francis put a hand over his heart before his expression went back to depressed. "That's my husband." He pointed to the man kneeling in the middle. "And those are our sons." He gestured to the two boys.

"How come you never mentioned them?"

"Because they're dead."

Gilbert didn't know what to say. Everyone had a reason for becoming a cop, but they never really asked one another. "I'm sorry. What happened?"

Francis smiled sadly. "My husband Arthur and my son Alfred," He pointed to the one with the biggest smile on his face and shorter hair than his twin. "Were murdered."

"What about the other one?"

"I assume he is dead. The madman set our house on fire and my other son was never found. The police assume he was kidnapped by the killer." Francis frowned. "That's why I moved to New York."

Gilbert felt teary eyed. He didn't know that Francis had such a sad past. He couldn't think of anything, so he simply said "I'm sorry for your losses." And walked away.

Matthew woke up on a white couch. "Huh…? Where am I?" Then the flood of yesterday's memories hit him. He groaned loudly.

"He has awoken!" Gilbert emerged from the kitchen. "Now let's go get coffee."

"W-What?" Matthew barely had time to stutter out before being dragged out the door by Gilbert.

Finally arriving at a coffee shop a block away, they sat down at a table. "What are you looking at?" Matt glanced at the case files Gilbert had spread out on the table.

"A serial killer case." He handed Matthew a couple of pictures. Blood. Memories of the photograph flooded back.

"I need some air." Matt said, standing up and running directly into a man who put his hands on his shoulders to steady him.

He heard a deep gasp.

"Matvey?"

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