Jim placed his hand on the door to the precinct. The ingress opening suddenly and nearly sending him to the floor. The detective grabbing for anything he could to steady himself so that he didn't end up face first on the marble. Okay, this wasn't the best start, and he was sure that his drunken state wouldn't impress (Y/n) after all this time. But once he somehow managed to get up the stairs, he would find coffee. Any coffee. And then he would ask her all the question that had been bombarding him since he had turned to see what had shocked Harvey so much. All the questions that had been racing around in his mind since he had sat down for that first drink. He would ask her the question that was on the napkin that was in his pocket.

Stumbling slightly, Jim grabbed for the handrail. His feet feeling like lead, as he did his best to climb the stairs. The detective too blurry eyed to notice the looks for the uniform cops and handcuffed criminals that were also making their way into the precinct. A little too inebriated to hear others ask him if he was ok. Well, that was until a certain face appeared before his eyes. A certain voice shook his from his daze.

"Jim? Where the hell have you been?" Harvey asked, as he made his way down the stairs. The Irishman holding onto his partner's shoulders, as Jim began to wobble.

"Don't bother answering that. The fact that you can barely stand up straight and stink of cheap Scotch, tells me everything." Harvey continued, as he looked the slightly dishevelled Jim up and down.

"Is.........is she still here? Is (Y/n) still here?" Jim finally managed to slur in reply. His eyes trying to focus on the top of the stairs. The detective doing his best to push past his friend, so that he could see for himself.

"Yeah. (Y/n)'s still here. I just left her with the captain. She wants to see you pal, but I don't think that this is the best way to do it..........."

"I'll get some coffee..............."

"Jim, this is gonna take more than coffee. Let's get you a cab. You go home and sleep this off. Tomorrow you two can talk.............."

"You just want to keep her to yourself, don't you? You think that if you can get rid of me........." Jim interrupted. Doing his best to straighten himself and look Harvey dead in the eye.

"Given what's happened today, I'm gonna let that slide, Jim. (Y/n) wants to see you. To explain everything. But I'm not gonna let you see her like this. So, you either get into a cab voluntarily, or I'll put you in one." Harvey replied. Pulling himself to his full height and glaring at his friend and partner. The older man not allowing Jim to argue, as he opened the precinct door and helped him outside.

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"Do you think everything's ok?" (Y/n) asked, as she watched Harvey make his way down the stairs. The two detectives just having been told that Jim was at the bottom of the stairs, looking a little worse for wear.

"I'm sure everything will be fine. Just let Harvey deal with it. Now, have you got somewhere to stay?" Sarah asked, trying to change the subject, as she took a seat in her chair. The captain hoping that Jim wasn't as bad as the word that they had just received, might suggest.

"Um........yeah. My old apartment. They made sure that it was taken care of. That the rent was paid. So, hopefully, everything will be just as I left it. It'll be like walking back into my old life. Though part of me thinks that it won't be that easy. My world hasn't been what you would call normal for the past three years. But I suppose being a cop in Gotham isn't exactly what you would call normal either." (Y/n) explained, as she turned her attention to the space beyond Sarah's office.

"Do you think that Jim is alright? Maybe I should go and see what's happening. Try and talk to him. This is all my fault after all. I probably shouldn't have come back. I should have stayed away. I've just made things worse. All I've done is caused him more heartache............."

"You are exactly where you belong, (Y/n). Gordon will be fine. Bullock will fix it, and then I'll have him take you home. You have an early start in the morning. We have a backlog of cases just waiting to be put on your desk. Now that you're back, I'm gonna make good use of you." Sarah interrupted, giving (Y/n) a soft smile.

"No rest for the wicked, huh? Well, there is nothing like Gotham's underworld. One day back on the job, and I'll feel like I never left." (Y/n) laughed. The two women turning as they heard the door. The female detective getting up from her seat, as Harvey pushed his way into the office.

"Harvey, is Jim..............."

"He's fine. Jim's just feeling a little under the weather. I made sure that he got a cab home." Harvey explained, taking (Y/n)'s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Good. And speaking of home, I'd like you to take (Y/n) home. She starts back at work first thing in the morning." Sarah said, as she got up from her seat. The captain making her way over to the door to her office and opening it.

"It'll be my pleasure, captain." Harvey agreed. Placing (Y/n) hand in the crook of his arm and leading her out of the room.