Jim and Harvey walked up to the art gallery after parking their car around the corner. Flashing his badge at the officer on duty, Jim ducked under the tape cordoning off the building. There were still witnesses he wanted to interview, but he doubted any of them would know much. Officers were taking statements and he would see if any account came back with something interesting in it. He looked over the sea of faces before noticing his sister stood talking to an officer, Ed by her side. Jim's brows furrowed together and he patted Harvey on the back.

"I'll be with you in a minute," he said and Harvey nodded, continuing up the stairs and into the gallery. Jim made a beeline back down the steps and towards his sister. He gave Officer Digby a pat on the shoulder and said that he would take over the interview.

"What are you doing here?" he asked Olivia.

"I suggested a trip to the art gallery," Olivia responded. "Ed had booked the day off work because we have the day off school…what is going on?"

"I don't know," Jim said to his sister. "There was a painting stolen. I only know that much."

"There looked to be some kind of smoking device," Ed said, pushing his glasses further onto his nose as he spoke. "I don't think it was a bomb, but it looked like it could be one. Nothing detonated, anyway."

"Thanks, Ed," Jim said. "I hate to ask, but do you think that you could maybe come back to work for the day? We might need you and you're the best we've got."

"Well, I guess," Ed said with a shrug, trying not to look too giddy at the prospect of going back to work and investigating his own crime. He glanced down to Olivia. "You don't mind?"

"Of course not," Olivia said, slightly put out that their day had been cut short. She completely understood why, however. She placed a hand on Ed's shoulder and stood on her tiptoes, kissing him chastely. "I'll see you tonight?"

"Here," Ed said, moving his hand into his pocket and feeling the can of green spray paint he had used to deface the paintings. He pulled out the keys to his apartment. "Go back to mine if you want."

"Thanks," Olivia said, taking the keys and placing them in her own pocket. "I'll get a taxi once I've finished picking up some groceries for dinner."

"Okay," Ed agreed with that considering they had come in his car.

"Be careful," she urged from both Jim and Ed. She embraced her brother quickly before kissing Ed once more and wandering off.

Jim watched her go, eyes on the back of her head as she walked across the road.

"We'll bag up everything we have," Jim said to Ed. "I'll get it sent back to the lab asap."

"I will head back and wait for it," Ed confirmed and walked away, knowing what it was he had to do next.

…

Olivia had heard about the bomb at the train station and how Jim had managed to evacuate everyone in time before disposing of the bomb safely. Ed had returned back to the apartment to find her cooking after talking with her brother and ensuring that he was safe. She was making a pasta bake and was about to place it in the oven, a glass of white wine on the worktop that she had been sipping.

"Hey," Olivia said, turning her head over her shoulder to see Ed. "Are you okay? How was work?"

"Fine," Ed said to her. "I was called in to work on the case at the train station. It's been a long day."

"Jim said that it is someone leaving green question marks," Olivia said. "He said that the bomb was hidden in a locker. What would have happened if Jim hadn't found it, Ed?"

"We don't need to think like that," Ed assured her, shrugging out of his coat and placing it on his coat rack. He moved further into the apartment as Olivia closed the oven door and turned around, leaning back against the worktop. He placed his hands on her shoulders, holding them loosely. "Your brother saved the day, Olivia. This was a puzzle and your brother solved it and saved lives."

"But why?" Olivia asked Ed. "What does he want from this?"

"I don't know," Ed said, "but your bother has put me in charge of forensics. Whoever it is, we'll find him."

"I know," Olivia said, her own hands moving on top of Ed's. She moved them then, dropping them to her waist as she moved her own around him, holding onto him tightly. "Did my brother say anything about Kristen?"

"Nothing," Ed said to her, a hand moving to run down her hair gently as she rested her cheek in the crook of his neck. "He is busy with this case now, but I am sure he will look into Kristen when he gets a chance."

"Yeah," Olivia said to him. She pulled back and moved a hand down his checked shirt, feeling his brown tie as he continued to watch her. "Listen, this things is going to be in the oven for a while. I'm thinking I might go and shower while it cooks."

"Of course," Ed said, nodding his head. He had work to do and he needed to make sure Olivia was out the way for a while. He needed to find his leather gloves and crowbar before he paid Officer Pinkney a visit this evening. Of course, he had a sure fire way to make sure Olivia slept soundly while he was gone. "Why don't you go and shower and I'll set the table and think about whipping up a soufflé."

"And that is why I love you," Olivia said to him, kissing him quickly before making a dive for the bathroom.

Ed waited until he heard the running water and moved quickly. He grabbed the bag he kept in the cupboard in the corner, tossing his leather gloves into it alongside his crowbar. He closed the door and made a start on finding the ingredients for the soufflé before he heard the intercom buzz. Moving over to it, he wondered who it could be. His eyes widened as he looked at the small screen to see Penguin stood outside his apartment. He buzzed him in without another word and moved to the door. He stepped out into the corridor and looked around. He couldn't let Olivia or anyone know that he was here.

"Ed, my old friend," Penguin spoke, his voice very cheery.

"Penguin!" Ed exclaimed. "What are you doing here? I heard you got released?"

"Can I come in for a moment?" Penguin asked and Ed bit down on his lip.

"I would love to let you," he said, voice full of excitement at the sight of the man in front of him. "I honestly would love to let you in, but Olivia is here and she doesn't know…well…she doesn't need to know about what we did."

"Say no more," Penguin said and Ed couldn't help but think he looked overly cheerful for a man covered in feathers. Ed wondered what exactly had happened. "So how have you been, old friend?"

"I've been well," Ed said. "I have been very well. And what about you? But…well…what happened?" Ed asked, gesturing to the feathers covering him.

"Oh," Penguin said, tone jovial. "This was Butch and Tabitha having fun. They did talk about killing me, so this is actually pretty nice of them considering."

Ed frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "Pretty nice of them?" Ed echoed. "They did a good job on you in Arkham, huh?"

"Ed, I am here to tell you as a friend that violence is not the answer," Penguin said and Ed wondered just what had happened to Penguin. This was not him and Ed did not want to hear this speech. "I am a changed man…I am better and you can change too…you can be a better man for Olivia…"

"Cool," Ed said. "Tempting offer," he continued, "but the thing is I quite like who I am right now and Olivia does too. She likes this confident me, especially in the bedroom, I mean wow," Ed said and then shook his head. "And the things you told me about Jim Gordon are really paying off." Ed laughed at that.

"Is it?" Penguin asked, slightly concerned.

"Oh, it really is," Ed confirmed to him. "I would love to share, honestly I would, but let's just say that it will be exciting to see, okay?"

"Okay…yes…" Penguin nodded.

"And besides, the new you is freaking me out," Ed confirmed. "Anyway, I need to get back in…I'm cooking dinner with Olivia and I don't want her to worry."

"Of course, yes," Penguin said, nodding his head. "I will hopefully see you soon, old friend."

"Yes, hopefully," Ed said to him and walked back into his apartment after waving goodbye to Penguin. He closed the door and walked back into the kitchen. He began baking, listening to Olivia hum in the shower in the background. She turned the water off after a few moments and it was clear that she had heard nothing going on. She came out the bathroom wrapped in a towel, hair wet and hanging down her back. She continued humming as she padded to the dresser and pulled out underwear and the shirt she wore to bed.

As she placed them on the bed and closed the drawer, her phone buzzed. Picking it up, she looked at the text message.

"Shit," Olivia mumbled.

"What is it?" Ed enquired.

"They are reopening the investigation into Galavan," she said to Ed. "Jim said that someone came forward with new evidence."

"What new evidence?" Ed asked, trying to hide his glee as he finished making the soufflé, pouring the mixture into two separate dishes, ready to go into the oven.

"He didn't say," Olivia said and placed her phone back down. "He's pretty vague on the details and he said he was busy, but fine."

"I am sure it is someone maybe playing a hoax," Ed said to her. "Jim wasn't even there when Galavan was killed, was he?"

"No," Olivia said, but her voice was unsure. Looking to her, Ed wondered if she knew. She was sat on the edge of his bed, still wrapped in her towel. Did she know what Jim had done? Her face seemed to imply that she did. She looked concerned. Why would she be concerned if Jim had not been there?

"Is everything okay?" Ed asked from her.

She forced the smile back onto her face and nodded. "Fine," she said to him, moving to stand up and change into the shirt.

Ed took over on cooking duties then and moved his hand into his pocket for the small bag of powder he had. Pulling it out as Olivia grabbed the plates, he poured the powder into her glass of wine, swirling it behind her back so she didn't notice. He handed her the glass and watched her drink it slowly over dinner. The two of them talked about Ed's day and what Olivia had to do at work the next day before wondering if they should try and go out again on Friday night, joking that they always seemed to get caught up in something whenever they went out.

Olivia yawned loudly once they were sat watching TV on the sofa. Ed had his arm over the back of the sofa with Olivia leaning against him. Looking down to her as he checked his watch on his other wrist, he smirked.

"It's late," he said.

"Hmm," she hummed. She was already on the verge of sleep. "I'm sorry. I feel exhausted."

"Then let's go to bed," Ed said.

He helped her up from the sofa, hauling her up by her hands. She walked over to the bed and pulled the covers back. Climbing into it, Ed changed into his pyjamas and climbed in behind her. She was already asleep as soon as her head hit the pillows. Kissing her on the cheek, he bid her goodnight. She didn't respond. Ed sat up again, flicking her on the cheek. She was out cold. He moved from the bed and got changed once more, prepared to put the final piece of his puzzle in place.

…

Olivia was groggy when she woke up the following morning. She had slept all night without any interruption. Turning onto her side, she looked to Ed who was already awake.

"Good morning," he said.

"Morning," she responded.

"I have to head into work early," Ed said to her, voice a soft whisper. "There's been a development in the case that I need to work on."

"Okay," Olivia nodded her head. "Do you want me to lock up?"

"Yes," Ed said and she realised he was already dressed. He moved and kissed her quickly, the motion swift. "I will see you tonight, okay?"

"Got it," Olivia said and he moved from the apartment, knowing that she would not be this content when he later saw her, but he would be there. And he was all that she needed.

….

Killing Pinkney had been easy enough. Forensics had traced the fact that the timer on the bomb was activated remotely by the phone, meaning that the bomber could set it off when he wanted. The number had traced back to the payphone just outside of Pinkney's apartment. Pinkney was already dead when Jim had arrived, but then he had been followed in by the Captain. Pinkney had sent a text to him, saying how he was concerned about Jim. He said how he wanted to talk outside of work about Jim. And then the Captain had found Jim in Pinkney's apartment, stood over his dead body.

Ed felt jovial. Everything was coming together. He would get rid of Gordon. He would be able to stop him investigating him and get him off of his back. He knew that this would impact Olivia. She would be devastated, but Ed would be there to pick up the pieces. He would be there to keep her safe and protect her. She would need only him. He would be the only one she had.

"What the hell is happening?" Olivia had demanded once she had driven around to Lee's after work. Opening the door, Lee looked at Olivia and almost felt a pang in her chest. She looked so much like Jim. She was as devastated as Lee was.

"Jim's finger prints were on a crowbar," Lee said to her. "He used a crowbar to open the locker that had the bomb in it. They linked that crowbar to the murder weapon used to kill Officer Pinkney."

"What?" Olivia snapped. "How did they link it? It had to have been a different crowbar."

"It had Jim's prints all over it," Lee said, closing the door to her apartment as Olivia stood in the middle of the living room, tossing her bag onto the sofa. "And then there was a report that Harvey told him about…the report claimed that the bomb had been remotely activated by a payphone outside of Pinkney's apartment."

"So then Harvey can back him up!" Olivia exclaimed.

"No," Lee said. "The report said something completely different. Jim thinks it has been switched…but there is something else."

"What?"

"Officer Pinkney had been the anonymous witness," Lee said. "He was the one linking Jim to Galavan."

Olivia shook her head. "No," she said firmly, knowing her brother. He would not do this. He would never have done this. She knew Jim well enough. She had to see him. "Jim would never have done that. You think that he would have killed a witness?"

"He is claiming that he was set up."

Olivia frowned, folding her arms over her chest. She looked to Lee then, eyeing her with caution. But Lee couldn't even look at her. It was like she was trying to avoid her. Did Lee know what Jim had done to Galavan? Did she have any idea what he had done or was he in the dark?

"Do you believe him?" Olivia asked from Lee, wondering what she was thinking. "Do you believe Jim?"

"He's in county," was all that Lee could say. "They say that his trial could be on going for a while."

"Lee!" Olivia snapped at her, dragging her attention back to her.

Lee shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she said to her. "I know that Jim didn't kill Pinkney. I believe that, Olivia, but I don't know about Galavan. I know that he did something and he lied to me."

"So what do we do?" Olivia demanded from her, not wanting to talk about Galavan. She couldn't do that. "We need to do something, Lee."

"I will call and find the best defence lawyer," she assured Olivia. "I will do everything that I can to help him, Olivia. I love him and I can't…I can't accept that this is it, Olivia. I can't…"

Her voice broke and Olivia rushed to her then. She swept her into her arms as they both sat on the sofa. Olivia cradled Lee, promising her that she would help her. She would help Jim. They would do whatever it took to save him.

…

Ed found Olivia stood outside his apartment later that evening. He looked to her and saw that her eyes were drooping and she had her shoulders slumped over. Ed let her pass by and she dropped her bag to the ground.

"I went to see Lee," she said to him. "She said that the bomber set Jim up. He is claiming that is what happened."

"What do you think?"

"How could you even ask me that?" she snapped at him. "I know my brother, Ed."

"Of course, sorry," Ed said, holding his hands up in defence. "I saw the evidence, Olivia and it was worrying, but you are right…he has to have been set up."

"Lee is going to try and find the best defence lawyer she can," Olivia continued, ignoring Ed's apologies. She shrugged out of her coat and placed it on the coat rack. Moving to her laptop that she had left on the coffee table, she picked it up and sat down on the sofa, opening the lid. "I am going to try and do the same."

"Olivia," Ed said her name.

"What?" she snapped at him.

"I…well…I know that you are not okay," he said to her.

She scoffed. "My brother has been framed for a murder he did not commit. He is looking at spending time in jail, Ed. Do you know what they do to officers in jail? Do you have any idea what they do?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Ed said to her, rushing to sit by her side. "Olivia, I know you are not okay, but it is okay not to be okay, alright? It is okay not to be strong."

"Well I have to be," Olivia said to him. "Jim is relying me. Lee…she is pregnant with my brother's child…she does not need this stress…and I have to help him. I can't cry. I can't be the weak one now."

"Maybe not in front of them," he said to her, taking her laptop from her and placing it on the coffee table again. He held her hands tightly. "But this is in front me, Olivia. You don't need to pretend in front of me."

He didn't want her to pretend. He wanted her to be honest. He wanted all of her. He wanted the messy Olivia as well as the composed Olivia. He didn't want any barriers between them. She just had to be her. He wanted that. He wanted to be the only one to see her.

"I don't know how to process it," Olivia said, voice earnest as Ed moved closer to her, his thigh brushing against hers. "I know Jim…my brother is not perfect. He is anything but perfect, but he is not this man…someone who would kill an officer. This isn't Jim. If Jim says he didn't do this then I believe him. He keeps nothing from me."

Ed wondered if that was the entire truth, wondering if she knew anything about Galavan. He said absolutely nothing, instead he chose to wrap his arms around her. He felt her move and cradle herself against him, finally tears now falling down her cheeks. Edward knew that Olivia would never accept that her brother had done this. She was loyal to Jim. He just had to be the one to pick up the pieces when Jim went down for a long time.

"I feel sick…" Olivia whispered, voice soft as Ed brushed her hair back from her head, her cheek pressed against the crook of his neck. "I don't know what to do, Ed. I'm not a cop…I wouldn't know how to begin investigating any of this…"

"There is nothing that you can do," Ed assured her. "You can only be there for him, as you always are."

Olivia nodded and felt tears fall down her cheeks. She sniffed and moved away from Ed. She wiped her eyes and began to reach for her laptop, but Ed stopped her.

"That can wait until morning," he assured her. "Come on, you need to sleep. You're exhausted and no law firm is open this time at night."

"Do you think that I could sleep?" she asked from him.

"You will have to eventually," he said to her. "You can't act like this. It isn't going to help your brother."

She sighed, but she knew he was right.

"In the morning, I will help you find a lawyer," he said to her. "We will work with Lee and find the best lawyer we can find, okay?"

"Okay," Olivia agreed.

Ed stood up and reached for her hand. She took hold of it and stood up. Ed didn't let her pass to move to the bed. He stood in her way, moving his hands to her cheeks and holding them softly, forcing her to look him in the eye. He bent down, forehead and nose brushing hers. "I'm here, Olivia," he said in a whisper. "I'm always here for you, Olivia."

"I know," she responded. "I love you."

"I love you too," Ed sad. "Now come on, let's go to bed."

….

Jim was being held in the county jail while the trial was pending. It was due to start in another week and Olivia and Lee had tried to find the best defence possible. Olivia had completely moved into Ed's apartment after she had come home and found the door to her apartment covered in eggs with the word 'cop killer' written all over her windows. She had been scared and sat in her car outside, the police had not been interested in what had happened. She was the sister of a cop killer. She had none of their sympathy. She had called Ed instead and he had come in with her, helping her to pack everything up that she wanted to bring to his apartment.

She didn't have too much stuff, but she packed everything that had value to her. Ed had helped her unpack that same night, finding a place to put all of her things in his small closet.

He had gone with her to the prison to see Jim, even though she had insisted that she would be fine alone. Lee was working, but she had urged Olivia to come over later and see her. Lee was lonely without Olivia. She had spent a few nights at Lee's place, much to the silent chagrin of Ed.

"Liv," Jim whispered his sister's name. He wore a red jumpsuit, his hair slicked back on his head. He had a small amount of stubble covering his chin. Olivia was about to start crying, the sight of Jim in jail enough to bring tears to her eyes. Reaching out, Jim placed his hand over hers while Ed remained stoic, sat next to her. "Hey, it's alright…it's alright, Liv."

"None of this is alright," Olivia said to her brother. "You're here and you didn't do this."

"I know," Jim said to his sister. "Liv, I didn't do this…none of this."

Looking him in the eye, she understood what he was saying. He was telling her the truth. He was being honest with her. "I know," she promised him back. "Jim, we will fight this all the way. I promise you."

"If…if we can't-"

"-Don't talk like that," Olivia interrupted him.

"It might happen, Liv," Jim said. "I need you to be prepared for that. I need you and Lee to understand that. I don't want you to wait for me if the worst comes to the worst."

"Do not ask that of me," she snapped at him.

"Ed," Jim said, knowing that his sister was never going to change her mind. She was stubborn, but he needed Ed to keep his eye on her. Looking at the forensic scientist dressed in a smart blue suit, he let his eyes linger on him. "Promise me that you will look out for her. Promise me that you will keep her safe, okay?"

"I promise," Ed said simply. "She has already moved in with me. I will look after her."

"You've moved in together?"

"Yeah," Olivia said.

"Someone had defaced her apartment," Ed said and Olivia nudged him in the ribs.

"What?" Jim demanded.

"It doesn't matter," Olivia brushed off.

"Doesn't matter?" Jim asked from her. "Olivia, someone has made you feel unsafe in your own home. Of course it matters. Have the police looked into it?"

Olivia sighed lowly at that. She felt Ed move a hand to rest on top of her thigh.

"Jim," she whispered, "the cops don't really care about the sister of an alleged cop killer, especially when she's defending him."

"This is all my fault."

"No," Olivia sternly said. "This is the fault of whoever has set you up. I spoke to Harvey and he is still looking into the case, okay? I will do what I can to help him."

"You have a life, Olivia," Jim said to his sister, hand going to rest on her arm. "You need to live it."

"Would you do the same for me?" she asked of him. "You wouldn't give up on me and I am not going to give up on you. You are my brother. I am going to help you."

"Time's up."

The guard's stern voice snapped Jim from the conversation. Nodding, he squeezed his sister's hand and stood up. She reluctantly let go of his fingers as he was led away and Ed ran a hand down her back, trying to soothe her. They stood up and Olivia watched the back of Jim's head disappear before walking away with Ed. He kept hold of her hand as they gave in their passes and signed out. Moving through the car park and back to Ed's car, Olivia tried not to cry openly at the thought of her brother not being free again. She could not handle that.

Climbing into the car, Ed began to drive back home while Olivia silently let tears fall down her cheek.

…

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