Patrolmen get saints, do commissioners get angels?

The blonde haired girl sat and watched as different cops came and went through the front doors of the station and a soft sigh as she watched Jenkins, the desk sergeant, once more. He offered her a small smile and a shrug which only told her to sit back and wait.



Upstairs on the top floor of the station in his 'new' office, Commissioner James Gordon sighed heavily as he closed the file that he'd been poring over for the last two hours. He stood up and slowly walked over to the windows behind his desk and leaned against the sill, looking out over the city. Gotham. Definitely better than it had been a year ago, but still dangerous, nonetheless. There was still a lot of work to do but Gordon knew they could do it. That is, if he survived the messy divorce that his wife had started proceedings on. Taking off his glasses and dropping them onto the desk as they clattered onto the file, sat down at his desk, one hand rubbing at his eyes, pinching them together to stop the headache that had steadily been building for the last half hour. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to say goodbye to his kids since they had been at her sister’s and she had had his suitcase packed by the door when he’d gotten home that night a week ago. They’d been having difficulties and fighting….half dozen in as many days before the final blow came. He looked at the phone on the desk when it buzzed, sounding like a claxon in his quiet office and the small light on the button flashing. He grumbled softly and picked up the phone, "Yes Estelle," to his secretary, "...what is it?" There was a silence as she rambled off the list of calls she'd been heading off for him and he sighed again and nodded. "Right. Well thank you and I'll take those in the morning and get back to them for sure. Thank you." He was about to hang up when she called out at him and he stopped with a "Hmm?" Another pause and he looked at the clock on the wall across from the desk. Ten thirty. Well...it's not like anyone would be waiting up for him anyway. "Have Jenkins bring her up, would you please?" And once more, trying to ease the pressure, he stood and walked over to the window, leaning against it to wait.



Jenkins answered the desk phone and said, "Sure thing! Be right there," Hanging up the phone and he walked around the desk, and over to he girl. "Come on. He'll see you now."

She grinned and got to her feet, attaching the visitor badge he handed her and followed him into the elevator. At the floor to stop at, he held the doors for her when they opened and then on into the outer office of the commissioner. "Hey, Stell," he said with a grin and he kept ushering the girl forward with a hand to the middle of her back. The inner office door was opened after a knock and Jenkins walked in, they both saw Gordon in his chair which was turned around, his back to them, staring out the window behind his desk and the officer said, "Here she is, boss." He left after getting the nod okay.

She gave Jenkins another smile in thanks and then when the door was closed, she turned to look around the office. Where it had been bright and open before, now it was dark and more studious. The desk was solid oak and the mantle was as well. Bookshelves holding numerous different thoughts from Shakespeare to police journals. There were pictures on the wall, some of the new commissioner and some of the old. Then she studied the man at the window and a cant of her head. "Do you frequently sit and stare out the window late at nights, Commissioner?" And not getting an immediate response, she crossed her arms over her chest. "Is this the way this is going to be?"

"Make yourself comfortable, Miss.....?" he said softly and then a blink as he turned and was surprised to see she couldn't have been more than maybe 18....possibly 20. And the way she was dressed. A short tennis style skirt of powder blue and a thin strapped top of some soft cotton-like material as a shirt. A pair of sandals on bare feet with perfectly painted toenails and her fingernails to match. He sat in his chair and motioned to the chair in front of his desk for her.

"Fallyn." She said, and a look at the chair he'd motioned to and sitting down. "No need for formalities. I'm glad you decided to see me." And a look at the files on his desk. "Apparently you can use all the help you can get."

A brow arched and he couldn't fight the small grin. "And I suppose you're going to offer said help?"

She nodded. "More than you'll ever know, Mr. Gordon." She stood up and walked over to the window behind his desk where he'd been standing a few moments before. "It's hot. Summer in Gotham is never really pleasant. All that heat and humidity." A short pause. "But also some heat from other sources. You're looking for the escapees still from Arkham. Falcone…Joker. Not to mention Scarecrow and a few others. The bosses are always the best ones to get. Brings great publicity for the cops, hm?"

"Mis--"

"Fallyn." she corrected softly.

"Fallyn....what is it exactly you can do for us?"

She sighed and shook her head as she still stared down at the city which still was bustling and buzzing. "I want your promise I'll be protected, Commissioner. I don't want any other in here. Just yours. I want you to make sure that after I tell you what I know...what you can use....you alone will make sure that I'll be safe." And a look at him over her shoulder.

Gordon studied her and after a few minutes, he nodded. "If what you have for us helps us in any way then I will personally guarantee your safety."

Fallyn turned back to the window and stared out again and nodded and then moved away and to his desk, leaning back on the corner and arms folding once more over her chest. "Then fine. I have a key that will go to a set of books that will put Falcone and his crony mob friends away for most likely the rest of their lives."

"Books?" he said with a blink.

"Accounts. Takes. Money laundering, gambling, drugs. Things that put Capone away. And then you'll be assured a conviction since it goes far and above anything that he could have paid for in Gotham.” A quiet pause. “Falcone may think he’s got Gotham’s yutzes under his thumb…but no one can bribe the IRS. And they’re VERY testy about money that isn’t theirs.” A nod before she turned back to him. “I know where these books are. I know the guy that did them. He’s willing to go state’s evidence…but he wants witness protection.”

“We’ll probably do that for you as well. That way you’re always–“ he started.

“On the run.” She cut him off. No matter where you go – even in that program – you’re in danger of someone recognizing you.”

“Then they change your ID and send you somewhere else.”

“Only to go through another job….a new home….another new life.” She walked over to behind the desk and leaned back against it, watching him. “I was born and raised in Gotham. I don’t want to leave it.” Green eyes shifted to stare at the floor for a moment. “I’m not very good at change.” And back up at him. “I don’t make friends easily….but I don’t like to be alone. It’s always nice to know you have at least one person that cares.”

Her words drove into him and he shot another look up at the clock with a sigh. She could read him like a book and he was fairly sure that he’d been hiding things well. No one he worked with ever took notice….but she’d been with him for less than 15 minutes and she already knew more about him than anyone. “This is true.”

She laughed softly and shifted a little, moving over just a bit so she was almost in front of him between him and the desk, her right knee brushing against his and she eased a bit up onto the edge of the desk as well. “I’m not looking for pity, Commissioner. I merely am stating a fact. Just as some of us are trying to hide them.”

He looked up at her and blinked.

A nod at the picture of Barbara and the kids on his desk. “Family man. Well…once. Maybe before you became a sergeant, hm? And before the Bat. Seems he made everything snowball until you made it here.” A look and a hand gesturing around the office. “Suddenly you went from an underappreciated straight cop to the commissioner with responsibility up the whoo-haw.” At his blank look, she had to snicker again. He was really very sweet. “And now not even the family you had worked so hard to protect. Sad, really.”

He sighed and settled back in his chair, hands folding together in his lap as elbows rested on the arms of the leather chair and looked up at her. She was able to read his entire life in the few minutes she’d been there. Something about this girl was….unnerving a bit. “So what is it you want precisely from me, Fallyn?” he asked, trying to relax a bit even with what she was talking about. But then no other woman had every hit the nail on the proverbial head.

She watched him for a moment. And reached over to pick up the small picture of the others and shook her head as fingers traced over the kids. “I want you to be happy. I want you to realize that there are some people that do care about things that you’re doing.” Her voice softened as she opened the drawer just behind her and slipped the picture into it and closed the drawer again and looked back at him. “And I know that not having even your family understand why you’re doing it….can’t be pleasant for a man like you.”

He thought about what she was saying and a slight nod but he couldn’t find the words to speak.

She simply smiled and moved a bit to the side again now being completely between him and the desk and one foot lifted and eased him back a few inches from the desk as she pushed herself up to sit on the desk and cross her legs. “So…what can I do…in my part to make sure you are well assured that, yes, citizens to appreciate you, Commissioner. Well…most of us.” A soft snort and one hand lifted to sift through blonde bangs. “I can’t speak for the woman you married that can’t even find it important enough to wait up for her husband busting his ass late nights and then has the gall to bitch about him not being at home and packing up the kids and leaving…..” And an evil grin. “But then that’s what I’m here for.”

He looked at her for a moment and licked dry lips. She was gorgeous. Her hair cascaded down around her shoulders and those bangs were just long enough where the fringe brushed against dark lashes with every blink. Slim and toned, the thin cotton of the t-shirt top didn’t do much to hide anything now that she was closer and the skirt was just past the curve of her ass. Sitting on the desk and when she crossed impossibly long legs, he stared at them just at her skin and wanting so much to just….take her right there. “That’s not fair about B—Ba….” but for the LIFE of him he couldn’t remember her name!

Fallyn smiled and leaned a bit closer to him and mumbled. “Barbara?”

And he cursed himself as he tore his gaze off of the girl in front of him. “She had her reasons. She wanted a husband to be home at night not gallivanting all over town at odd hours and spending nights with dead bodies rather than hers…or ignoring the kids.” He closed his eyes for a moment then re-opened them and looked up at her again. “I can’t blame her. And actually, no. She’s still in the house. I’m the one who left.” He studied her closer. “What is it….Fallyn….you want?”

“In a word?” she said, sitting back up again and swinging her feet slowly. “You.”

Gordon gulped. All right. this was just – she was only – and a look shot at his office door, wondering why she actually wanted to do this with him. Was it lust? Was it because she saw him on TV and wanted him then? Was it she really wanted to help him relax?


Fallyn reached over to the phone and picked it up and handed it to him. “Call your secretary. Tell her you have some more paperwork to finish and she should go on home.”

Gordon stared at the phone in her hand and without hesitation he took it and pushed the button. “Estelle….yeah things are fine. But I’m….going to be here later than I thought. I…think you should just go on home and…and I’ll see you tomorrow.” There was a pause as he watched Fallyn as he spoke and she just gave him that innocent little grin. “No! That’s all right. Mhmm.thanks. Have a good night.” And the phone was returned to the cradle and he looked up at her.

“Very good, Commissioner.” She purred softly and she slowly eased the sandals off and hooked her feet through the arms of the chair and pulled him a bit closer. “Now. on to what will make you happy.”

Gordon felt that now things could take the turn. And when he saw the outer office lights go off, he looked up at her and slowly stood up, moving a step closer to the girl, his hands on her knees and easing them apart as he moved between and pressed against her and the edge of the desk. “What I want…is something I’m sure you can offer.” And his hands slowly slid up her thighs, but when they got to the hem of the skirt, they stopped, but his thumbs kept brushing gently against her skin. She was so soft….she smelled like….and she was so….young.

“Why Commissioner…” she said with a small grin. “If that’s all that would make you happy….” And slowly her legs wrapped around his thighs and drew him even closer, never letting her gaze leave his. She sat up a bit more and slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders. His hands slid around to the small of her back and he pulled her to the very edge of the desk and she leaned close, pressing soft kisses to his jaw line and back to his ear and a soft whisper. “All right then. Let's be civil about this. You have a city to protect...I'm one of that city. You want info I have....I'm willing to give it to you, but then tomorrow morning I’m on the streets again....and alone completely." A frown at that idea as lips brushed against the shell of his ear and she whispered even softer. "I'm sure you.....are a good man, Commissioner. And I'm sure you love your kids. But tell me...when was the last time the passion was loosed? When was the last time you were able to just live for the moment...for that one intense gut-wrenching pleasure-filled exploding second...where your heart stops and your mind blanks out....Where actually someone wanted to help you get rid of the pressure and tension that hounds your every moment of living now?"

Gordon closed his eyes feeling the soft kisses and then at the whispers and feeling warm breath against his ear, he almost lost it. He eased back from her and fought to think of the words which still wouldn’t come. So rather his hands eased up her back, one leaving and moving back down to her leg, resting on her thigh but soon enough moving up once more and fingers this time slipping under the skirt to stroke against silken skin on the inside of her thigh.

A simple smile at him and legs parted just a hint more to give him easier access as she just watched him and waited.

“I want to be fucked.” He said softly and suddenly realized that it was him that said it. He’d lost his mind! But in the struggle to try and regain control, one fingertip brushed against soft, moist cotton when she shifted once more. “I just want to have that wild passion again... to feel alive... I feel like everyone only takes from me... I have nothing left to give... I want someone to give me a night of pleasure that I will not soon forget..." His idea and request was quite simple as his hand under her skirt moved even further up and four fingers rubbed against her center a small smile when he felt her shiver at his touches.

A soft moan escaped her as she felt his fingers rubbing against her and then pushing a bit harder, her head dropped back for a moment, she bit her lip, caught her breath and then looked back at him once more. “Then do it…..Let me….help. I can give you the pleasure you want, Commissioner.” She whispered softly.

((TBC))
((And I promise…more ‘fun’ to be had))