A Storm Rising

Chapter 16

Nygma 

The funerals for both Flass and Barbara were held a day after each other. It definitely made the department a dreary place. Everyone had urged Gordon to stay home but he refused to leave his desk. 

I don't think he went home anymore, he was there every morning before I got there and way after I left at night. 

He would confide in me a lot, probably because I was there when she died. I did feel that he needed an actual therapist. 

Confiding in the one who actually killed your fiancee was a bit backwards. 

An investigation had been launched into the disappearance of Kristen when she did not appear for work for a while. When interviewed about the fight between me and Flass, I just talked about the fight and nothing else. 

When I was not dealing with work, I was trying to find a new place to live. I half considered asking Oswald to just stay with him but I didn't want to be intrusive. I had just went and saw a couple places but god I was so picky! 

Oswald was definitely busy seeing as he was the new head of the Maroni family so I didn't bother him often. 

I did however drop by the club to see if he was there to see him since I missed him. Plus I was going to scream if I had to throw tissues at Gordon again.

Oswald 

As the days rolled on, my daily duties tripled. When I wasn't ordering different members around, I was busy managing my club. I could probably have an underling run my club, but I just couldn't give it up.

I saw Nygma from time to time, usually at small meet ups at my club. These interactions didn't last as long as I would've liked. But at least it was something.

At the latest meeting the two of us, he had confided in me that he needed a new place to live. I couldn't blame him. I wouldn't want to stay in a place where someone was murdered.

It seemed like he was still looking and I was surprised that he hadn't asked to move in with me yet. I thought things were going well with us.

I put away my pride and came out and asked him up front.

"How about moving in with me, Neg? What do you say?"

Nygma 

I looked up to him at his question. I blinked, "Oh no, I couldn't intrude." I responded shaking my head. 

"Besides, I think that would put a strain on our cover," I added with a point. "I've been entertaining, well, not really entertaining but forced to have guests of the GCPD kind at my place as of late. I think that would be a damper on things so to speak. But that's very generous and kind of you." 

It was true though, I couldn't count how many times I had answered my door to fellow officers in the last week. Mainly for questioning, and I knew that would die down at some point but Gordon still lingered from time to time. 

After everything I had done to the man, he still confided in me. It was highly uncomfortable, I didn't like him in my presence, but what was I to tell him? 

Jim, you might need to see a therapist? Perhaps one that is not a certified killer. Oh by the way, I killed Barbara..so there's that. 

He hadn't come to my apartment, but I was afraid he would. I really didn't want to put Oswald in that position. That would be a new can of worms I didn't want to open.