A/N: This is slight AU. Same characters, different timeline. I'm not gonna center it around Rosie Larsen at all, I don't think. It's just moments between episodes and stuff. But I'm crushin' big on Holder right now, and I need to write something, SOMETHING, because he/this show... they're driving me crazy. So here it is. Mindless ramblings, Holder/OC of course. Series of one shots, centered around a single OC. My usual, I guess.

Ugh. Holder. Kill me. And by kill me, I mean kiss me. Seriously.

Disclaimer. I own nothing. But you all should watch "The Killing" because IT'S AWESOME.

Another day, another shift at the police station. My job here wasn't glamorous. I didn't have a gun or a badge. I didn't even wear a uniform. I was just a glorified secretary, really.

Usually they would have some newbie cover records and paperwork and filing and phone calls- all that crap that I did- but my uncle was the lieutenant, so I got offered the job a few years back. This job and the one down at the hospital (I was a nursing assistant there) kept my bills paid. The extra nursing classes I was taking to become an RN and were what kept my schedule tight. I barely slept. I ate junk food. But it was my routine. And in a weird way, I kinda liked it.

The lieutenant wasn't really my uncle. He was my dad's old college buddy. Family friend. I'd known him since I was a kid. But he'd always been Uncle Lieu to me. (I couldn't pronounce "lieutenant" when I was a kid, so Lieu was the best I could do.)

But I digress.

Another day, another shift at the police station.

It was dark out; cold; wet. A normal Seattle day. Uncle Lieu was on the prowl. Some new detective was coming in today to replace Linden. He didn't really want Linden to go, though, because of that new case with the Larsen girl. I didn't really want her to go, either, but not because of her detective work.

Granted, Linden was one of the best detectives this branch had ever seen. But I wanted her to stay because she and I... we were kinda friends, I guess. I'd known her since before I started working here. Being semi-related to the lieutenant gets you invited to events and visits to the station. You meet people. I met Linden. I met her kid. I used to babysit Jack back in the day. He wouldn't admit it, but he's a lot like his mother. Strong, smart, determined, passionate. The Lindens are good people. They can drive you crazy... but they're good people.

I could tell already, just hearing about this new case, that she either wanted all of it or none of it. I mean, she did have that guy to worry about. Her wedding. But Linden couldn't resist the call. And it seemed like Uncle Lieu was betting on that. He literally wasn't letting her leave. I wonder how her replacement will feel about that.

It was still early in the day, though. I'm not sure when he was supposed to show up. For now: coffee. And more filing. There was always more filing here.

Almost an hour later, somebody started going crazy on that little bell by the front window. It was mostly bulletproof glass and metal wiring to keep the inside of the station safe; but there was that little window for paperwork, and that's where the bell was. And somebody apparently really liked how that bell sounded.

I rolled my eyes, a stack of files still under my arm as I made my way to the front, lazily sipping on the coffee I had in my other hand. At the window was a man. I saw him before he saw me. And lucky thing, too, because I stared for a minute.

The guy was... interesting. Huge. Like, tall, and broad-shouldered. Not fat. No, he was actually really skinny, it looked like. Hunched over, though, arms against the counter. Arms covered in a hoodie and leather jacket. His hair was short, dirty blond, scruffy. Same with his beard/goatee/thing. Hazel eyes. Thin mouth. Strong jaw. He probably had a nice smile.

"Yo! Anyone here?"

But he sounded like Eminem was his role model, so maybe I'll withhold judgment on attractiveness for a few minutes.

I stepped forward, around the shelf I'd been hiding behind.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"Sir? Nah, Sweetheart, you can call me 'Detective,'" he said with a smirk, those hazel eyes now directed at me.

I gave him a blank look. If this is the new guy, Uncle Lieu will flip his shit.

"Can I help you, Detective?"

He looked a little put out by my deadpan response. Tough.

"Lookin' for the L.T. He around?"

"May I ask what for?"

"Sure, Sugar, you can ask."

I set the files down, took another sip of coffee, waited.

"Damn, woman. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this mornin'. Geez. Lighten up. Look, I'm the new guy, alright? Holder. I'm supposed to see him."

Nodding, I slipped a set of keys out of my back pocket. Motioning him closer to the office entrance, I unlocked it for him. He walked in, eyes taking in the place as I locked it behind him. I was right. He was tall. Really tall. Like, at least a foot taller than me tall.

And he was looking down at me. "Lead the way, Shortie."

I took another sip of coffee rather than answer him. Going through the office avoided a lot of unnecessary turns, so I got him there quickly. Outside of the door, I turned to the blonde giant behind me.

"Detective Holder, was it?"

"Yeah, baby, you got it," he said with another smirk.

"I have a name."

"Oh, alright. I see how it is. You don't like nicknames," his smirk somehow getting bigger as he stepped closer to me. "And what might that name be, Sweetness?"

Rolling my eyes, I knocked on the door behind me, still looking at Holder.

"Uncle Lieu?"

A large part of me felt smug when I saw the look on his face.

'Uncle?' he mouthed, looking a little sheepish.

"Yeah, Gabriella?"

I opened the door. "New guy is here."

"Send him in."

Stepping back, I grinned up at him. "After you, Detective."

Apparently his shame had already disappeared. When he moved past me, he whispered a quick, "Thanks, dollface."

I couldn't really say anything in front of my uncle without causing trouble. But it was still irritating.

I was mostly over it an hour later, when I saw him again. I was in the lobby, getting ready to make another coffee run (we really went through that stuff fast), when Linden ran past, barking our orders to... well, to somebody. Holder trailed by a few seconds later, stomping through the lobby. I guess it wasn't really stomping, though. His legs were just so long. There was no way the man could be subtle with a body like that.

"Yo, Linden! Slow down, woman! Damn."

I was putting on my coat, hoping he would just keep walking, but he didn't. He paused, hand on the door, the scruffy corners of his mustache curved down in an angry frown.

"She always like this?"

I looked at him. "Only on days that end in 'Y.'"

He paused, scoffed. Or maybe he was laughing? I couldn't tell.

"Right..." Then something changed. He stopped frowning, lips pulling into a smirk, his hazel eyes locked on me. The wink was so quick, I almost missed it. "I'll keep that in mind, Angel."

He was gone before I could even really glare at him.

A/N: Fin. What do you think? I'm hoping to post a few chapters at once. Just some thoughts I've had for the first and second seasons. Scenes and stuff. They might not all be this long. Actually, some of the ones I've written are super short. I just need to explain Gabrielle's place at the station, her relationships, etc. But yeah! Hope you liked it :)