Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Thirty Two: Poison

Chapter Thirty Two: Poison

JIM'S POV:

I am currently stuck in the cell besides a pissed looking Harvey. He glances at his fingers and then clenches his fists.

"I am going to kill that son of a bitch if it is the last thing I do." He tells me. I nod my head and say.

"Well apparently their is going to be a line." I state and then look down myself. We are in the cell because well... we nearly killed Brendan Hollister. But who cares right? Wrong, Commissioner Essen wasn't at all pleased with me and Harvey and several officers had to pull us away.

"But he will deserve what's coming to him Jim. Don't you worry, if you or I don't kill him then guaranteed Penguin will or Fish when she returns back to Gotham." He says. I nod my head. So my best friend is dead and now me and my other best friend are stuck in a cell... great... notice the sarcasm.

"Jim, Harvey, you're free to go." I hear someone say. I look up and see Essen shaking her head at us and we both stand to attention.

"We're releasing you both on a caution, this better not happen again." She warns us. I nod my head and I hear Harvey mutter.

"I can't promise that." Once we are out I run in the opposite direction and hear Harvey shout.

"Jim, where are you going?" He shouts. I didn't answer him all I know is that I need to speak with Ed.

ED'S POV:

"What on Earth is going on?" I ask bewildered. The person stares at me and then clutches onto their throat. I saw into their emerald eyes and they seem desperate.

"The maker makes it but doesn't use it.. The buyer buys it but doesn't need it... The one who needs it never knows it... What is it?" They ask me in a groggy voice. I know the definite answer for this riddle. I raise my brow and then say.

"A Coffin, but what has that got to do with anything?" I question, I may be the most smart carbon atom on this planet but I do not understand why the person is cracking a riddle when surely they cannot be here.

"Well, we're going to need one, either for me or for that son of a bitch who decided to-" Just as the person is about to continue, they clutch onto their throat again and starts to cough. I rush to assist them and then I feel their body go limp under my grip. I then lift them up and stare at them. This is impossible. How? Why? How?

I carry the body out of the fire exit in the station and go around the back entrance where my car is parked. I walk over with the body and try not to look suspicious. Yes it will look like I murdered someone but it's not my fault that they collapsed into my arms. I open the passenger seat and lay the person flat down on the back seat and make sure that they are covered. 

You're making this look suspicious...

I hear a voice call in my head.  I ignore the voice and shut the car door whilst making my way to the driver's seat. As I am about to get into my car I hear a voice call me.

"Ed!" I turn around and see Detective Gordon looking at me. He then walks over to me. I slowly make my way in front of the window and smile at him.

"Detective Gordon, what a pleasure. How can I help you?" I ask him innocently. Jim looks at me and then looks at my stiffened body position.

Loosen up, do you want him to find out?

Jim then looks at me and sighs.

"Considering that you are now in forensics Ed, I would like you to do the post mortem on Detective Strikes. We believe that she was pumped with some kind of poison before dying and we would like to know her cause of death." Jim tells me, there is sadness in his voice. I know he misses her. I do as well but we cannot bring back the dead.

"Of course, I will do it immediately after I do this little thing." I state. Jim looks at me confused. He then nods his head and looks into my car. Luckily I have tinted windows but just for precaution I guard the back seat. Jim pulls his eye's away and then looks at me with a miserable look.

"Thanks Ed, at least then we will be able to find out what killed her and then her killer can finally be placed behind bars and she will be in peace." Jim was right but he was also so over dramatic. He over dramatized things when he didn't need to. I feel his pain for the loss of Dacey but really? Did he have to make a speech about justice at a time like this?

I nod my head and then just as I am about to get into the car I hear Jim say.

"Oh and Ed, you might want to clean your back seat, it looks like you've murdered someone." He suggests. I smile and nod my head before slamming my door shut. I sigh and lean my head against the stirring wheel. Right off I go.

***

When I drive up to the abandoned building I stop the car. I get out of the car and go into the backseat. I pick up the body and hear the person let out a small groan in pain. It must really hurt. I carry them into the old structure and call out.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I said this in the most cliché voice I could of done it in. I felt like the main character in a horror movie. But I wasn't one of those stupid stereotypical blondes who was going to die, no, I was the one who was going to live through this movie.

"Sorry, opening hours is from 5-6 every other Tuesday." A male voice calls out. I look up and see a man with a pale skin complexion and dark blonde-brown hair. He has dark chocolate eyes and stares at me with the body in my hands.

"This is urgent. Do you know who this person is?" I question. The man takes a closer look at the body in my arms and then he nods. He sighs and rubs his hands over his face and then says reluctantly.

"Come this way, oh and don't touch anything." He warns me leading me through a ward. I heard heart monitors and see a few bodies lined up in beds all of them unconscious. He walks me over to the far side of the room and there is a separate room. He opens it and there is a load of medical equipment and a bed.

"Place them on the bed." He instructs me. I nod my head and place the body gently onto the bed taking care that I do not awaken them. He then takes a syringe and tube and injects it into the person's vein on their hand and slowly injects morphine into it. He then takes two small electro pads and attaches them to the person's chest and presses them down lightly.

"Right their stable now. What caused this?" The man asks. I look at him and then say to him.

"I do not know, but I need you to find out why they just collapsed like they did. They have been coughing and eventually the person fell unconscious. I think something may be travelling in their bloodstream." I inform him. He nods his head. He then leaves but before leaving he takes a blood sample.

***

After waiting for about half an hour I see him rush back into the room. I look at him expecting answers and that is exactly what I get.

"Well?" I ask him. He then looks down at a clip board in his hand and he looks me dead in the eye.

"It looks like their is a deadly poison running through their vein's. It looks like a mixture of blow fish poison and something else which I cannot identify. But it is slowly killing the person." He tells me. I nod my head again and then ask.

"Is there a way to cure?" He looks at me and then says.

"I could try and run some more tests to find an antidote but it may take a while." He says to me.

"Then do it." Just as I am about to speak again I hear my phone buzz. I pull it out of my pocket and see Jim's number appear on my phone. I press the green phone and place my phone to my ear.

JIM'S POV:

I go back into the morgue and notice something's off. I look down to see Dacey but when I see her cold dead eye's shut something is wrong. I look down at her neck and notice that the necklace I placed on her earlier had vanished. But that wasn't the only thing. She was wearing a golden band around her left hand. That's when I realised.

I quickly pulled out my phone and dialled Ed's number. I hear him say hello and then I immediately say.

"Ed, it's Jim. Dacey's body is missing!"