Harvey sat in the same bar, the same booth, at the same time, nursing the same drink that he had done every week for the past two years. It was what they did, it a routine, a habit that he didn't want to break; and no matter what the likes of that psycho Jerome Valeska, or any of the cities resident other nutjobs did, he would be there, come hell or high water. Their meeting, a respite from his job, from the world; from the harsh realities of living in Gotham. But this time, for the first time in two years, she was late; and though Harvey was worried, he was sure that it had something to do with his confession.

What they had; what he and (Y/n) shared, had started out as a simple friendship, nothing more. They had accidentally drifted together in the sea of life, and found a kind of safety, an escape from the everyday, humdrum slog of existence. She would laugh at his terrible jokes and could navigate the moods that the job brought with it. And he.......he would listen whenever she needed an ear. Perhaps it had come from years of interrogating criminals; but once she started talking about something that had happened, he knew just to let her keep going. And then when she was done, she would turn to him and smile, kissing him on the cheek and thanking him for not getting bored with all her complaining. Harvey always happy to oblige, as he could spend all that time just looking at her; watching as the emotions changed behind her eyes, there sometimes fear, annoyance, anger. But whatever the case they never lost their beauty; she never lost the kindness, that he could always sense when they were together. The detective quickly realising that, for him at least, the feelings that he had towards her were not just those of friendship, any longer; there was more, so much more. And even though he had resisted saying anything for some time, even though they would go about things as they always would, and he would act just as he always did, he knew eventually something would give. And one day, that had happened; there had been an emergency at her place of work, and he had raced over there, not for his job, though he would of course do that; but more so that he could make sure that she was all right. Harvey surprised by the fear he felt in not knowing if he had lost her; the panic that filled him as he contemplated never seeing her again. Of no longer having her in his life. And then......then it had hit him; Harvey almost slamming on the car's brakes as the truth hit him like a bolt from the blue.........he loved her.......he loved (Y/n). There not an ounce of doubt in his mind that that was what it was; he wanted her to be his, not just as a friend, but as his girl, his lover, and maybe one day, even more. An awful feeling of dread clinging to him; digging its claws into his skin until he had finally found her. The worried man pulling her into his arms and holding her tight; his heart hammering against his ribcage as he made sure that she was alright. And though he knew it was dumb; he had still insisted on carrying her to the ambulance so that the paramedics could check out the few cuts, scuff and bruises that she had sustained. Harvey making sure, despite her assurances that she was fine, that she didn't move until the guys had given her the thumbs up. And it had been that that had pushed him to make his confession just the night before.

It had been sitting heavily on his shoulders since the incident; the love he felt for her, no longer wanting to be ignored, to be buried deep inside of him. The possibility of losing her and not having told her how he felt, not knowing if she felt the same and that there could have been more between them, no longer something he could just ignore. So, he had called her; but like an idiot, he had left her a message on her voicemail, instead of waiting to speak to her. He had poured out his heart in that quick communication, told her that he loved her, and he wanted to be with her. Yet when no reply had come, no phone call, not last night, or any time today; Harvey had started to worry. And now......now she was late too. The Irishman hoping that he hadn't scared her off.

Suddenly the door to the bar opened. A cool wind and the smell of rain filling his senses, as he waited to see who would enter. His mouth becoming dry, as into the dimly lit pub, came (Y/n); her hair and clothes sodden with rain. Not a hint of a smile on her lips, as she made her way over to him. Harvey looking up at her, as she stood in front of the table.

"Harvey..........I'm sorry. I............."

"No, I understand............" Harvey interrupted, holding up his hand.

"I should never have left that message. It was stupid. I should have known that you could never love a grump, grizzled, jaded old cop like me; and now I have ruined everything...........I should just leave........." He continued. His eyes looking anywhere but at her, as he slowly got to his feet, feeling utterly defeated.

"What......? What are you talking about......? I was just about to apologies for being late. My damn car broke down and I dropped my cell phone into a puddle, so I couldn't call you. I had no umbrella and had to run all the way here and still ended up looking like a drowned rat." (Y/n) explained, as Harvey finally looked at her; dropping back into the booth as he took in her words. A smile coming to his lips as she moved to take a seat next to him.

"And as far as that message you left, is concerned; well, I didn't want to say what I have to say, over the phone. I wanted to see you in person; so, here it goes...........I love you too, Harvey Bullock. I love everything about you; your terrible jokes, your apparent addiction to coffee and Danish......everything. I knew that I had felt something more than friendship for some time; but it wasn't until what happened at work, when I realised that I was lucky that I only had cuts and bruises, that it dawned on me what I felt, it was love.......I love you, and I didn't want to die, or anything else, without telling you that. I didn't want to go to my grave with the regret of not seeing where this could really go, what we could do together. So, in answer to the question you left me......yes, Harvey Bullock; I think I can love you too........" (Y/n) chuckling, as the detective just stared at her, wide eyed for a moment.

"Are........are ya sure...........?"

"Oh, Harvey. You idiot. Come here........." Harvey finding himself pulled into a kiss. His hand making its way up into her long, wet hair as she placed her palm on his cheek. The moment lasting until the need for air, forced them apart. Harvey smiling as he rested his forehead on hers.

"Now, why don't you show me how much you love me, by getting me a drink and seeing if Shaun has a clean towel behind the bar; I'm soaked." She added, the pair laughing as Harvey got to his feet......

"Anything for you, sweetheart.........."