Sorry this took so long! I'm a college student so fanfiction sometimes gets put on the back burner. I decided to not put this flashback in italics because it is a little bit long and I know personally I can't stand reading italics for more than a paragraph.

Update: Due to a review I agreed with, I decided to change this chapter a little.

"I... I don't know for sure," Squire stuttered. "He never just said it point blank."

"Who never said it point blank?" Lilly asked.

"Luther," Squire said. "But the night she died, he called me. He said she wouldn't be a problem for us any more. I asked him what he meant and he just hung up. When I saw the news... I knew, I knew what he did."

"And you didn't care to share this information with the police?" Scotty asked, his voice raised in anger.

"What was I supposed to say Detective? That I had been helping Luther bribe refs and he killed Matilda to save both our asses? I couldn't lose everything." Squire said.

"And then you made Patrick a part of it too?" Scotty asked.

"Yeah, well he was working for a few bookies, just like Matilda thought," Squire explained. "I told him I would let him keep his job if he said he saw Matilda getting into some random guy's car."

"And you never thought to tell the truth, to man up to what you had been a part of?" Lilly asked. "You lie to Matilda's family every time you see them? Tell them how sorry you are they bastard who killed Matilda has never been caught when you knew the entire time?"

"If I did, I would lose everything," Squire repeated.

"Well guess what Squire? You still lost everything," Scotty said.

Squire knew the detective was right. Matilda had died so he could keep a scam going and where had he ended up? In the exact same place if Matilda had lived and gone to the police. Except now, there was blood on his hands that could never come off.

"So now we know why she was killed and who killed her, but we still need his confession," Stillman said. The squad was gathered again, still reeling from the news one of basketballs greatest players had killed Matilda.

"That guy was my hero growing up," Nick sighed.

"And I'm pretty sure he was a hero to Matilda too," Kat replied. "But I don't think he's going to break. When I talked to him, I didn't get any guild off him, no feeling he wanted to get something off his chest."

"If he was as close as everyone says, he'll want to confess" Lilly said. "He loved her."

"He also strangled her and dumped her in a field," Scotty replied.

"No, no he didn't" Lilly whispered, looking at a picture of Matilda's body still laying in the field that was posted on the large board in front of her. "He didn't just throw her body out of the car, he laid her down. He was gentle with her."

"Do you think that's enough to get a confession out of him?" Stillman asked.

"We have to try," Lilly told him. "There just isn't enough evidence alone that points towards him."

"If anyone can get this out of him, I think it's me and Lil, Boss," Scotty said.

"Okay, call him in," Stillman said. "Let's see if we can finally get some justice for Matilda."

"We know you didn't want to hurt her Luther," Lilly said softly. "You just wanted to talk, right?"

Lilly and Scotty had just started their interrogation but Lilly had no idea how much time they had. Luther wasn't under arrest and he could leave any minute. Lilly wasn't sure if he walked through those doors if they would ever get him back.

"I don't know what you think you know Detective, but I didn't hurt Matilda," Luther said.

"Then who did?" Scotty asked.

"I have no idea," Luther sighed.

"Because I think it was someone who cared about her," Scotty said as he pushed forward the picture of Matilda in the field on the the table. "You see how her body is positioned? Whoever laid her down like that cared about her."

"I could never do this," Luther said, staring at the picture.

"You didn't want to and we know that Luther," Lilly said. "But her family needs to know what happened to her. They need to know what happened to the little girl you saw grow up into a beautiful woman."

"I know you're tired of carryin' this weight around with you," Scotty said. "We both know you can't go on living with this."

Scotty wasn't sure if Luther had even heard this last few things he had said. He was still deeply engrossed in the picture he had in his hands. Both detectives knew they almost had him.

"Luther, it's over," Lilly whispered. "We know you and Squire were bribing refs and Matilda found out. Squire is going to testify all about that and how you called him that night telling him Matilda wasn't going to be a problem anymore. What matters now is if you just tell us the truth. Maybe we can talk to the DA, help get you a deal."

"A deal?" Luther asked, looking up from the picture. "Detective, I don't deserve a deal."

Damn, Matilda thought to herself, could these slacks be made out of a thinner material? It was an unusually cold night in Philly with the wind not making any matters was standing on the curb waiting for the cab that was taking it's sweet time to get there, but maybe the wait felt so long because she didn't want to be standing anywhere near her office anymore. She couldn't handle it anymore but what could she do? Betray the people who had given her a chance when no one else had or betray the sport she loved with every fiber of her being? Matilda didn't think her heart could take it anymore. She was desperately trying to push away the thoughts of what she didn't want to know when suddenly a car's horn brought her back to reality.

"Luther?" Matilda asked, squinting through the slightly blinding effects of the car's headlights.

"Hey Kid, thought you would need a ride," Luther said as he reached across the car to open the passenger door.

"How did you know my car was in the shop?" Matilda asked as she got in the car and buckled her seatbelt.

"You tweet just about everything," Luther laughed as he began to drive away. Matilda shrugged in agreement as she adjusted her hair in the mirror.

"What can I say Luther, my life is just too exciting to not share with the world," she said.

"That's actually what I needed to talk to you about Mat," Luther said.

"You came back all the way from the Trojan's game in New York you were commenting on tonight to talk to me about my Twitter account?" Matilda asked.

"Of course not Mat," Luther sighed. The two drove on for a few minutes in silence. Matilda was waiting for Luther to talk again but it seemed like he had no intention to speak.

"Seriously, what the hell Luther?" Matilda asked, this time her voice becoming a little raised. "You can't just say something like that to me and not explain what you want from me."

"What I want from you is a promise," he said,his eyes still focused on the road.

"Okay, what kind of promise?" Matilda asked.

"Promise me you will never betray me," Luther said. Matilda's eyes widened and she shook her head.

"For pete's sake, of course not!" Matilda said. "How could you even say something like that to me? You're my uncle, you have been since the day I was born."

"What if it was me or basketball?" Luther asked, finally turning his head to look her in the eyes.

"Why would I have too…" Matilda's voice trailed off as she tried to understand what Luther was saying. Then it hit her. "Oh god Luther, oh god no."

Matilda couldn't help the tears that were streaming down her face as she shook her head in disbelief. Luther was involved in this mess? How could he do something so despicable to the NBA? Didn't he know the shame he was going to bring to himself?

"It wasn't supposed to turn out like this Mat," he said, shaking his head as he choked on his own words.

"It wasn't supposed to turn out like this? Explain that part to me Luther, because I'm pretty sure your plan to bribe professional basketball players wasn't exactly rock solid from the beginning," Matilda said, her voice practically screeching as she got more upset.

"What was I supposed to do Matilda? I still have people to pay that didn't get their money when the that referee deal we had going on got shut down," Luther said.

"Holy crap," Matilda muttered, closing her eyes and burying her head in her hands. "You were part of that too? What in the hell were you thinking?"

"I was thinking I had bookies to pay off," Luther said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Luther, I thought you were done with gambling?" Matilda said softly. "You promised me you weren't going to be involved with that stuff anymore."

"I was, okay?" Luther said curtly. "But then Squire came to me and you know how convincing that guy can be. It was supposed to be one bet, just one more bet."

"But clearly it wasn't just one more bet," Matilda sighed, "You have to turn yourself in Luther, it's the only way for all of this to end."

"And lose everything I have, everything I sacrificed for?" Luther asked. "If you haven't noticed, I'm a divorced fifty year old man with no kids. I gave up everything to this game."

"And then you threw away everything you built when you decided to do something so stupid," Matilda replied. "I'm not offering you a choice Luther, you have to do this. At least if you are the first one to come forward maybe you'll get a lighter sentence."

"A sentence," Luther repeated, still staring at the rode.

"Yes Luther, a sentence because you did something terrible and now you have to pay for it," Matilda said as tears formed in her eyes. How could he have done something like this? She trusted him, loved him.

"I can't do that Mat, I just can't," Luther replied, turning his head to look at Matilda but this time there were tears in his eyes.

"Of course you can Luther but…" Matilda's voice trailed off as the car suddenly turned around. "What the hell Luther, why are we stopping?"

Matilda had been so engrossed in their conversation she hadn't been paying attention to where they had been driving. For the first time since the beginning of the drive, she turned her head to see where they were. All she saw around her was open fields and although she didn't know where she was, she wasn't anywhere near her home.

"Luther, I don't know where we are but you need to drive me-" Matilda turned her head to look at Luther but her voice was cut off when the force of two large hands were suddenly wrapped around her throat. She fought like hell to get out of his grasp but his hands wouldn't budge. When she realized clawing at his hands wouldn't work because he was wearing driving gloves, she tried to reach behind her to open the car door but she couldn't find the handle.

Tears formed in her eyes as she tried to scream but no sound was able to come out. Her vision was starting to darken and she was feeling light headed. She couldn't do anything to save herself, she realized. She looked into Luther's eyes, her expression a plea for him to let her live.

And for a second, she thought it had worked. His grip lightened, just a little, and she was finally able to let out a strained voice.

"Please Uncle Luther… let me live… for Catalina…for my family" she begged, her voice hoarse and barely audible.

"I love you, Matilda," Luther whispered as he cried. With one final squeeze around her throat, Matilda stopped fighting. Her body went still and Luther knew she was gone. He got out of the car and walked around to the other side. Gently cradling her petite body in his arms, Luther walked about twenty feet into the field and gently put her body down. He then walked back to the car and grabbed her purse. After laying the purse next to her, Luther kneeled down and closed her eyelids. After brushing her hair out of her face and giving her a gentle kiss, he got back into his car and drove away.

It had to be done, he thought to himself, she was never going to be reasoned with. Grabbing his phone out of his jacket pocket, he made the call.

"So Luther, what did she say?" Squire said calmly. There a pause of silence as Squire waited for Luther to reply. "Luther? What did Matilda say about going to the police?"

"She was going to tell," Luther replied softly.

"Going, as in she's not planning on doing that anymore? You changed her mind?" Squire asked. There was another moment of silence and Squire's stomach dropped when he realized what had happened. "Oh shit Luther, tell me what I think happened didn't happen?"

"I had to do it or she was going to go to the police," Luther replied. "Don't worry, no one saw her get into my car and there's no evidence."

"Oh shit Luther," Squire repeated, burying his face into his hands.

"If I go down for this, we all go down for this, you understand me?" Luther asked curtly.

"I know, I know," Squire murmured.

More to come :) Please review. Next chapter I'll include the song :)