***Authors note***

Ahoy! This chapter is going to be in our favourite commissioners eyes. I can't help it guys, I love Jim Gordon. Don't hassle me, ha ha. It won't be too long, just a look at what happens when Jane vanishes and next chapter she'll be back.

Also sorry again for the long break. Various health problems and a series of unfortunate events have been messing with my writing time. I won't promise I'll be more consistent because honestly I don't know if I will. But I shall endeavour to try!
Love ya butts!

"Are we there yet?" Gordon sighed as the small voice piped up from the back seat.
"Nearly there Rebecca." He repeated for the 5th time. He was running purely on determination and caffeine at the minute. His normally behaved daughter had turned into a demon last night.

Running wild around the house with Rebecca until midnight. It had been a mistake to let them pick snacks and a scary movie at the shops. They had bought nothing but chocolate and sugar, even convincing Gordon to buy an R rated movie. It had even scared him.

But they spent the rest of the night playing monster and murder victim. Running around, 'killing' each other. Screaming and hiding again. He had confiscated a bat, a plank of wood and a letter opening knife off them both last night. They wanted to make it 'realistic'.

In his day, little girls were made of sugar and spice and everything nice. Not murder and homicidal tendencies. He sighed as he thought of Jane. How had she done it? These two terrors for the night. He had trouble with the help of his wife. She had done it by herself, and called it fun?!

Next time, they're staying exclusively at Jane's home. Gordon's heart couldn't take another night like last night. He loved Rebecca, she was a fierce little rebel. She was even teaching his own daughter to stand up for herself, and Gordon could see a future police officer in his friends daughter. Or a future super villain, he wasn't 100% confident.

But she was, as Jane put it, 'spirited'. He was happy to be dropping her back off. Have the rest of his weekend to recover. He needed some tips from Jane on how to calm them. Anaesthetic dipped darts? Did she spike their juice boxes? Tie them down for the bedtime story? He needed to learn her secrets.

Finally they arrived on Jane's road.
"Are we there yet?" Rebecca asked, pulling herself up to look out the window.
"Yes." He answered, adding under his breath. "Thank god."

He quickly pulled up on the curb to the house, with an audible sigh of relief but then he noticed the front door was slightly open. Odd, he thought. He was about to tell Rebecca to wait in the car but the car door had slammed open and she had come bursting out. Like a tiny tornado.

"MUM!" She screamed happily running to the house before Gordon could stop her. How did she have so much energy in such a tiny body!?

He quickly got out of the car and ran after her.
"Rebecca! Wait!" He tried but she was a fast little devil. Although he had the advantage of longer limbs, he didn't have her same child stamina.

He was nearly at the porch when he heard a scream from inside. He quickened his step and finally got in the front door. Open as he had thought. Rebecca had pushed it fully open so Gordon quickly went through and found Rebecca standing in the middle of chaos.

The house was a mess. Chairs were tipped in the hall, pieces of vases and chipped china were smashed throughout. He could see the back door, a whole section was missing. Glass littering the floor. Gordon raced over to Rebecca and picked her up. Trying to make sense of the scene in front of him.

Gordon followed her eyes and noticed she had screamed at the blood trail that led down the stairs. It was extremely noticeable on the white carpet, stark red against the once white surface. Rebecca was crying into his shoulder as Gordon tried to get his thoughts in order.
What the hell had happened here?

"Where's my mummy?" Rebecca cried, Gordon tried to reassure the girl, rubbing her back as she sobbed into his shoulder.

"It's OK." He lied. Because he really didn't know what else to say. Gordon pulled out his phone and began dialling numbers. He needed a crime scene team. He needed Mary to come get Rebecca. He needed all his best detectives. And he needed someone to bring him four espresso shots. And he needed them all now.

Looks like his long day was nowhere near over. In fact, it was only just beginning.

"So, you're telling me. We have nothing?" Gordon slammed his hand down on the desk in frustration.
"I don't know what to tell you boss. The neighbours said they didn't see or hear anything, there were no prints except the little girls and the victims-" Gordon interrupted his trusted lieutenant.

"Not victim. Her name is Jane. Jane." He snapped. Running his shaky hands through his hair. He was beginning to burn out now, the lack of clues only adding to his need to take a break. But he couldn't, not when he literally had no leads and the trail would only get colder.

"Sorry boss... Well, Jane's prints were everywhere too. No one else's. Maybe she skipped town?" Bill asked, draining his fifth cup of coffee.

"She wouldn't do that, not without Rebecca. Whose was the blood?" Gordon asked, the reason for Rebecca's screaming jumping back into his mind.
"It was hers." Bill said, a little reluctantly. It didn't fit the narrative that would let him go home early tonight.

"Did they find if it led outside?" Gordon asked, surely if they could follow it? Maybe she was somewhere hurt?
Bill looked through the report in his hands. "It ended at the street."
"So she got in someone's car? Maybe a taxi? Call around, ask if any patrons matching her description caught a cab." Gordon felt renewed in this possible lead. But Bill did not feel the same way.

"You want me to ask every cab driver in Gotham?!" The Lieutenant asked in disbelief. "That's thousands-" He stopped at the glare Gordon sent his way and sighed.
"Yes boss." Bill got out of his chair reluctantly and left the cramped office.

Gordon only hoped that turned up something. But he doubted it, he just wanted Bill out of his space for a while. A taxi wouldn't explain the house's destruction. He doubted Jane would do that herself. It was a classic break in, the broken door and the upturned home.

But then, where was Jane? Kidnapping? That was a major leap from a simple break in. Unless she was targetted, but who would do that? She was a single mother, she didn't have any rich relatives or off shore accounts. Gordon would know, he had known the woman for the past 9 years for gods sake. Leant her money when she was behind on her rent.

Where was Jane?

Gordon rested his head in his hands. He needed to just shut his eyes for a minute.

Just one minute… He promised himself as he fell into a deep sleep. The caffeine finally wearing off.

Gordon couldn't find Rebecca's missing father all those years ago, he wasn't about to let the same thing happen to her mother.

Not Jane. He would find her. He had to.

But sometimes lost things… never get found.