XXXVII
"Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested."
― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
Bird stood in Harvey's kitchen next to the coffee pot that she'd started a little while ago while he finished getting ready for work.
Turning around she leaned on the counter with her elbows and thought back to the day before and how ridiculous the choice to leave when she did was. In all honesty she'd halfway expected to wake up with Victor Zsasz at the foot of the bed again –but luckily that had still only been a singular occurrence and she was hoping it stayed that way.
She was startled from her thoughts when a pair arms slid around her until she smiled and leaned back against Harvey as he greeted, "Good morning."
"Morning." She repeated back, closing her eyes and leaning against him, she wished he didn't have to go to work so they could just stay together for the day.
But even if he didn't have to work, she'd still have to go see Falcone and apologize for how she'd left things the day before –if the conversation went well enough she was thinking about asking him why he wanted to keep her alive.
"You're quiet." He observed, still keeping her wrapped in his arms with her back against his chest.
"I'm still waking up." She answered with a small laugh.
"No, I mean you were quiet last night too." Bird couldn't see the expression on his face, but his voice was flooded with concern as he pointed out, "I woke up a little after three in the morning and you weren't in bed."
"Yeah, I couldn't sleep." Turning around she rested her hands against his chest before reaching up to his blue striped tie to adjust it as she continued, "Then I came across this documentary on TV about the top five most common parasites found in human bodies and…" Her voice trailed off when she saw the disgusted look on his face.
Giving him a wide smile she asked, "You getting something to eat on your way to the office?"
"Not now." He answered, still looking at her a little strange until he leaned in and pecked a kiss to her lips, before he reached above her to retrieve an insulated thermos cup from the cabinet above her head. "I don't know how you can watch that stuff." He admitted.
"It's interesting!" She defended with a grin when he shot her a look to say he didn't agree with the statement at all.
Pulling the lid off the top of the thermos, she turned back to the counter and pulled the coffee pot from the machine to fill the cup, walking over to him she held it out as he poured a splash of milk into the cup and glanced at her from under his brows when he asked, "Was this a normal night of not being able to sleep, or does this have anything to do with Falcone?"
"Harvey." She sighed, watching as he returned the carton of milk to the refrigerator and she twisted the lid back onto the cup, "You promised you wouldn't do this."
Taking the cup from her, he said, "I wasn't pushing… simply offering you the opportunity to open up."
With that he raised the cup to his lips and tilted it back just as she warned, "It's hot!"
With a hiss of pain he reached for his stinging lip with his other hand and Bird shook her head as she laughed, "You do that every single morning."
Despite the pain he smiled at her, setting the cup down on the counter as he wrapped his arms around her and asked, "What are you doing today?"
"Going back to my place to shower and change and then I've got a few things to do today. I might take my brother to lunch if I have time." She shrugged.
He bit his tongue against asking what things she needed to take care of, putting on another smile he leaned in with his face just in front of hers and asked, "What's wrong with my shower? Except for the fact that I won't be there?"
Her stomach fluttered and she pressed her lips hungrily against his before pulling back just enough to say, "The fact that someone didn't do any laundry and I have nothing clean to wear after."
Absorbed in the moment with her, he leaned closer to recapture her lips, but she leaned back with a teasing smile as she questioned, "Did you hear me?"
It took him a couple seconds to process what he'd been told and his eyes widened slightly as he joked, "I'm guessing that someone is me?"
Bird nodded and continued, "I wash your clothes that are at my apartment, you know? I even take your suits to the dry cleaners."
His head cocked to the side with a look of pure amusement on his face when he nodded, "Yes, yes you do. Take my suits to the cleaners and leave them there."
"That was one time!" She exclaimed with a laugh, smiling as he leaned in to kiss her again.
As he pulled back, he caught sight of the time on the microwave clock and frowned, "I need to get to work."
Bird nodded with a hint of sadness in her eyes wishing that he didn't have to go, as he turned to leave the kitchen she lingered briefly on the tile floor, before padding after him in her socked feet.
When they reached the door he turned back around as he remembered, "Oh, I looked over the estate papers. Everything looks good to me, and I know you said you wanted to give a set to Alfred, so I went ahead and made copies of them." Nodding to the door of his home office he said, "They're on the desk."
"You're amazing, thank you." Bird smiled, raising up to kiss him, but he moved just out of reach as he said, "You're welcome… just be careful with whatever it is you have to do today?"
"Promise." She agreed, waiting for him to lean down to kiss her.
Once he'd kissed her and went out the door she shut and locked the door behind him and headed to his office. Sliding open the wooden door she walked in and dropped into the seat at his desk, scanning on the folders on top until she came across the one that belonged to her.
As she reached for it, she bumped the computer mouse and the dark screen blinked to life –with the internet open to a real-estate website.
Slowly she laid her hand over the mouse and scrolled down the page, seeing he'd been comparing prices of houses and apartments in several different states –all of them far away from where they currently resided.
With lowered eyebrows she checked the computer history to see he'd also visited several sites for people looking to move across seas.
Reaching her finger out she pushed the button on the bottom of the monitor and blackened the screen, it was then that she spotted a few printed off papers tucked away under the keyboard and when she pulled them out to get a better look at them she saw a listing for a three bedroom flat in London, with the number of the realtor circled in red ink.
With a ragged breath, she put everything back the way it was before gathering her folder and going to get dressed for the drive to her apartment, lost deep in her own thoughts.
Had he left that out there for her to find on purpose, or was it an accident? Clearly, he was serious about them leaving Gotham, but she couldn't go anywhere, not yet at least.
She grew a little short of breath as she wondered if he was eventually going to bring everything he'd been looking at to her attention and expect her to agree.
By the time she reached her apartment, she was still deeply lost in her head, but she fought against the thoughts. There were more important matters to attend to, like to ask for Falcone's forgiveness as soon as she'd showered and changed.
Unlocking her door she walked in and dropped the folders to her coffee table, before she had time to do much else something hit her hard on the back and brought her down to the floor with a gasp of pain and just as quickly her wrists were bound with duct tape behind her back and as she frantically kicked to fend off her attacker, her legs were caught in a strong pair of arms and her ankles bound.
After her legs were dropped back to the floor, she helplessly squirmed around in a panic and shook the hair out of her face as she turned on her side and looked up to see Victor Zsasz standing above her.
Raising a hand up in a wave he greeted, "Hi there."
"Victor!" She yelled, her panic turning to anger, "What the hell are you doing?"
"Bringing you to Don Falcone." He answered, kneeling down to get a better look at her when she kept thrashing about on the floor as she screamed, "I would have come with you! I was going to go by the mansion-"
Her words were replaced with her muffled voice as he slapped another piece of duct tape over her mouth to silence her.
Grinning at her he said, "I'm not falling for that again. You fool me once –shame on you, but fool me twice…" Standing back up his eyes looked darker than usual as he added, "No one lives that long."
"Take her to the car." He instructed as he turned to leave and Bird saw two men she recognized from seeing around Falcone's Mansion walking towards her; one of them had a thick, large black blanket in his hands.
Her eyes widened and she struggled more against her bindings, but it was useless as the men rolled her up so tightly in the blanket she could barely even move, let alone breathe and the day went down from there as she was crammed inside of a trunk and driven to the mansion with whoever was driving hitting every single bump and pothole they could find.
~()~
As the blanket was pulled off of her, she looked up to see Falcone and Victor looking down at her as she struggled to catch her breath, her sweat dampened hair was stuck to her face and her clothes clung to her body. Even in the Gotham coldness, the ride in the trunk being wrapped in the blanket made it feel like a sauna in the middle of summer.
The tip of her tongue was numb and she'd lost some skin from her lips, not to mention the bitter taste of the glue was still stinging her mouth; but she'd managed to get the duct tape off her mouth on the drive there.
"Don Falcone." She stammered, still struggling for a breath.
Kneeling down Victor cut the tape from her ankles and wrists, before he stood up and extended a hand to her. Catching her off guard when he appeared to be over his rage from the prior day and back to seeming as though he almost enjoyed her company –almost.
Her hand shook a little as she slowly reached up and grabbed onto his black gloved hand and let him help her to her feet.
"Alright there, my dear?" Falcone asked.
Victor turned to leave, but stopped by the door when he hadn't been instructed to leave yet.
"I've been better." Bird admitted, "Typically I prefer to ride up front instead of the trunk."
Her words earned a small half-smile from the crime boss before he returned to looking stern and emotionless.
"I'm having a hard time understanding something and I was hoping you could help me out."
Slowly she nodded, still feeling like she couldn't catch her breath.
"Good." He exclaimed, "I was hoping you could open my eyes on what exactly made you feel like leaving the count house yesterday was a good idea?"
With a shrug she glanced to Victor and answered, "I didn't think I'd be injured for doing so, I guess."
"Really? And what led you to think that?" He pushed, and Bird looked back to Victor realizing he must have left parts of their conversation out when he recounted the story to his boss. Like the parts where she'd found out from him that Don Falcone had ordered him to keep her alive, something she wasn't supposed to have known.
Her eyes locked with Victor's and she saw a slightly nervous expression on his face, like he was ready for some kind of punishment of his own.
She'd gathered that he seemed to have a problem with failures; his own failures.
Even if it was his orders, he'd taken a bullet for her and she had felt a little guilty for going off and leaving him there –the least she could do was not out him for a small slip up.
"I haven't an idea in the slightest." She lied, looking back to Falcone as she softly said, "Sometimes, I get a tad delusional when I mix the wrong pills with alcohol."
Giving her a hard stare he said, "You seem to be having trouble. Have a seat. Would you like a glass of water?"
"Please." She gratefully said as she sat down and took the tall glass of water from him and took a large drink, which she nearly choked on. Spitting it back into the glass she said, "That's vodka."
"My apologies, I was under the impression you like to start drinking well before noon." Falcone replied, taking the glass from her hand and setting it to the side as he walked back to his desk, and nodded towards the man waiting at the door, "Thank you, Victor. Please, leave us to talk."
"Yes, boss." He nodded, glancing at Bird for a brief second before he left the room and pulled the doors shut behind him.
Falcone watched her still struggling to breath and repeatedly wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before he picked up a bottle of water and tossed it to her, effortlessly she caught it and took a drink breathing a sigh of relief before downing nearly half the bottle.
"Youth is truly wasted on the young." He sighed, "Your generation is so entitled, wanting all the payoff without putting in the footwork to get there."
"Sir, let me explain." She pleaded, looking up to him.
"No explanation needed, as it is… I feel like I owe you one." He said, sitting down in a chair across from her he unbuttoned his suit jacket and focused his eyes on her. Watching her shift nervously before he began, "My assigning you to work with Victor was not an intended punishment like you perceived it to be. It was a gift, a chance to be great at something and grow in ways that you desperately need to if you plan on surviving in this world. I am at the top of my game, but not foolish enough to think it will always be that way."
Lowering his head he continued, "The world is changing and more and more, I find myself questioning how long I'll be able to keep up with the shift in times. Maybe I should have already stepped away, I don't know, but you see Bird… I love this city and when the day comes that I can't keep up –I want to rest easy knowing that Gotham is in strong, capable hands."
"Why are you telling me this?" She managed to breath with a stunned expression.
"Follow me." He nodded as he stood up, and slowly she followed after him down the hall and through the doors into a large dining room with a grand table in the center.
Motioning around he said, "This is the table where I hold most of the meetings with my underbosses." Walking over he rested his hands on the back of the chair at the end and said, "You can't begin to understand the sacrifices I've made in my life to earn this seat at the head of the table –the throne. I fought my way up, overcame every hurdle put in my path and the journey came with many hard learned lessons."
"I'm sorry." She said when given the chance to speak, "I don't know why I reacted the way I did with Victor yesterday-"
"I imagine it must be terrible to be lost in the throes of addiction; easy to lose sight of things." He reasoned, looking more disappointed than angry as he turned to face her.
"I'm not…" Her voice trailed off, looking down she kicked her boot against the floor and stammered, "I just… sometimes I need some help to make it through the day."
"Yes?" He questioned, waiting for her to nod before he said, "You have to be focused at all times and you can't do that if you're intoxicated. The next mission I send you on could very well be your last if you go into it without being a hundred percent prepared. Call it what you want, but the truth is –it's just weakness."
"You are not working a nightclub anymore, you are working directly underneath me and you are a part of this family. A machine can't function properly if it has missing or malformed pieces." He reasoned, "You need to clean your act up, my dear. I can't run the risk of you and your weaknesses bringing any part of my operations down."
Walking up to where she was standing, Falcone said, "This is your last chance to do what's been asked of you. I have killed people for far less and whatever illusion your operating under that causes you to believe you're untouchable is a false one. When I give orders, I expect the outcome to be nearly perfect and if you can't do that…" Seeing her vision was glued to the floor he instructed, "Look at me."
Swallowing hard she raised her head to face him and his eyes locked on hers as he said, "Then it will be with a heavy heart and great sadness –but the only way I can see fit to fix this problem would be to eliminate the weak link –and you are as weak as they come."
The words fell like a ton of bricks landing square on the center of her chest and stole the air straight from her lungs; she believed what he was saying, believed it to her core.
"So, here's what going to happen. You are going to take to the end of the week to get yourself in order and I'll have Victor contact you when I think it's time to bring you back in and we'll see where it goes from there." Falcone said, standing tall as he faced the small statured brunette who looked like someone had just slapped her across the face.
"Reasonable?" He asked.
"Yes, sir."
Waiting until she'd made eye contact with him again, he said, "You may not choose to believe it; but I need you to understand that everything I have done up to now, and everything that happens after you leave this room has been to make you stronger –shape you into the person you're meant to be." Nodding towards the door he added, "You're free to go."
Turning she started to scurry from the room, but he stopped her right as she got to the doorway as he called out, "Oh, Bird… I nearly forgot."
Turning back she asked, "Forgot what?"
There was a foreboding tone to his voice, a heaviness in his tone as he spoke that chilled her to the core and made her heart race with the worst fear she'd ever felt as he said, "To tell you to give my regards to Harvey Dent. Let's hope for a smooth recovery, shall we?"
"Recovery?" Bird gasped, taking a stumbling step back into the room, her mouth hung open as she fought to get at least one of the several questions weighing on her mind out. "What did you do?" She finally questioned.
"That will be all." Falcone sternly said, making it clear the he wasn't going to offer up any more information on the matter, and that quite frankly; he was done dealing with her for the day.
~()~
Returning from his lunch break, Jim sat his fresh cup of coffee down on his desk and looked across to Bullock's empty desk. His partner never seemed to make it back from break on time.
Shaking his head, he opened up one of the folders on his desk and pulled a legal pad from his desk drawer to begin writing up his report. Quite possibly his least favorite part of the job, he'd much rather be out in the field working –accomplishing something and working to make the city a safer place.
Compared to that, making sure to cross the T's and dot the I's, seemed pointless and rather monotonous.
"Jim!"
He'd just started to take a drink of his coffee when he'd heard his name being called in a frantic voice and he looked over to see Bird rushing towards him.
Her eyes were wide and red-rimmed, a look of sheer panic on her face and once she got over to him, all she was able to do was make some strained noises –desperately trying to tell him something, but not able to get any words to come out.
Standing up to meet her, Jim looked her over and questioned, "What happened?"
"I… uh…" She gasped trying to catch her breath and calm down enough to tell him she needed his help.
Looking behind her to the doors she'd came in through, his first thought was that she had gotten herself in trouble and was running from something. "Is someone after you?" He questioned, keeping an eye on the door in case Victor Zsasz or someone else was about to burst in.
"No-"
"Did something happen with Bruce?"
"No!" She yelled, rubbing her forehead as she pleaded, "Please just stop guessing."
"Then talk to me!" He yelled back. It was then he noticed several of his co-workers watching them, either curious as to why she was there, or the yelling had caught their attention.
"Here." Jim said in a quieter tone, motioning to his empty chair as he instructed, "Sit down."
Nodding Bird dropped into the seat and watched as Jim pulled the chair from Bullock's desk over next to her so they could talk.
"Tell me what happened." He tried to keep his voice calm and friendly to put her at ease. He had no idea what was going on, but she was more shaken than he'd ever seen her.
"I need your help." She managed to say, catching him entirely off guard with the admission. Even when she'd come to him for help with something in the past, she'd never flat out admitted it.
Before he could question her anymore, Bird explained, "Harvey never made it to work today. I called and they haven't seen him all morning. When I try to call him, there's no answer and he never ignores my calls. Something is wrong, something's happened and-"
"Did you two have a fight?" He questioned, thinking that there could be a million reasons why he didn't go to work and wouldn't take her calls –none of them cause for such alarm.
"No!" Bird exclaimed, her mind drifting back to earlier that morning. Things had been as close to perfect as they could be in any relationship that day, they were happy.
"When was the last time you saw or spoke to him?" He pushed for more information.
"This morning." She answered, "I stayed over last night and I was at his apartment even after he left for work." Waving a hand like what she was saying was entirely useless in the matter, she hurriedly added, "We have to find him. He's hurt or…"
Her breathing grew increasingly labored and he saw her eyes fill to the brim with tears.
Lowering his voice, Jim asked, "What aren't you telling me?"
"I called Gotham General, but if he's there –they won't tell me. On the way here, I called everywhere I could think of and I can't find him, Jim." Her voice cracked and she looked up at the ceiling, focusing her eyes on one of the bright lights to hold back her tears.
"Bird!" Jim called out, getting her attention, "Look, now isn't the time to be holding anything back. If you know something, you need to tell me."
Swallowing hard, she admitted, "I just came from Falcone's and he told me to give Harvey his regards. He has never brought him up in any conversation with me before, and when I went to leave he said…" Pinning her eyes shut, she whispered, "That we should hope he has a smooth recovery."
"Recovery?" Jim repeated back under his breath.
Nodding frantically, Bird reminded him, "And this morning he was fine –now I can't get ahold of him and something is wrong."
"Stay here." He instructed, as he stood from the chair he'd pulled over next to her.
As he started to walk away, she reached out and grabbed onto his arm, "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to see what calls came into the station, see if anyone knows anything." He explained.
Letting go of him, she swiveled the chair back to face the desk and rested with her elbows on the desk, she rested her face in her hands and hoped this was all some terrible coincidence and Falcone's words were just to scare her.
Laying a hand on her shoulder, Jim promised, "We'll find him."
It was several minutes later that Jim descended the stairs from Captain Essen's office, and Bird's heart dropped when she looked his way and he quickly looked away. A sure sign that if he had any news –it was going to be bad news.
Bird rose to her feet when he walked up to her. "Well?" She asked, the second he was within earshot from her.
"Hey…" He breathed, as he got closer, trying his best to plaster on a smile as he nodded back to the chair she'd been sitting in and said, "Why don't you take a seat."
"You found something out?" Her heart fluttered wildly in her chest, threating to burst right through her ribs as each passing second felt like an entire hour.
"Sit down." He repeated.
"I don't want to sit down, I want you to tell me what's going on." She stubbornly argued, not even taking a breath as she questioned, "Do you know where he is?"
Reading the expression on Jim's face, she knew she was on the right track.
"Is he dead?" She came right out in asking about her worst fear, catching Jim off guard. Usually people started by asking if their loved one was okay, or possibly even how bad they were hurt –it wasn't often someone immediately brought up the worst case scenario.
His extended silence did nothing to ease Bird's already fragile emotional state, and she breathed, "Oh my god… he's dead."
It felt like someone or something had punched a hole straight through her chest, disabling her heart and lungs in a single blow and leaving her paralyzed. All of the color drained from her face and Jim rushed forward, just barely catching her in time before she hit the floor after her legs buckled underneath her.
Guiding her over to the chair he'd been trying to get her to sit in all along.
"He's not dead." Jim quickly tried to clear the situation up, but when his words didn't earn a response from her, he questioned, "Bird?"
Still nothing.
She was sitting in the chair staring down at her lap and no longer aware of anything going on around her. There were no tears, not real reaction –there was nothing.
Pulling the other chair right up across from her, Jim sat down and repeated, "Bird, hey, can you hear me?" Even shaking her arm as he spoke didn't get any sort of reaction out of her, it was like she'd left her body and he was staring at an empty vessel.
"Bird!" Jim said louder, as he reached forward and took ahold of her face, physically making her raise her head and look at him. "He isn't dead, okay? He's hurt –he's in the hospital, but he's alive."
It took a few moments for his words to actually reach her, and even more time for her to come out of the trance she'd slipped into. This wasn't the first time something bad in her life had sent her into a state like that. After she'd been attacked as a teenager, it took her over six months to finally speak again.
Thinking that she'd lost Harvey, believing he'd been killed because of her actions had completely disabled her from grief and instead of breaking down like most people would do, every feeling –every thought had just ceased.
Growing increasingly worried, Jim was just about to yell for someone to call for help when the empty look in her eyes faded and anger filled their brown hues. In a split second, she roughly slapped his hands away from her face and hissed, "Why would you let me think he was dead then?"
Jim opened his mouth to point out that she'd jumped to the conclusion and then slipped into a catatonic state before he could do or say much else, but Bird didn't give him a chance to say anything, as she fired off one question after another. Demanding to know where he was, how bad he was hurt, how long ago he'd been found, if he was going to be okay.
She barely paused long enough to pull in a breath, before she started back up with the same line of questioning and he had to yell over her, "Hey, hey!"
Her mouth hung open, her panicked breath rushing in and out and somehow she managed to find the strength to nod at him.
"A 911 call came in a few hours ago from witnesses who saw a man getting attacked and beaten up in the parking garage outside of City Hall. He was taken to Gotham General." Jim tried to answer some of the many questions he'd been asked, "He was unconscious when the paramedics arrived, but his vitals were stable, they think he's going to be okay."
Trying to further ease her heart and mind he glanced up at the clock and added, "That was the report from over an hour ago, he might even already be awake."
When he saw her eyes land on her car keys that she'd dropped on his desk, he quickly grabbed them up before she rush off.
"What are you-" She started to ask. It seemed impossible, but somehow her voice was even more frantic than it had been.
"I'm sorry." He said, "But I can't let you drive like this-"
"I'm fine!" She yelled, trying to swat the keys away from him, but he moved back and held them tightly in his hand where she couldn't get to them.
"You're hysterical." He pointed out, wondering how she'd ever driven herself there in the first place. When she'd arrived at the station, she was so worked up she couldn't form words to tell him what was wrong.
"Give me my keys." She demanded, trying to sound and appear much more in control than she really was. It felt like her insides had turned into a hurricane, not only could she not think straight, but she felt sick to her stomach. Her hands were trembling in spite of her trying to appear composed and he couldn't let her get behind the wheel in that state.
"Bird, listen to me!" He demanded, as she tried to get her keys back away from him again, "I'm not saying you can't go to the hospital, all I'm saying is you're in no condition to drive yourself. Why don't we call someone for you-"
"Who would we call, Jim?" Bird practically hissed at him. The only person she could even think to call would have been Alfred, but Wayne Manor was in the complete opposite direction of the hospital and both he and her brother would want to know what happened and she couldn't handle their questions.
When he didn't offer up an answer, she let out a low bitter laugh and the words burnt at the tip of her tongue when she pointed out, "I don't have anyone. So please give me my keys, Jim. Don't think I won't forcibly take them from you."
"I'll take you." He offered, as he stood up and tucked her car keys in his pocket. Knowing she wasn't going to like what he said next, he admitted, "I need like fifteen, twenty minutes first, okay?"
When the expression on her face changed to one that looked like she'd been slapped, he added, "I need to take care of a few things here, and then we'll head over to the hospital. Okay?"
When she didn't say anything to him, he turned around and started back for the stairs.
"Jim, wait!" Bird yelled, getting up and rushing after him so fast, that when he turned around to see what she wanted, she ran right into him –nearly knocking them both down.
"What am I supposed to do for twenty minutes while he is lying in a hospital bed alone?" She questioned, her eyes darting back and forth over his face as she spoke.
"I know this is hard, but there is nothing you can do to help right now. Just sit back down and I'll come get you."
He stood in place and watched as she muttered angrily and cursed at him under her breath as she turned and headed back towards his desk, before he continued on his way back up to Essen's office to let her know he'd be taking off early.
It was just a few minutes later that Jim had gotten back to his desk, to see if she wanted coffee or water or anything while she waited - to find it empty. Running a hand over his hair, he blew out a sigh and looked around trying to see where she'd gone.
"Hey partner, lose something?" Bullock asked, as he sat the cup from the place he'd visited for lunch down on his desk and pulled his hat off.
"Bird." Jim admitted.
"Crazy eyes?" Bullock asked, shrugging out of his coat, "I saw her flying out of the parking lot. I'm talking bat out of hell. Thought for sure she was going to mow a couple uniforms down."
"No, that's…" Jim started to argue as he patted his pockets, but his voice trailed off when he realized her keys were gone. It then dawned on him, that she'd purposely ran into him before to steal her keys back.
"She give you slip or something?" Bullock laughed as he moved his chair back over to his desk to sit down, leaning back he kicked his legs up and watched as Jim looked increasingly distressed.
"I've got a few things to do and then I'm taking off early." Jim confided, sitting down at his own desk.
"Why?" Bullock questioned, but when his partner didn't give him an answer, he pointed at him and he cautioned, "Don't go chasing after that one. She's trouble, I tell you. Trouble."
With that he picked his hat back up and laid it over his face to block the florescent lighting out, and readjusted to get more comfortable in his chair.
A/N- Thank you all for reading! Ahh, so much is happening and poor Harvey Dent. I'm closing in on the end of season one now :P
So excited! I hope you all liked the chapter.
I owe a huge thanks to Snuffles awesome, SwingingOnAStar, Miss E Charlotte, Love. Fiction. 2016 and to Guest for reviewing the last chapter. ^_^