Ed had managed to reassure Olivia that Jim would not find anything out about Officer Dougherty. He had said nothing to Kristen and he had no intention of saying anything. Jim would not find anything and eventually Dougherty would become a cold case. He would be forgotten from everyone's mind and Ed would be in the clear.

He had spent most of his evenings with Olivia, cooking dinner for her and enjoying her company. Most of their evenings ended with them sleeping together. Ed would stay over at Olivia's some nights and other nights she would spend at his. He had to admit that, when it came to pleasing Olivia, he could feel the voice in the back of his head take over. He was more confident and domineering and, by the way Olivia moaned underneath him, she didn't seem to mind. In fact, she enjoyed it more than she would let on.

It was one Friday evening when she found herself in the GCPD precinct. She had agreed to pick Ed up from work considering his car had broken down. She had met Lee in the lobby on her way in and the doctor had greeted her with a warm embrace, both the women now more than comfortable in each other's presence.

"Long time no see," Lee commented as she let go of Olivia and noted the form fitting green dress she wore. "You look…really hot."

Olivia laughed and raked a hand through her hair, knowing that the dress was one of her best. She had decided to wear heels and had her hair hanging loose down her back. "It's just a dress I had in the wardrobe for a long time," Olivia said.

"So nothing to do with you meeting Ed for dinner?"

Olivia shrugged and almost blushed. "We're going to some fancy bar this evening," Olivia said.

"So how are things going with Ed?" Lee asked and then took hold of the files she had come for from reception. She began walking and took hold of Olivia by the arm. "Come on, you're going to walk with me and tell me everything."

"There isn't much to tell," Olivia informed Lee, wrapping her arm through Lee's. "Things have been great for the past few weeks. I'm…spending time with Ed has been great. He's really great, Lee. He cooks for me and we've spent every night together."

"Really? So that is why I haven't seen you around for a long time?" Lee asked her.

"Sorry about that," Olivia responded. "I tried to call the other night, but Jim said that you guys were out on date night and then he told me about everything going on, what with the escaped convicts. I was wondering if, maybe, you might be free this weekend?"

"I have Saturday afternoon free," Lee said and opened the door to her office, letting Olivia step in. "Did you want to grab lunch?"

"Sounds great," Olivia said and moved to sit down in the chair that Lee indicated to her. The doctor tossed her files onto her desk and smirked. Lee moved her own chair from out behind her desk, wheeling it so that she could sit next to Olivia. Folding one leg over the other, she leaned back as her white lab coat fell open around her.

"So, go on," Lee urged her. "What is he like to date? I only work with him and he is sweet, but what is he like outside of work?"

"He's…I think what you see is what you get," Olivia decided on saying. "When I am with him everything feels natural. We can just be together in silence and I don't feel awkward. He is the best cook and he is really like a gentleman. I mean, I don't care about someone opening doors for me, but when Ed does it…well…it just makes me feel lucky. He cares so much, Lee. It feels weird, but I love it…I think I love him."

"Wow," Lee said, eyes wide as she heard Olivia speak. Shrugging her shoulders, Olivia tucked her hair behind her ears again. "Olivia, how long have you felt like this? You've only been dating a few weeks."

"I've known Ed a long time now," Olivia said. "It's like you said before, Lee, I've been in denial about everything. It's only now, when I am with him, when I realise that I should have done something sooner."

"God, this is serious," Lee said. "Have you guys…well…you know?"

"Oh yeah," Olivia said and Lee's mouth gaped. "Like, every night."

"Seriously?" Lee demanded from her. "What is he like?"

"It's weird," Olivia said. "Ed is usually meek and mild. He isn't the one who takes charge of anything. We both know that, but as soon as we are in the bedroom he changes. It's like a switch flicks inside of him and he's…well…he's enthusiastic. He's different to anyone else I've been with."

"I don't even know what to say," Lee admitted, holding her hands up.

"Neither do I," Olivia replied. "I mean, I don't know what happens to him, but I'm not complaining. The other night I had the best or-"

"-Liv, what are you doing here?" Jim's voice entered the room and Lee's smile continued to grow slyly as Olivia's brother interrupted their conversation. Olivia threw a knowing glance over to Lee and stood up. Turning to look to her brother, Olivia smiled and stepped towards him.

"I'm picking Ed up from work. His car is in the garage," Olivia said, embracing Jim. "Lee found me in the lobby and we were just talking about where to go this weekend for lunch."

"Well this is a pleasant surprise anyway," Jim said. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"Sorry about that," Olivia said. "Timings for both of us have been off. How is work anyway? You were on some kind of stakeout when I last called."

"Busy," Jim admitted to his sister. "The new Mayoral candidate, you know, Theo Galavan, he wants my endorsement. I'm trying to avoid him and stay out of politics."

"Wise decision," Olivia said to Jim. "But you're okay?"

"Fine," Jim assured her, knowing how his sister worried. He looked down to her and his eyes widened as he finally noted her dress. "Jesus, Liv…where did that dress come from?"

Rolling her eyes, Olivia folded her arms over her chest. "I'm not eighteen, Jim. You can't have a go at me for what I am wearing. Anyway, I need to go and find Ed. Lee," Olivia said and looked to her, "text me where you want to meet, yeah?"

"Got it," Lee nodded.

Olivia pecked her brother on the cheek. "Stay safe and please try and stop working long enough for us to have dinner one evening."

"I will do my best," he assured her and watched as she left.

Walking down the corridor, Olivia moved towards Ed's office. She knocked on the door once she reached his office. She could hear him moving around in the room and she smiled to herself as he opened the door, pushing his glasses onto his nose as he saw her stood there.

"Olivia," he spoke her name in a rushed tone. "I am so sorry, I will be done in a few minutes. I promise. Come on in."

He stepped aside and let her in, instantly feeling his mouth dry as he watched the back of her. She removed her jacket and draped it over his desk as she looked around his workstation. He had a desk in the corner and in the middle of the room was a large stainless steel worktop with a microscope on it and numerous petri dishes dotted around, alongside a mug of tea that looked like it had gone cold. There was a model skeleton in the corner and a door that led onto another corridor.

"What are you working on?" Olivia asked from Ed as he closed the door and walked back to his stool, eyes still on Olivia as he held the back of his chair and stood facing him.

"A Jane Doe was found on the docks," he said to her. "I am examining to see if I can find anything useful from the dirt gathered underneath her nails."

"Any luck so far?"

"Not so far," Ed said and he looked to the microscope, focusing on it and instead of Olivia, knowing that his self-restrain could only go so far if he saw her in that tight dress again. He could hear her walking around the office, her heels clicking on the floor before Ed quit and realised he couldn't see anything.

"I think I am out of luck," Ed said to her.

"Want me to take a look?" Olivia wondered from him and he wondered what she was doing before she stood in front of him. Bending down, she perched so that she was hovering just above his lap. Ed reached out, hands moving to grab hold of her hips as she looked through the microscope, knowing what she was doing as she shook her head. She leaned back, Ed's front now pressing to her back as she turned her head to the side and looked at him.

"You know," she whispered into his ear, "I've been thinking about you all day."

Ed arched a brow. "Is that so?" he asked from her.

"Hmm," she hummed her agreement, a hand running into his hair and holding it tightly. "After this morning, I kept thinking about how to drive you as crazy as you drove me."

"And what did you come up with? Was wearing that dress not enough?"

"Oh, not quite," Olivia responded and kissed him slowly and sensually, feeling his hands tighten on her hips before she pulled back, biting his lip and making him gasp loudly as she whispered in his ear, voice hot and heavy. "I decided not to wear underwear."

He groaned then and moved so that he was stood up. He moved his hands to the top of her thighs, pulling up her dress slowly as he bent over her, voice now in her ear. "Hands on the table," he demanded from her.

She complied, feeling his long fingers moving up her bare thigh and teasing her skin as his lips moved down the side of her neck. He was almost done with teasing her, his fingers dangerously close to where she needed him when the door to his office opened wide, no etiquette of knocking. Jumping back, Ed tried to pull Olivia's dress down as she stood up straight, cheeks flushed and neck red from where Ed had been nipping. Looking to the door, Olivia watched on as Kristen Kringle stood there, folders in her grip.

"I have the files you requested," she said, eyes finally settling on the sight in front of her.

Kristen pursed her lips as she saw the two of them. They had clearly been caught in a compromising position. She noted the redness of Olivia's neck and how her dress was crumpled, riding dangerously high on her thighs. Ed's glasses had fallen down his nose and his own face was slightly flushed, hair dishevelled.

"Thank you, yes," Ed said, hands on his own hips as he remained stood behind Olivia. "Could you drop them on the desk?"

Kristen plonked them down, not caring for neatness. "From records we found the woman at the docks had been arrested before."

"I see," Ed nodded his head. "And she…well…I know that her profession was working in the Narrows."

"She was a whore," Kristen said, but her eyes were looking directly at Olivia.

Olivia had the nerve to hold Kristen's gaze, refusing to back down or let Kristen get to her. She knew that dig was meant for her. It was clear as day why she had said it.

"I hardly think there is need for that language," he said, knowing what Kristen was doing. "Anyway, thank you, Miss Kringle."

"Mr Nygma," she curtly said and turned on her heel to leave, slamming the door shut behind her.

Olivia tilted her head back and felt herself feel a slight sense of guilt. Ed's arms wrapped around her, holding her waist as he bent down and kissed the space between her neck and shoulder, nose running along her skin.

"Ignore her," he urged from her.

"That couldn't have been nice for her, no matter how much I detest her," Olivia said to him. "I mean, she basically caught you about to screw me against your desk."

His arms around her gripped even tighter as he moaned lowly against her skin. "Do not put that image in my head if you don't want it to happen," he urged from her and she chuckled, closing her eyes.

"How about a compromise?" she asked him, turning to face him. "We skip dinner and instead of screwing me on your desk at work, you can screw me on your desk at home? At least we won't get caught then."

"I can work with that," Ed said.

…

Olivia sat eating pancakes on the Saturday morning in Ed's bed. He was sat in front of her, his legs crossed as he picked at the plate of pancakes with his own fork. He had doused them in maple syrup and strawberries, icing sugar covering them. Olivia was wearing one of his checked shirts, the duvet resting in her lap. He had changed into his sweats and a grey top, glasses removed from his eyes as he ate with her.

"I promised Lee that I would grab lunch with her today," Olivia informed Ed. She picked at another pancake on the plate between them. "Did you want to have dinner tonight again?"

"Sure," Ed said with a nod. "Although it might be best if you swing by after eight."

"Why?" Olivia asked him, moving to grab the glass of orange juice on the bedside table. Taking a sip on it, she kept it in her hands as Ed placed his fork down.

"Kristen is coming around to pick up her stuff," Ed said to her. "I told her that I would bring it to her, but she insisted on coming round. I thought that it might be best if you two avoided each other."

"I can agree with that," Olivia said.

"And I was also thinking," Ed continued, "that, if you want to, you can have a drawer here…keep your things here instead of dragging that holdall with you whenever you stay."

Olivia frowned then and peered into her orange juice. "So you move Kristen's stuff out a drawer and then offer it to me?"

"What?" Ed asked her. "No, Olivia, no, it isn't like that. She never had her stuff here…only some things…don't say it like that."

"It kind of feels like it," Olivia said.

Ed moved and took her glass from her. He placed it back on the table and pushed the pancakes aside. Kneeling in front of her, Ed took hold of her cheeks in his hands and he looked down to her, forehead brushing hers. "I want you to bring your stuff here because I cannot imagine spending a night apart from you now," Ed whispered to her. "I want you in my life…I want you as a permanent fixture in my life, Olivia. I love you. Do not doubt that."

"I don't," Olivia said to him. "It just felt like bad timing to tell me you wanted me to move stuff in."

"I did not mean for it to be," Ed said to her and kissed her chastely. "I love you."

"I love you too," Olivia said, kissing him again.

Ed let her move after that, watching as she walked into the bathroom and he began tidying up their breakfast.

"You know, she knows about what you did to Dougherty and she still accepted you. She enjoys it whenever I take over for a short period…maybe she'd enjoy it if you just accepted who you are, Ed? Maybe that is who she wants?"

"She does not need you," Ed mumbled, filling the sink up to wash the dishes. "She loves me. She loves me as I am."

"She loves me whenever I have her moaning underneath us. Don't pretend that it doesn't excite you. I think that you know that. You know that if you let me out for a spin…showed her how confident you can be…she'd love it."

"She is mine," Ed mumbled. "She is not yours…I will not let you have her."

"And how long do you think you can keep me at bay? I am a part of you, Eddie boy. It won't be long until you realise that she is ours."

"Ed," Olivia's voice rang out and he whirled around, slightly startled. She was still dressed in his shirt, peeking out from the bathroom. "Can I borrow a towel?"

"Of course, yes," Ed said, moving quickly to the cupboard in the corner and pulling a towel out. He handed it to her and she went back into the bathroom as he controlled his breathing, swearing that he would do everything he could to protect Olivia from the voice that wanted to take over.

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