Jim knew that his sister was going to be hysterical when she woke up. He had started to feel fear take over his body when he realised where he was and what was happening. But he had slowed his breathing and tried to calm himself. He remembered going to see Lee and he remembered her telling him how she wanted him. She told him how the virus had helped her to see things clearly, namely her love for him. And then he remembered her telling him about how she wanted to help Olivia. Jim wondered what she was going on about before he remembered her telling him that the virus would help Olivia come to terms with who she was. It would either bring her closer to Nygma or force her away from him.

Groaning to himself, Jim heard soft murmurs come from next to him. Turning his head to the side, he looked down onto Olivia as she laid next to him in the wooden crate. They had been buried alive together in a large crate. Olivia grunted and rolled over to her side, her eyes fluttering open. Jim took hold of her cheek, keeping her gaze set on him.

"Olivia, I need you to focus on me," Jim said to her. "I need you to stay calm too."

"Jim?" she questioned, still groggy. "What the hell is going on?"

"Everything is going to be alright, I promise," Jim said to her.

But her eyes were already darting around the dark space that was illuminated by a torch. She moved her hands outwards, but they could hardly stretch before she was touching wood around her. Her body began shaking as she pushed at the wooden roof, shrieking loudly as Jim tried to grab her arms.

"Liv, please," Jim said to her.

"Where are we?" she snapped at her brother. "What is going on?"

"It's Lee," Jim said to his sister. "She's locked us in here."

"What the hell?" Olivia demanded again, her breathing coming out in short pants as Jim took hold of her hand inside of his and she managed to peer down her body, seeing that there was no way out. "Jim…why has she done this? What is she thinking?"

"I don't know," Jim confessed. "But I've already tried shouting for her while you were knocked out. Whatever she has planned, she isn't going to leave us in here."

"Are you sure about that?" Olivia demanded from her brother. "She took the virus, Jim. She isn't Lee."

"There's still a part of her that is there," Jim said, not sure if that was true. But he would tell Olivia what she needed to hear. He would tell her what he needed to tell her to keep her calm. "And whatever she is doing, she will let us out because she isn't this person…and she will realise that…I promise you, Olivia. I promise."

"If there was any of Lee left then she wouldn't have done this in the first place," Olivia snapped and Jim saw her cheeks turn red and her eyes water as her fist punched at the roof above them, soil falling through the cracks as she flopped onto her back and shook her head, trying not to cry.

"I know," Jim relented. "But I need you to keep calm, Liv. You need to control your breathing, alright?"

"How?" she demanded to know from her brother.

"Deep breaths," Jim said, knowing that their oxygen supply would be limited. He was acutely aware of that. "Just take deep breaths in and out, alright? Do it with me."

Olivia was about to snap at him for sounding patronising, but she bit her tongue, knowing that he was doing this for her. She let him take her hand as she looked into his eyes and copied his breathing. Jim's thumb pressed to her wrist, feeling her pulse slow down ever so slightly as he continued to get her to relax. He didn't know how long he spent just staring at her as she watched him back. But he was snapped out of their trance when a crackling noise sounded over the radio.

"Jim…Jim, you there?" Lee's eerie voice echoed around the coffin. "Liv…Livvy, sweetheart?"

Jim's brows pinched together as he wondered where the noise was coming from before he reached down the side of his body and felt around for something. He picked up the walkie-talkie and held the button down, speaking in a low voice.

"Lee, what the hell are you doing?" Jim demanded.

"Stay calm. You need to conserve your air," she responded.

"Listen to me…" Jim began but Lee chuckled back, cutting him out off.

"Little late for that," she laughed. "Why don't you say hi to Harvey and the gang?"

Jim almost felt a sense of relief. Harvey would do everything he could to find them. Harvey wouldn't let Lee get away with this.

"Harvey? You there?" Jim asked, needing to hear his friend's voice.

"We're here, buddy," Harvey replied. "Where are you?"

"I don't know. She's got the virus. She's buried me and Olivia alive," Jim said, trying to give Harvey as much information as he could, but Lee put a stop to that plan.

"Shhh," she demanded. "I do the talking. Now, if you're quiet, I'll let you listen. So here's the deal. I buried Jim and Olivia Gordon alive in a location that you might find, but not before they run out air. And that means I'm the only one who knows where they are…but…here's the killer…I left them a way out. Do you hear that, Jim? I left you both an escape hatch…have you got it yet?"

Jim looked around as Olivia did the same. But she couldn't see anything. Jim looked to her with a questioning stare as she shrugged her shoulders. His hands moved into the pockets of his jacket and he pulled them out. Holding them in the air, his face froze in horror as Olivia's eyes widened and she shook her head. She knew what that was, recalling how Lee had wanted her to take the virus.

"No," Olivia said and she snatched the walkie-talkie out of Jim's hands, snapping down it to Lee. "If you think we're taking that then you're out of your mind. Why are you doing this? Why won't you let us go?"

"It's the virus," Lee said. "Just for everyone here in the precinct to know what's going on. You both should take it…take it and you can be with Ed without any guilt and Jim can embrace the darkness that he has inside of him. But you both need to do it on your own. You both need to make that choice and I will be waiting for you."

"Lee!" Olivia snapped her name. "Please! Just let us go!"

"No can do," Lee responded. "I'll see you both very soon."

"Lee," Olivia snapped again, but there was no response. "Lee!"

She didn't say anything else and Olivia tossed it to the side, Jim picking it up in case she came back. Running her hands over her face, Olivia tried to think about ways to get out of the coffin. She thought about what Lee had said and wondered why she would do this. Had the virus truly corrupted her this much? Olivia remained mute at Harvey came back on the line and spoke to Jim. Jim told him that the device ran on a short wave frequency so they had to be close, asking him to get Lucius to try and track them down. He placed the walkie-talkie back to the side of him as Harvey told him they were working on it.

"She's insane," Olivia whispered.

"I know," Jim agreed on that point.

"And we were so close to leaving," Olivia whispered, remembering that morning with Ed. She remembered lying in bed, holding onto him and listening to his heartbeat as he stroked her hair softly. She loved him so much and now she was stuck in a coffin.

"You were going to leave Gotham?" Jim questioned and then he remembered what she had said and he shook his head as she wished she had kept quiet. "We…" he repeated and slowly placed the pieces of the puzzle together, brows knitting together. "You were leaving with Ed?" he demanded, snapping at her.

"Now's not the time, Jim," she responded in a firm voice.

"Now is precisely the time," Jim retorted.

"I thought we had to conserve breath?" Olivia checked with her brother.

"What the hell are you thinking?" Jim hissed, ignoring her comments.

"Right now? How the hell we're going to get out of this," Olivia said dryly.

"I meant about Ed," Jim said, but Olivia knew that. "What are you doing with him? Do you seriously think that you can run away with him and have your happily ever after? Have you lost your mind?"

"Again, we're not doing this right now," Olivia retorted.

"He's a criminal, Olivia," Jim said, once again ignoring her. "He's killed people…he's insane…and what? You're just going to run away with him and have your heart broken? Because that's what he's going to do. He's going to break your heart and leave me to pick up the pieces like he did before. I can't believe we're even talking about this. I can't believe you're even thinking about this."

"We're not talking about this," Olivia retorted. "You're just snapping at me and wasting any precious oxygen that we have so please, just be quiet."

Jim went silent for a moment as Olivia closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing calm, the jacket around her not doing much to stop the chill from turning her cold.

"I'm not letting you leave with him," Jim said firmly.

"It's not your choice to make," Olivia snapped, biting back. "I'm tired of this, Jim. I'm tired of you constantly trying to make my life choices for me. You decided that I should go to Florida. Before that you were constantly hovering around me…telling me where I could go and where I couldn't go…never leaving me alone."

"Because I was trying to protect you from Ed," Jim retorted. "Fat lot of good that did."

"The point is that I'm an adult," Olivia said and Jim saw the anger in her eyes as she looked at him. "I'm an adult and I can make my own decisions in life. I can decide where I go and what I do. If I want to spend time with Ed then I can spend time with Ed. You don't get to decide that."

"Are you forgetting what he did?" Jim questioned from her. "Are you forgetting how he framed me and locked in a cell? I lost Lee because of him. I lost her and now look where we are. He put me through hell, Liv. He did that to me and you just want to climb back into bed with him?"

Olivia said nothing in response to that and Jim watched her face as her eyes set straight above her. She couldn't even look at him and tell him the truth. Shaking his head back and forth, Jim ground his teeth together. Closing her eyes for a moment, Olivia tried to blink back the tears that threatened to fall from them, brushing them away as Harvey's voice came back to them. Jim answered him, his own tone terse as he looked away from his sister. She heard Harvey tell them that they were in Jackson Park and he was on the way to try and find them.

But the Park consisted of numerous acres. Would they be able to find them in time, especially with the way they were using oxygen? Olivia went silent as Jim placed the walkie-talkie down again and he too went quiet. The atmosphere between the two of them was tense and cold. Olivia knew that Jim had a point in everything he had said, but she didn't want to admit that. She didn't know how long went by, but she could feel her breaths become laboured.

"I love you, Liv," Jim finally spoke, his own breath sounding short. "I just want the best for you. I want you to be happy and he…everything he's done…I just don't see how he can make you happy and keep you safe."

"I love you too," Olivia said to her brother, her own voice sounding hoarse as her throat clenched. "I love you so much, Jim, and I know what he has done. I know what he did…but I know there is something else inside of him…someone who loves me and I love him."

"We should talk about this later," Jim said to his sister, knowing that they would just end up arguing again. "Just rest, Liv. Just rest and keep breathing steadily."

"I'm tired, Jim," Olivia admitted and Jim nodded. He moved his arm around her shoulders and felt her nestle against his side. She closed her eyes as Jim kept watching her. She moved a hand to sit on his on his stomach.

"Harvey, you there?" Jim asked into the walkie-talking as Olivia listened in, steadying her breathing and keeping her eyes closed. She was feeling drowsy, her head turning light.

"You need to conserve air, buddy, stay off the walkie," Harvey said to him and Jim could hear the sniffer dogs barking in the background.

"I'm running low on battery here," Jim said to him.

"Then quit yapping," Harvey said.

"Listen, Harvey, there's too much ground to cover," Jim responded. "You're doing everything you can and I know that, but there might not be enough time."

"Ed," Olivia whispered his name and Jim swore he felt his heart break as his sister peeled her eyes open again and took the walkie-talkie from him, speaking into it and wondering just what it was she should do. The virus was there. It was there and it could save them. "Harvey, I need you to tell Ed…" Olivia trailed off, not sure on what she should be telling him. She also knew that Harvey wouldn't want to talk to Ed. He would want nothing to do with him. But she didn't say that.

Instead, she looked at the vial in the needle that Jim had set down next to him.

"Harvey, just do what you can," Jim said when it became clear his sister wasn't going to say anything else.

"No," Harvey snapped. "Listen, just go to plan B. Take the virus and get out of there. We will be able to find a cure…change you back…but you need to do that."

Jim looked to the vial as Olivia did the same. But he shook his head.

"I won't do that. I won't become a monster," he said.

"But what if they can figure something out?" Olivia asked her brother. "What if there is a cure? What if it doesn't affect us the way it does Lee?"

But Jim was listening to Harvey answer a phone call on the walkie-talkie. Olivia tuned out, hearing something about a bomb. She continued to look at the glistening blood in the vial. Her head was becoming lighter and her breathing even more laboured. She couldn't even hear any noise of the barking dogs that she heard on the walkie-talkie. She didn't want to die like this. She didn't want to die in a coffin besides her brother. She wanted to get out. She wanted to live her life without thinking about other people and what they thought. She wanted to get out of the city and start anew.

And, more importantly than that, she wanted Italy.

And with that in mind, she reached for the vial before Jim could do anything and tugged the top off. Her brother fought against her, pleading with her not to do anything brash. He begged her as she let the needle pierce the skin of her neck and she pushed down on the plunger, the virus finding its way into her blood stream.

…

Ed couldn't believe what he had witnessed. He'd had Penguin in his grip. He had found him with Barbara and he'd had him at gunpoint. He had been so close to pulling the trigger before she walked in. Ed had never seen her up close before, only heard about her in the news and through gossip. But she stood there in front of them. Fish Mooney wasn't dead. She was very much alive and she had come for Oswald. She had more men than Ed had and so he'd had no choice but to let Oswald go.

Anger had coursed through him. Why did he not just shoot him as soon as he saw him? Why did he not just kill him? He could have left then. He could have gone and found Olivia and taken her away from the city. But so long as Penguin was alive, he couldn't do that.

And so he had left for Lee's house to go and pick Olivia up. Parking outside, he noticed that the windows were all open and the door was ajar. He stood from the car and was prepared to face the wrath of Lee for Olivia. But as he pushed the door, he sensed something was wrong. He pulled the gun from the pocket he had hidden it in and held it by his side. Pushing the door open wide, he walked in and found papers strewn all over, a fire roaring in the fireplace.

Something was wrong. He knew instantly that something was wrong.

Moving further into the house, he looked around the corners into each room, but there was no sign of life. He felt the phone in his pocket begin to vibrate before he pulled it out and saw a text from Olivia.

Back at the hotel. Come asap.

Ed wondered what she was playing at before he put the gun away and left the house to return to the hotel.

…

Unlocking the hotel room, Ed wondered what was going on before he stepped into the room. The lamp on the bed was burning, but there was no one on the bed. Ed was about to call for Olivia when he saw her walk out of the bathroom and he locked the door behind him. Watching Olivia, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She was stood up straight, her curls dangling around her shoulders. She was dressed in matching black underwear, her legs covered in stockings and a smirk on her face.

"Hey," she said to him.

"Olivia," he said, stammering slightly as he tossed his hat onto the sofa and his coat onto it too. "What's…what're you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Olivia asked from him, moving into the room, her hips swaying and her eyes focused on him.

"Well, it looks like something from a fantasy I used to have," Ed admitted and Olivia chuckled as she stood before him and then he realised the obvious. "You're walking," he said to her.

"Very observant," she said and Ed had no time to say anything else before he felt her press her hands to his shoulders, standing on her toes and kissing him slowly and sensually. Closing his eyes, Ed felt himself get lost in the moment, groaning under the pressure of her mouth over his. He came back to his senses when Olivia bit down on his bottom lip harshly, making him wonder if she had drawn blood.

"Liv," Ed said, half-groaning and half-panting her name. "What is this?"

"This is me, Ed," she said to him, throwing her arms to the side. "This is me taking exactly what I want and I want you. I'm tired of being the one who is miserable…the weak, pathetic, woman who falls in love with men who hurt her."

"Your eyes," Ed whispered, looking into them and spotting how they were different. They looked darker. "Olivia, what has happened?"

"God, you can be such a pain," she complained to him.

"You're…this isn't you," Ed said with a shake of his head.

"But this is me!" Olivia said, her knees bending and arms stretching wide. "This is who I am, Ed. I finally embraced what I wanted. I finally saw the truth and the truth is that it's you who I want. It's you who I want to be with and I am done with people getting in the way…I am done with excuses and worrying about getting hurt or it being wrong to be with you. Maybe that's who I am? I grew up around darkness, is there any shock we found each other?"

"Olivia, I need you to tell me what has happened," Ed said to her, keeping a distance as she moved around the room, a hand running through her hair as she tossed her head back to look up.

"Lee helped me see the truth," Olivia said to him. "I want this, Ed. I want you. Kristen Kringle didn't deserve you and I know that. She should have thanked you for killing Dougherty for her. You did her a favour."

Ed remained silent, his eyes trained on Olivia as he wondered what was going on with her. But she kept on talking, almost as though she couldn't stop herself.

"And framing Jim, while not your finest hour, I know why you did it. You did it because he would have ruined us being together," she said, spinning on her heel and walking back across the room again. "And you want to know the worst thing? He is still trying to keep us from being together. He is still doing his best to keep us apart and that's why all of this happened…you becoming the Riddler…terrorising the city…but honestly, as if this city doesn't deserve it. It's nothing but a corrupt hellhole that we can escape. We can get out of here and we can be together."

"This isn't you," Ed said and Olivia rolled her eyes, looking over to him.

"I thought that you'd be happy," she said to him and he heard a darkness in her voice as she advanced towards him, her steps slow and purposeful as she moved. "I've finally seen what I want. I've given into it. I want to be with you, Ed."

"And those are the words I've wanted to hear for so long," Ed said to her with a nod of his head. "But I want to hear them from the Olivia I fell in love with…not whoever this is."

"This is me, Ed," Olivia said. "I took the virus, but it only showed me the truth. It only showed me what I truly want and I want you. I gave into it. I gave into it for you…just like you've done so much for me…to bring me back."

"You took the Tetch virus?" Ed asked from her and he saw her face change, veins appearing on her skin and he saw the anger in her face. He had to play this right. He had to be calm. He had to get her back on side. "You did that for me?" he added on and her face softened as she stepped forwards and took hold of him by the cheek, a thumb running over his cheekbone.

"I did it for us," she corrected him. "I did it for us to be together."

But this wasn't what Ed wanted. He didn't want Olivia to be with him because of some virus. That wasn't what he wanted.

"And you still want to leave?"

"Of course," she said, a hand toying with his hair softly.

"We still have Oswald to deal with," Ed said to her.

"Let me take care of him," she whispered huskily as her lips neared his and he let his eyes move down onto them. He let her kiss him again as her fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. She began tugging on them as his hands went to her hips, guiding her back against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist. He hauled her into his arms and moved her to the desk, setting her down as he moved his hands from her hips. One hand went to the back of her head as his other hand reached for the ornament on the desk. He bent down and kissed her neck, hoping that would distract her as she tugged at his hair, her hips pushing against his. Picking the ornament up, he tugged her head back, a hand in her hair before looking her in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Liv," he said to her and she frowned before he hit her with the ornament, knocking her out cold.

She slumped back against the desk and Ed stood back, his clothes dishevelled and his hair a mess. He straightened his glasses out as he looked at the unconscious woman on his desk. He sighed and knew who he had to go to if he needed help.

…

Walking into the GCPD, Ed knew that people were staring at him. How could they not stare at him? He was carrying Olivia Gordon in his arms. He had dressed her in one of his shirts in a worry, pulling a skirt onto her legs and her boots onto her feet. She was limp in his grip, her head lolling around as Ed stood in the entrance hall.

"Jimbo!" he shouted, voice booming and echoing through the GCPD.

Everyone went silent and looked to him before he spotted Jim in the distance. He moved towards him as Jim also advanced towards Ed.

"What did you do to her?" Jim demanded and Ed felt a fear rise up inside of him. Looking at Jim, he saw the exact same look in his face that he had seen in Olivia's. His eyes blackened and veins protruded from his skin.

"Oh no," Ed whispered lowly.

"What did you do to my sister?" Jim demanded, voice loud and terse.

"Jim, calm down," Harvey was over his shoulder in a moment. Hovering behind him, he placed a hand to his arm. "Getting angry isn't going to help anyone."

"I knocked her out," Ed explained quickly. "She wasn't Olivia. She wasn't herself and I didn't know what to do…she told me that she had taken the virus, but I can see that she wasn't the only one who took it."

"He's fighting it," Harvey said, eyes roaming over Jim's face as he saw him regain some of his composure. "Aren't you, buddy? You're fighting this and you're doing a great job so far."

Jim's eyes returned to normal and he managed to regain his senses. Nodding tightly, he looked to Ed and met his gaze. "Bring her through here," he demanded from him.

Ed walked through the familiar corridors of Gotham police department and followed Jim towards the safe room. He unlocked the large steel door with an access code, walking into it to reveal only a table and a chair.

"Put her down here," Jim said.

Ed placed her to sit at the table and Jim hated what he was about to do, but he had no choice. Reaching for the handcuffs, he secured her wrists to the table, knowing that they wouldn't hold her for long, but he hoped that the room would be strong enough to contain her. He left her in there and Ed watched him close the door. It had been the strong room they used to store weapons, but at that moment in time, there were no weapons that needed storing. Ed wondered if they had cleaned out, but he didn't make any comment.

"What the hell happened to her?" Ed demanded from Jim.

"Lee's taken the virus," Jim said. "She buried me and Olivia alive leaving us with two vials to take…we would have died. Olivia took it first and I took it because of the bomb at the train station. We got out of there and she ran off before I could stop her."

"Why did Lee do this to you?"

"Because she isn't thinking straight," Jim said. "The virus has consumed her. She wanted to help me by giving it to me…told me it would let us be together. She gave Olivia it for the exact same reason, claiming that it would help her see sense…stop her from being guilty about being with you."

Jim looked to the screen that had a camera feed into the room, seeing his sister slowly coming round for being knocked out.

"That's what she said," Ed said to Jim, also looking over his shoulder at the screen as Harvey lurked behind them.

"So she told you that she wanted to be with you unconditionally and you brought her back here?" Jim asked, folding his arms over his chest and turning to look at Ed. The two men eyed each other with suspicion. Jim didn't trust Ed. "There has to be some ulterior motive here because you've finally gotten what you want."

"You think this is what I want?" Ed demanded to know from him. "You think that I want to be with Olivia like this…because that woman…that's not Olivia. I want her to be with me because she wants to be with me, not because she's taken some virus."

"The virus is supposed to reveal our true selves," Jim commented.

"Great, but I don't trust it," Ed said back to Jim. "And I don't trust what it could do to her…what she could become."

"So why bring her back here?"

"Because I was foolish enough to think that you might have a cure," Ed said to him. "Or at least be working on one."

"Lucius is on it."

"Foxy?" Ed checked. "Where?"

"You think we're going to let you anywhere near him to help?" Jim questioned. "The entire city is burning, Ed. People have inhaled the toxin and things are going to get ugly pretty quickly."

"I don't care about the city," Ed retorted. "It can burn to the ground courtesy of the Court of Owls and that's fine. It's no concern of mine. The only concern of mine is in that room and she needs my help. So if I can help Foxy make the antidote to save her then I'll help. You forget, Jim, your sister fell in love with me. I can save her."

"Jim, we can't let him anywhere near the lab."

"Stop being stubborn and let me do what needs to be done," Ed hissed at the same time they heard a loud bang against the steel door.

Looking to the screen, Ed's eyes saw Olivia punching at the door in frustration. But it wasn't moving.

"Ed!" she yelled his name. "You can't keep me locked away!"

"I'm doing this for your own good," Ed shouted back to her as she punched the door again. "Olivia, please, this isn't you. You need to fight this virus as best as you can…I know that you can do it and I know that you don't need to be infected with it to know the truth…the truth about how you feel and what you want. I can give you Italy. I can give you that, but not like this."

"Italy?" Jim questioned, brows arching as he reached for Ed, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the door. "You think that I would let you take my sister to Italy?"

"Jim!" Harvey shouted. "Stop it! He might actually be useful."

"He's got a point," Ed managed to choke out in between breaths as he clawed at Jim's hand. "And that's not the point right now."

"I hate to admit it but he's right," Harvey said to him. "Listen, brother, you need to calm down. You're not this man. You're not a monster. Let him go…let him go and we can find this antidote. Think of Olivia. Think of your sister. She needs you and she might need him too if he can help."

Jim's face calmed once more and he let Ed down, the other man grabbing his throat and coughing and spluttering for breath.

"Someone keeps an eye on him and no one comes in here until there is an antidote," Jim snapped and left the room without another word, scared of what could happen if he stayed where he was with Ed.

…

Ed had been working in the lab with Fox, trying not to make too many sarcastic comments as they worked on an anti-dote. However, Ed knew that the process could be sped up. He had kept his phone on him and had received numerous updates that informed him that Fish had the antidote, but she had died. Strange was on his way back to the GCPD, but Ed had looked at the work he and Fox had done so far and he knew there was on missing ingredient that he would need.

"Well, well, well, look who it is."

Ed had been on his way out of the GCPD after calling Barbara. He needed Tetch. He needed him to recreate the antidote and he knew that Barbara had the resources needed to get Tetch. He was on his way to meet her with Tabitha and Butch when he had seen Oswald out of the corner of his eye. He was locked up in a cell and Ed moved towards him, his steps slow and purposeful.

"I see you got yourself caught," Ed drawled, hands in his pockets as he stood in front of him.

"I'm amazed you're in here and not locked away with me," Oswald said to him. "How are you freely roaming the GCPD?"

"Because I can help them. I was a scientist before I left here if you remember," Ed said, his hands wrapping around the bars in front of him. "And I'm helping them try to recreate the antidote."

"Why would you do that?" Oswald asked, but he pieced it together after a moment. He didn't need to think for long. His lips arched and he nodded his head once. "She's infected, isn't she? Your precious little Olivia?"

"Shut up," Ed demanded from him.

"She's infected and Fish died along with the antidote to the virus before Jim could get it. He dragged me here but he's almost lost too," Oswald continued. "And you think that you can recreate it like a naïve fool…but you can't, can you? There's one thing that you need, isn't there?"

"Shut up," Ed demanded again.

Oswald nodded thoughtfully. "And that's where you're going, isn't it?" he said. "You're going to get Tetch."

"What I do is no longer your concern. You should be concerned with your life because as soon as I have saved Olivia then I am coming for you. I will kill you and I will watch the life drain from your eyes."

"How? I'm pretty safe in here," Oswald said to him. "But I'll be out here soon enough and have the upper hand. Besides, I might be able to get to Olivia if she's here. That would hurt, wouldn't it?"

Ed's lips arched upwards at hearing that. "You think that you could hurt her when she is the way she is?" he demanded from him. "If you were to go anywhere near her right now then I imagine she would be able to rip your throat out with her bare hands."

Oswald went silent at hearing that, knowing that he maybe had a point with what he was saying. If she had the virus then she had enough strength to hurt him. He stood back from the bars and Ed continued to glare at him.

"Besides, I want to be the one to kill you," Ed said to him.

"Good luck with that," he responded.

"I've wasted enough time with you. I have other things to be getting on with," Ed said and he left the precinct, his hand clutching onto his phone in his pocket and he knew that time was running out to save Olivia.

…

A/N: Thanks so much to anyone still reading. Nearly coming up to the end of season 3 which ends a certain way that I'm sure you remember...I'll be writing that in but if you have any suggestions then I'd love to hear them. Let me know what you think!