Hello everybody! We hope you are enjoying your sunday (even a little). So here is the next chapter. It's a hard chapter, because in this one, Kelly tries to explain to Gabby why Matt is like this with her. Anyway, it's time to read :)

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Matts POV

I was hot. But I was shivering. Sweat ran down my forehead, and I selt my face totally moistened by this water. I had this feeling of being elsewhere. But it was a nice feeling. Not even worrying. Except these voices. I heard voices. Were they really here or were they in my head... Just a way to know: open the eyes. This action was a little more difficult than I thought. No strengh anymore. If these voices were really with me, they were in the same room.

"Ke... Kelly."

The voices stopped, and I felt the place my body laid down move.

"Matt? Can you hear me?"

My only hearable answer was a moan. And to struggle when this unsain guy put a light on my eyes. I felt something cold on my forehead, circular and small at the beginning, then something that envelopped my entire forehead.

"He is at 103,3."

"Damn..."

I frowned. What did it mean?

"Antibiotics doesn't work. I hope it's nothing. He doesn't have difficulty to breathe, but his pulse is a little high and his BP is slightly slow."

"Doc..."

"I think it's nothing. Just a reaction about the loss of blood. His body was exhaused during four days, his immunitary system is weaker. It's logical. And if this place was wet, he may have caught something there."

"And you didn't detect it in the hospital?"

"It may take some time."

"Was..."

I was astonished by this word which came out my mouth.

"What did you say Matt?"

I hoped I could answer clearly.

"Wet... Cold... Dark... Rusty..."

It was my best description of this place I could do. This one I was now was totally blurred. But it was familiar.

"Where..."

"You are in your bedroom, on your bed. Do you remember what happened?"

In the first time, I shook my head, the I thought about this. The mirror, Kelly. I didn't dream.

"Kelly..."

"I'm here Matt."

I felt myself crying. Again.

"Matt..."

Opening my eyes, I saw Kelly near me.

"I'm... Sorry."

I closed my eyes and felt Kelly sigh.

"It's nothing Matt. I understand. You need rest. Just sleep for now."

I nodded weakly. And I felt myself go away...

Gabby's POV

I had this feeling I was sidelined. Looking Matt thus, it was a torture for me. But he didn't ask me. He didn't say a thing about me. And when he saw me, I saw him crying. He didn't love me anymore. He was another man, not the Matt I knew. I coulnd't look him like this. I began to leave the room, leave the hallway when Kelly grabbed my arm.

"Gabby, wait."

I struglled.

"Matt needs you. So stay with him. I doesn't need me."

Kelly's POV, in the same time

Looking Matt drift to sleep with fever was for me a sensation of being stabbed in the heart. It was painfull and unbearable.

"If this room he was is really how he described it, he may have caught the flu. In an environment like this, it's unusual than in winter and a cold and dry space, but this can happen if the immunitary system doesn't work correctly."

"Are you sure it's the flu?"

"Not yet. He doesn't have all the symptoms. I watched him closely during a few hours with Sonia and I will act accordingly."

I nodded, then I looked at the room. Someone was missing. I stood up and left the room. I saw Gabby almost leaving the appartment.

"Gabby, wait."

I grabbed her arm but she struggled.

"Matt needs you. So stay with him. I doesn't need me."

His words sounded like a stabbing. I didn't know if she was angry, desperate or... But she wasn't herself.

"Why you're saying this?"

"When he sees me, he cries. He didn't pronounced my mane! He didn't want me near him, he didn't want me touch him! Nothing! How do you want I react? By the man I love! Uh? Tell me!"

She was out of breath. She collapsed with tears in the eyes. I accompanied her on the floor. She deserved the truth.

"Do you know why, at least?"

She raised her head and shook it. I took a deep breath.

"When he was in this room... You know he was tortured. Physically, mentally, but sexually too."

She nodded.

"Bennett told us."

"Yeah. When I called you earlier, he regained consciousness. And we talked. Well he talked and I listened. And when he lost consciousness again, I understood. I understood why he was like this with you."

She frowned and grabbed my arm.

"Tell me."

I sighed.

"It's just hypothetical."

"I know. But tell me."

I took a deep breath.

"I think he was sexually assaulted, but not only by a man. A woman too. Called Trish I think."

"Trish?"

"He just... Told this name. Anyway... When he was tortured, to forgive what they did to him, I think he tought about you. He said to me he was ashamed because he thought about you when he was tortured. And I think, um... Knowing Matt, he thought about you when he..."

"Wait... You think he thought about me when he was assaulted?"

"Yes... And if he thought about you, it meant he imagined you in the place of this... Trish."

Her mouth opened, then closed, and finally her hands came to her lips.

"You mean... He imagined me torturing him?"

"It's not what I meant. For him, this ''torture'' with you, it's pleasure. If he imagined you in Trish's place, it's to override the pain of being tortured. And it means he took some... Pleasure."

"What?"

"For him, Trish was a pain. Thinking about you is a pleasure. He replaced the pain by pleasure. This is why he cries when he sees you, this is why he doesn't want you to touch him, this is why he doesn't want you to approach him. He is ashamed of have felt this pleasure with ''another woman'' as you. He made him seek, he thinks he doesn't deserve your love anymore because of that."

"My... God..."

His tears ran down her cheeks, more than before. I took her in my arms, trying to comfort her as I could.

"I think... I think he needs to know you still love him. And even what happened to him, you will continue to love him."

"How? How to make him understand that?"

I looked at her.

"Tell him you're carring his baby. It will be the best beginning. For the rest... Well, I'm on it. I talk to you later about this. Okay?"

She nodded lightly.

"He needs to be forgiven Gabby. And only you can do that."

She nodded.

"Kelly? This... Trish. She's dead."

"How can you say that?"

"Because she is. The first time Matt saw me, I went to the ER to see Brett and Chili. They brought Trish in it. With a bullet in her heart. It was the same type of bullet, shot by the same gun that killed Katya. And the second time he saw me, I came to see Halstead and he told me she didn't make it. But there is more."

"What?!"

I was surprised. There was more than this story.

"One of the men is alive. Antonio thinks he can hurt Matt again. He is the worst of the band, worst than Nesbitt. He is in charge of the human trafficking and he kills all the people who want to escape. That's why he killed Katya, that's why he killed Trish. And that's why he wants to kill Matt. He gave them hope, and now, the human trafficking doesn't exist anymore, and all the women and children are free. Matt won, and he wants to kill the man who ruined his plans."

I was speechless. Nothing prepared me to that. Nothing. I closed my eyes and passed my hands on my face.

"We can't tell him the truth. This will ruin him. Again. He thinks all the men have been killed. We have to keep this in secret. Only between us and the Intelligence Unit."

"Okay. Okay."