TITLE: Imprisoned Hearts
AUTHOR: oneanddonekindofgirl (plusxonexforever on tumblr)
PAIRING: Gail/Holly
RATING: K+ (will prob change to M in the future)
SUMMARY: Inspired by a certain set of jail cell photos that may or may not be related to actual filming of Rookie Blue. In this fic, they are related. This is my take on how they could end up locked in there together. A post-5x07 reconciliation fic.
DISCLAIMER: The only thing I own is the laptop used to write about these borrowed characters. For entertainment purposes only; not for profit.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: So, this happened and I really don't have anything to say other than I hope you enjoy it. :)
Gail really didn't want to be at work. She was hungover and had a massive headache—the kind you only get from the combination of drinking too much and crying yourself to sleep. She was surprised she managed to stand on her own two feet.
She closed the metal door of her locker, making sure not to slam it in the process. She tossed back two extra strength Tylenol, swallowing them dry as she made her way towards the parade room. She was already dreading this day, but she was a cop. She had a job to do. Maybe she'd luck out and be on desk today.
After seeing Holly the day before, after pouring her heart out in a very un-Gail-like way (she'd been so proud of herself in the moment for her little speech), after Holly had just turned and walked away… Gail had gone straight home and grabbed the first bottle of alcohol she could find—a half-empty bottle of bourbon—and changed into her oldest, comfiest pair of sweatpants and a ratty old Academy t-shirt. She'd picked up the oversized cardigan she'd stolen from Holly after their first night together, held it up to her nose, and inhaled. Then she'd burst out in tears because it no longer smelled like Holly.
She'd eventually managed to get to sleep around two in the morning, but not after downing enough of the bourbon to cause her current hangover and lying there in bed with images of Holly with another, faceless woman.
Goddammit why had she let her pride keep her away for so long?!
Gail glanced at the assignments board as she entered the room, heart immediately sinking as she noted her name alongside Chloe's for unit 1519. Not only was she expecting to be out on patrol again, but she had to endure Chloe's overly-peppy personality. Of all the days…
"Peck!" a sudden, loud voice rang from her left. She jumped and turned to see Oliver beckoning her towards him at the door. She shuffled over and lifted an eyebrow. "Rough night?" Oliver asked, concerned. He could easily make out the dark circles under her eyes, despite her attempt at hiding them with ample amounts of concealer.
Gail just shrugged, cringing when the motion made her head pound.
Oliver hummed. "Tell you what, Izzy is still suspended and needs someone to watch over her again today."
Gail's eyebrows shot up. "You want me to babysit your delinquent teenage daughter after I lost her yesterday?"
"She likes you," Oliver responded. "And I don't think you'll have a problem with her today. We came to an understanding this morning. And you look like you could use a day riding desk."
While Gail would normally scoff at babysitting the girl, as she had the day before, she welcomed the task today. "I won't let her leave my side today."
"I know. Zoe will be dropping her off on her way to work in about fifteen minutes." Oliver made his way to the front of the room to start parade and Gail took a seat in the very back, rubbing her temples. She just hoped a day babysitting Izzy would be better than a day spent babysitting Chloe.
After assignments were handed out—Chloe now assigned to booking—and they were dismissed, Gail made her way to her desk, bag of cheese puffs and mug of chamomile tea—which happened to be her breakfast—already in hand. She stopped short when she noticed a blonde head sitting in her chair. "How'd you get in here?" Gail asked the teenaged girl, making a motion for her to get out of the chair.
Izzy looked up at Gail but didn't move. "My dad is the Staff Sergeant," she said by way of explanation.
"Right. Out of my chair," Gail said. Izzy reluctantly stood and flopped into the other chair beside the desk. "By the way," Gail said as she sat down, "I almost didn't recognize you without the blue hair."
Izzy grinned. "It was fun while it lasted, but blondes have more fun, right?"
Gail gave her a half-hearted smile and nod before turning her attention to her computer. She could feel Izzy's eyes boring holes into her, but she ignored her as she started on her assignment for the day—sifting through several hours' worth of surveillance video in attempt to ID a suspect.
Izzy moped. "I'm bored," she whined.
Gail spared her a quick glance. "You've been here all of two minutes. Don't you have any homework you can work on or something?"
The girl shrugged. "I finished it all last night." She reached out grabbed Gail's phone sitting on the desk, clicking the button to light up the lock screen. Gail reached out and snatched her phone back.
"Hands off, delinquent Shaw," Gail said. "Don't you have your own phone to mess around with?"
Izzy shook her head. "Mom zombie took it away."
Gail huffed out a laugh. "Well, you're not getting my phone, so find something else to occupy your time." She refocused on the computer screen.
Several minutes had passed without another word from the girl, but then she suddenly spoke up. "I'm sorry I kicked you."
Gail looked at her in confusion. "Huh?"
"At the party raid in that old warehouse last year. That was you I kicked wasn't it? Your hair was longer then, though. I like it short. I never said sorry for kicking you."
Gail paused the video and leaned back in her chair. "Yeah, well, I know what it's like to have cops for parents."
"Your parents are cops?"
Gail nodded. "Your dad's boss' bosses, actually. So, I get it. Just, don't ever kick me again."
Izzy nodded. "No sweat," she said, slouching down in her chair. "Can I ask you something?"
Gail narrowed her eyes at the girl. "Depends."
"That woman yesterday at the morgue—"
"Nope," Gail cut her off. "I'm not talking about that. Pick a different topic."
"Ah, come on, I just wanna know if you were able to work things out because you're both super hot and—"
"Izzy, seriously, stop talking," Gail interjected, equal parts annoyed and amused. Well, maybe a bit more annoyed, but the girl had spunk.
"Guess not," Izzy muttered under her breath, but Gail heard her.
"Here," Gail said, grabbing a notebook and pencil from her desk drawer and placing it on the table in front of Izzy. "You're artistic, right? Draw or write or do whatever you artsy people do."
Nearly an hour later, Gail had stumbled upon a lead that she took to Traci, dragging Izzy behind her as she'd promised Oliver. No way was she escaping this time.
Izzy leaned back against the wall as the two women spoke about a lead, bored again. She really should have brought something to do, but she hadn't planned on her mom taking her phone and iPad while in the car on the way over. She silently fumed. What was she supposed to do all day, anyway?
Izzy noticed the blonde cop slide her phone into her pocket, and she grinned. As it turned out, she was an excellent pickpocket. She had the iPhone within minutes.
Let's see what kind of games are on this thing, Izzy thought to herself as she angled herself away from Officer Peck so she wouldn't see that she had the phone in her hand. The lock screen popped up, needing the four digit passcode. Izzy frowned. She hadn't thought about that. She glanced at the woman over her should, then grinned. She typed '8727' into the device, a smug look on her face when the phone unlocked. Jackpot.
Seriously? The only games she had were solitaire, Sudoku, and Flappy Bird? And no luck in the app store. '8727' was not her iTunes password.
As she went to lock the phone to give up, her thumb accidentally hit the contacts app and the screen popped up. Lo and behold, the contact info for a 'Holly Stewart' filled the screen, the contact photo confirming that it was the same woman from the morgue the previous day.
Without letting Officer Peck see what she was doing, she quickly wrote down the cell number listed onto a piece of paper, then stuffed it into her jeans pocket. She exited the contacts app and relocked the phone, casually sliding it onto the table without the blonde even noticing. She was already formulating a plan.
"I need to pee," Izzy said, turning to fully face Officer Peck.
Gail glanced at Izzy, in the middle of an important task. "If I let you go to the bathroom by yourself, are you gonna run out on me again?"
Izzy shook her head. "Pinkie swear." And she wouldn't. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to make a little detour.
Gail waved her off and Izzy made her way towards the bathrooms, glancing over her shoulder to ensure that no one was watching her as she changed her course, heading straight towards booking. She'd been to 15 so many times over the years that she had no trouble navigating the halls. She even timed it perfectly to catch the door just before it closed and self-locked, requiring a keycard to enter the area.
"Hey, Officer Price," Izzy said as she strode into the room, noting that it seemed to be a rather quiet day. No one occupied any of the cells. Perfect.
Chloe looked up from the computer, puzzled when she saw Oliver's daughter. "Izzy Shaw, what are you doing in here?" she asked.
Izzy shrugged. "Just wondering if you wanted to help me with something."
Chloe stood, intending to escort the girl back to Gail's desk. "You shouldn't be back here."
Izzy stepped around her, moving further into the room. "But, wiat, listen, this will be great. I saw Officer Peck and that doctor lady yesterday and they totes have the hots for one another but are both too stubborn to get over whatever it is that's keeping them apart."
Chloe shook her head. "It's really none of your business, Izzy."
Izzy shrugged and boosted herself onto the table, legs swinging back and forth. "But I'm bored and I'm a romantic at heart. You are too. I know you are. All we have to do is get them in the same room to talk things out."
Chloe bit her lip. She did hate not seeing Gail with Holly. If only for the reason that Holly seemed to make Gail less… harsh. But she still didn't feel right interfering. "My romantic side doesn't matter. Besides, what are we gonna do? Lock them in a cell until they reconcile?"
Izzy grinned and bounced her eyebrows up and down. "Exactly."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much for reading! I've already started on chapter 2 and I hope to have it done and posted soon! PLEASE let me know what you think about this! And I'm always open to ideas and constructive criticism. Thanks! ~Lauren