Olivia knew that she had to be clever. If she was going to stay alive then she had to be intelligent enough to buy enough time to save herself. She knew that Jim had been canvassing the area, but that had been enough to shock her. Was Jim back with the GCPD? How had that happened? How many days had she been missing? She had lost track of time. Jason had kept her chained up in his hidden room and she had done her best to think of a way out. But it was soon dawning on her that the only way out would be to play the game.

She had to be clever for her brother. Jim wouldn't stop looking for her. She knew that. Her brother was many things, but he was not a quitter, not when it came to her. But then her thoughts would turn to Ed. What was he thinking? They had spent time together and they had admitted their feelings, but was there more to come? Was there more for them? Would Olivia ever find out? She couldn't think like that while she was with Jason. She had to think of getting away from Jason.

"When did my brother re-join the GCPD?" Olivia had dared to ask Jason after he had asked her to make him a roast dinner one night after she had promised to behave.

She was chopping up vegetables, her feet were bound, making it impossible for her to move any quicker than shuffling pace. She had her hands free, but Jason was sat at the breakfast bar, a gun by his hands, almost silently urging her to try something. But she didn't. She knew that the minute she tried something then he would kill her.

"The other week," Jason said to her. "He was reinstated and left Arkham."

"I see," Olivia said with a nod of her head. "And is he still looking for me?"

"Yes," Jason responded with a nod. "He is still looking for you. I have to say, his appeals are very convincing. He plays the worried brother role very well."

Olivia smirked down at the vegetables. This guy had no idea. He had no clue what he would do to make sure that she was returned safely.

"I'm sure he will stop looking eventually," Olivia said to Jason, turning her head over her shoulder as she remained confident, refusing to show him how scared she really was. He didn't want that from her. He didn't want her to be scared. He wanted to think that he had fixed her. She would let him think that. "Maybe you could let me write to him? I could send him a message and just tell him that I am alright?"

Jason didn't look entirely convinced by that. He chuckled and moved to his feet, shaking his head as his hands dropped to his hips. Sauntering forwards, he stood behind Olivia, arms wrapping around her waist and holding onto her. Olivia tried not to shudder and wonder what it would feel like to have Ed holding her instead. Placing his hands on her stomach, his fingers splayed and crunched up the white nightgown she wore that tumbled down to her knees.

"He will stop," he promised her in a soft whisper, kissing her on the side of her neck as she did her best not to wince. "But you would really do that? Tell him that you do not want him searching?"

"The more I think about it, the more I believe you," Olivia said in a whisper. "I think that I need to be fixed. I need someone stronger…someone who can save me from myself."

"And that is what I am trying to do, Olivia," he said to her, his voice sultry as he moved his hands up her bare arms, his fingers toying with the straps of the nightgown there. "I am trying to save you."

"I know," Olivia said, placing the knife down, her hands going to hold onto his. "But I think it will take time, Jason. I just need you to be gentle with me, okay?"

Turning her head over her shoulder, she managed a smile up to him and he looked down to her, nodding as he bent down to kiss her cheek. She turned back around, the smile dropping from her face as she went back to preparing dinner and plotting how to get away.

….

Jim had been dropped on the Grace Fairchild case, but his mind was on anything but that. Lee had suggested he search the bars close to where she was last seen alive and Ed had compiled a list for him. Jim had been sat at his desk while Ed had handed him the list and told him that he had even managed to find some of the hidden bars that were located behind dry cleaners. It seemed to be that they were invite only places.

"Has there been any news on Olivia?" Ed had asked Jim as he loitered by his desk and Harvey remained seated, looking to his partner with worry. He knew that Jim's mind was on Olivia. Work only came second to her.

"No," Jim said with a shake of his head. "After we finished searching the area, there was no one who had seen her. I…I don't know where to go from now."

"I was thinking," Ed said, pushing his glasses further onto his nose, "maybe we could hang up some posters? You know, missing person posters? Someone might recognise her if they have seen her around?"

Jim nodded once. "Might be a good idea, Ed," he said.

"I'll get on that right away," Ed said and scurried off as Harvey watched him go, intrigue taking hold of him at the sight of the man. Pointing to the retreating figure, Harvey looked over to his friend.

"And your sister is crushing on that guy?" he checked. "Seriously?"

"Hey," Jim said, "he has been good to her. He cares about her and treats her well…I mean, he treats her better than her ex ever did. I would have approved of the two of them being together. I think that Olivia would have been happy."

Jim moved to his feet and reached for his coat as Harvey did the same.

"Come on," he said, "we need to go and find out if anyone had seen Grace Fairchild."

….

Ed had been making the posters, his gaze set on Olivia as he saw her image on his computer. He had sat there and watched her for a few moments, his eyes focused on her intently. He wondered where she was and what was happening to her. His mind could only focus on Olivia and he knew that was ruining his relationship with Kristen. Truth be told, he hadn't thought that much about her. Instead he thought about Olivia and what she was going through.

He looked to his lunch box at the side of him on his desk and shook his head. Pushing it to the side, he lost his appetite as he heard a knock on the door to his office. Turning around, he saw Kristen Kringle herself walk in, cradling a stack of folders in her grip.

"Mr Nygma," she greeted him, "I have the autopsy reports you asked for."

"Thank you," Ed said.

Kristen went to place them on his desk before seeing the photo of Olivia that sat there. "Is that her?" she asked. "Is that Jim Gordon's sister?"

"Olivia," Ed corrected. She had a name. Olivia had her own identity. "That's Olivia."

"She looks a sweet girl," Kristen commented, moving to adjust her glasses on her face. "Is she the one you were friends with?"

"Were," Ed commented and looked to Kristen, his gaze moving from the image of Olivia. "You said were…like she is gone already…"

Kristen frowned. "I didn't meant that," she said to him. "I just meant that…the two of you…were…are close."

"We are," Ed corrected her. "She is out there. She is out there and she is alive. She has to be."

"I hope so," Kristen told her. "Anyway, I need to go."

Ed turned to look to her as she moved to sweep her hair behind her ear. But then Ed saw the bruises. Her sweater rode up her arm and displayed the large brown bruise forming on her pale skin. Ed's eyes widened and he moved to his feet, his hand going to her wrist to stop her from pulling it back down and hiding the sight.

"Who did this to you?" he asked from her.

"No one…he…it was an accident," Kristen blabbered and Ed felt an anger surge through him. "It doesn't matter. I can't feel it."

"Your boyfriend," Ed said. "Tom Dougherty. He did this, didn't he?"

"I said the wrong thing," Kristen said quickly and Edward shook his head.

"No," he said, "he shouldn't do this."

"Don't get involved, Ed," she said to him. "You have other people to worry about."

Looking to the screen, Ed followed her gaze. Olivia was staring back at him and he shuddered. What would she say? What would she do? She had been a victim to a man who had treated her badly. She might not like Kristen Kringle, but she would not like to hear her being treated like this. She wouldn't like it one little bit. And so, as Kristen Kringle scurried away, Ed swore that he would help her. He would help her because it was the right thing to do.

…

Standing in the morgue over Grace Fairchild's body, Jim looked down onto it. Lee was holding a file in her hands as she spoke, telling both him and Harvey her reports.

"It's odd," Lee said to them, "Grace Fairchild was missing for more than four months. With the abductions there tends to be a lot of trauma and abuse to her body, but there was none here. Except for the stab wounds to her heart and throat, her body is fine."

Harvey frowned. "That doesn't add up…unless…"

Jim dropped his hands to his hips. "Unless what?" he questioned.

"Have you ever considered that she ran away on her own steam?" Harvey wondered from his friend. "Maybe her going missing has nothing to do with her murder?"

"Maybe," Jim said.

"The findings would support that," Lee spoke.

"But…no," Jim said decisively. "No, Fairchild had a good job and a mortgage. She called her mother the night she went missing. She had a good life on the night she went missing. She had nothing to run away from. Whoever took her decided to do it…to keep her until the time was right…until she had served her purpose."

"So you think he kept her alive for all those months?" Harvey checked, but Jim was staring at Fairchild, his eyes widening as he spoke. Lee looked to him, wondering what he was thinking about as Harvey waited for a response that never came to him.

"Olivia," Jim whispered his sister's name.

Harvey frowned. "What about Olivia?"

"Isn't it odd?" Jim demanded. "Grace Fairchild's body washes up a week after my sister goes missing? She's been dead…how long did you say?"

"Well, I would go for two weeks, but-"

"-Is no one else seeing this?" Jim interrupted Lee. "He kept her for four months and then killed her at the same time my sister goes missing. How similar are they? They both have jobs and their own lives. They both have a stable life…she called her mother…Olivia calls me…is it coincidence that she goes missing as we find Grace?"

"What are you saying?" Harvey demanded. "You think that this guy is a serial killer?"

"I don't know," Jim responded.

"I think you are clutching at straws," Harvey decided.

"No," Jim said firmly. "Something isn't right here."

"Jim, maybe Harvey has a point," Lee said more tactfully. "Maybe you are just trying to reach conclusions? I know you want Olivia back. We all want that, but there is nothing to link them."

"There has to be," Jim said, a demanding tone to his voice. "There has to be something."

Jim stalked off then, leaving Lee and Harvey to watch as he left, knowing that he was a man on a mission.

….

A/N: Do let me know what you think!