Jim was still convinced that whoever had killed Grace Fairchild had taken his sister and he was going to do everything in his power to find her. He had been talking to Harvey about it, stood in the doorway of the morgue as the older cop tried to convince the new rookie not to be so hasty in his assumption. Lee had urged Jim to come back down to the morgue after he had rushed off, telling him that they would find his sister quicker if they worked together.

"You might be jumping to conclusions," Harvey said to Jim. "Whoever killed Fairchild doesn't necessarily have your sister. It might just be a coincidence."

"Do you think so?" Jim asked from him. "Because what I am seeing is someone who has been-"

"-I am sorry to interrupt."

Jim looked behind and into the corridor as Ed stood there, his hands holding onto an evidence bag. Lee peered over their shoulders as Ed looked around, clearly wondering if he had interrupted something. Were they talking about Olivia? Did they have any new information. Looking to Jim, he saw the young man sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"What is it, Ed?" Harvey wondered as they moved into the corridor. Three sets of eyes found Ed as he adjusted the tie he wore against his patterned blue shirt, coughing to clear his throat.

"Is it Olivia?" Ed asked, unable to help himself. "Has there been news?"

"No," Harvey said before Jim could speak and launch into his theory. "There hasn't, but we'll keep you updated. Do you have something for us, Ed?"

"Ugh, yes," Ed said, trying to get back to his train of thought, his mind still on Olivia. "Technically this isn't evidence. All the evidence has been destroyed, as far as I can tell. Grace Fairchild is practically a lost cause, but I was able to find a photocopy of this in a log book. It is a broken heart…hand painted…I think."

Harvey stepped forwards and took it from Ed, looking down to it as his eyes widened and he bit down on his tongue for a moment. He took hold of the bag from Ed and ran a hand down his chin. "This was at the crime scene?"

"Yes," Ed said.

"This…exactly this?"

"Well, no a replica, this was a photocopy."

"No, Ed," Harvey said, his voice rising an octave as fear seemed to engulf him. He didn't need Nygma's rambling at that moment in time. "Not now."

"What's wrong?" Jim wondered, arms folded over his chest.

"Harvey, are you okay?" Lee interjected, slightly concerned as she looked to the older man.

"I warned you," Harvey said, looking to Jim. "I warned you so many times, but you didn't listen to me."

"What are you talking about?" Jim demanded from him.

"This guy isn't a novice," Harvey said and they all seemed to be slightly concerned. "This guy…he's…this isn't his first kill."

Jim's brow furrowed, arching on his forehead as he wondered what Harvey was saying. He stepped closer to his partner, his eyes narrowed and his chin tilted upwards. "What are you saying?" Jim asked from him.

"This guy takes young and single women and dumps their bodies around Gotham," Harvey said. "Each time he kills someone he leaves one of these at the crime scene," he held up the love heart and Jim frowned, biting down on his tongue as he glared at Harvey.

"So who is he?" he demanded from him.

"We don't know," Harvey said. "Some guys call him the Don Juan killer, but most call him The Ogre."

"I'm confused," Lee interjected, holding her hands up and shaking her head as she glanced to Harvey and Ed remained mute, gulping as he watched Gordon and wondered what was going through his mind. Was he thinking what Ed was thinking? "If you know about this guy and he is so famous then why has no one heard about him?"

Harvey shook his head. "It is the GCPD's secret," he said. "They can't tell anyone."

"Why not?" Jim wondered, arms folded over his chest.

"Because he retaliates against anyone who works against him," Harvey said. "He kills the people that he loves. That is why he hasn't been caught, because no one has investigated him."

"Until me," Jim whispered.

"Which makes me wonder who asked you to investigate this," Harvey whispered.

"An officer," Jim said. "I can't remember which one, but I will know him when I see him."

"But why you?" Ed wondered, unable to keep silent. "Why would he ask you to investigate this crime? There has to be some reason? There has to be a reason for this."

"I know," Jim agreed and gulped, looking to Harvey. "Still think it is a coincidence now?"

"What?" Harvey wrinkled his nose.

"My sister goes missing the same week that this officer asks me to help out on this case?" Jim asked. "This isn't a coincidence, Harvey. There is a reason why I am working on this case."

"Jim-"

"-No," Jim interrupted before Harvey could continue with his speech. "The Ogre, whoever he is, knows Olivia. He knows Olivia and he wants to get to me and he can do that through her…my sister is being used against me and I need to find out why."

…

Harvey had flown off the handle as soon as Jim had pointed the officer out to him in the locker room. He had grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall, doing Jim's job for him. Lee had stood back with Ed, the two of them watching with worry as the scene unfolded. Edward had been unusually quiet, no riddles or funny comments. There had been nothing. He was clearly worried.

"It wasn't my idea, I swear," the officer said. "I was ordered to give you the case."

"Ordered by whom?" Harvey snapped through gritted teeth.

"Loeb," he said and Harvey let him. "It was Commissioner Loeb. He told me to tell you that I looked up to you and you inspired me. He told me to say that I wanted to help clean up the city and that this case was a part of that. He knew you wouldn't say no."

"So you followed orders like a good soldier?" Jim asked, mocking in his voice.

"You know what Loeb can do," he said and Harvey shook his head.

"Get out of here," Harvey said and the man scurried away.

Jim stood in the middle of the room as Edward sat down on one of the benches, hands clasped together as he leant forwards. Lee looked to Jim, longing to move over to him and hold him and promise him that everything would be okay. But she didn't know if it would be. She had no idea if anything would be alright.

"The Ogre can't have Olivia," Harvey was the one to say. "We only just started to investigate him. Olivia went missing before him."

"Unless he knew that this was going to happen?" Jim suggested. "Maybe he knew that we would be assigned the case and he took her before we could do anything?"

"Maybe," Lee said with a shrug of her shoulders. "But how could he have known? If it is true that Loeb set this up then he couldn't have told anyone about this plan. It seems unlikely that The Ogre could have got wind of this."

"Exactly," Harvey said.

Jim looked over to Ed. He had his eyes set down on the floor, his glasses slipping down his nose. He picked his head up as soon as Jim spoke his name, his eyes looking over to him. Jim looked interested in what he had to say. He looked as though he valued his opinion. That didn't often happen to Ed.

"What do you think, Ed?" Gordon asked from him.

"Me?" Ed checked, hand against his chest. "I…"

"Is it crazy?" Jim asked. "I know my sister, Ed. I know that she would never disappear like this. I…Olivia going missing and now The Ogre case. I don't think it is coincidental."

"Nor do I," Edward admitted and Harvey groaned as Ed shrugged and sat up straight. "What?" he asked from Harvey. "I know Olivia, not very well, I admit, but I have spent plenty of time with her. I do not think that she would have ran off like this and I agree with Jim. I think that it is no coincidence. I think that he must have got wind that Loeb would give the case to Jim. I think that he is clever…that rumours can spread in this city and he got hold of it."

"So what are you saying?" Lee asked from Ed. "You think that there is a mole in the GCPD?"

Harvey responded then, voice low. "There's moles everywhere in this city. If he got wind of Jim being given his case then he could have acted before anything happened."

"So what do we do?" Lee asked.

"I need to go," Jim said quickly. "I need to start finding this guy."

…

Sitting on the bed, Olivia had to admit that it was comfier than being chained up in Jason's hidden room. She had handcuffs stopping her from making a move, one keeping her to his bedframe and one on his wrist. Jason sat next to her, dressed in his pyjamas as he watched Olivia and she spoke to him, her voice soft and gentle as she smiled sadly and he kept a hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking the bare skin there from where her nightgown had ridden up.

"I never told anyone about Jack at the time because I didn't know who to tell," Olivia said to him, doing her best to play Jason at his own game. She would win if it killed her and she suspected that was Jason's intent sooner or later if she put a toe out of line. "Jim wasn't living in Gotham and he was working away…risking his life…I didn't know who I could tell. I have an uncle, but I haven't seen him in years. I remember whenever Jim called I would lie to him. I would tell him that things were fine."

"So you lied to him," Jason said and Olivia chuckled and shrugged.

"I guess," she admitted. "But in my mind it was easier to lie than to trouble him. I kept asking myself why I was too weak to leave him. I wanted to know why I kept going back to our apartment every night. Even in my mind it didn't make sense."

"Nothing ever does," Jason said and Olivia closed her eyes for a moment, leaning her head back. "He didn't treat you well, Olivia. You can see that now."

"I can," Olivia said to him, opening her eyes and looking over to him once more. "No one has ever really looked after me…except for you."

"Do you mean that?" Jason asked from her.

"Yes," Olivia said with a nod, trying to stop bile from rising in her throat. "I see that now, Jason…both of us…somehow we are both broken…wanting the same thing."

"And what is that?" Jason asked, clearly testing her.

"Love," Olivia said and she saw his face lighten slightly. "Unrequited love."

She had no time to do anything as she felt him move quickly, his lips pressing against hers. She let her hand ball into a fist as she dropped it into the duvet quilt, trying not to push him away from her. He pulled back after a moment, his hands holding her cheeks in his grip.

"You are perfect, Olivia…so perfect."

"I'm not," Olivia responded, shaking her head. "I only understand you."

"Better than anyone ever could," Jason said and he moved to lay down, dragging Olivia down with him. She rested by his side, letting him drape his arm around her as she remained handcuffed to the bed. His warm breath tickled the back of her neck and she did her best not to throw up as she closed her eyes and silently prayed for Jim to be on Jason's trail.

….

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