Jim Gordon walked into his office with two small cups of coffee in his hands; one black and one with cream. He smiled kindly albeit wearily at Wren and offered her the latter. He looked stressed and tired, which came as no surprise to anyone these days.

She smiled softly. "Ah, you remembered."

He gestured for her to make herself comfortable, as she was standing awkwardly with her hands crossed over her elbows. He somehow recalled her that way, clumsy yet self aware.

Wren took a seat and smoothed out her shirt before accepting the coffee gratefully. She chewed on her lip a bit and wondered what to say, doubting she should be there at all.

"I don't want to waste your time, Jim. I probably shouldn't have…"

"How've you been, Wren?" he asked genuinely.

She took a sip and lowered her cup into her lap. "I'm...alright. Some days I'm good, you know? I don't know what I expect you to do with this information, but...I just had a very unusual change in one of my nightmares and it made me...want to talk to you."

His eyes were kind. "Shouldn't you bring this up with your therapist?"

"Yes! I know…", she winced. "You're right. I don't know why I'm here."

An officer stuck his head in the door. "Jim? Captain wants you."

Jim smiled crookedly. "S'been a long day. Are you okay? Can I do anything for you before I have to get back out there?"

Her gaze hardened, irritated with herself. "No", she replied, remiss.

He got up from his desk. "Stay for a minute if you'd like. Finish your coffee." He paused on his way out to put a solid hand on her shoulder, lingering for a few moments before leaving the room.

She did stay, draining the coffee quickly. She found herself lingering too in the space, her eyes wandering over the objects in the room languidly. She wasn't thinking about much of anything, and in his office she wasn't worrying about anything either. It was a much appreciated feeling.

The next day found Wren back in the spot where she met Victor. It was early afternoon, and the water glittered brilliantly from the light of the sun. She wasn't sure why she was there. Of course, she'd been thinking about him, but the time she left her apartment up to when she reached the bridge was oddly hazy.

Was she honestly expecting him to be there? Did she even really want him to be? He should have made her uneasy and on edge. She should be watching over her shoulder constantly and yet...the most she could bring herself to be was curious. Curious and...slightly enticed, which she knew was an awful combination.

She sighed and frowned with the quiet realization that she'd likely never see him again anyway.

Her cell phone rang and she held a hand above the screen, tilting the phone to block out the sun and read who was calling. It was her friend, Eve, and she was "just calling to check in". It had been longer than usual since they last spoke.

Wren assured her that yes, she was fine, and yes, they would hang out soon. They talked for about five minutes before Wren thanked her for calling and telling her she had to get going-which was a white lie. She didn't know what to do with herself at the moment, really. She let her mind drift like waves in the river, and remained that way until her phone rang again.

This time it was from an unknown number. She ignored the call, and a few moments later her phone was ringing again. She waited to see if they would leave a voicemail, but they hung up and called back a third time.

"Who's calling?", she answered.

"Wren? That you?", she knew the voice instantly.

"Jim?"

"Where are you?", he asked.

"I'm...relaxing. I'm probably about twenty minutes from the precinct. ..why?"

He hesitated for a moment. "We need you to come down here, please. Are you okay? Can you come now?" His voice was calm and even.

"I don't get it. What's wrong?"

"It's okay, you're fine. Just come see me. Don't speak with anyone else, ask for me directly."

"...I always do" she said, and hung up.