Gotham Imagines and One Shots

Back from the dead - Part 2 - Jim x Harvey x Reader

Jim shook his head as he and Harvey met at the entrance to the precinct. The Irishman holding a coffee in one hand, as whatever he was trying to eat this morning, was held firmly between his teeth. Harvey rummaging around in his coat pocket, presumably looking for his small hip flask so he could give his coffee a bit of a pep. But Jim couldn't pretend like this was unusual. In fact, this was more or less an every morning thing. Or it was at this time of year. The younger detective never finding it strange, that Harvey had been the one to crawl further into the bottle than he did, as the anniversary of (Y/n)'s death came around. Jim sure that the loss of the woman that he had loved, in truth still loved, had affected Harvey just as much as it had him.

Until that fateful day, (Y/n), he and Harvey had always been together. Worked together. The three of them so close that it was as if they knew what the others were thinking, as they made their way around a crime scene. Jim finding himself falling more and more in love with the female detective with every passing day, and with every passing job. Until finally, he had asked her to join him for a drink. Things becoming more intense as one night out together, turned into two then three. Becoming more intense, as a simple good night kiss on the doorstep, had turned into a full blown love affair. Harvey understandably a little jealous when he was informed of the blossoming relationship. Both men knowing how the other felt for (Y/n). Though thankfully, after a short while, everything had fallen back into its usual step. The three back to working as they always had.

Yet that afternoon, (Y/n) had been on her own, as Jim and Harvey had been out dealing with another murder. And it wasn't until the two of them were nearly back at the precinct, that they had got the news that still haunted them. The news that they had lost her. Harvey slamming on the brakes. The car screeching to a halt in the middle of the road. Neither man hearing the angry shouts from the other drivers, and blaring horns of the cars around them. Both sitting there in stunned silence, as they took in the information. And then there had been the funeral. A funeral with all the honours. Jim, Harvey and everyone else dressed in their finest dress uniforms, as they paid their last respects to a fallen colleague and friend. Jim sure that he and Harvey had drunk that much Scotch that night, that they must have put every distillery in Scotland and Ireland out of business.

"Morning Harvey." Jim said, shaking his head yet again, a Harvey passed him his coffee to hold, and poured some of his own special ingredient from his flask.

"Hummmhmmm hmmmhm." Came the reply from the older man that continued to hold a bread like substance in his mouth. as the two detectives made their way through the door and up the stairs. The two looking around, a strange silence suddenly seeming to descend, as the other detectives that had just arrived, and the other cops that were there to start their shift, looked at the pair. The two looking at one another and shrugging before making their way to their desks. Harvey struggling to take off his long coat, as he insisted on keeping his breakfast in his mouth and his coffee in his hand.

"What do you think that that was all about?" Jim asked, as he dropped into the chair. The younger detective noticing that the silence had turned into a dull murmur.

"Did we do something wrong..............?"

"Not that I know of. Well, I didn't. I don't know about you, Jimbo." Harvey replied, as he finally took a bite of his breakfast and dropped the rest of it onto his desk.

"Me? I haven't................" Jim began to retort to his grinning partner. His brows furrowing in confusion, as the smile on his friend's face disappeared. To be replaced by a look that suggested that Harvey had possibly just seen a ghost.

"Hi Harvey. Hello Jim.........." A voice came from behind him. A voice that Jim hadn't heard in three years. A voice that had whispered to him in the darkest hours of the night. A voice that he was sure that he would never hear again in this world. Jim slowly turning. His brows still furrowed, as he saw the woman that stood with the captain behind her. Her clothes, the tattoos and hair throwing him off for a moment before he saw what was under all that. Before he saw the face of the woman that he had mourned for the last three years.

"(Y.................Y/n)" He asked in disbelief. His heart leaping up into his throat, as she slowly nodded. A familiar small smile pulling at the corners of her lips, as she looked into his eyes. Jim suddenly jumping to his feet. Giving (Y/n) one more look before grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair and racing out of the precinct. Leaving Harvey to slowly get to his feet and make his way over to their old partner. His hand reaching out and gingerly brushing the tears that had begun to fall, away from her cheek. The older man then suddenly pulling her into his arms and holding her tight. Sarah glaring at all the others around them. Giving them the kind of glare that told them all that this was none of their business and they better get on with whatever they were supposed to be doing.

"Why don't you two go into my office and talk. I'll go and see if I can find Gordon." Sarah said quietly, as Harvey reluctantly let (Y/n) move out of his arms. The older man nodding sightly, before placing his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulder and leading her to Essen's office. The captain taking a deep breath and letting out a heavy sigh before making her way down the steps and out onto the streets. Her eyes scanning the bustling road for the detective. Sarah not able to imagine what could possibly be going on in Jim's mind, as she realised that she couldn't she him anywhere.