Things Unseen, Things Unheard *Matt Murdock*Daredevil x Supernatural* Damned*

4) Breathing in

Warning: Gross towards the end.

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Brett was being really supportive, but it didn't do much good. Matt filled the missing person report with him and they silently discussed things that weren't exactly safe to talk about on record, only to find out they were lost.

"There is another missing person case in Upper West Side. Maybe there's a connection . I'll keep you posted, okay?"

"I'll extend the perimeter tonight. Thank you, Brett."

Everyone who would see them could tell the gratitude wasn't fake, but the tiny smile was. No one had commented on that; Vera sighed. Not that either of the two men could hear her.

Jack could, but he didn't really have any comfort for her – he was worried for his son, because he himself was in the company of the person that was missing, talking to them, which only meant one thing; whenever the search would be successful, they would only find a corpse. That was a fact. Vera fought a shiver at that.

They left the precinct significantly slower, Matt wandering the streets after. He went to the place Vera had 'woken up' at – was that where she had been taken and then killed? Possible. It would explain why she had found herself here. Matt inspected the place, just like multiple times before as Jack informed Vera, and left abruptly, probably not learning anything new. His fists were clenched though, and Vera was pretty sure she saw tears behind the red lenses of his glasses; fury, fear or understanding, she wasn't sure.

It was when he received a call on his burner, shocking the trio.

"Who's this?" Matt growled to the phone, a male voice responding. Vera couldn't make out the words, but she could tell Matt didn't like them. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even want to know how you got this number. And I really don't have time for this."

With those words, he hung up. Vera had no idea what this was about and actually was a bit curious about how someone had got the number of Matt's burner, but the train of her thoughts was cut off by Matt stopping in his tracks all of sudden, spinning on his heels and walking few steps back – into a supermarket.

Vera exchanged looks with Jack, but followed him in there. He seemed a bit lost, immediately catching an eye of a shopping assistant.

"Good morning, sir, can I help you somehow?"

Vera was surprised to see Matt react with a smile instead of being at least a bit annoyed at the assumption he needed help.

"Yes, actually. Would you be so kind and pointed me in the direction of granola bars and flapjacks?" he asked politely and Vera's gut twisted with an unpleasant feeling, only growing stronger when the young assistant walked him to the right shelf. "Oh. Thanks. Anything with apricot here?"

The blond woman smiled uselessly and offered him few options while Vera stared at them, frozen and wanting to scream.

"Oh Matt, you can't do this..." she murmured, knowing too well this purchase wasn't meant for him, not really. She loved apricots and pretty much anything resembling the taste – apricot juice, yogurts, oatmeal, flapjacks especially. And Matt was aware, of course he was. "Goddammit, Matt."

If this was another case, she would have encouraged him to have faith, not to lose hope, but her presence right behind him staying unnoticed was enough of a prove there was no hope left for her. And for once, Matt hung on the hope just like she had been always trying to convince him to do.

Life was so fucking unfair.

"Thank you. You've been a great help. I'll find the cashbox myself."