Author's Note: The hiatus is getting to me and with a little bit more than a month to go until the Canadian premier I thought I'd publish this story. I've been working on for a while. I plan on updating it at least twice a week if not more. Maybe I can finish it before the premier, maybe not. Regardless I wanted to get this out there and see what you all think, good or bad. Please let me know.

So the following is what would happen if I wrote for Rookie Blue in Season 6. Obviously, I don't; so I don't own RB or it's characters, make no money etc. A shout out to the fabulous bailchab who has been my beta for this. That being said, all mistakes are mine. Don't blame Bailey. Lord knows I would if I could. :D

Holly's hair framed her face as she held herself on her hands over Gail. Holly smirked. Of course she smirked. Gail was so turned on there was no way it wasn't all over her face. She lowered her head and began to slowly kiss her way down Gail's naked body. Gail was completely naked and had no memory of how she came to be that way. Holly took a nipple in her mouth and then withdrew. Gail cried out, "Holly! Don't tease me!" Holly smirked again and began kissing down Gail's stomach. "Holly, Holly, come back up here. I need to see you" she practically begged. Gail needed the connection with her. Holly was strangely silent. Holly was never silent. Gail tried to pull her back up to reestablish their connection. Holly just continued her descent. Her mouth was hot and wet and when she reached the juncture of Gail's legs she looked up, her face unreadable except for desire. Gail felt herself get wet and then her bedside alarm started going off. She thought, "Why is my alarm going off? What do I have to do today?"

Gail reached over and turned it off. Her eyes still closed. She opened them tentatively. Sunlight filtered into her bedroom window past the blinds. She looked down the bed and saw she was tangled in the sheets fully clothed. No Holly. She had had The Dream again.

Holly's been gone from Toronto for a year and a half. She's been having The Dream since the night Holly left. The frequency had declined from every night to about once a month. So today was going to be the lucky day. She threw her arm over her eyes and groaned "Awesome." She untangled herself from the sheets and put her feet on the floor, her head in her hands. The Dream always left her with a shaky, unsure feeling, and completely and utterly aroused. You'd think that it would offer some relief, but it never did. She hoped that there wouldn't be a new case today. She had made detective nine months ago, and with no personal life to speak of, had the highest closure rate in Toronto. Her mother was satisfied with her, and that was as good as it had ever been.

She had her own apartment. It was a simple two bedroom in a nice neighborhood. The décor was tastefully done and looked like a grown-up lived there. The walls were a color that Traci told her was eggshell. Except her bedroom. She had painted her bedroom red. She wasn't sure why. It didn't calm her down, or cheer her up, but it reminded her somehow of being alive and that was what she was trying desperately just to be. Alive. Moving forward. At least, that's what she was trying to do anyway.

She had gotten the apartment with the hope of adopting Sophie, knowing it was a long shot, but it still stung when she was eliminated. The upside was that Sophie was happy with a family that had other adopted children. She had an older sister and a younger brother now. Gail got to visit when she could, and even took Sophie's siblings out with them so that she could get to know them too. Sophie and Gail still had a connection but Gail thought that Sophie was better off without her. To Gail, it seemed that everyone was better off without her.

Gail had just gotten back from an undercover assignment yesterday. Luckily, the dream only came twice while she was undercover for three months. As part of her cover, she had dyed her hair dark brown. Honestly, it was closer to her natural color. Ever since cutting her hair in Holly's bathroom, she'd kept her hair short. She hadn't had it cut though in over two months. Now it was a little longer than it was when she got out of the academy. It made her eyes look like they were bluer than the blonde ever did.

She had not heard from Holly since her bosses in San Francisco had given her a promotion; she was a super-nerd superstar. Gail thought she had said all the right things, but was so heartbroken that Holly wouldn't be coming back, that she's not sure what she said. She thought she managed to get off the phone without her voice breaking. She knew that when she hung up she cried herself to sleep. That was six months ago. Gail had left a couple of voice mails and sent a few text messages but Holly had not responded. Gail let her go.

Gail threw the sheet off her lap and stood, stretching her arms over her head. Then she walked into the bathroom to begin getting ready. As the water beat down on her in the shower, she tried to recall the details of the dream to see if it varied from the ones before it. She showered in the hottest water she could stand as if it could cleanse the memory from her. Wash it away. At the end, she turned the water to cold so that she wouldn't walk around half the morning looking like a lobster.

After her shower, she checked her cell phone. She had missed a voicemail from Squalls. She listened to it. "Detective Peck, you wanted to know if your favorite prisoner ever received any visitors. I have some information for you. I'm working for that bonus you promised me."

She called him back immediately. "Squalls"

"Detective" he drawled.

"So, you said you had something."

"You said you'd make it worth my while…"

"Yeah, yeah. What is it?"

"There was a request just this morning to move Perik to Toronto so that he can be interviewed."

"For what?"

"Not sure."

"So when is the transfer happening?"

"Today, in about an hour."

"Where to?"

"The East"

"Not the West Detention Centre?"

"Nope."

"Okay. Anything else you can tell me?

"Nah. So…my bonus?"

"Yeah. I'll transfer a payment to you as soon as we get off the phone."

"Thanks, Detective."

Gail hung up the phone and called the second to last person on earth she wanted to talk to. "Dad, I need some information about a prisoner being transferred to The East Detention Centre. Who do I need to call?" A beat then, "No sir. Nothing important, just following a lead." Another pause, "Thanks, Dad. I'll see you and Mother on Sunday for dinner and you can hear all about the UC op. I got to deck a hit man. Yes, sir. Thank you."

It was all Gail could do not to throw her cell phone across the room. Ross Perik was a disgraced doctor-turned-cab driver that had murdered several women and had kidnapped and drugged her not knowing she was a police officer. When Jerry Barber came to interview him, Perik stabbed Jerry to death and dragged Gail out of his house and stuffed her into the trunk of his cab. She was saved because beautiful, brave, Jerry sacrificed himself to save her. He slipped the phone he could have used to call for help in Perik's pocket so that they could use the GPS to locate and save her.

There was another case where Perik had demanded to speak to Gail because a copycat had abducted a girl in a cab. Gail had done her duty and saved the girl. It cost her though. Gail made a vow then, that for Jerry, for Traci, and by God, for her, that Perik wouldn't see the light of day again. She had bribed a guard at the prison where Perik was. Squalls wasn't honest, he wasn't bright, but he was greedy, and that she could work with.

She dressed quickly and efficiently. Growing up Peck will help you with that. She put on her jeans, black combat boots, black sweater, and black leather jacket. Her one nod to decorum was that she now laced up her boots when she was on duty.

She called Oliver and told him that she needed to take care of something this morning and might not be in until after lunch. Oliver seemed okay with that. In fact, he seemed a bit distracted which was probably best. Then she called Traci and said virtually the same thing to her voicemail. Now that she was a detective, she was partnered with Traci most of the time, which was alright with Gail because Traci was the least annoying of her former academy classmates.

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After parking and getting her visitor pass Gail made her way to the assistant warden who was an old friend of her father's. Inside his office she broached the subject even though she knew that it will get back to her father.

"Thank you Mr. Isaacs. I really appreciate you agreeing to see me on such short notice" Gail said as she extended her hand, looked him in the eye, and shook his hand firmly, just like her dad taught her. Isaacs was a middle aged man with glasses, a paunch, a comb over, and a stain on an older short-sleeved, button-down shirt. He sat down at his desk and gestured for her to sit in the visitor's chair that had seen better days.

"Not at all. I've found that when a Peck calls you that it's just best if you go along for the ride. So what can I do for you?" He asked pushing up his glasses.

"Ross Perik is scheduled to be moved here this morning. I need to know why" Gail said without preamble.

"Oh, I see. That's a need to know thing. I was specifically asked not to…"

"Mr. Isaacs, you most likely know that he abducted me and killed one of my colleagues. I'm 'invested' in what goes on with him, let's say. And as you said, I'm a Peck; I'll find out one way or another. So let's make this easy all the way around and you just tell me what I need to know."

"Well, I don't…"

"Mr. Isaacs, I need to know. The last time he was transferred they called me in to talk to him. I need to know what I might be dealing with."

"Right. Well, from what I understand there have been copycat killings in the U.S. They want to interview him. He's refused to speak to anyone but the forensic pathologist who's investigating the murders. Said it was a doctor's prerogative to speak to another doctor. They moved him here to make it easier to interview him since she's flown in from the States."

Gail had a horrible feeling. "What's the doctor's name?"

"Stewart. Dr. Holly Stewart. I think she used to work in Toronto. This is some sort of joint investigation between the FBI, San Francisco PD, and Toronto PD, since you guys captured Perik the first time."

Gail felt all the color drain from her face. Her ears started ringing. She lost the rest of what he was saying. Something about joint taskforce and number of victims. She'd get all that later. She was sure if she hadn't been sitting down that her legs would have come out from under her. He's not getting Holly. He's not allowed to touch Holly.

"I need to know where the interview is happening."

"I'll take you."

"That won't be necessary. Just tell me. I'm sure I'll be able to find it." Gail stood on legs that weren't quite steady, but she didn't falter.

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Gail rounded the corner to the hallway outside the private visitation room and spotted Luke Callahan in jeans and a blue button down shirt that almost matched his eyes. He looked at her and then rolled those eyes to the ceiling and sighed.

"Luke, Luke, Luke, you never call, you never write" she said as she approached.

"Now, Peck, I can explain this." He held his hands up. "How did you find out about this anyway?"

"Peck" Gail answered, gesturing vaguely to her chest with her thumb as if that explained it.

"Right."

"So…say words now."

"Why don't you start?"

"Okay. I know that my favorite psycho is about to talk to my ex-girlfriend about copycat murders in the States. My question is, doesn't this sound familiar to you? Why on earth does this seem like a good idea?"

"Well-informed as always, I see. Listen, I know what you're thinking and we're not even sure that Perik knows who she is to you."

"You'll forgive me if I think that's bullshit. He's obsessed with me and really, who could blame him, but I will not have him talking to her. So I just need to speak with her and talk her out of this. Where is she?"

"I can't let you do this, Peck." Luke moved to stand in front of her.

"I don't think 'let' is the word I would use. You really don't have a choice," Gail said as she tried to move past him.

"Gail, she agreed to this on one condition. That she didn't see you. That you couldn't know she was here" he said as he held her shoulders. "I'm sorry. She doesn't want to see you."