Ed knew that they had nothing on him. He sat in the interview room of the GCPD, his wrists handcuffed in front of him as he waited for someone to come and interview him. No doubt Oswald had heard what had happened and he would be on his way to free him. Ed had been struggling to hold back his tears, struggling to accept that Olivia was dead. He refused to believe that she had gone. He had seen her that very same morning. He had been laid in bed with her, holding her to him. She had been alive and well. She had been fine. That couldn't be any different now. It wasn't possible.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Nygma," Harvey's voice entered the room and Ed ground his teeth together as he entered the room, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. Looking to Ed, he shook his head. "Actually, I'm not sorry."

"Why am I here?" Ed demanded from Harvey. "I have done nothing wrong."

"Now that is questionable," Harvey said and he closed the door. Moving to sit down in the chair across from Ed, his eyes narrowed on the man. Ed did his best not to let his emotions begin to cloud his judgement. He had to leave this place before he could do anything brash.

"She…she isn't dead," Ed said.

"Yes, she is," Harvey said. "Her car had the brakes tampered with, Nygma. She couldn't stop her car from running a red light. A truck hit her."

"What?" Ed demanded from him. He couldn't comprehend what he was hearing. She had been hit by a truck because her brakes had been messed with.

"Don't act dumb, Nygma," Harvey demanded from him, leaning in closer to him. "She spent the night with you at Penguin's mansion. She was there and so was her car. She was driving away from that place. She had only made it two blocks before she was hit. So, what was it, Nygma? You told her another secret and she threatened you? So you tampered with her brakes?"

"Do not," Ed snarled, voice dangerously low, "even suggest something like that. I spent the night comforting her because I love her. Why would I do anything to risk her?"

"Why did you kill Pinkney? Why did you kill Kristen? Why did you frame Jim?" Harvey questioned, leaning back and folding his arms over his chest and shrugging his shoulders. He looked to him and the two men remained in a competition of wills. "Why did you do anything that you did?"

"All of those murders had their reasons," Ed said. "I do nothing without motivation and all of those motivations involved keeping Olivia with me…keeping her safe…so that we could be together. Why would I jeopardise her when I have done nothing but love her and want her to be safe?"

Harvey had to confess that he had nothing to say in response to that. Instead he went straight into questioning. "Where were you last night?"

"With Olivia in bed," Ed said and Harvey arched a brow. "You can ask Penguin. He knew where I was."

"And who is to say that you didn't sneak out while she was sleeping and cut her brakes?"

"Because of everything I have just said to you," Ed sneered. "I spent the entire night with Olivia. I comforted her…held her…tried to make things better after everything that Jim had said to her. You have nothing to pin me to this and you know it. You are only keeping me here because of Jim Gordon…because he won't let me see her. And that's all I want. I want to see her. I want her."

"Well that won't be possible," Harvey said and stood up. "Because if it weren't for you then she would still be here and, despite everything, she was…she was a lovely girl…too nice for someone like you."

"Do you think I don't know that?" Ed questioned, the pain evident on his face and Harvey knew that he had nothing to do with what had happened to Olivia. He knew it, but he still blamed Ed for everything that had happened. "I know that she was too good for me, but she still loved me and I loved her. I loved her so very much and I would do anything to keep her safe and make her happy. I would do anything for her and you know that. You might not like me. You might despise me, but you know that I loved her."

Harvey stood up and said nothing. He cast one final glance back at Ed and then left the room. Ed went silent and laid his head down on top of the table. He closed his eyes and allowed silent tears to fall down his cheeks.

….

Oswald had vouched for Ed. He had taken him back to the mansion and knew that he would not be the same Ed as he had been before. It would take him time, but Olivia was now completely out of the picture. She was gone and he could not be any happier about that. Of course, he had to downplay that, but he hoped it would not take Ed long before he snapped out of the faze he was currently in. He needed his Ed back. He needed him to be back to his best. He did not have time for him to mope around for too long.

"Ed, this is not healthy."

Oswald finally spoke on the fifth day of Ed's moping. While Ed had tried to make contact with Jim, he had been kept away. He had even tried Lee, but she was ignoring him too. He knew there was nothing more that he could truly do and so he felt stuck.

"I lost her, Oswald," Ed said, laid in the chair in the corner, blanket pulled up to his chin and shirt creased. "I loved her. I loved her so much."

"I know, Ed," Oswald said to him, trying not to roll his eyes. "But this is not good for you. You cannot lay around her and mope forever. You need to do something. You need to get back out there."

Ed moved then, throwing the blanket off of him and moving to his feet. He was slightly woozy, but he steadied himself, hands on his hips. Looking to Oswald, he nodded his head. Oswald's brow arched, thinking of how quicker that was than he had anticipated. He pushed that thought aside and nodded his head once.

"I do," Ed agreed with him, "because someone cut her breaks and I need to find out who it was…and I know exactly where I have to start."

"What?" Oswald asked, confusion now taking hold of him.

"The GCPD will investigate, but they know that she had no enemies. But I do. I have people who would hurt me and they can do that by getting to her…and I know where to begin."

"Where?" Oswald asked him.

"Butch."

….

Jim stood by the side of Olivia's grave, looking down into the hole as her coffin was lowered down. He was alone. He had no one who had come with him. But the funeral was well attended. Olivia had friends from the school who had come. Harvey had taken his spot next to Jim, hand on his shoulder as he tried to comfort him and see him through this. Lee was stood on the other side of the grave, her arm laced into Mario's. She had a fitted black dress on her form and a black mac on top of that. Jim was dressed in his finest black suit, his shirt crisp and clean and his hair neatly brushed.

He held tightly onto the yellow flower in his grip. He didn't want to drop it. He didn't want to place it in her grave because that meant that she was gone. She would be buried and Jim was the grieving brother. He played his part well. He had been downcast all day, struggling to keep eye contact with anyone. Instead he had shaken hands and thanked people for coming.

"It's alright, buddy," Harvey said to his friend and Jim nodded his head. He agreed. He dropped the flower onto the mahogany coffin and sniffed loudly.

He picked his gaze up and looked over to the side. His gaze narrowed as soon as he saw the two figures stood in the distance. His hands clenched into balls as the dirt began to get shovelled onto Olivia's grave.

"Jim," Harvey warned him.

"He has no right to be here."

"But he is and you don't want to create a scene and draw attention to yourself. It would look suspicious."

"It would look even more suspicious if I did nothing," Jim retorted.

He stormed off towards Ed and Oswald, his footsteps heavy and hard as he made his way over to them. Ed folded his arms over his chest, appearing completely defensive. He glowered back to Jim and kept his face stern and serious.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded from him.

Harvey followed behind him, but he had struggled to keep up with Jim. Lee remained where she was, Mario squeezing her arm. She looked up to him and nodded once as he nodded back to her, both of them having a clear understanding as she bent down and touched Olivia's headstone before leaving the cemetery.

She ignored Jim completely, leaving with her fiancé.

"I am here because I have a right to be here," Ed retorted.

"You have no right to be here whatsoever," Jim warned him. "You need to leave here. I mean it, Ed. You caused this."

"I caused this?" Ed demanded from him. "I wasn't the one who drove her away, was I, Jim? Is that what you intend to do? You intend to blame me to avoid your own guilt?"

"I feel guilt," he responded. "I feel so much guilt, but if you just left her alone then this would never have happened. None of this would have ever happened and you know that. So I might feel guilt, Ed, but I will never stop blaming you for what happened to her."

"Come on," Harvey urged from his friend. "He isn't worth it."

Harvey pushed Jim forwards, keeping his hand on his shoulder. He didn't want him to get involved with Ed. He knew it was better to keep him away. Jim turned his head over his shoulder and looked back to Ed as the man remained stood there.

Oswald was going to give Ed time, but everyone had left the cemetery and he was still there. Even Jim had gone. He was about to ask Ed if he was ready to go, but the tall man was already moving towards her grave. He sighed and watched on as Ed laid down the small bouquet he had insisted on buying on top of the freshly piled dirt. Oswald gave him a moment, watching him remained stood there with his hands in his pockets.

"Ed, we need to go," Oswald suddenly spoke. "We have engagements this afternoon."

Ed sniffed and lifted his glasses up to wipe away a tear. "I will not be attending them with you," he spoke. "I have Butch and Tabitha to deal with today. I will be back this evening."

"You need to be careful, Ed," Oswald warned him. "You have them tied up in some abandoned warehouse and Barbara is looking for them."

"I will have dealt with them before she finds them. Don't worry about that."

….

Ed had enjoyed torturing Tabitha and Butch. He had listened to their taunts and he had made his intentions known. He wanted Butch to suffer as he had done. He knew that Butch had feelings for Tabitha. He could torture her and Butch would admit what he had done. But it hadn't gone to plan. Butch had admitted to killing Olivia. He had admitted to shooting her. He had no idea that she had died in a car crash. He had no clue whatsoever.

And then Barbara had broken in. She had come to save Tabitha after Ed had just cut her hand off as recompense. He had done that and had walked out, wondering who else it could have been that had cut Olivia's brakes. What other enemy did he have? He was going to find out, one way or another.

…

Jim was back at work straight after his sister's funeral. He claimed that he had to throw himself into work. He didn't want to sit around and mourn. He had business that needed attending to. And it turned out that Mario's life was in danger. There had been a hit on his life the day before he was due to marry Lee. He had tried to keep Mario hidden at the GCPD, but he had stormed off. He had left and Harvey had been unable to keep him there.

But Jim knew where he would be. He had traced him down to a jewellers after remembering that he had said that he was going to go and pick up wedding rings.

"Mario," Jim hissed, sneaking up on him. "What are you doing here?"

"Finishing whatever this is," Mario responded.

"So why is someone trying to kill you?" Jim enquired from him.

"I don't know," Mario responded.

"Hmm," Jim said, not entirely convinced that was the truth, but he did not push it. Instead they had no time to do anything before they were attacked. Jim managed to push one of the attackers from him, causing him to smash into the glass cabinet containing jewellery. Mario overpowered the other man, demanding to know who had sent him as Jim handcuffed the one on the ground, keeping him down.

The two men went silent as the noise of police sirens echoed around them and Jim huffed, standing up tall. He had to admit that whoever had come for them weren't exactly too strong. They were particularly weak, actually. They had overpowered them quite easily and Jim wondered if they were amateurs.

Jim let the police arrest the man who was still breathing and looked to Mario again. "Stay in my sight, okay?" he demanded and gasped for breath.

…

Jim and Lee stood in silence in her office. He had told Mario that Lee had a right to know what her fiancé was involved in. The man who had been apprehended had being tortured by Carmine Falcone once Mario had gone off to talk with Lee. The man behind the assassination attempts had informed Carmine that he knew who was pulling the strings and who had sent him. But Carmine had left. He had told Jim and Harvey nothing, telling them that this was not a matter for the GCPD, but for him. He had his own methods of sorting things out, but Jim did not want to relent. He wanted to know who had tried to kill Mario.

But somehow he found himself in Lee's office later that day. The two of them had been silent for a moment as Jim sat down on the edge of her desk and she remained in her lab coat, arms folded over her chest.

"You should have taken the rest of the day off," Lee said.

"What? And miss the fun of an attempted assassination?" he wondered from her and she let her lips quirk at hearing that. "How is Mario?"

"Shaken," Lee said with a nod. "But he just wants to get to the bottom of this. It is all that he wants."

"I can understand that," Jim responded. "Shouldn't you be home, anyway? It is your wedding day tomorrow."

"I…well…I can't think clearly. The rehearsal dinner starts in another two hours. But I have other things on my mind."

"Yeah, you and me both," Jim said and pinched the bridge of his nose as Lee sat down on the stool. She tossed her hand through her hair and let out a deep breath.

They went silent once more and then Jim looked over to her. They exchanged a silent glance, but they didn't need words. They both knew what they were saying to each other. Jim gulped once and managed to whisper one word.

"Where?"

Lee fiddled with her hands in her lap, twirling her engagement ring. "Florida," was all she responded with and Jim nodded.

"And Mario?"

"Sorted it," she replied and moved to stand once more. "I should go," she said to him. "I need to go to the rehearsal dinner."

"Yeah," Jim said awkwardly.

The silence grew between the two of them and Jim longed to tell Lee all of the things that he was thinking. She understood him. She knew his secrets. She knew everything about him and he longed for her to be his again. But he said none of that. Instead he nodded his head.

"Goodbye, Lee," he said.

"Goodbye," Jim said and, for some reason, it felt as though that was a final goodbye.

…

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