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Foggy gets the call from Brett just as he finally gets to the doorstep of his apartment. He fumbles awkwardly for his phone with one hand as he mentally curses his past self for having the bright idea of putting five keys on the same ring. They all look the same, barely Illuminated as they are by the weakly flickering light over his door, no matter how hard he squints.

“Sup, buddy? What’s going on?” He says, pressing the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he tries to force a key into the slot.

It jams about half way in, and Foggy mutters a half-hearted curse under his breathe. Sure, it would be easier to do this without holding onto an insanely heavy briefcase, but Nelson & Murdock had finally gotten a case (one that didn’t have to do with murderous crime lords or devil-suited vigilantes, thank God) and he had a lot of important papers in there that he didn’t want to get stolen or stained with unmentionable liquids, because ew.

He’s about to try the second one when Brett answers, his voice uncharacteristically serious – real serious, not when they do the whole ‘enemies’ routine. “Foggy, get your ass over here. One of your friends just came in reporting a kidnapping. I don’t know the details, but -”

Foggy drops his briefcase. “What?” He says – okay, shouts – into the speaker, because holy crap, Matt had told him and Karen to keep an eye out, but it had been weeks since Fisk had been put behind bars and nothing had happened, and – they had put their guards down again, haven’t they? Just like what happened with Mrs. Cardenas, and with Ben, and with Karen in her apartment –

Oh shit, Karen. They had already gone after her multiple fucking times, how could he be so stupid - “Matt’s – Matt’s down there now, right?”

But… that didn't make sense, not really. Matt was – Matt was Daredevil, he was the guy who brought down Fisk in the first place. Foggy had left a bit earlier than Matt and Karen had, they must have been walking out together (which seriously wasn't a concern for Foggy, because come on. His friendship with both Matt and Karen were stronger than that.)

Matt was some blind ninja badass, there was no way he couldn’t have taken down a couple of kidnappers, especially when they were after Karen. Unless…

“Matt?” Brett repeats, confused. “No, it’s that woman who got involved with the Union Allied fiasco back then. Karen, right?” A brief pause. “Y’know, your girlfriend?”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Foggy says quickly. “I don’t know. It’s complicated. But – wait, so Karen’s the one down at the precinct right now? Matt’s not with her?”

“Yup. It’s just her. Look, Foggy, just get down here fast. I don’t know the specifics, and I’m just guessing here, but… I think its Matt who got taken. She was crying too hard for it to be someone she didn't know –“

Yeah, that was where his thought train was going as well. “Shit,” he says, then, “Damn it. Brett – Buddy, thank you so fucking much. As soon as I get the chance, I’m going to get Bess the best damn cigars I can get my hands on.”

“Hell, Foggy, who do you think I am?” Brett scoffs disbelievingly. “Matt’s my friend too, and I’m not even gonna mention the obvious. All I need from you is to get the hell down here right now.”

“Yeah. Shit. I’ll be there.” Foggy hangs up, yanks his keys from his door, and breaks into a run. He’s halfway down the street when he realizes that he has his briefcase with him, its weight nothing compared to the sheer panic he’s feeling.

He sees the flash of yellow and thank God for New York taxis for operating even when any sane person should be asleep. Foggy’s seated inside within a minute, and he finally gets the chance to take a breathe and think, because –

Matt got kidnapped? Seriously, Matt? Maybe a month ago, Foggy would be shitting his pants at the realization that his blind best friend just got nabbed off the streets by people who do not have his health as a top concern (obvious understatement.) Now, with the knowledge that his best friend was also some kind of ninja, as well as a vigilante who dressed in bullet-proof devil armor to patrol the streets four nights a week… he was slightly less worried (slightly, because he still remembers all the fucking blood and how many stitches had he needed?)

Foggy still had no idea how exactly Matt’s super-senses worked, but judging from the number of scars on his body, they didn’t help him much in the whole, ‘not getting the shit beat out of him’ department. Why hadn’t Matt beat the shit out of those guys? Maybe he didn’t want to expose his identity to Karen – but Matt had always been the sensible one.

Had they taken him by surprise? Knocked him unconscious before he could punch them out? Or – Foggy swallows then, his fingers clenching at his seat – maybe he had been too hurt to do anything. Jesus Christ.

“Hey,” he says loudly, getting the taxi driver’s attention. “Twenty bucks if you can get to the precinct within five minutes.”

[AN: First kink meme fill I've ever attempted, as well as first time writing for Daredevil. Please tell me if I'm getting any character/plot detail wrong. Also, is there a way to do italics without doing all the html?]

YAY! Oh my god, I'm so glad to see a fill for this (and what a start--Foggy!!!) This is one of my favorite tropes and this is such a great opener, I'll definitely be checking back for more!

OP here!

OMG THIS IS AMAZING!!! Great start! And I love that it's gen, so no worries there. :) Keep it up!

I'm so glad that you like this! Identity porn/secret identity issues are seriously some of my favorite tropes, so expect a lot of focus on that. I'm not kidding - I've written thousands of words on people just thinking about the topic of secret identities...

I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as well! I have to admit, I'm winging a lot of this.

Wow, this is INTENSE. Great start, author anon.

THIS IS GREAT Please keep going!

This is an amazing beginning! Definitely looking forward to the continuation!!

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