Chapter 1
"What the hell are you doing? " Harvey demanded, storming over to his new partner, first day on the job and the guy already wanted to be a hero. He'd have to break that habit. "We had the drop on him."
Jim Gordon turned and looked at him in astonishment.
What the hell are you doing? We had the drop on him.
"Yeah, Well, he's dropped, isn't he?"
Yeah, Well, he's dropped, isn't he? How did he respond to that? How does anyone respond, really, to someone uttering their soul mark words. Wait, no, he couldn't let this slide-they'd talk about romantic destiny later. This issue needed addressed.
"You could have gotten hurt." Did he sound worried, was the statement to lenient? Maybe he should sound more authoritative? "Rookie mistake. Next time, shoot the son-of-a-bitch." He said gesturing.
His other half, and gosh wasn't that a miracle to think (finally, he was loosing hope), got a mulish expression on his face as he began to argue stepping as close as he could to Harvey, hands on his hips. "If I shoot," He began, taking a deep breathe, "that sets everybody off. Gunfire every which way."
He had a point, but he couldn't tell him that right now, he'd loose ground-he was the authoritative figure here.
"Somebody takes a cop's gun, you shoot him." Harvey told him, did he look okay? The shift was almost over, maybe he'd take him to a dinner. Food worked for every man, right?
"That's basic." Before he could ask Jim to join him for after work soulmate chitchat one of the Uni's yelled for them.
"Bullock, Gordon, you're up. Double homicide, Theater District."
"Give me a break." Harvey sighed. "Shift's nearly over."
"Yeah, nearly." the Uni laughed.