Jim had withdrawn into himself more than ever following Lee's departure from the city, though he claimed to be on the mending path. The tumult within the GCPD had weighed heavily on him, with Harvey's incessant demands leaving him with little respite. Despite his reluctance to acknowledge it, there were moments when the chaos managed to uplift his spirits. And then there was you, the newcomer who had joined as the healer a few months prior.

Jim found solace in your presence, appreciating the ease with which he could converse with you, especially when you weren't reproachful of his neglect of injuries. "I'm headin' to the crime scene near Blackgate, you comin'?" Harvey's inquiry was met with a solemn shake of Jim's head, "No, I'll stick around, got these papers to wrap up," Harvey shrugged in response and departed.

Jim settled at his desk with a weary sigh, sifting through the files with a heavy heart. Word had it that you were at the consultation room, tending to an injured officer an hour prior, a task he assumed you had likely completed by now.