This is a stand alone chapter; purely a fantasy from the mind of Edward Nygma.
I sat in my office typing up a report for the medical examiner of results I had found at a crime scene earlier that day. It was late at night which was a common occurrence for me. I suffered from insomnia, I usually spent long nights here before finally going home and sitting in my apartment still wide awake.
I turned to my printer to grab a copy of the report when a knock came from the door, "Come in," I called.
I glanced to the time, it was really late for anyone to be here that needed my help. I glanced up as the door opened, Detective Gordon was standing there. I blinked in confusion, I had thought he left hours ago certainly he had things to do elsewhere.
Such as Barbara, or whomever else he was seeing at the moment
"Detective," I smiled moving back to my chair. "is there something I can help you with?"
"Actually there is," he responded approaching my desk. He was holding a file in his hands.
I jumped at the opportunity to help in any way that I could, I loved hearing the words Thank you Ed. I glanced at what he was wearing, which was the same plain grey suit from earlier. His tie was loosened considerably and the top two buttons of his undershirt were undone. He had probably remained at the station to crack a case, it seemed to weigh on him. Maybe it was difficult, maybe I was the only one who could help. I extended my hand for the file, he dropped it into my outstretched hand.
Adjusting my glasses, I flipped open the file looking over the case notes and description. I frowned slightly looking back up to Jim questioningly. He stood there next to my chair, hands on his waist as he waited for my reply. That bothered me, he was standing too close, it made me want to be closer. I could smell the subtle hint of his aftershave and it smelled wonderful.
"I think you brought me the wrong file," I told him getting to my feet holding out the folder, "this particular one was solved two weeks ago. My notes are there at the bottom plus the M.E report and suspect confession."
I smiled to him as I held out the file, "Perhaps you grabbed the wrong one."
"Perhaps," Gordon responded taking the file but dropped it on my desk.
I blinked stepping back slightly, the chair hit the back of my legs and rolled away slightly. He seemed angry, did I upset him? I clasped my hands together in front of me. Gordon was staring at me, I swallowed, there was a certain look in his eyes it was determined. I had seen this look on his face before many times when he was about to get what he wanted out of a suspect. Those hard blue eyes staring back into mine, I felt like he was staring right into my soul.
"Uh Detective?" I asked timidly with a slight smile. "what...can I help you with?"
"First, by closing your mouth." he responded moving closer.
"I uhh..." I started but his fingers were on my lips as if to shush me. I blinked and swallowed hardly, my heart started to race.
He moved closer to where we were inches apart, I inhaled sharply looking to him. I was slightly taller than him, but my eyes were locked on his, I seemed to become lost in them.
"I know how you've been feeling about me," he whispered his eyes searching my face. "I...I have to admit the feeling is mutual. I can't deny it anymore Nygma."
"Jim...what about Barbara?" I asked breathlessly against his fingers, my heart was trying to claw it's way from my chest and it was a wonderful feeling.
Oh who cares about her, he's here for you.
"Don't worry about her," he responded taking his fingers from my lips and tracing my jawline.
He was so close to me, if I breathed in deeply my chest could come into contact with him, but yet he was still too far away. I wanted to reach out and grab him and force him against me. There was a flame inside of me that had already formed into a bonfire. I reached out grabbing the suit jacket and pulling him closer and felt his lips crash into mine.
I wanted to scream, my skin was on fire but it was a beautiful feeling, I let out a ragged breath feeling him pull away.
No, no come back
He was loosening his tie and let if hang around his neck once it was untied. His hands next went to his jacket wrestling it off and tossing it on the floor behind him.
I whimpered gently just watching him, I wanted him to take his shirt off, I wanted to take his shirt off. My hands were trembling as I reached for his buttons, my fingers fumbled I couldn't think clearly. I suddenly just took in a breath and managed to start unbuttoning shirt, feeling the man's fingers tugging at my own shirt.
Soon our top layers of clothes were shed and littered the ground around our feet. I let my eyes take in his form, a perfectly chiseled chest and strong broad shoulders. Everything I had ever imagined that was laying beneath that suit of his. I swallowed hardly rather self conscious of the way I looked; skinny and pale. It didn't matter because he was kissing me again pushing me back to where I had to sit down on my desk. I felt the lamp fall over and roll to the floor shattering the bulb. It was slightly darker in my office but I didn't focus on it since I was crying from the inside as I felt his lips tracing my collarbone.
I whimpered loudly my fingers pressing into his warm skin as I had my hands on his back as he leaned me back over the table. I looked to him as he braced himself over me.
"Jim," I whispered I could barely get the words out.
"That's Detective to you Nygma," came his response leaning down and biting my lower lip.
I whined at his actions, "Detective" I smiled.
The phone woke me up, I realized that I had fallen asleep at my desk. I sighed sitting up in my chair thinking about the dream that I just had. If only it wasn't a dream.