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Walls Came Tumbling Down	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Matt."   Lauren spoke through the bars.   "Are you alright?"    She didn't expect him to respond.    She had sat for long enough, these past couple of days, watching his wall of silence.   He was sitting on the edge of the bed again, not playing his PSP, just staring into space.   He shocked her by minutely shaking his head.   Lauren blinked. "Ok, tell me what you need to happen here, because Valerie's gone to speak with Chrissie.   You know that she's going to be back down here in a second."   She saw Matt bite his lip.   "I'm blundering around in the dark here.   Please, Matt."

It was too late.   Chrissie was rushing down the corridor.    She frowned at the presence of Lauren, as the session between Valerie and Matt was supposed to be just those two alone.   But she didn't waste words on the Finnish woman.   "Matt, what's going on?    You agreed to a psychological evaluation.   That was the deal.   Why are you blanking Valerie?"

Lauren opened her mouth to speak, but Matt was answering.   They strained to hear him. "She told a room full of my peers that I'm schizoid.    I don't trust her."

Chrissie's eyes widened.   "Pardon?"

Lauren nodded, "She did.   Back in Aberystwyth, she informed all of us that was the case.    We all heard her."

Chrissie took a breath, but hesitated before replying, "This would have been useful to know beforehand."   She peered back in at Matt.   "She really told everyone that you're schizoid?"    Lauren rolled her eyes.   Matt moved onto nibbling at the already raw cuticle around his index finger. He nodded, once. Chrissie sighed.   "Fuck."   Then rallied.   "Ok.   We can fly Roger...." She paused.   "Would you even speak with Roger?   You had fallen out with him last thing I knew."   Inside the cell, Matt bowed his head.   "Matt, I really need this evaluation.   Your case could rest on it."

Lauren turned away, then back, frustrated.   "Can't he speak with Mello first?    It's really not fair using this as a bribe."

"Ann."   Matt whispered, inside the cell.

"What?" Chrissie asked, though both women had looked at him.

"I'll speak with Ann."

Chrissie rubbed her face.    "Since when has Ann been a psychologist, Matt?"   Her mind was racing through the possibilities.   There weren't many options.   Any expert brought into here would have to have Watari clearance and that drastically reduced their number.   It was basically Roger or Valerie.   Chrissie considered the alumni.    "How about Deontic?"   There was silence. Lauren was visibly annoyed, but saying nothing.   Matt had pulled away a sliver of skin from around his nail. Tiny specks of blood gathered in a line of pin prick wounds.   Chrissie raised her hands.   "Ok, I surrender. You can cut the atmosphere here with a knife."   She surveyed them both in turn.   "My situation is that I'm terrified that you're going to end up languishing in here, with no sign of a trial.   It's already happened to Neuron, with your full collusion.    I've been in those 'net meetings.   Every excuse under the sun not to deal with the problem.   That isn't fair and it isn't just.   Now it could very easily happen to you.    But," Chrissie raised a finger as Lauren would have interjected, "I will do everything in my power to stop that happening."

Lauren spoke over her, "Let him speak with Mello."   She met Chrissie's fierce gaze, as the Canadian stopped talking.   "He will be far more co-operative, after he's spoken with Mello."

"Will he?" Chrissie gestured dismissal.    "Or is he biding his time, until he knows the lay of the land?    Because, and Matt will have to forgive me for saying this, I grew up with him.   He can be a right bastard, when he's cornered."

"He got into the helicopter." Lauren countered.

Chrissie nodded.   "Yes.   That's puzzling me too."   She gazed at the redhead.    "Whatever possessed you to," Chrissie caught Matt's sudden flinching. She frowned, "get into the helicopter?   Because if that was me, the last thing I'd do would be to trust this bloody system with justice."

Matt reached for his cigarettes.   He was trembling and couldn't disguise it.   He spoke into their watchful silence. "1993."

"What?"

"Ann." He put the cigarette between his lips and lit it.   He left a tiny smear of blood upon the filter.   "Psychologist."

Chrissie looked pained.   "Fact one," She counted it out on her fingers, "you've been abusing prescription drugs since you were a child.    These include Seroxat, which you can't cope without right now.   The side effects of which include violent outbursts.   Fact two, you appear physically emaciated and you're covered in bruises.   You've...."   She glanced at Lauren, then back to Matt.   "I'm assuming things that I'm not at liberty to say in front of others."   The Finn frowned; Chrissie cast her an apologetic look. "You've castigated Valerie for the same."

"Just let him speak with Mello."   Lauren responded.   "You're scared of Matt trying to escape if the news is good.   That's all this is about."

Matt shook his head. "Me and Mello are over."   It was softly delivered and ended in a jolt-like shudder.    Chrissie and Lauren both stared.   Then both tried to speak together.    Matt's fragile composure was slipping. "He said he'd kill me himself, if he lost me to drugs.   I don't even..."   One hand covered his mouth in horror.   "Just wanted to survive. Don't know why."   He shook his head. "Don't know why."

Chrissie asked, gently, "You think that Mello is going to kill you?"

"Suicidal."   Matt whispered.

"Mello is, or..." Chrissie glanced at Lauren, who looked equally perturbed.   They were both wondering if Matt would have just announced his own intentions like that.   It wasn't in the psychological profile of any potential suicide, let alone someone as officially awkward and closed down as the Spaniard in front of them.    "Matty?"

He rose suddenly off the bed and marched to the back of the room.   He drew back his fists and, one after the other, punched the wall until they heard the crack.   As Gevanni came running, tipped off from the monitor screens in the main hub, Matt reeled away.   He held his left hand strangely, the shock of pain livid on his features.    Gevanni had the keys ready, yet glanced at both Watari women first.   Chrissie gestured urgently for him to unlock the barred door.   Inside the room, Matt gave a choking gasp and wheeled away, towards the opposite corner.   He stood there, facing the walls, his forearm up against them and his forehead resting on it.   The cell was opened and Chrissie raced in, trailed by Gevanni, then Lauren.

"Matty!" Chrissie had reached him first.   She hesitated before touching his shoulders, then did it anyway.    Matt sank to his knees, sobbing in the corner.   "Give him space!"   Chrissie called, as Gevanni would have reached in.   "Give him space."

Lauren gritted her teeth.   "Fuck this. I'm getting hold of Mello, if I have to drive back to Wales and bust him out myself."

Matt had curled into a tiny ball.   His whole body shook under the force of sobs that none of them could hear.   One finger stuck out at a strange angle. Chrissie reached for his wrist and held his hand clear of the floor and wall alike.    "Matty, it's going to be fine.   You really think that I'd let the bastards take you down?   Mello loves you.   He loves you so much.   He's been driving Hal and Deontic up the wall trying to get you at his side.   That's the truth, I swear.   He wants you with him."    Chrissie heard Lauren's gasp behind her.   "Mello says that you were possessed.   He says that you didn't shoot him."

Lauren yelled, "Why the fuck haven't I been told this?!"   She turned away, trying to leash tightly her simmering temper.   She still hissed. "And why have you waited until now to tell him?"

"Because Matt has problems and, for the first time ever, he was co-operating with getting help!" Chrissie glared.   "And because he has already been arrested now!   He's going to need that diagnosis to get out of here."   She shook her head. "Lauren, you think you're helping and I respect that.   I seriously respect that.   More kudos than you know.   But this isn't the way."   She risked a glance behind her, at the furious Finn.   "You're going to have to trust me."

Before her, Matt's wrenching sobs became desperately audible.    Chrissie could barely see him, as her own tears blurred her vision. Behind her, Lauren had walked out of the cell.   Beside her, Gevanni coughed. The handcuffs rattled in his hand.   "Ma'am?   You want a medic in here?"

"Yes." Chrissie looked pensive.   "And tell Hal to set up that 'phone line. If I remember rightly, Mello was always very good at psychology."

Gevanni stiffened slightly, "I'll have to run that past..."

"Just do it." Chrissie narrowed her eyes. "Or I'll do it myself."

Gevanni didn't move. "I'll radio for..."

Chrissie rose on her haunches, reaching to support Matt, as she made to drag him to his feet.   "Do I have to do this myself?" She blazed.   Gevanni schooled his features into conciliation and adopted a pacifying pose.   He made to speak, but Chrissie cut him off.   Matt was trying to pull away from her, his face a mass of tears and snot. Chrissie asked, firmly, "Will you please just do as I say?   I have got authority here."

"My orders are not to leave any potential hostage alone with him."

"Matt." Chrissie growled. "Any attempt to use me as a hostage will result in me breaking every one of your fingers and a swift knee to the bollocks. Understood?"   Her eyes were slits, as she surveyed Gevanni.   "And your new orders are to stop undermining mine. Now please do as you are told."

Lauren strode back into the room, speaking on her mobile 'phone. "And you're at the hospital now?"

Gevanni looked visibly relieved, as he shifted to take up a station by the open cell door.     Chrissie propped Matt against the wall, pressing his hand, palm upwards against his chest. Her fingers still gripped his wrist.   Her brow furrowed, as she inspected his obviously broken finger.   "Who's that, Lauren?" She demanded.

Lauren ignored her. "Yes, I'm with Chrissie now. You're to put Mello on."    She held the 'phone to Chrissie's ear.   "Hal."

"Hal." Chrissie spoke into it. "It's time.   He really needs to speak to Mello.   Can you set it up?   Call it ten minutes?"

Hal's American drawl sounded through the ear-piece.   "Is that ten minutes from now or ten minutes duration?"

Matt snatched the 'phone from Lauren's hand and held it to his ear.   He opened his mouth, but his throat was too parched with grief to speak.   He managed a whisper on the third attempt. "Mello?"

Chrissie sighed.   "We still need Madeleine in here, Mr Gevanni.   Thank you."
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