"The doctor said that he's going to live. He's in an induced coma so they can operate on some bruised organs. It'll take months of therapy and he'll never shoot with that hand again but he's going to be okay." Gordon said to Dent as they sat in Gordon's office, the district attorney's head low and his tie unraveled.

Gordon rubbed his eyes and dropped his phone on the table. He left his glasses sitting on the desk and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. It had been one of the longest nights in his career. Idiots with guns, a giant scaly man, a murderous vigilante, and the Batman had all collided on one rooftop. Bullock had saved them but every shooter had gotten away. His first real night as Captain of the GCPD and he failed miserably. As Dent sat up and went to shake Gordon's hand, his wife and daughter opened the door to his office and Barbara hugged him tight as Sarah gave a nod to Dent.

"Are you okay?" she asked a tear almost falling from her face as Gordon rubbed through her red hair.

"Yes. I'm fine, Babs. Just glad the two of you got my call."

Gordon looked at his wife and reached his hands out. She walked over to his desk and joined the family hug. Dent gave a small smile and let himself out, shutting the door quietly. Sarah kissed her husband on the cheek and looked in his eyes as Barbara separated from the two and let them kiss. She saw Dent leave and he gave her a little smile before moving through the precinct. She looked at her father and step-mother who were whispering to each other. Gordon must've been giving Sarah the gory details of Harvey Bullock's condition. She sat down where the D.A. was and waited for her parents to stop talking.

"Do you want to go to the hospital? I know it's a school night but-." Sarah said, looking at her step-daughter.

"I'll go. I think this would qualify as a good excuse." Barbara replied.

"Okay. Your dad's gonna be with us in a little while. He has to go talk to the commissioner." Sarah said, rubbing her husband's hands before he waved at them both and smiled.

When they shut the door, Gordon's fake smile dropped instantly as he saw Detective Nashton walking past his office. Gordon waited a moment until his family was go*ne from view and ran out the door, following Nashton as he went to his cubicle and sighed heavily. Gordon stood by the entrance for a moment until Nashton sensed his presence and visibly flinched at the sight of him.

"Captain Gordon!" Nashton said loudly, dropping his stack of papers.

"Where were you? You were put on this case for a reason, Detective. I called three times."

"I'm sorry. There was a... a personal problem. I guess I didn't have my phone."

"I hope that you're telling the truth. Bullock was injured. Badly. He's in an induced coma for the time being. We need your help." Gordon said, crossing his arms.

Nashton hung his head in embarrassment and shock. He was speechless. He looked up at Gordon and he gave a brief nod before leaving the cubicle. Something about the nice detective rubbed Gordon the wrong way. He seemed well-educated, had a headstrong attitude about police work, and seemed to be a good detective. But there was something off about him. In his eyes, he could show a completely different emotion than what the rest of his body gave off. Nashton was a good cop, but Gordon sense that he wasn't a good person.

"Pick up..." Dent said with a scowl as he walked to his car and slammed the door shut.

He pulled his phone up from his side and waited for his off-the-books informant to respond. He repeatedly tapped his dashboard as he listened to the dial tone and sighed as the informant didn't respond. He slammed his seat and took a deep breath, pressing the speed-dial number once again, trying to keep his composure in public. Seconds later, the sleepy informant answered.

"Hey, counselor. I guess you're calling about Buck, right?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, I am."

"I'm pouring a lot of money into a new task force to take down Enigma and his monster freak who's a good shot. And I want you to lead it." Commissioner Loeb told Gordon as he sat down in front of him.

"A new unit?"

"Major Crimes. I need you help with electing officers. I'll need ten detectives and a few patrol. Dent's agreed to help when needed. You're leading MCU." Loeb replied.

"Yes, sir." the captain said with a nod, rubbing his chin.

"What about the Batman? Is his capture involved in this unit?"

"The Batman is on my hitlist. But he is not the top name. There are bigger problems than a man in a bat suit at the moment. But if you find him at a moment of loss... take him down. Dead or alive."

"I'll look over some files. I want Enigma taken out. I promise you that we'll find him."

"I know you will. I hate this, Gordon. This city is so sick yet full of potential. For every good person we have, there's ten pieces of scum out there. If I had a whole force of people like you and Bullock, I wouldn't have to worry. But there's so much corruption in here. I know you're aware. I hope that this new task force will begin the clean-up we desperately need. You're the right man for the job." Loeb said, standing up and shaking Gordon's hand.

"Thank you, sir. I'll give 110 percent." he replied.

"I know. Go home, Gordon."

"I'm going to see how Bullock's doing. He's in critical condition."

"Oh, I give him my best."

The commissioner gave a small smile and turned away, picking up a manilla folder on his desk and sorting through the files. Gordon turned away and saw Officer Montoya talking with a patrol officer while sipping on coffee. She had a small cut on her right cheek and her knuckles were swollen. Besides Bullock, no officer had shown more courage under Gordon's command than her. She was braver than Gordon at that age, had smarts and muscle, and wasn't afraid to risk her life for other officers. She had been an officer for four years and now, she deserved a reward.

"Commissioner," Gordon said quietly as he turned around.

Loeb looked up and stacked the files quickly.

"I'm sure you're aware of Officer Renee Montoya..." Gordon began.

"You want her on your team? It's done. Only two or three more patrol officers to go."

"Um... no, sir. I want her to be promoted. She deserves it. She was with us tonight on the roof and other countless times. She's saved lives, including mine. She deserves this, sir." Gordon said.

Loeb slowly nodded his head and looked in Gordon's eyes.

"Okay. I'm not close with her but I trust your judgement. Send her in on your way out, will you?"

Gordon gave a small smile and left the office. He walked over to Montoya and tapped her shoulder. She sat down her coffee and stood up straight.

"Yes, sir?" she asked with respect.

"Commissioner Loeb would like to see, officer. I won't spoil the surprise but..." Gordon said, shaking her hand.

"Welcome to the Major Crimes Unit."