Notes: This is my first shot at some Rookie Blue/Gail & Holly Fan Fic. I've been writing for years in my primary universe but I really love this pairing.
Note 2: I don't know how phone #s in Canada are formatted so I'm using US formatting. Let's just let that go, ok?
Note 3: I don't own anything including Rookie Blue, Gail, Holly, or ABC. I am not making any money off this.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK. "Dov, get up. I need you. I need your help!" Gail Peck continued pounding on the door and shouting until her roommate staggered over and opened the door to his bedroom. He had learned long ago to lock his door at night lest he find a drunk or hungover Gail Peck standing at the end of his bed (or occasionally on his bed) screaming about the condition of the bathroom, the lack of coffee, or some other slight he had committed in his sleep or shortly before.
"Quieter. Please, Gail." Dov whispered as if it would counteract the blonde's shouting and impatience as she continued pounding on his now open door. "Why are you awake at... 5:46? And how don't you have a hangover? You drank more than I did last night."
Gail huffed in impatience. "I waited until a reasonable hour to wake you. And here. Because I like you and value your eyes, I made coffee." She shoved a cup of coffee into his hand and would have lifted it to his lips if he hadn't taken a quick step backwards and a sip.
"Gail Peck. You know that 5:46 is not a reasonable hour. So what's the big emergency?" Dov braced himself for bad news and was surprised when Gail almost sheepishly held out a battered bar napkin.
"Do you think this is a 6 or an 8?"
Dov took the pathetic looking piece of paper from his roommate and slumped onto the bed. "Who is Haley?"
"You think it's Haley? Shit. I thought Hillary or maybe Hadley?" Gail abruptly left the room and came back with her own cup of coffee. "Ok, did you figure it out?"
"Hedy? Hildy? Maybe it says Happy... like, 'here's a number. Are you happy now?' Oh! Maybe H is the first initial and her last name is Oldy or something."
Gail put her head in her hands. "Just tell me what you think the 3rd, 4th, and last numbers are because I've already sent like 20 texts and ..."
Dov's head shot up. "Wait! You texted 20 random people between 12:30 last night and 5:46 this morning?"
The blonde pointed at the napkin. "Dov!"
Dov smiled and laughed a little. "What do we say when we want help?"
"Uh... I'm going to kill you if you can't read those numbers?"
"Close but it sounds more like ... a word starting with p and then something about lunch..."
"Dov..." Gail's voice sounded like a warning of violence but the other cop just smirked at her. "Ok. Dov please help me figure out this phone number and I will buy your lunch?" When he continued looking at her she finished, "all week."
"See, that wasn't hard was it?" Dov was taking way too much pleasure in the morning in spite of his hangover. "Ok. Now this one is a six. Or wait maybe it's a two. Ok definitely a six or two or 8. Or zero."
Gail hung her head in her hands. "I tried those."
"Hand me that notebook and pen and let's figure out all the combinations." Dov pointed at his dresser. "And in the meantime why don't you tell me who Haley is."
Gail grabbed the notebook and pen and ran her fingers through her hair roughly. "I don't know! If I knew who she was I would call her. I would... I would call her and ask her for coffee or a drink or five drinks." She trailed off. "Do you really think it's Haley?"
"Ok... well first off, since when do you want to ask someone named Hadley or Hillary or Haley out for drinks and second I narrowed it down to the basically 4 choices for those numbers so you have like 1000 options." Dov handed over the napkin and notebook. "And it's possible that she just gave you a fake phone number because she didn't want you to call."
"Why would she do that?"
"You do that!" Dov stood up and drained his coffee. "Girls do that including you. You did that last week to that guy at the hot dog stand."
"Oh. Well he was a ... wait are you saying that HadleyHaleyHeddyHortense intentionally gave me a wrong number?" Gail paced around waving the napkin and the page of paper she had torn from the notebook as she did.
Dov shrugged. "Or maybe she just has terrible handwriting. Public school isn't what it used to be you know. They hardly focus on penmanship any more and classes are overcrowded."
The blonde scowled at him as he laughed and left the room slamming the door behind her. "I'm leaving in 30 minutes if you want a ride!" she shouted as she walked through the apartment.
3 months, 11 days, 4 hours, and 11 minutes later:
"Hey, Lunchbox. You can't go down there." As soon as the trespassing brunette turned toward her, Gail knew who it was. The girl from the Penny. The girl with the amazing ass. And breasts. And lips. And... everything. And amazingly bad handwriting. The rest of the conversation was a blur as Gail tried to get a read on her. Had she intentionally given her the crap number? And if not did she think that Gail intentionally didn't call? And how could she possibly think that? After the bathroom? Who wouldn't call?
By the time they reached the morgue, Gail's curiosity was killing her. She wanted to ask the woman what the hell but how do you start that conversation. Besides just asking "What the hell?" Or the alternative "What the actual hell?"
"Coronary Arteriosclerosis: Anatomy of an Autopsy... you really read this stuff?"
"I wrote that stuff."
Gail looked the byline. "Holly!"
"Yes?"
"Dr. Holly Stewart, Forensic Pathologist, City of Vancouver." She closed the journal and crossed her arms. "That answers two burning questions."
Holly chuckled as she tried to follow the blonde's train of thought. "Which are?"
Gail suddenly became a little embarrassed in explaining the first. "Um... your name is the first and why your handwriting is so terrible. I mean I figured just because... you know lesbian and they seem to all have terrible handwriting but lesbian plus doctor it's amazing you can even form letters or numbers."
The brunette laughed as she made notations about the bones on her lab table. "I told you my name."
Gail suddenly blushed red. "Well it was loud in the club. I had trouble hearing you."
She was surprised as the doctor set down a bone and walked over to lean close and whisper in her ear. "It wasn't loud in the bathroom and that's where I told you my name." Smiling cheekily at the officer Holly cooly went back to the lab table and continued her examination.
"Well... ok. Maybe you did..."
"I did." Holly let it hang for a second before tacking on. "Gail."
"Ok. Sorry. I mean you were all distracting me with your ... you know hands and lips and ... the door was against my back and... no one can concentrate..." She sputtered and turned a bright red.
Holly shrugged. "Anyway you never called."
Gail stood up and began to pace away from the lab table. "Your handwriting is wretched, Doc. Really. Dov and I could only identify 4 digits for sure and the others we made a possible list of. I texted at least 100 phones." She took a breath. "Most of them just didn't respond although a few were particularly rude about it. And I called at least 20 numbers."
Holly smiled as she moved to the computer to check the results on a lab test. "Mr. Robert Robbins... oh... not a good life for Robert." She glanced at Gail who had her notebook and pen out waiting for more information. "You called 20 numbers?"
Gail huffed with frustration. "And texted at least 100 numbers." She looked down and scuffed her shoe on the floor of the lab. "Dov thought that you intentionally gave me a crap number." She took a breath. "Which would suck if you did. And what a jerk move if so. I mean maybe he was right. Maybe you were just in town from Vancouver..." she sneered the name of the city as if with complete disdain "... and those 6 minutes in heaven and by heaven I mean the Black Penny bathroom were pretty much all you needed ."
Holly tilted her head in a motion that obviously meant you are being insane. "Pull out your phone, Gail."
"Ok." The officer held up her phone. "Dial, 808-964-2288."
"This is stupid...," Gail muttered as she dialed. In a moment she heard the Let it Go playing from the bag hanging on the back of the desk chair. "You must be kidding me."
Holly laughed. "I have twin nieces. Ok. You can hang up now." Holly continued her examination of the bones and made notations on the clipboard at her side. "Now we both have each other's numbers and handwriting is not a problem since apparently all lesbians have terrible handwriting." She smirked at the blonde.
Gail shrugged. "I never said I was a lesbian. My penmanship is stupendous."
Holly laughed. "Well I'd say from the Black Penny bathroom that you're close enough for your handwriting to be suspect and we're probably both better off with the numbers programmed in our phones."
"Fair 'nuff."
The forensic pathologist made a few more notations before speaking. "But, Officer Gail Peck, since I can't get to my phone at the moment," she held up her gloves, "would you like to go get dinner when we are done here?"
The officer nodded as she began renaming Holly's contact info in her phone. "Yes. I think I would really like that, Dr. Holly Stewart."
