Julia Welch
Julia watched as Carmen passed the corner of the hallway they were sitting in. She wanted to talk to him. She wanted to know where the officer was taking him. His smile, although made her want to seem that he was okay, only made her feel worse.
When it was her turn to be interrogated, Julia knew she had to ask about Carmen.
"I, uh, don't know?" The man that was named Matthew sat down in front of her looking confused.
She felt a punch of disappointment, it wasn't the answer she wanted.
"Why so curious about him, if I may ask?"
Julia didn't say anything.
The man shook his head. "Alright, it's okay. I just have a few questions for you, it shouldn't take up too much time depending on what you want to tell me."
Matthew asked her questions and Julia answered everything. He asked her about the bruises and the scars along her body, she pointed them all out. Every single mark on her skin came with a blurry vision of somebody she didn't know beating her up.
"What about Carmen? Did he touch you in that way?"
Julia swallowed. "No, actually."
Matthew jotted it down on his notepad. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me the stuff that happened. This is going to help you."
Julia shook her head. "No, I'm serious. Carmen didn't touch me at all- well, that's not entirely true, what I'm saying is that he didn't hurt me. I don't think he hurt anybody else."
The man nodded. After a few more questions that Julia tried to answer, they were finished and Julia could go back to waiting.
"You really don't know what's going to happen to him?" She paused before stepping a foot outside the door.
Matthew was only a few feet behind her. "I'm sorry, I don't. It's not up to me to decide what happens to him."
"Is he going to go to jail?" Julia feared the answer.
Matthew sighed. "Listen, I really don't know, but by the looks of it, Carmen isn't all too innocent in all of this."
Julia walked out and went back into the hallway where she sat staring out the window the rest of the time they were there.
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Matthew Perry-Benson
"I don't think all four of them would lie to us," Matthew stood leaning against the doorframe of the room where Vanessa sat at the desk.
"I know, I just can't believe it," she held her head in her hands looking stressed.
"So, where do we go from here?"
Vanessa leaned back in her chair. "Well, there are a few steps. First, they have to testify in court, if they're guilty we already know what's going to happen but if they're innocent then we have to make sure they're sent back home safely."
"What if their homes aren't safe?"
Vanessa shrugged. "I'm a field agent, not a social worker or private investigator or security guard."
Matthew rolled his eyes. "Okay... but I don't want to just leave them in the hands of somebody else, I want to make sure they're going to be okay from now on."
Vanessa leaned further back and looked at him, clearly thinking something about him. Matthew became self-conscious at that moment.
"What?" He asked.
Vanessa raised her eyebrows without reply.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Matthew stood a little taller.
She stayed quiet but a grin showed up on her face as she stood to pack her things.
"No, seriously, what is it?"
As she walked across the room to the doorway where he was standing, the grin only became more obvious. "Bourne was right about you, Matty."
She walked away without him fully comprehending her sentence. He chased her through the hallway.
"What do you mean? You're saying you doubted me in the beginning? That I wasn't the right choice or something?"
Vanessa kept walking, she shrugged again. "Well, when you put it that way... yes!"
"I can't believe this," he shook his head as the memory of the day they met flooded his head.
She paused, quickly spinning on her heel to face him. "Yeah, so what? I know you didn't like me in the beginning either."
Matthew was lucky enough to halt before slamming into her. He didn't dare to make eye contact.
"That's different."
She scoffed. "How is that different?"
Matthew tried thinking of an excuse. "Because you were this stuck-up highly praised agent that everybody couldn't stop talking about. It only made sense for me to not like you."
Vanessa's jaw hung, she stammered to find words. "That's absolutely ridiculous! I am not praised."
Matthew's face dropped, his hands were put on his waist as a defensive pose. "Ask anybody in that office, I can guarantee that all of the other agents in there are jaundiced by you."
Vanessa mocked his pose. "Wha- I don't even know what 'jaundiced' means!"
She turned, her hair whipping into him. She walked with more furry down the hall, Matthew on her tail.
"It means envious! Resentful! Jealous!" Matthew called behind her.
She spun again, this time Matthew found humour in it. "You take that back," she poked a finger into his chest.
He chuckled. "Take what back?"
"What you said," Vanessa, on the other hand, did not see the humour in his comment.
"Well, am I wrong?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed, "everybody in that office knows that I-" she paused, practically huffing. Her hesitation caught them both off guard.
"You what?" Matthew grew curious.
Vanessa looked around, luckily there was nobody in the hallway to hear them. She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. Matthew grew conscious of the tiny distance between them. He wondered if he should take a step back.
She sighed, looking back up at him. "That I really couldn't have done this without you."
Matthew couldn't tell where she was going with this. "What?"
She crossed her arms, her shoulders slightly raising. "For years I have been trying to catch Warner, but never was able to, not until Bourne brought you in. And yeah, I admit, I was a little... awful in the beginning, but now look at what has happened? I mean, without you who knows what would have happened. It's because of you that we were able to find Warner, and save those kids and Giselle and Charlie."
Matthew didn't know what to say, he kept looking at her.
Her smile became shy. "Not to mention how this whole experience has changed the way I think now. That's because of you, y'know," without a second of hesitation, she stepped an inch closer, closing off the distance. Matthew didn't have time to respond when she cupped his chin in her hand and gave a small kiss on the cheek.
"Thank you," she whispered. He could feel his own cheeks start to warm at the embrace.
The moment was over before he had time to process what had just happened. He should have done something, or at least said something. But he was too stunned to do anything.
She left him there, utterly speechless with only his thoughts.
What does is that even supposed to mean...
A/N
sorry to everybody that thinks this is cringe
sometimes u need cringe okay like what were u actually expecting