Hey there, so I've had a couple of posts asking if this is really going anywhere. The answer is not really, in my opinion Gordon would never leave Barbara or do anything that would make him feel overly guilty. There will be a bit of something in tomorrow's instalment and after that there are only two more in the series. Hope you enjoy what's left.
Oh yeh, the thinking behind this one is that Babs made some kind of comment while Jim was shaving that morning and he feels the need to ask another woman for her opnion lol.
Silver
"Something wrong?"
Lolly was looking at him with one raised eyebrow.
Jim sighed. "It's nothing," he muttered.
"It must be something, you've been sulking all day."
"I have not been sulking!"
"Whatever you say."
She turned to go.
"Lolly wait!"
She stopped.
"I need to ask you something."
"What is it?"
"I need your opinion."
"On what?"
"On… on… I can't believe I'm going to say this. I need your opinion on my hair okay!"
She shrugged, as though middle aged men asked her opinion about that every day.
"What about it?"
"Am I, I mean do you think I'm… going grey?"
If he hadn't looked so serious she would have laughed.
He stood up and glared in the little square mirror that hung on the wall.
"Well?" he asked.
She sighed. "Grey hair is natural in a man your age," she said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he shot back.
This time she did laugh. So Jim Gordon had a vain streak after all.
She came up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, looking at his reflection over his shoulder.
"Yes Commissioner, you are going grey," she told him.
He groaned slightly.
"I don't know what you're so bothered about," she said lightly, "I think it suits you."
He looked at her in the mirror.
"You do?"
She smiled. "Sure. It's very distinguished."
He rolled his eyes. "Distinguished is a word only used to describe old men who were never good looking in the first place," he told her.
"Not distinguished then. How about suave?"
He looked at her hopefully. "You think I look suave?"
"Yes. And besides, I wouldn't call it grey," she ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. "It's more… silver."
"Is that better?"
"Absolutely. Silver is suave and debonair and sexy." She blushed slightly at the last word.
"Sexy?"
She gave him a shove.
"Don't you have bad guys to catch or something?"
"I'm going, I'm going."
He left the office, there was a car waiting for him. He caught sight of himself in the rear-view mirror. Sexy huh? He could live with that.