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Edward looked up from his newspaper, where he had been filling in the crosswords with a degree of focus that some would find intimidating, and caught sight of Harvey Bullock standing reluctantly in the doorway of his office.
"Oh good morning, detective!" Ed greeted with a small wave of his pen and a brief adjustment of his glasses.
"Morning, Nygma." Harvey replied. "You got that blood work I asked for?"
"Most certainly." Ed said as he stood up and pushed his chair underneath his desk. "Just let me have a look."
Harvey sighed in irritation and placed a hand in one of his coat pockets. “Be quick about it, don’t want Saint Jim getting cranky.”
Edward flailed a little, as he was known to do and began to hastily look around his office. On the walls newspaper clippings were pinned and old case files were spread across the floor, he had information on nearly everything and his filling system was one only he could navigate.
"Ah!" Edward exclaimed. "Here it is, Arron-Keller case, I believe?" He paused and outstretched his hand to give the other man a folded piece of paper. "Interesting fact about that, it was the lack of white blood cells that-"
"I really don’t have time to chat." Harvey interrupted. "But fuck yes, your blood work can actually put that wife beating scumbag away, I’m so goddamn pleased right now I could kiss you."
Before Ed could think of an intelligent retort or a pleased ‘your welcome’ Jim called Harvey’s name from across the hall. Harvey gave Ed a quick pat on his left shoulder before rushing out of the room to converse with his partner.
Now alone in his office Ed simply stammered and blushed silently, a part of him wondering what exactly kissing Harvey Bullock would be like.
"A riddle unto itself." He theorized internally as he rubbed sentimentally at his own shoulder, the one that had briefly felt the other man’s touch.