283 My CO Stash #83 - The One-Seven by lildrummerboi (PercyJacksonXDCU)

-Haven't seen a good SI fic of Percy Jackson but I did find an AU crossover of the DCU and PJ~ Author has other PJ fics but I chose this one as i'm more into the worldbuilding and 5Head Detective MC!

Sypnosis: A devastating attack in Metropolis leaves promising young detective Percy Jackson in desperate need for a fresh start. A new city and a new case might be exactly what he needs to get his mind back on track. Or at least that was how he had been imagining things. Why the hell did he choose to transfer to Gotham again?

Rated: T

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

Gordon grunted as he turned up the lapels of his jacket against the rain. Shielding his pipe in the innards of his coat, he struck a match and lit the tobacco inside. He took a look pull, savoring the sweet taste in his mouth for a moment, before letting out a slow exhale. He watched from the cover of his umbrella as the rain cut through the smoke. Checking his watch again, he sighed. The man he was waiting for honestly had no sense of decorum. He had lit the signal ten minutes ago; he could have been halfway home by now.

"Jim," came a low growl from behind him, in his earlier years, the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department would have jumped in surprise, maybe would have dropped his pipe and reached for his weapon. But after nearly a decade-long partnership, he was more than used to his strange acquaintance's…quirks.

Turning around, Gordon looked at the Batman. He was tall, standing at around six feet and two inches tall. His already impressive frame only enhanced by the powerful looking body armor the vigilante wore.

He didn't say anything, the Batman was never one for small talk or preamble. He was patient enough to wait for Jim to tell him why he was summoned. Instead of speaking, Jim simply reached into his jacket and withdrew a file, without a word he passed it to the man, who took it, the rain bouncing off the laminate casing around the pages. The vigilante took the file, and briefly skimmed over the contents. After a few moments of silence, the file was passed back to Jim.

The silence stretched on for a few moments before Jim grew impatient, "So?" he asked, "What do you think?"

"If you're asking if he's clean, then the answer is yes." the man said,

Jim rolled his eyes, "Of course you already ran your own background check." He took another puff from his pipe, adjusting his umbrella to keep the change of wind from redirecting the rain from pelting him in the face, "Don't know why I don't just have you conduct the interviews." he grumbled,

Batman's eyes narrowed beneath his cowl, but he wasn't the one to answer,

"Perseus Jackson. 26. Graduated from Goode High School in Queens New York in spite of a troubled childhood. Had a run in with the FBI when he was a kid for kidnapping, murder, and destruction of national property but he was exonerated. After graduation he joined the Navy, did four tours before he was honorably discharged following a bad operation in Markovia. Graduated Suma Cum Laude from NYU for criminal justice before he joined the Metropolis Police Department. Rose through the ranks quickly, became the youngest detective in department history. Had the best case closure percentage of all active detectives." The voice came from the other side of Gordon, turning around, Gordon saw the other half of the "Dynamic Duo."

He was young, far too young to be in the line of work that he was; couldn't have been more than thirteen. Dressed in a red and yellow armored body suit, his dark black hair matted down in the rain, the vigilante Robin was looking at a holographic file that was being projected on the gauntlet on the boy's arm.

The boy whistled appreciatively, glancing up, the boy looked passed Gordon and at his mentor, "Guy's good," he said, before he went back to typing on his gauntlet. "Looks like he's got a good career going, why's he transferring?"

Gordon looked at the young man with a frown, he vehemently disagreed with the young man's even being there but he knew better than to try and argue it. "He was there for the attack. His partner, Roger Davis, and his entire family were killed. From what Commissioner Corporon told me, Jackson was close to the family. Was devastated by their deaths. Needed a new lease and Corporon recommended I give it.

"I already talked to Superman. He had nothing but good things to say. He's clean." Batman said, choosing to ignore his partner's interjection.

Gordon snorted, "They all start that way." he said cynically.

"Where are you placing him?"

"The One-Seven."

That actually seemed to surprise Jim's companion, and Jim tried to keep a smirk of satisfaction of his face. It wasn't every day that he managed to catch "the world's greatest detective" off-guard.

"That entire precinct is dirty," the man said,

"For the most part," Gordon nodded, "I'm sick of bringing in new blood, only to have it tainted immediately. If he's going to go on the take, I want to know about it quickly so we can take care of it before it becomes a problem."

"That's cynical," Robin snarked, still not looking up from his gauntlet. Jim tried not to roll his eyes, superhero or not, kids were the same everywhere. Massively engrossed in whatever screen was in front of them.

"Maybe," Batman said, "But it's a good call." Looking back at Gordon he said, "Who're you partnering him with?"

"Montoya," he said,

"She's transferring," it wasn't a question but a statement. Gordon nodded, "Already transferred. After that business with Allen she needed a change of scenery. Between her and Jackson, I'm hoping they can turn around the One-Seven before things get any worse."

"What did the investigation into Wise and Cavallo turn up?"

"Nothing so far, but I wouldn't be surprised if the rats in IAB are on Falcone's payroll too. If Jackson is as good as I've been led to believe, he and Montoya should be able to get enough together to put the entire precinct down for good."

Batman hummed in thought, "You going to bring him in immediately?"

Gordon shook his head, "No, I'm going to sit on it. Montoya knows, but she's under order's not bring him into the fold until she's sure he's clean."

"That sounds like it'll take a while," Robin chipped in, "Wouldn't it be easier for us to take care of this for you?" Gordon actually growled at that, but it was Batman who answered for him,

"No." he said simply, his gaze not leaving Gordon, "This needs to be done the right way, if we're the ones busting bad cops then both Jim and the entire force lose what little credibility they have left." Gordon nodded his head at that,

Robin just scoffed but didn't say anything further,

"When does he start?" Batman asked,

Gordon shrugged, taking another long pull from his pipe, "Supposedly tomorrow," He then turned and looked out at the city, the sound of sirens echoing in the distance, "But this is Gotham. So probably tonight."

BREAK

The phone on the night stand rang. Blearily, Percy swiped his arm over and snatched it. He didn't recognize the number so he contemplated just shutting the damn thing off and going back to sleep. Sighing, he fought the impulse and brought the phone to his ear. "Jackson" he said. His voice low and husky with sleep.

"Detective Percy Jackson?" the voice on the other end asked, it was feminine with a decidedly hard edge to it.

Sitting up, Percy tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes, "Speaking." he grunted, "Who is this?"

"Sorry for waking you up Detective but this is Stacey Alvarez with the Gotham City Police Department. I know you don't officially start until tomorrow, or rather later today, but unfortunately something has come up. You need to report to the corner of Snyder and Miller, there's been a reported homicide and you've been assigned."

As the woman was speaking, Percy was already getting out of the bed, moving quietly to try and avoid further disturbing the other person in the bed. Pulling on his pants he searched around for where his shirt had landed.

"You're being partnered with Renee Montoya, she's already on the scene and forensics is collecting evidence."

"Thanks Stacy." He said softly into the receiver.

"You're welcome detective, and welcome to Gotham." With that, the line went dead. Putting the phone in his pocket, he reached under the bed and grabbed his shirt, badge, and holster for his sidearm.

"Work?" Came a groggy voice from the bed. Turning he looked at the woman under laying naked under the covers. He dark auburn hair curtaining her face as the moon illuminated her alabaster skin.

"Unfortunately. Guess they couldn't wait until I was even an official member of the force." he replied. "Sorry that I woke you up."

"It's ok, you're not the first cop I've slept with, and I'm a bit of a light sleeper." The woman sat up a little, the covers falling from around her and Percy had to force himself to stay on task. "Don't suppose I could convince you to hang around for a few minutes before you go?" she asked, all traces of drowsiness leaving her at the suggestive nature of her question. Percy chuckled and he leaned back towards her, cupping her cheek and placing a chaste kiss on her lips.

"We both know that if I stay around for anything else, it'll take more than a few minutes." the woman smiled and leaned into his touch a bit.

"Can't blame a girl for trying." she laid back down and snuggled into the bed. And Percy felt an inexplicable need to explain himself a little,

"Just so you know, I'm not the type of guy to normally run out in the middle of the night."

She laughed, "I know Percy. If I thought you were an asshole, I would have left you at the bar." She paused, looking thoughtful, "I don't want to give you the wrong impression though, this was probably only a one-time thing."

Percy smiled at her as he stood up from the bed and threw on his jacket, "I know Vesper, you said as much last night. Don't worry I'm not exactly ready for anything long term myself. Besides, who am I to come in between Gotham and her next greatest radio host?" He joked and smiled again as she laughed. He paused at the door, unsure exactly what to say, "You have a spare key I can use to lock up after I leave?" He asked.

She nodded, "Under the plant in the hallway. Night Percy, stay safe and I'll see you around." with that, she rolled over, and went off back to sleep. Leaving the bedroom, he paused in the kitchen of Vesper's apartment. Taking a piece of paper, he wrote down his name and number with a message that if she wanted company again to give him a call. While he was honest about not looking for any long-term commitments at the moment, he was certainly not going to say no to another night with the red-haired vixen.

He found the spare key, locked her door behind him and left the apartment. Arriving at the parking garage he opened the door to his restored, blue, 1969 Mustang and, after punching his destination into the GPS on his phone, he took off. He didn't need to look too hard for the crime scene. The area was fluorescent with the red and blue lights of patrol cars. Pulling up along the curb he stepped out of the car and approached the yellow crime scene tape in front of the alley just off the street. There was a pair of patrolmen stationed in front of the tape warding off any curious late-night onlookers, of which there were not many. Crime scenes were too common an occurrence in Gotham to warrant the sort of casual attraction Percy had seen in Metropolis.

The patrolmen watched Percy approach, their hands resting firmly on the holsters for their weapons as they scanned him. Good boys, Percy thought, in a city like this one, there was no such thing as too careful.

Reaching under his shirt slowly as he approached, he withdrew his identification and displayed it to the more senior looking of the two officers. "I'm Detective Percy Jackson, just transferred in from Metropolis, I've been assigned to the case." The officer Percy had approached scanned the i.d. and then Percy before sharing a look with his companion.

"One second while I grab Detective Montoya." he said before disappearing into the alleyway. Percy wanted to sigh but couldn't exactly blame the man. He was just being thorough, something he could respect. A minute later the officer reappeared with a woman at his heels. She was tall and dark skinned with black hair and dark brown eyes. Percy felt immediately underdressed as he took in her smart business suit and face mask. She lowered the mask from her face before she nodded at the officer closest to Percy, who lifted the tape to let Percy through. He nodded a thanks to the man before he addressed his new partner. He held her gaze as he extended his hand, which she grabbed in a very firm handshake, almost as though she was trying to crush his hand.

"Detective Montoya? I'm Percy Jackson, nice to work with ya." he said. He kept his voice firm and professional. While he enjoyed cracking the occasional wise ass remark he could tell from a glance that this woman was hard edged and all business. In the boy's club that was law enforcement it wasn't a surprise. It still meant that until he was more comfortable with her, and she him, he would keep things serious and professional. He could tell she liked and respected that in a partner.

"It's a pleasure Jackson," She said, and gods even her voice had an edge of iron to it. She released his hand and handed him multiple pairs of gloves and booties. Percy immediately slipped the booties on over his shoes, but waited to put the gloves on. "We can get to know each other later, right now we've got a grisly one." Montoya said, her face grimacing slightly as she handed him his own mask

"That bad?" he asked, and she just nodded. Percy took a deep breath to steel himself and he put the mask on over his mouth and nose. His partner turned back to the alley and led the pair to the scene.

"Forensics just finished up a few minutes ago. Evidence is already on its way to processing." she started without preamble. "No i.d. on the vic as of yet, I have someone running her picture against missing persons but I'll be honest, I'm not incredibly hopeful that we'll catch anything on that yet. She was shot three times. Twice in the back, and once more, right between the eyes. Hard to say without the weapon but judging by the size and shape of the bullet wounds, we are likely dealing with small caliber."

"No sign of the weapon I'm guessing?" Percy asked,

"Of course not, that would make this easy." Montoya snarked, "I've got patrols canvassing the area, checking gutters and garbage to see if it was ditched somewhere but no luck so far. Anyways, the M.E. reported bruising along the ribs, and what is likely cerebral hemorrhaging. That being said, it looks like our girl tried to fight back a bit. The alley is pretty thoroughly trashed. Her knuckles are bruised pretty bad too so hopefully we can pull something off of her that will lead us to something here."

He was saved from a reply by their arrival on the scene. It was ugly. The girl was on the younger side of fourteen, and looked like she had been beaten with a pipe. Her left eye was completely swollen shut, and her right eye was open, but bloodshot. Her nose was twisted and broken and a trail of dried blood leaked out of one nostril staining her dress shirt. However, what really drew his attention was the lack of any obvious exit wounds in the woman's chest. It suggested a smaller caliber weapon, likely a .22 or .9.

Percy bit back bile and tried his best not lose his composure. It wasn't the first time he had seen something like this and it certainly wouldn't be his last. That didn't stop anger and disgust that welled up inside of him, the tempest of emotions trying to come loose. No matter the scene, things were always worse when kids were involved. Taking another deep breath, he collected himself and began looking back at the girl, this time focusing on what she was wearing, "Looks like a school uniform," he said, more to himself than to Montoya, but she still hummed in agreement,

"I was thinking the same thing,"

"Know any nearby schools with a dress code?" Percy asked, turning to look at his partner.

She shrugged, "Gotham Academy, think she's a student?"

"Wouldn't hurt to see how many of their freshmen are missing tomorrow morning."

Montoya agreed before moving on and discussing something with a couple of patrolmen. Standing up, Percy took a walk over to a series of garbage cans that were strewn across the backside of the ally, their contents spilled and the bags inside having burst adding to the mess and misery of the scene.

One of the bins was dented rather badly on one side, the flag marking the bin as evidence told him that forensics also thought that something useful might be pulled from there. Next, he looked at the discarded trash itself. While Percy had only been a detective for two years, he had been partnered with a man in Metropolis who had been working homicide since before Superman had even existed. As such, the man had a wealth of knowledge that he had tried to pass on to Percy before he tragically passed away in the incident a few months ago. One such nugget of wisdom was to always have multiple eyes, look over multiple parts of the scene multiple times. You never knew what someone might notice out of the corner of their eye.

Which was why after his first pass over the discarded trash refuse, he looked away for a moment, letting his eyes focus on something else, before going over the area again. A moment later, he was glad that he did. On the ground, among the milk cartons and pizza boxes, was a small bracelet. The bracelet was corded silver with intricate golden inlays and a small emerald jewel hanging onto the side. From the angle at which the bracelet was sitting, he couldn't make out what the jewel was depicting. He called out to his new partner, "Hey Montoya, does one of our girl's wrists have a small tan line on it, something that could have been caused by a small bracelet or something?" He didn't take his eyes off of the bracelet, he was paranoid he would lose it if he looked away, so he heard more than saw Montoya move over to check on the girl's wrists.

"Her right wrist has a small tan line, definitely something that could have come from wearing a bracelet. You got something over there?"

"Yeah, someone bring a camera over." Not a moment later, there was an officer with a camera in her hands at Percy's side. Percy pointed out the small bracelet, and had the officer photograph the bracelet from several different angles. When she was done, Percy took off his old gloves before putting a new layer over top. He didn't want to contaminate any potential evidence from his fingers when he had touched the wall, with the anything that was potentially on the bracelet. Something like this could be something, or could be nothing. It was impossible to tell this early into an investigation. Picking up the bracelet he examined it more carefully, the jewelry was not what he was expecting. It was like a runic circle or a pentagram, but in the center was a humanoid figure. He had the officer with the camera take a few more photos, this time focusing on the jewel, then Percy put the item in an evidence bag, sealed the bag, and handed it off to a nearby officer to send to the lab for analysis.

Pulling his gloves off again, Percy rubbed at the stubble on his face, Montoya walked over, "What did you find?" she asked,

"A small bracelet bracelet; could be something or it could be nothing. But it was made of gold, silver and emerald. I'm no jeweler but that piece alone couldn't have come cheap." She nodded, and Percy continued, "You were right earlier, it definitely looks like she put up a fight. The dent in that garbage bin over there is way too big to belong to her. You have the guys run a luminal test yet? Or are they waiting till we leave?"

"They wanted to wait for you to have a pass over the area before they started spraying." She said, "Think they're going to find anything?"

Percy shrugged, "Hard to say, but the guy was sloppy, probably wasn't expecting her to fight back like she did. I'm willing to bet they can pull something off of the walls that we just can't see." he then looked back at the garbage, and then out passed the alley and across the street. There were several large apartment buildings directly across the street from the alley, better yet, several of the apartments with windows facing the alley had lights on. "I'm also willing to bet that whatever happened here, caused a hell of a lot of noise. Someone was likely to at least hear something if not outright seen it. I say we head out, canvas a couple of these apartment buildings and see what we can-you're shaking your head, why are you shaking your head no?"

The look she gave him was almost pitying, "Don't take this the wrong way Jackson, you seem like you got a grasp on your shit, but you gotta remember you're not in Metropolis anymore. When people in Gotham hear shit start to go down, they don't call 9-1-1. They don't report it. They close their blinds and turn up their TV. Even if someone saw something, they sure as hell won't be about to say anything." She took a breath as she collected her thoughts and as she tried figure out how to explain this to Percy, "Look, before The Bat showed up, this was a mob town. People who talked, hell if they even looked at cops, found themselves on a one-way trip to the morgue."

Percy supposed he could understand that, he was from New York after all, and you heard things, but still… "But hasn't The Bat been around for a while now? Hell, he's even running around with a kid these days. Surely people don't feel that threatened anymore."

She shrugged, "Yes and no, you gotta understand Jackson, I grew up here, I understand how Gotham thinks, and it's hard to break literal decades of forced obliviousness."

Percy thought about it for a minute. He understood what she was saying, and part of him had to concede that she raised good points. "Alright, look, I get what you're saying. And this is your city, like you said you grew up here. But I still don't see the harm in at least having a couple officers canvas a little, at least with a picture going door to door in the morning. Maybe someone is feeling a little more cooperative?"

Montoya just shrugged. She liked that the new guy was deferring to her here and she also liked that he was taking this so seriously. The Commissioner had told her that her new partner had a hell of a conviction record. More importantly, he had told her that Percy Jackson was very thorough. She liked that in a partner. She felt pretty positive that it wasn't going to lead anywhere but she had to concede that it wouldn't hurt anything and so she told him as much.

Percy was about to respond but before he could a uniformed officer jogged up to them, "Sorry to interrupt detectives, but I got a lady here who says she was the one to call it in."

Percy shot Montoya a cheeky grin, to which his new partner responded with an eye roll before they followed the officer. Before they approached the woman at the opening to the alley, Percy consciously slowed his pace, allowing his partner to be the first on approach. He fully intended to allow her to take the lead on this case. Something that was not missed by Montoya. So far, her new partner was proving himself to be more than competent.

The woman was older, in early thirties, with streaky blonde hair that was curled up in a messy bun on her head. She was wearing a heavy coat to protect her from the autumn wind and sporadic rainfall, but her legs were covered by thin, blue, hospital scrubs. The older looking officer with her introduced the woman to the detectives.

"Detectives," the older man said gesturing to the woman, "This is Miss Hanson, she says she might have seen something."

"Good evening, Miss Hanson," said Montoya politely, before indicating herself and Percy, "I'm detective Montoya, and this is detective Jackson. Why don't you tell us about what you saw?"

The woman shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny of the two detectives but she gathered her courage and recounted what she saw, "I had just gotten home, I'm an ER nurse at Gotham General, and I got held up assisting with a four car pileup on '37 so I got home later than usual." she took a shaky breath, her gaze flitting down the alleyway, "I was getting ready to make a quick dinner when I heard yelling from outside. I-I just figured it was some kids arguing, you know? Didn't really think anything of it. But then the shouting got louder and then the screaming started."

She took another breath, closing her eyes as though trying to wipe what she had seen from her memory, "I got worried so I decided to take a look," she pointed up at a series of windows overlooking the alley, "I live in that apartment on the corner, sits right over the alley. I watched a-as this guy was beating this girl." She was shaking, tugging the sides of her jacket closer to her, "She tried fighting back, she got him good a few times too. Kicked him in balls before she managed to push him into those some garbage cans. She tried to run but the guy h-he was just too quick. I saw him pull a gun and he just-just…he sh-shot her. Two times in the back. She-she fell, and then she started bleeding, and he just walked over and he-he…" she couldn't finish as she started crying.

While Percy was sympathetic to the woman, watching someone get executed was among one of the most horrific things someone could witness, but they needed more information from her. Montoya was of the same mind.

"Ma'am," she said gently, "I understand this is difficult, but we need to know. Did you get a good look at the man who did this?" Percy knew the answer before she even said anything. The alley was dark, the only light right then was coming from the myriad of lights that had been set up by the crime scene analysts. Prior to that, Percy figured the only light in the alley would have been coming from the full moon, and whatever was sneaking in from street lights.

Miss Hanson shook her head, "No, it was too dark." she said, "But um, he was tallish, maybe around six feet. Kind of scrawny, he was wearing a dark coat and um a sweatshirt underneath and he had the hood up, so I couldn't see his face."

Percy had been expecting as much, it would have been far too much to ask for them to have caught a break like that, "What did he do after he killed her?" Percy asked as gently as he could,

The woman turned her attention to him, "He, um, he started to search her. Was going through her pockets or something, maybe he was looking for a wallet or something, I don't know but he didn't find anything I don't think because he got really mad and just started kicking her." And a new wave of tears began flowing down the woman's cheeks, "Who does something like that. To a little girl?" she asked hopelessly, closing in on herself.

Percy shared a look with Montoya; they wouldn't be getting anything else out of her tonight. Montoya reached into a coat pocket and withdrew a card, handing it to the woman she said, "Thank you very much Miss Hanson, you've been very helpful. If you think of anything else, please, give me a call." The woman just gave a shaky nod before accepting the card. Percy gave the patrol officer a subtle gesture and the man nodded before gently grabbing Miss Hanson by the arm and guiding her away.

Sticking his hands into his pockets, Percy frowned in thought. Something about all of this just wasn't sitting right with him.

"You feel it too huh?" Montoya was asking, shaking out of his reverie, Percy looked at the other woman. She wasn't looking at him, instead she was watching the retreating figure of Miss Hanson. Feeling his gaze on her, she said, "This isn't just a simple mugging gone wrong."

Percy grunted in agreement, "I was thinking the same thing. Who tries to mug a fourteen-year old?" Percy shook his, no it sounds to me like he was looking for something." Sighing, Percy checked his watch, quarter after three in the morning. He groaned, "It's going to be one of those days, I can already feel it."

Montoya just hummed in agreement, before checking her own watch. "We won't be getting anything else done right now." She said, as she began walking out of the alley towards the squad cars. "Let's call it and regroup in the morning, hopefully by then the labs will have something for us."

Percy jogged after her, "Sounds good to me. I've been meaning to ask by the way," he said gesturing back to the crime scene as they passed a group of forensics cops in full hazmat gear as they walked into the alleyway, "Why are we taking this? We're major crimes, right? Not to downplay the death of a kid but shouldn't this be Homicides collar?" he asked,

Montoya chuckled darkly as they got to their individual vehicles. "This is Gotham, Metropolis." She said, and Percy groaned at the nickname, "We don't have the manpower to avoid splitting hairs." She got into her car, before turning the engine over and reversing away from the curb. Just before she pulled away, she rolled her window down and said,

"Welcome to the One-Seven detective. You're going to hate it here."

Chapter 2

It was five minutes to eight in the morning when Montoya climbed the steps into the precinct. She shifted the coffee in her hands, stacking one cup on top of the other, in order to relieve her hand from the heat of one of the cups. Idiot kid at the coffee shop had forgotten to give her a sleeve for it and she had been in too much of a rush to notice at first.

Grumbling to herself as she pushed her way into the precinct, she climbed the steps inside the building before greeting the desk sergeant, "Morning Sal," she said over a jaw-cracking yawn.

"Late start for ya Montoya?" he asked, not looking up from the paperwork on his desk,

Montoya stopped, turning to look at the man, eyebrow raised, "What does that mean?" she asked,

Sal looked up, and raised his hands in surrender as he saw the sharp look in Montoya's eyes, "Nothing!" He said quickly, "Just that I figured you'd be here sooner, your new partner has been here since six…"

Montoya looked incredulously at the man, what in the hell had Jackson been doing here since six? Ignoring the desk sergeant, she marched her way into the bullpen. Pushing open the doors, she scanned the room, her eyes quickly latching onto the back of her partner's head. He was hunched over the desk; a phone was tucked against one ear and he was listening attentively as he wrote something down on a large yellow notepad.

Before she could walk over to her new partner, her path was blocked by the aging figure of Roman Cavallo. Dressed nicely in a beige suit which accentuated the snow-white hair and mustache, Cavallo looked like he belonged on the set of a cheap procedural cop drama than in an active precinct.

"Nice of you to join us Montoya," he said, crossing his arms over his chest,

"Bite me, Cavallo," Montoya snarled and made to move past him, but the other detective grabbed hold of her arm.

"You would be so lucky," he said, with deep frown, "You need to get your rookie on the same page."

Yanking her arm free, making sure not spill the coffee, she glared at the man, "The hell does that mean?"

"It means, that this precinct has a certain way of doing things. A way that ensures that everyone stays…happy. Your new partner needs to understand that or we're going to have problems."

Montoya didn't respond, choosing instead to simply glare at the man before pushing passed him. She had only been with the One-Seven for a month, but she had quickly been initiated into how things were done in the precinct. It was why the Commissioner had placed her here in the first place. As far as she had been able to figure, both Cavallo as well as his partner Marcus Wise, were on the take. She didn't know to whom they belonged yet, but she had her suspicions. And from the way the precinct lieutenant, Davis Winston, interacted with the pair, Montoya was certain that he was in on the take as well.

She walked briskly over to the desk she shared with Jackson just as he was setting the phone down. He was putting the finishing touches on whatever he was writing when she placed the coffee down in front of him. "You're making me look bad Metropolis," she said as she perched herself at the edge, "Coming in two hours before me; man if you wanted to impress me you could have just gotten breakfast." she smirked, Percy just rolled his eyes, before accepting the coffee with a muttered thanks. Reaching into a desk drawer, he retrieved a handful of packets of sugar, before he tore them open with his teeth and proceeded to drown his coffee in sugar. He took a long, satisfied pull of the drink before he set it down on his desk and swiveled his chair around to look at his partner.

"Couldn't sleep." he said simply, "Got too wired up, so I went to the gym, made some breakfast, banged my head against the wall, and by the time all of that was done it was only five-thirty. I said screw it and came in; figured if I was going to be up, I might as well be doing something productive."

Montoya just nodded; she had been in similar situations herself. Nothing like a two am wake up call to get the day going.

"You find anything?" she asked, taking a sip from her coffee. Percy nodded, reaching over his desk to hand over a separate notepad. Looking over the notes, it was a series of names, dates, and potential guardians.

"I spent the last hour or so on the phone with every middle and high school in the city, asking if any of their students failed to report to their first periods." he said, then pointed to the paper, "comparing that with the number of schools that require a dress code and I had only one hit." Reaching across the table, he handed Montoya a photo, it was a photo of the same dead girl in the alleyway, except she was dressed in an expensive ball gown, with an array of expensive jewels hanging from her neck. "That," Percy said as he took another pull from his coffee, "Is Silver St. Cloud. He parents are some hot shot art dealers who own most of the galleries in Gotham. I made some calls but apparently they're out of the city, and I haven't been able to reach them."

"Jesus Christ," Montoya muttered as she stared at the picture. Looking back at her partner she said, "You know this is about to become a shit-storm of utterly epic proportions, right?"

Percy just nodded, "I figured as much. Thankfully, we're still ahead of it. I was thinking, since we can't get ahold of the parents, we might want to head on down to Gotham Academy, speak with some of her friends and teachers. They might be able to shed some light on what she was doing by herself in that alley."

Montoya nodded; her new partner was shaping up to be better than she had been hoping for. When she found out that her new partner was coming in from Metropolis, she had been expecting an ambulance chaser. It was common enough for former MPD detectives. They got sick of having Superman steal all of the glory for himself, and moved to Gotham where they thought they had a better chance of stealing some spotlight for themselves.

But Percy was steadily proving her wrong. He was competent, self-assured, and was willing to take the initiative. All good traits in a good cop. Better still, he was letting her call the shots, letting her take point and have the final call on all of their decisions. It stroked her ego sure, but more importantly it pointed to the fact that Percy was a team player, not a glory hound.

"What are we waiting for," she said, as she stood up, "I'll drive,"

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Stepping out of the car, Montoya couldn't help but smirk a little at Percy's appreciative whistle, "The lifestyle of the rich and famous, you should feel right at home Metro." Percy just snorted derisively,

"Believe it or not" or he said, side-eyeing her, "Not everyone in Metropolis lives in a five-star penthouse. I had to rent an apartment an hour out of the city just to afford living there."

Montoya stopped just short of the gates to the academy, "You're shitting me." she said,

"Nope" her partner said, "Between property value and cape insurance-"

"Cape insurance?" she asked,

"Insurance for when the big guy destroys half the city fighting a giant robot or…something else. City ordinance dictates that you have to take out an insane insurance policy, you know, just in case. Anyways, for the landlords that means that they charge triple what even the smallest apartments here are worth just to make up the cost."

"Jesus…" Montoya muttered as the two flashed their badges to the security guard at the gate and they were brought inside the grounds, "Starting to see why you left."

Percy just chuckled, "Would be lying if I said it wasn't part of it," he admitted, "I can afford an apartment with more than double the floor space of my last place and still not be paying half of what I did in Metropolis."

"Guess the grass isn't always greener huh?" she asked him, and Percy just shrugged.

They made their way through the quad, abandoned at the moment because it was the middle of third period. They were greeted at the front doors and were invited through a maze of intricate hallways ordained with ornate pictures and ostentatious decorations commemorating the long history of the school. After about a five-minute walk they were deposited in lush, comfortable office of Headmistress Lorenz. She was a tall woman, standing at nearly six-feet even without her heels and had the harsh features of a woman with many dedicated years of educating behind her.

"Detectives," she greeted politely enough, "Please, have a seat," she said, gesturing to the two open chairs in front of her desk. Montoya and Percy both sat down, "Now," she said as she steepled her hands in front of herself, "What can I help you with."

Montoya reached into her coat pocket and withdrew her legal pad. "Ma'am is there a Silver St. Cloud, currently enrolled in this school?" she asked as she looked over her partner's notes.

"Yes, one of our star pupils. Last year She won the Martha Wayne Award of Academic Excellence as well as Miranda Cobblepot's Philanthropic Achievement Honors. She is an excellent student; I assure you if she is in any trouble then there must be some kind of mistake."

Montoya and Percy shared a look before Percy took the lead, "She's not in any kind of trouble ma'am." He said, and Montoya was impressed by his calm yet smooth delivery. Must not have been the first time he'd had to deliver this kind of news. She watched as he reached into his coat pocket and withdrew a photograph. Before sliding it over he said, "I apologize in advance ma'am because this is rather…graphic, however we need you to identify the person in this photo." he then flipped the photo over and slid it towards the Headmistress. Her puzzled expression quickly morphed into muted horror.

Gasping in shock and revulsion, she threw the photo back at Percy, turning away and covering her mouth with her hand. Percy reached over and snatched the photo back, tucking it into his pocket. They let the headmistress recompose for a few moments before Percy asked, "I'm very sorry ma'am but I have to ask, is that Miss St. Cloud in the photo." The woman clearly didn't have it in her to respond verbally yet, so she just nodded her head.

Lorenz was shaking her head, as though she were trying to scare away a particularly persistent mosquito, "I can't believe this, just the other day she was here, happy and a-alive." She looked up sharply at the pair of detectives, "Do the parents know yet?" she asked,

Percy shook his head, "I tried to get a hold of them this morning but just kept getting the ring around. According to the butler I spoke to, they're out of the country."

The headmistress nodded to herself, "I suppose that makes sense," she mused softly, "I believe they were opening a gallery in Brussels, and wanted to be there Grand Opening."

Percy and Montoya shared a look before Montoya asked, "We would like to speak with some of her friends, were there any students here that she was particularly close to?"

Lorenz took a deep breath, and tried to steady herself, "I honestly don't know." She said, sounding defeated, as though all of the air had been knocked out of her lungs at once. "I supervise over five-hundred students, hang on a second." she moved over to her computer and began typing some commands into the keyboard. After a moment of typing she looked back up at the detectives, "Her homeroom teacher was Miss Rushman, she's in the middle of a lesson right now but they should be finishing up soon. I'll have my secretary escort you."

"Thank you, ma'am." they both said, and stood up as one to leave the room,

"Detectives," Lorenz said, stopping the pair before they could leave the room, "Miss St. Cloud, was a treasure to this world. Was going to go on to do great things. And now…" Her voice wavered slightly, "Now that treasure has been stripped away." Her eyes grew fierce, and her features sharpened, "Find the bastard that this."

"We plan on it, ma'am." Montoya said, and motioned for Percy to follow her out of the room.

BREAK

They knocked at the door after their escort dropped them off, not waiting for an answer they marched into the room. Miss Rushman was on the younger side, maybe in early thirties at the latest, with bright auburn hair and piercing green eyes. She stopped mid-lecture and turned to look at the pair of detectives.

"Excuse me, I'm in the middle of a lesson, is there something I could help you with?"

"Sorry to interrupt ma'am," Percy said as he flashed his badge, "GCPD, I'm detective Jackson and this is detective Montoya, we need to ask you a few questions."

The teacher crossed her arms, standing defensively, "Well whatever it is, it can wait until after class,"

"Unfortunately, it can't," Montoya said,

"Alright kids, class dismissed, c'mon," Percy said, whistling sharply between his teeth as though her were wrangling cattle.

"Hey you can't-"

She was cut off by the scrapping of chairs and excitable chatter as the students scrambled to gather their belongings and leave. When the last student, a younger boy with jet black hair left, staring intently at Percy the entire time, Rushman spoke,

"That was hardly necessary,"

"Like my partner said ma'am, it unfortunately, is very necessary." Percy said, passing over the photo of St. Cloud to the woman. Her reaction was…peculiar, she didn't scream. Didn't gasp in shock. She didn't react in any noticeable way, she just looked at the picture; face like stone. Nearly a minute passed without a reaction, she just stared at the photograph. Finally, she just sighed and handed the picture back to Percy.

"Have you notified her parents?" she asked, showing no outward signs of distress,

Montoya raised an eyebrow, "We're working on it," she said, "But they're out of the country and haven't been receiving our calls."

Rushman nodded as though that made sense to her. "We wanted to interview her friends, see if they had noticed anything unusual leading up to her murder." said Percy,

"Barbara Gordon and Bette Kane," the teacher said without preamble. Montoya stiffened uncomfortably at that,

"Great, were they just in here? We can probably track 'em down."

Rushman shook her head, "No, they're older students. Juniors. They'll be in the upperclassmen wing. They have Mr. Richards right now I believe."

Percy's confusion showed on his features as he frowned, "I thought St. Cloud was a sophomore?" Rushman nodded at him, "Then what the hell was she doing hanging out with juniors. I don't know about the two of you, but when I was in high school, trying to speak to upperclassmen was a one-way ticket to being shoved in a locker."

Rushman looked Percy's enormous frame, up and down, quirking a brow, "There is no way you were ever shoved in a locker," she deadpanned, and Montoya snorted in agreement. "But normally, you'd be right. However, Silver was…mature for her age. Had a difficult time connecting with her peers. When she first joined us, it was affecting her studies. I made an arrangement with Miss's Gordon and Kane, they started tutoring her, soon enough the three of them were inseparable." She was interrupted by the sound of a bell ringing. "That's the lunch bell, they should be in the cafeteria." Rushman said, Montoya looked over at her partner,

"I'll stay here, talk with Miss Rushman, why don't you go pay the girls a visit?" Percy shrugged but nodded his head,

"Take a left out of the door, pass the next hall and it will be the first set of double doors on the right." Rushman supplied helpfully. Percy nodded his thanks and left out the class door. Rushman turned an amused smirk at Montoya, "He has no idea that Barbara is the Commissioner's daughter, does he?"

Montoya smirked back at the woman, pulling out a pen and her legal pad, "Nope,"

BREAK

It was only after Percy had entered the cafeteria that he realized that he'd never actually asked what the two girl's he was supposed to be interviewing looked like. Catching the eye of worker behind the counter of a food trolley, he strode over. Flashing his badge, he asked, "GCPD, looking for Barbara Gordon and Bette Kane, any idea where I can find them?" he asked. The man behind the counter just gave him an odd look before pointing at a table near the back of the room. Sitting at the table were three girls, A pair of blondes and a redhead.

Thanking the man, who gave him the strangest expression of pity Percy had ever seen, he made his way towards the lunch table. "Excuse me ladies," Percy said as he approached the table. All three girls turned to look at the new man, "I'm looking for Bette Kane and Barbara Gordon,"

"Who's asking?" asked one of the blondes, Vietnamese by the looks of her, her muscles tensing as though ready to either knife him or run away from him at the drop of a hat. Percy quirked a brow at her, those types of reactions were more common among street kids, not exactly Percy expected to see from some yuppies in an elite prep school.

"GCPD," he said easily, "Do you mind if we go somewhere else, I'd like to have a word with the two of you." he said,

"Badge and i.d. please," said the redhead, and Percy chuckled as he reached into his pocket to produce the requested identification,

"Smart girl," he said flashing his identification,

"Thanks," the redhead said, as she snatched the badge and i.d. out of his hand and looked over both of them carefully, "My dad always taught me to be thorough. After all," she looked up at him over the badge, "It's not paranoia if they're really out to get ya,"

Percy chuckled, "Sounds like a smart man, your pops. He a cop?" he asked, and Barbara smirked at him,

"Something like that, tell me though, are you new to the force, detective…" she stopped to look at his name one more time, "Jackson?" she asked, as she handed him back his badge and i.d.

Percy nodded, "Transferred in from Metropolis, today is my first day, well," he amended, "I guess technically last night was. Why?"

"No reason, just curious is all," she said, far too innocently to be believable. Percy just nodded suspiciously. "Now, to answer your question; I'm Barbara," she pointed to herself, "That's Bette," she pointed next to her to a curly haired blonde with a classical European beauty to her who waved, "And that is Artemis," she said, point at the Vietnamese girl. She just glared harder at Percy. Definitely did not have a good relationship with cops, Percy thought to himself as he looked away from the angry girl. "What can we help you with detective," Barbara asked calmly,

"Do you mind if we talk somewhere else?" he asked, but the redhead just looked hard at him. Whoever had raised this girl was bringing up a hardass, he thought.

Percy sigh and gestured to the open seat by Artemis, and Barbara looked at her friend who nodded reluctantly, flashing a winning smile at the pair of them, Percy sat down on the empty bench. He pulled out a pen and his pad, before looking around the table, "Is it alright with all of you if I write some notes down as we talk?" he asked. The girls all shrugged and Percy took that as consent enough for him.

"How long have the two of you been tutoring Silver St. Cloud?"

Bette and Barbara shared confused and concerned looks, "Since the beginning of the last year, why? Is something wrong, did something happen?"

Percy sighed, he hated this part of the job but it was important to be honest with them, putting his pen and pad down he looked between the two girls, "Yeah," he softly, his tone taking on the gentle "victim" tone, that Roger had used to roast him over, "There was an incident last night." he continued, "I regret to inform you that, Miss St. Cloud was murdered, somewhere between one and two o'clock this morning," he said. He had found that blunt honesty and directness was always the best course. Even with kids; kids could handle a lot more than anyone ever gave them credit for.

Bette gasped, a hand going to her mouth in muted horror. "Oh my god," said Barbara, "Are you serious,"

Percy nodded solemnly, "I'm very sorry for your loss, and ordinarily and I'd want nothing more than to let you grieve peacefully, however, the clock is ticking and we have a lot of questions unanswered, so please I need your help here ladies," he said.

Barbara swallowed thickly, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes but she nodded resolutely, and Percy had to admire the young girl's ability to keep herself composed, "We met her last year. Miss Rushman said that she needed help, that she was having difficulties adjusting to school here. Her family had just moved back to Gotham and she didn't have any friends." Barbara nodded sadly, "Our tutoring sessions usually just led to us hanging out for a few hours; talking, watching movies, just being together you know?"

Percy nodded, writing down some notes in his notepad, "So would you say you knew her well?" he asked,

Barbara frowned in thought, "Well enough to know that she'd been acting a little strange lately,"

That got Percy's attention, it had been where his questioning had been going, "Strange in what way,"

"S-she um, she missed our last meeting," Bette said, stumbling over her words slightly as she tried to fight through tears. Barbara reached next to her and grabbed her friend's hand reassuringly,

"And that wasn't a normal occurrence then?" Percy asked,

"No," said Barbara, shaking her head, "We usually met three times a week, it's been that way since we met; and she never once called or texted to cancel a meeting, until this week…" she said, trailing off.

Percy nodded, "Alright, did she tell you why she had to cancel?"

Bette shook her head, "No," she sniffled, "She just said that there were urgent family matters that she had to deal with and wouldn't be able to meet at all this week,"

"She didn't specify at all what those problems were?" Percy asked, continuing to write as he did so, and Bette shook her head,

Barbara frowned as she thought back on the last week, "She did seem a little more nervous this week," she said,

"Nervous how?" Percy asked,

"I don't know," the redhead said, "She was…shifty. Always looking around, constantly tense, as though she was worried she was going to get jumped at any-" she stopped talking, shaking slightly as the reality of what she said came through. Percy allowed her a few moments to collect herself before asking prompting her,

"Ok, so she seemed jumpy, scared?" he probed,

Barbara nodded, "She would normally hang around school for a bit after class, you know study in the library or go to the gym, but for the past week she would get immediately picked up and she would go straight back to the penthouse. We tried to ask her what was wrong but she just kept telling us that she was stressed because of something going on with her parents,"

"Did she ever specify what was going on with them?" Percy asked,

"No," said Barbara, "Just that they were pushing her to take on a more active role in the family business. We were surprised when she didn't go with them to Brussels."

Percy nodded, scribbling down a few more notes, "Ok, this penthouse, have either of you ever been there?"

"Yeah," Bette nodded, "It was on Wealthy, 271 Wealthy. Down in Robbinsville," she said, "We used to study there together…" and then the poor girl broke down crying again. Leaning into Barbara's shoulder.

"Is there anything else you can think of?" Percy asked gently, "Anything, even the most irrelevant detail could prove vitally important."

Barbara thought for a second, still holding Bette's shoulder, "I did notice that her driver was different this week," she said,

"Driver?" Percy asked,

"Yeah, her family has someone drop them off from their penthouse every morning,"

Percy was nodding, "Ok, and prior to this past week, she had the same driver, every single day?" Barbara nodded,

"Do you know his name by chance?" he asked, and the pair of girls shook their heads. Sighing Percy circled some notes on his pad before. Looking up, Percy caught sight of his detective and a woman he hadn't met walk into the cafeteria, looking back at the girls Percy closed his notebook and put it away in his suit pocket. Reaching into his pants he withdrew a couple of business cards, leftover from his time in Metropolis. Scratching out the "Metropolis Police Department" at the top of the card, he flipped them over and wrote a name and number on the back.

Handing the cards to Barbara he said, "That is my personal cell. You think of anything else and you give me a call, day or night. Even if you just need to talk to someone, use it, my line is always open for you ok?" and Barbara nodded, tucking the cards into the jacket pocket of her uniform. "On the back is the number for a grief counselor, her name is Sharon MacMillian. Tell her Percy recommended you and she'll help you out with anything else you might need ok?" Seeing the pair nod, Percy stood up, "I'm very sorry for your loss ladies. But I promise you, we're going to get the person who did this, and they will see justice."

With one last sorrowful look at the mourning teenagers, Percy stepped away from the table, and passed by the woman who had come in with Montoya. The woman gently grabbed both girls by the shoulder, and after a few whispered words, escorted the pair out of the cafeteria.

"Who's that?" he asked as he approached his partner,

"School shrink" she said, "Came rushing into the classroom as I was interviewing Rushman. By the way, you have no idea who it was you were talking to, do you?" She asked, an excited shit-eating grin on her face.

Percy quirked an eyebrow, "No…" he said slowly, turning to look back in time to see Miss Gordon turn back and stare at him as she was ushered out of the cafeteria, "Should I have?" he asked,

"Nah," said Montoya, waving it off but maintaining her smarmy grin.

"Ok…" Percy drawled before shaking it off and asking, "Get anything out of the teacher?"

"Said that St. Cloud had been jumpy as hell all week. Was fidgety, could hardly concentrate in class, said that was nothing like how she normally acted. But that was pretty much it. She didn't have much for me besides what we already knew. How about you, get anything form the girls?"

Percy nodded, "Told me the same thing, that she had been nervous all week, like she was scared about something. The girls told me that she had been taking a more active role in the family business, but couldn't tell me what that meant. They also gave me the address for the Penthouse the family was staying at. And get this, prior to this week, the girl always had the same driver to and from school. Then all of a sudden, there was a new guy driving her around."

"Sounds like we need to visit the penthouse, and maybe see if we can track down this missing driver,"

"I was thinking the same thing," Percy smirked, and Montoya threw her keys at him, "You drive, I'll make some calls, see if the driver was individually hired or worked for a chauffeur company."

Chapter 3

"Are you absolutely sure about that? No, no that's fine. Do you have his address on file? Perfect, yes I'm ready for it. Uh-huh, ok, wonderful thank so much for you help I really appreciate it." Montoya ended the call and looked at Percy he pulled the cruiser up to the stop light,

"That was Ganteer's Chauffeur services, the ones the St. Cloud's had on retainer, apparently, one John Dorsett hasn't called in sick once this week. And the company swears up and down that Mr. Dorsett has been the personal driver for Silver St. Cloud since the St. Cloud's moved to Gotham."

Percy looked over briefly, then readjusted and took off down the road when the light turned green, "Sounds like we need to pay Mr. Dorsett a little visit. You get an address?"

"Yup, got a townhouse in the village, we'll head over after the penthouse." Percy just hummed in agreement.

Pulling into a parking space across from the town house the two detectives crossed the street and passed over into the Robbinsville High Rise. Crossing through the ostentatious lobby to the help desk, a pretty young woman with dark raven hair and deep almond skin greeted them in a false cheer, "Welcome to Robbinsville, looking to check in?"

The detectives showed their identification, and the smile dropped from the receptionist's face, "You're here for the St. Cloud residence?" she asked,

"Yes ma'am," Percy nodded,

"It hasn't been cleaned yet correct?"

The woman shook her head, "The service doesn't usually make it up to the penthouse before noon, but when we got your call I went ahead and cancelled the cleaning for today,"

Percy beamed at her and the woman smiled shyly at him, "That's awesome, thank you very much." The woman just brushed off the praise, her cheeks darkening slightly. Percy missed the way Montoya rolled her eyes but Percy was oblivious to it all.

"Anything I can do to help out the…brave members of our GCPD." She said, not even looking at Montoya,

Clearing her throat, Montoya tried to bring the woman's attention to her, but she was a little too distracted by her partner. Percy meanwhile, did turn to look at his partner, who just ignored him, "Can we get someone to let us into the room? Please?" She added, almost as an afterthought. The woman shook free from her daydreaming and nodded emphatically, "of course detective, one moment." Then she disappeared into a room behind the counter.

Percy turned and shot his partner a look, she glowered back at him, "What?" he asked,

"This going to be a thing with you?" she asked crossing her arms and looking at him, "Cause I gotta deal with it enough from those dipshits at the precinct, so if I have to deal with you flirting with everything with two legs and a pair of tits, I'd just like to know in advance."

Percy's expression darkened considerably, his brow furrowed and the lines of his face curved downward, "I don't know what the fuck you think just happened but it didn't. I don't make it a habit of trying to score on the job. I've got a bit more personal pride than that. And I'd thank you, for not lumping me in with those jackasses Cavallo and Wise." Leaning up against the counter, he crossed his arms, his suit jacket creasing slightly with the movement,

"Look Montoya, I know we haven't known each other very long yet, but I'd like to think that I presented myself a bit more professionally than what you're accusing me of."

Montoya just sighed, and looked away. He was right and she knew it, "You're right," she admitted, "I'm sorry. It's just, being the only female detective in the squad…" she trailed off, and Percy raised his hands in the air,

"No, no, believe me I get it. You got more to prove than anyone and I respect that. Stuck in the boys club that is the GCPD," He chuckled likely under his breath, "You remind me of Lois actually, always trying to prove herself when she had already proven that she was the best." He looked off fondly into the distance, but before Montoya could respond the door opened and the receptionist came walking back.

As he was turning around, Percy winked and whispered, "And besides, I wasn't the one staring at her ass as she walked away." And with a smirk Percy turned away from the furiously blushing, and thoroughly mortified detective.

Montoya tuned out the rest of the conversation between Percy and the receptionist, her mind instead choosing to latch onto a little nugget of information Percy had dropped during the conversation. As they were being escorted by a member of maintenance to the room, her brain had reset enough for her to ask, "Wait when you said Lois, you didn't mean Lois Lane did you?"

Percy just looked down at her, an amused expression on his face, "Well yeah. Know any other hot-headed reporters who get into too much trouble for their own good?" he asked,

Montoya's mouth worked soundlessly, as she tried to catch up with the flow of the conversation. "You cannot possibly be suggesting that slept with Lois Lane?" she blurted out before her brain could stop her mouth,

"Woah!" Percy exclaimed, "Don't go putting words in my mouth Montoya, I just compared you to her is all."

"But you do know her?" she pressed as the stepped into the elevator,

Percy shrugged, "Yeah." he said simply, like the fact that he was on a first-name basis with a Pulitzer winner was no big deal, "I worked Major Crimes in Metropolis, she worked all the big stories for The Planet. Chances were, if I was called to a scene then she would be there shortly thereafter. She interviewed me a few times; even went out for drinks with her and Jimmy, her camera guy, a few times. Pretty sure they were just trying to grill me for case notes, but still."

"I literally cannot believe what I'm hearing right now," Montoya muttered,

She was spared from having to think anymore as they arrived at the penthouse suite. The elevator opened up into a short hallway with a single door. The maintenance worker inserted a master key card into the lock and the door unlocked, pushing the door open slightly, Percy immediately reached into his shoulder holster and withdrew his pistol.

It looked as though a tornado had flown through the room. Tables, chairs, and the sofa were upended, cushions were strewn across the floor, and drawers were open, their contents thrown carelessly onto the ground. Montoya pushed into the room, first, her weapon drawn as well, and Percy followed behind her, gently shoving the hotel worker out of the way as he did so.

Montoya veered to the right, heading towards the kitchen area and Percy moved left, sweeping to clear the bedrooms. He stepped carefully, doing his best to preserve the scene as he could. Percy knew they weren't likely to find anyone still in the room, but it was better to safe than sorry in an instance like this. Moving into the first bedroom, he cleared his flank first, checking behind the door before doing another visual sweep, but coming up short.

"First bedroom clear," he said loudly,

"Kitchen clear," was the response

Moving out of the room, Percy cleared into the second bedroom, a quick perimeter sweep cleared it as well. He re-holstered his weapon and convened with Montoya in the living room. "This couldn't have happened too long ago." Percy said as he approached,

"Agreed," said Montoya, "I'd wager my salary that this happened just after the murder."

"Place this fancy has to have camera's, right?" Percy said,

"If not in the halls, then there's definitely some outside," Montoya agreed,

"You just know, place like this, the manager is going to demand a warrant," Percy added, sweeping an arm around the room for emphasis,

"Shouldn't be a problem, we've got an in, in the District Attorney's office," Montoya said, nonchalantly,

Percy just shot her a skeptical look, "I'm not exactly up to speed on the political landscape of Gotham yet, who do we got in the DA's office?"

Montoya just smirked as she headed towards the stairs, "The DA himself. Harvey Dent."

BREAK

Sure enough, the high rise's manager had demanded a warrant before he allowed Percy and Montoya to go searching through the video records of the previous night. Montoya said that it would be a sure thing and wasn't worth worrying about. Apparently, the DA was a real hardass, a cop's DA, willing to the extra mile if it meant getting a bad guy off the street. Montoya said that they'd likely have their warrant by the following morning.

The left the high rise as the forensics teams were moving in, it was likely that whatever was pulled out of the penthouse wouldn't aid in the search for their killer, but Percy was willing to be that the forensics team would be able to find something to pin the bastard to the room when Percy and Montoya found him.

So they left the high rise and were pulling up along the curb just outside the townhouse rented by John Dorsett. They had barely made it out of the car before they were accosted by an older woman and a large golden retriever,

"Excuse me, are you with health department?" she asked,

"Not exactly," said Percy, as he reached into his shirt to flash his badge, "GCPD, why, what's going on?"

"Oh, even better," the woman said, before pointing a gnarled finger at the townhouse, "I don't know what he's been doing in there, but that Dorsett is stinking up the entire neighborhood." she said bitterly, "Every morning I wake up and try to take Frederick out for his morning walk, but that place stinks so badly that he doesn't even want to leave the house!" the dog chose that moment to whine, as if in agreement with his owner's agitation.

"What kind of a smell?" Montoya asked,

"Like something's rotting in there, like an animal or something!"

Percy and Montoya shared a worried glance, "Don't worry ma'am, we'll take care of it." he said and before the woman could respond, he and Montoya took off across the street. They were barely on the steps before the smell hit them, "Holy shit," Percy said, one hand immediately reaching down to pull his undershirt over his mouth and nose while the other reached into his holster and drew his gun for the second time that day.

"I really hate that friggin smell," Montoya agreed, "But I'm pretty damn sure that qualifies as probable cause for a search," she said, her voice muffled by her own shirt. Percy grunted in agreement, before leaning back, and kicking the door in. He was a little overzealous and damn near knocked the door off its hinges, and it slammed loudly into the wall in the entrance way.

Ignoring it for the time being, Percy took point, shouting, "GCPD, Mister Dorsett, are you in here?" There was no response. So they trekked deeper into the home. Walking passed the stairs leading to the second floor, the pair moved into the kitchen, but nothing was amiss. It looked as though it hadn't been used in some time, but apart from that, there was nothing overly suspicious. The same could be said about the living room. Turning around, Percy led point back down, Percy moved slowly and deliberately down the hall and up the stairs. The smell on the second floor was almost unbearable.

Powering through it by holding his breath, Percy approached the door to the master bedroom. It was slightly ajar, and he could hear a buzzing sound from beneath the boards of the door. Glancing at his partner, who nodded at him, Percy pushed the door open and nearly gagged on the spot, as the smell of rank and rot, permeated his sinuses.

The room was remarkably untouched. The bed was made, the television was off, and nothing was out of place. Save for the dead body on the floor. The body with three bullet holes in it, two in the back, and one in the back of the head.

Small caliber.

A second victim.

BREAK

They had to pull the forensics unit from the penthouse and bring them over to the townhouse, leaving only patrol units back over at the penthouse. Percy and Montoya had spent the better half of the afternoon conducting interviews with the members of the community, but nobody could recall seeing or hearing anything suspicious in the last week from the Dorsett house. That was, until Montoya interviewed Stanley Winters.

Montoya learned that at roughly one in the morning last week, Winter's had been coming home from an overseas trip to London. His plane had landed late and had just been pulling into the driveway when he saw the car. He had thought it was suspicious, everyone in the village knew of everyone else's business, being so close together and all, and he thought it odd that Dorsett would be taking his company car out so late.

But he had been too tired from the travel to think anything of it. A quick look into the parking garage was enough to confirm the story; John Dorsett's car was missing. While Montoya was going over a search report with a few patrol officers, Percy put in a call for an APB on the large, black, utility vehicle. He also called the chauffeur company, in the hopes that they had a LoJack installed.

Unfortunately for the detectives, Ganteer's Chauffeuring required employees to supply their own vehicles and Dorsett did not have a LoJack installed. Knowing there would be little else for them to do until the forensics lab came back with something for them, and with it being nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, Percy and Montoya left the scene in the hopes of getting some of their paper work finished.

Percy had watched a lot of Law and Order as a kid. It had been exciting and fun and gross, all things that growing young boys loved in their television. Unfortunately, as Percy found out after graduating the academy, his favorite show as a child had not prepared him for the amount of paperwork required and the number of reports that needed to be written up. After literally anything he did, Percy needed to fill out a detailed report, explaining exactly what happened, who was there, what was done and by whom.

He understood why, detailed case files and reports ensured that policy was followed properly and it ensured to the government that Percy was actually doing what he was being payed to do. It was boring as hell though and he hated it. It didn't help that he usually got distracted halfway through and lost interest. He had a prescription to help but he hated taking the medicine, it dulled his senses far too much for him to like, and for someone like Percy, dulled senses usually led to death. Either by the person he was investigating or something…else.

Unfortunately for Percy, or fortunately depending on the perspective, he didn't even get a chance to start the looming mountain of paperwork he needed to get done. The second he and Montoya stepped into the bullpen, the door to the lieutenant's office was swing open. "Jackson," roared lieutenant Davis Winston, a man in his early forties, with thinning gray hair and wrinkles. "Get in here, now!"

"The hell did I do?" Percy muttered as he changed his direction from his desk to the precinct commander's office.

Montoya shrugged, "I have no idea," she murmured back, as she watched the lieutenant warily. Winston was on the long list of commanding personnel in the GCPD who were suspected of being on the take. Winston and his family had long historic ties to the Falcone crime family, and while Winston himself seemingly had no record with the mob, Commissioner Gordon had him marked as a suspect. Not that Percy knew that. Nor did he know that damn near half the precinct was currently being investigated by Internal Affairs for supposedly being on the Falcone payroll.

Moving into the office, lieutenant Winston glaring at him the whole way, the door was slammed behind him. However, Percy and Winston were not alone in the office. Facing the lieutenant's desk was an older man, with deep brown hair and bushy mustache. His hands were in his pockets, pushing back the folds of the tan trench-coat across his shoulders, as he read an open file on the desk.

"Detective Jackson-" the lieutenant was cut off by the man at the desk,

"Give us the room, lieutenant," said the man,

"Sir?" he asked confused, but the man just stared at him. Gulping, he just nodded reluctantly and left the room, leaving Percy alone with the unknown.

For a moment, the stranger just stared at Percy, his gray eyes gauging Percy behind his thick rimmed glasses. After an uncomfortable amount of time passed, with seemingly neither party willing to give in to the little power play they were having, apparently the bespectacled man had enough.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked, his voice was gruff, and authoritative.

"No sir, I do not." Percy replied,

"Commissioner James Gordon," He said, by way of introduction, and Percy balked at that. He supposed that he should have known or at least recognized the man who was ultimately his boss, however Percy had been in a bit of a daze during his transfer, and having never met the man, had never actually done any research into his new commanding officer. It had been a mistake on Percy's part, but he had been grieving and more than a little lost. Desperate to get out of the bad situation in Metropolis and had just jumped at the opportunity presented to him by Commissioner Corporon without a second thought.

"Pleasure to meet you sir," Percy said, extending a hand out to the Commissioner, but the man just continued to stare at him.

"You know why I'm here, son?" Gordon asked,

Retracting his hand Percy shook his head, "Um, no sir, no I do not."

The man nodded, as though that was what he was suspecting, "I figured as much," he said, "This morning, you interviewed a pair of students at Gotham Academy?" he asked, though Percy felt it was more of a statement,

"Yes sir," he nodded, "A miss Bette Kane and Barbara…Gordon…Oh shit,"

The commissioner had the nerve to smirk at him, "Eloquently put detective," he said, before he leaned forward over the desk, resting his hands on the mahogany top, "Imagine my surprise when, just a few hours ago, I get a phone call from my daughter's school. They tell me that not only has one of my daughter's friends been murdered, but that a pair of detectives, MY detectives," he stressed, "Had been interviewing not only members of the staff, not just students, but my own daughter."

His eyes narrowed into slits, "Mind explaining to me why the hell you were interrogating my daughter?" he growled.

Now Percy had been chewed out before, especially during his time in the service and even worse so when he was in the Legion. He was a bit of a smartass so it came with the territory. So, this was not the first time he had been faced with a supremely pissed off C.O. That being said, given the individuals, divine and otherwise, that Percy had managed to piss off over the years, he just could not bring himself to be all that intimidated by the Commissioner's glare. And so, he projected that front in his own posture, he remained relaxed, and calm.

After all, he hadn't done anything incorrectly, and the girl wasn't a suspect, she had freely volunteered to answer his questions. Hell, because it wasn't a formal interview, he wasn't even required to ensure she had legal supervision. So, Percy knew that he had no done anything wrong, and that this was the effort of a man concerned for the well-being and safety of his daughter. Percy could respect that, even if it was annoying as all hell.

With that in mind, he straightened his back and turned on what his boys in the teams called his, "leader-face," which was essentially just an icy cold glare. He wasn't one to be intimidated, even by his own boss. "With all due respect sir, it was not an interrogation. During the course of our investigation, we were led to believe that the victim attended Gotham Academy. We followed the process which led me to the two best-friends known to our victim. I simply did what we are trained to do, I inquired about the relationship they had to our victim. I also attempted to determine if they had any knowledge which could have proven useful to our investigation. It was not an interrogation. Neither Miss Gordon or Miss Kane are suspects. If you have a problem with how I handled things than please, let's not beat around the bush and play pretend."

Gordon just stared at him for a minute, his eyes narrowed behind his glasses. Finally, his scowl turned into a smirk, and he began to chuckle. A deep, rumbling sound, like the motor of a vintage car. "You got spunk kid. Better yet, you're not easily intimidated, that's good, lord knows we need more of that around here." he said, stepping out from behind his desk to approach Percy.

This time, he was the one to initiate the handshake, to which Percy did accept. "Sorry for the third-degree son, but where my little girl is concerned, I tend to lose my judgement. Just wanted to make sure she was telling the truth about you," he said, releasing Percy's firm grip.

"Sir?" Percy asked,

"I called her, just after I got off with the school. She had nothing but good things to say about the, quote: "cute, new detective," told me he was nothing but professional, courteous, and sympathetic. That he even gave her and Miss Kane his personal number to call for help, and the number of a VERY well accredited grief counselor in Metropolis." he added, with an eyebrow raise, as though asking a question.

"I helped her with a missing person's case when I was still on the beat," Percy answered the unasked question.

Gordon nodded, "However, I need you to understand something here," he said, the stern look coming back over his hard features, "The St. Clouds are a very influential family, almost as active in the community as Wayne is. That their kid was murdered in an alleyway is going to be big news. I've been on and off the phone with the mayor all damn day about this." he grumbled, shoving his hands back into his pockets, "This case is taking a priority until it's solved, you and Montoya are not to take on any new cases until you have this thing wrapped up in a pretty pink ribbon for us."

Percy nodded, though he wasn't exactly happy about it. Not to disparage the dead, but it seemed wrong for him and Montoya to ignore any other potential cases to work this one, just because the girl's family was politically powerful. It wasn't something he hadn't had to deal with before, but it still couldn't stop Percy from hating the situation. Money made things move, and in a town like Gotham, that was doubly true.

Gordon clearly saw Percy's grimace and sighed in understanding, "Look son, I get it, believe me I do. Wasn't that long ago that I was in your shoes. I don't like this any more than you do but you know how these things go and to Mayor Hill, reputation is everything." He looked down for a second before meeting Percy's eyes again, "So I need to know where you are so far with the case,"

Percy nodded, before he proceeded to fill the commissioner in on what had been happening so far with the investigation, when he was done with his oral report Gordon was silent. "Alright, I'll check with the forensics lab, in person, and put a press on them to get your case to the front of the line. You should have what you need in the morning. I'll also give Dent a call, see if he can help expedite a warrant on the hotel, that shouldn't be a problem but a little pressure on the right judge will go a long way towards making all of this happen a little faster. In the meantime, I want you and Renee to focus on finding that car, and figuring out who the hell was driving that little girl around for the last week."

Percy nodded, "I'll check back in with the chauffeur company, see if they had any kind of records on where they were going on a daily basis, and I'll see if anyone at the hotel saw anything."

Gordon nodded appreciatively, "Do that, any luck on getting in touch with the parents?"

Percy shook his head, "Not yet, I was going to try again, with the time change, it should be about mid-day over there and hopefully I might be able to get ahold of one of them. I left about seven messages this morning."

Gordon hummed in thought, "You let them know it was about their daughter?"

Percy nodded, "Yessir, at this point it feels like they're deliberately dodging my calls."

Gordon quirked a brow, "Think they had something to do with it?" he asked,

Percy shrugged, "I try not to apply motive or speculation to something until I have all of the facts."

Gordon grunted in agreement, "Good man, you start applying theories to the crime and you begin to try warping and twisting the narrative to fit your theory." Gordon was quiet for a few seconds before he nodded at the door, "All right detective, that'll be everything for now. But I want updates on all of this, progress reports once a day until we find the son of a bitch that did this."

Percy nodded in agreement, "All right Jackson, you're dismissed, and send Renee in after ya, I need to have a word with her too."

"Pleasure to meet you sir," Percy said as he opened the door to the office and stepped back out into the bullpen. He caught sight of the lieutenant, staring at him from his place perched against Cavallo's cubicle, but Percy ignored him. Walking back over to his own station, he sat down, tapping his partner on the shoulder,

"You still employed?" Montoya asked, not looking up from her work,

Percy just glared jokingly at her, "Yes, I am." he said, "Thanks for the heads up about Gordon's kid by the way, good looking out." she just looked up and smirked at him. Percy rolled his eye before jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the office, "Your turn," he said, and Montoya looked at him confused, before glancing around Percy at the office.

"What about?" she asked warily and Percy shrugged, "Not sure, probably just wants to talk over the case with you."

She just shot him a look before getting up from her station and making her way to the office, not willing to not have the last comment, Percy said back to her, "Or maybe he wants to grill you over your lack of partner loyalty." He grinned cheekily when she flipped him off in response. Taking his sport coat off, he flung it over the back of chair and rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up, pulling the stack of paperwork closer to him.

It was going to be a long night.