Gotham fic 2/2
Title: Toxic
Chapter: two of two
Fandom: Gotham
Characters: Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock
Pairing: none this chapter
summary: Jim tries to remember the night before. Bullock is evasive.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: past date-rape, past drug usage, language
Jim Gordon awoke with a groan. His head was killing him. He must've fell asleep on the couch last night and rolled off in his sleep. He frowned when he saw his pants on the lamp. He couldn't explain why he would have done that. Speaking of which, what exactly did he do last night? He felt sore in unnatural places. What happened? He couldn't remember. For sure the last person he would have seen, if no one else, was his partner.
"Bullock."
"Do you know where I went after work last night?"
"Don't you know?"
"If I did, would I be calling and asking?"
"Probably not," Bullock agreed.
"So?"
"What are you asking me for?" asked Bullock, "do I look like your secretary or something ?"
"I didn't say anything?"
"If you did, I wasn't paying attention. It's not like we hang out off the clock. I don't even like you, Gordon."
"Yeah."
"So, are you coming in or what? I'm running out of excuses with the Captain."
"Of course I'm-what time is it?"
"Uh...twenty minutes after noon, Rip Van Whatever."
Jim swore.
"I'll be right in."
As Jim was dressing, he noticed crescent shaped marks and bruises upon his thighs. He frowned, prodding one tentatively. This was looking worse by the second. He really needed to figure out what he did and where he went last night.
"...quite the cock-slut..."
He couldn't place the voice, but it was a start.
He arrived at the police station.
"Rough night?" Bullock asked when Jim arrived at his desk.
"I don't remember," Jim said curtly.
"Those are always the best nights."
"Depends."
Jim wasn't in a talkative mood.
"What crawled up your ass, Gordon?" grumbled Bullock.
"What?" Jim snapped.
Bullock looked surprised.
"I just meant that you're touchy today. No need to get defensive."
"Sorry," Jim apologized, "I'm just a little rattled today."
"Don't sweat it, Gordon."
Bullock slid a stack of.manila folders onto Jim's desk.
"What's this?" Jim asked in confusion.
"You have to get caught up on our new case and I'm late for lunch."
Bullock was gone before Jim could offer up a protest.
***
Bullock took a swig from his ever-present flask. Gordon was starting to get suspicious. He couldn't ever find out about last night. He needed to go to the casino.
Chapter: two of two
Fandom: Gotham
Characters: Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock
Pairing: none this chapter
summary: Jim tries to remember the night before. Bullock is evasive.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: past date-rape, past drug usage, language
Jim Gordon awoke with a groan. His head was killing him. He must've fell asleep on the couch last night and rolled off in his sleep. He frowned when he saw his pants on the lamp. He couldn't explain why he would have done that. Speaking of which, what exactly did he do last night? He felt sore in unnatural places. What happened? He couldn't remember. For sure the last person he would have seen, if no one else, was his partner.
"Bullock."
"Do you know where I went after work last night?"
"Don't you know?"
"If I did, would I be calling and asking?"
"Probably not," Bullock agreed.
"So?"
"What are you asking me for?" asked Bullock, "do I look like your secretary or something ?"
"I didn't say anything?"
"If you did, I wasn't paying attention. It's not like we hang out off the clock. I don't even like you, Gordon."
"Yeah."
"So, are you coming in or what? I'm running out of excuses with the Captain."
"Of course I'm-what time is it?"
"Uh...twenty minutes after noon, Rip Van Whatever."
Jim swore.
"I'll be right in."
As Jim was dressing, he noticed crescent shaped marks and bruises upon his thighs. He frowned, prodding one tentatively. This was looking worse by the second. He really needed to figure out what he did and where he went last night.
"...quite the cock-slut..."
He couldn't place the voice, but it was a start.
He arrived at the police station.
"Rough night?" Bullock asked when Jim arrived at his desk.
"I don't remember," Jim said curtly.
"Those are always the best nights."
"Depends."
Jim wasn't in a talkative mood.
"What crawled up your ass, Gordon?" grumbled Bullock.
"What?" Jim snapped.
Bullock looked surprised.
"I just meant that you're touchy today. No need to get defensive."
"Sorry," Jim apologized, "I'm just a little rattled today."
"Don't sweat it, Gordon."
Bullock slid a stack of.manila folders onto Jim's desk.
"What's this?" Jim asked in confusion.
"You have to get caught up on our new case and I'm late for lunch."
Bullock was gone before Jim could offer up a protest.
***
Bullock took a swig from his ever-present flask. Gordon was starting to get suspicious. He couldn't ever find out about last night. He needed to go to the casino.