Matt nods. "It's a date," he repeats, and they go about eating breakfast. The conversation is polite and easy, relaxed in a way that Matt feels with Foggy. There's a different level, though, and on their way down the stairs, Matt, behind Tim, leans forward on the staircase to nip just at the back of the other's neck without any pretense.
He's dressed to the nines, cane in hand, and once they're down the stairs he nods and adjusts his glasses so they're more comfortable. One small smile and a comment he'd be there around noon, and they part ways.
He arrives at the office and Foggy immediately knows. Karen wonders why Foggy starts cheering and Foggy points out not-so-delicately that Matt has definitely had sex because he walked in the room smiling.
"Is it that Deputy?" He asks. "Can we bribe him, too? Use your nubile young body to catch wind of cases?" M "Foggy!" Karen gasps. Matt laughs and promises it's alright and that no, he can't bribe Tim.
"Right. Tim," Foggy states. "You can't see it but I'm using air quotes on the word.
"That's his real name. Any luck on Union Allied?"
They all, eventually, get to work. Nelson and Murdock gets their third client. Or, more accurately, at third client comes to them. Wesley, his name is, has a case for them. A case and a lot of money. Matt accepts not because of the money, because that ticking of the Cartier watch and his voice is very, very familiar.
It's Karen that arrives at the bullpen with Starbucks. Regular coffee, black, just like Matt had heard and smelled he took. She leaves it and the secretary calls Tim down. By the time Tim is there Karen is gone and there's just a single cup, warm and steaming, with the name Gutterson on it.
Matt knows Wesley is connected with Fisk now, after following him. After hearing it. What bothers him more is the police in Fisk's pocket. The police that Tim works with. So Matt takes a gamble, because despite the bourbon on his breath he can sense Tim is honest. He wants to do good. He decides to float him a name.
Matt is masked, ready, when he hears it. A sting operation. They're trying to catch him, now, he knows. Here's Tim's voice. His own heart drops in his chest.
This is why he shouldn't have got his hopes up.
Still, he needs to contact Tim. Not as Matt, but as the devil of hell's kitchen. He makes a copy of the information on Union Allied that Karen brought up, too. Waits, patiently, for them to give up on the sting. And the moment they do, the moment Tim is alone, Matt plans on cornering him.
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He's dressed to the nines, cane in hand, and once they're down the stairs he nods and adjusts his glasses so they're more comfortable. One small smile and a comment he'd be there around noon, and they part ways.
He arrives at the office and Foggy immediately knows. Karen wonders why Foggy starts cheering and Foggy points out not-so-delicately that Matt has definitely had sex because he walked in the room smiling.
"Is it that Deputy?" He asks. "Can we bribe him, too? Use your nubile young body to catch wind of cases?"
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"Foggy!" Karen gasps. Matt laughs and promises it's alright and that no, he can't bribe Tim.
"Right. Tim," Foggy states. "You can't see it but I'm using air quotes on the word.
"That's his real name. Any luck on Union Allied?"
They all, eventually, get to work. Nelson and Murdock gets their third client. Or, more accurately, at third client comes to them. Wesley, his name is, has a case for them. A case and a lot of money. Matt accepts not because of the money, because that ticking of the Cartier watch and his voice is very, very familiar.
It's Karen that arrives at the bullpen with Starbucks. Regular coffee, black, just like Matt had heard and smelled he took. She leaves it and the secretary calls Tim down. By the time Tim is there Karen is gone and there's just a single cup, warm and steaming, with the name Gutterson on it.
Matt knows Wesley is connected with Fisk now, after following him. After hearing it. What bothers him more is the police in Fisk's pocket. The police that Tim works with. So Matt takes a gamble, because despite the bourbon on his breath he can sense Tim is honest. He wants to do good. He decides to float him a name.
Matt is masked, ready, when he hears it. A sting operation. They're trying to catch him, now, he knows. Here's Tim's voice. His own heart drops in his chest.
This is why he shouldn't have got his hopes up.
Still, he needs to contact Tim. Not as Matt, but as the devil of hell's kitchen. He makes a copy of the information on Union Allied that Karen brought up, too. Waits, patiently, for them to give up on the sting. And the moment they do, the moment Tim is alone, Matt plans on cornering him.