Anonymous said: I have a golly story you could write.. Gail is undercover as a teacher at high school in holly is a science nerd teacher

A/N: I pulled some inspiration from 21 Jump Street a bit here. I hope you like it.

High school sucked. She felt that way when she was a student and she still felt that way now that she was a 'teacher'. When Frank had offered her a chance to go undercover, she knew she couldn't say no. She might have reconsidered had she known she was headed to Runnymede High School as a Phys. Ed. replacement for the retiring Mr. Bradley.

The assignment was not her first choice; kids she loved, teenagers, she did not. When she showed up on her first day in September, she figured she'd be there for a few weeks. She just needed to figure out where the drugs were coming from then she could bow out as "Ms. Taylor" and continue on with her life as Gail Peck. Unfortunately it was proving much more difficult than she had initially planned.

She watched the kids run laps around the gym as she lounged on the bleachers. She was unusually sympathetic to the less athletic kids, remembering what it was like for her. Gail had always had a trim figure but it was certainly not due to any specific actions on her own part, she was just blessed with fast metabolism. She had been a mess of gangly limbs when she had tried to take part in sports, making gym her least favourite class. It was the reason why she didn't say anything when a group of kids walked their laps while they chatted.

Her initial thoughts about the case were that the chemistry teacher had been producing the new synthetic drug in the lab after hours, but when Ms. Pierce had left suddenly (Gail thought it was a nervous breakdown from dealing with hormonal teens; the school maintained that she moved to Ottawa when her husband was suddenly relocated) nothing changed. This was confirmed when a replacement wasn't found immediately and several substitute teachers had filed through the post without so much as a hiccup in the drug supply.

She was starting to get annoyed that she was having such a difficult time penetrating the drug ring. Mostly because she was a Peck and doing a job at even an average level was not acceptable, but also because if she was there past Christmas she'd have to teach the sexual health unit. That was going to be a disaster. How was she going to teach the kids how to put a condom on a banana without a look of disgust on her face? How is she going to point at a picture of an erect penis and explain all its parts without turning a bright shade of crimson? It's not that she isn't an adamant believer in safe sex, it's that she hates the feel of latex on her hands and never much enjoyed penises, erect or otherwise. Oh God, if I have to show how tampons work to these bags of sex-crazed hormones I'm going to move to Mexico and defect Gail thought as she absentmindedly walked into the teacher's lounge.

CRASH

The sound of books hitting the floor as she looked into the brown irises of an excited woman she had accidentally bumped into. She thought for a moment that maybe this was an over-zealous student trying to get help from a teacher at lunch time but she was quickly shaking the hand the woman in front of her thrust forward.

"Hi! I'm Holly Stewart" the taller woman chirped as she started collecting textbooks from the floor. "I'm the new chemistry teacher. Well technically, I'm not a teacher, I'm still a student myself" she babbled. Gail tried to take this woman in all at once but her senses were overwhelmed so she just shook her head and blinked her eyes a few times. The woman was still talking.

"… my PhD in biochemistry at the U of T. I think grade 12 chemistry should be easy, shouldn't it?" she asked the blonde.

"Why are you saying all these words?" was all Gail could respond.

The brunette just stood and smiled warmly at the blonde.

"I'm sorry" she smiled even brighter. "I'm just nervous. It's my first day and I've never taught high school kids before. I'm used to teaching 22 year olds who've chosen a chemistry major, not 16 year olds who are being forced by their parents. Plus, my kid sister is in this class so the 'cool' bar has been set pretty high".

Gail saw the opportunity instantly. The new chemistry teacher with the innocent looking face and sister in the student body was going to be her key to infiltrating the drug ring and getting out of this school before she has to talk to teenagers about oral sex... erm, she meant so she could get this job done properly as soon as possible for the safety of the student body.

"I'm Gail Taylor. I have the next period as a prep block. Want me to sit in? Make sure you're cool enough for the kids?" she asked.

"Really? You wouldn't mind? I think the feedback would be super helpful" the brunette gleamed.

"No problem. Just let me eat my lunch and I'll meet you in the lab" she nodded as she continued into the teacher's lounge. Gail was excited to finally be making progress.

She beat most of the students to the class, opting to sit in the middle of the room closest to the wall. She didn't want to sit in the front and sit next to the keener students. They were too enthusiastic for her, but she didn't want to sit at the back with the stoners and other kids that didn't care. The middle seemed like a good place.

"Hey guys!" the ecstatic chemistry teacher shouted out to the room full of students. "I'm Ms. Stewart. Did you hear that oxygen went on a date with potassium? It went OK."

Gail tried desperately to stifle her giggle while the nervous teacher smiled awkwardly at her own joke. The students were poker faced and Gail swore she'd be able to hear a pin drop. The attempted humour having fallen flat, Ms. Stewart reached to open her text book but instead clumsily knocked the pile of tomes to the floor. Gail scanned the room and noticed a girl with dark brown hair and olive skin cringe and slap her hand to her forehead. Holly Stewart kid version the blonde mentally noted.

"Hehehehe" came the nervous staccato laugh from the front of the room. Holly was trying to gain her composure and Gail could tell she was failing miserably, the awkward sounds having just come out of her mouth not helping at all.

"Let's start into our first lab. I'll demonstrate first then you guys will do it at your benches" she said as she pulled a labeled bottle from underneath the lab bench. "Has anyone ever heard of the Pharaoh's Serpent?" she asked with exaggerated enthusiasm. The students didn't utter a single syllable save for one eager beaver in the front who said 'no' with an apprehensive head shake.

"Well then!" Holly exclaimed "let me show you! This is Mercury thiocyanate, a white, odourless powder with low solubility. It does very interesting things when heated though". With a wriggle of her eyebrows she pulled a butane torch out from under the bench and lit the flame.

Holly started explaining the chemical compounds of the Mercury… whatever-it-was-called. The blonde had zoned out when the science-y talk started because she knew this wasn't relevant to her and was instead thinking about which kind of gun she should buy when the flames of the torch managed to catch on the teacher's sweater. Gail watched the horror spread across the face of the new teacher. She just stood there with a horrified look on her face as the flame spread up the synthetic fabric of the shirt. Gail jumped to the woman's aid. She turned to the wide-eyed expressions of the students and told them to start their homework questions as she pulled Holly into the back office.

After she thoroughly doused the flame and checked for burns, Gail finally looked at Holly's face. The woman was still in shock. The blonde felt bad. She remembered her first day, and although it was nowhere near this bad she felt like it had been a total disaster. Now the woman who was standing in front of her had a first day that was actually a disaster.

"At least you didn't burn the school down?" Gail offered by way of cheering up.

Holly chortled. "Yeah. It could have been worse. I could've brought my bow and arrow and accidentally shot one of them" she said with a wry smile.

"You have a bow and arrow?" the blonde asked without thinking.

"I'm an archer. It's surprisingly calming"

"That's weird" Gail responded.

Holly just looked at her with a defeated look in her eyes.

"I'm sorry" the blonde said quietly. "But it honestly could have been much worse. At least you're memorable" she said with a shrug.

"I guess. At least I wasn't trying to teach the kids to cook meth" Holly said as she pulled her arm from the running water. Gail's ears perked up immediately but one look at the brunette told her she was making a bad joke.

"Plus, my sister had these weird breath mints in her bag and, I don't know, maybe I'm allergic to something in them? But I've felt super weird since I've been eating them. I've been sweating like crazy and my tongue keeps doing this weird thing". Holly clacked her tongue around her mouth as she crinkled up her nose. The woman was high as a kite.

Gail took a deep breath. "Holly, where did your sister get those mints?" the blonde tried not to let the excitement she felt coursing through her veins take over her emotions.

"I don't know Gail. I didn't ask her for them, I found them in her bag. Why?" as she started blinking her eyes repeatedly.

"Don't freak out Holly, but I think you might be high. There have problems around campus with a new synthetic drug that looks like breath mints. It's possible that that's what your sister had in her bag" Gail said calmly. Holly's eyes went wide.

"Oh my God!" she shouted. "I am stoned" she whispered when she realized the students could hear her.

Gail tried to stifle her giggles but it was hard. She was finally making headway in her case and she had this adorable woman to thank. And the brunette was being so cute right now as she panicked.

"Did you sister mention where she got the mints from? Has she spoken about drugs at school in any capacity?" Gail tried.

"Umm…. She said the captain of the hockey team always has these mints and he shares them with the rest of the guys on the hockey team but never with anyone else. She's seen it at parties and always thought it was weird. Wait! Does that mean my kid sister is druggie? Am I a druggie?" she asked with a shocked expression.

Gail couldn't contain it any longer and started to laugh. This case had suddenly taken a strange but very welcome turn. She was going to enjoy working with the new chemistry teacher.