For Gail accepting that her current situation was completely and totally her fault was new. It's not how she rolled, it's not how she had gotten through Chris's unwillingness to listen to reason when he suspected she betrayed him with Dov, and it's certainly now how she peeled herself up off the asphalt after Nick left her at the alter or again at the curb that night as she stood in the rain watching him drive away. Her current sorry state of affairs was unequivocally her doing, it's taken awhile but she knows that now. The feelings she developed for Holly revealed themselves in a rapid fire string of events that left her in a panicked drunken lovesick fog, more intense than anything she had ever experience for another person. She went into self-preservation mode that night at the Penny with boobjob spewing all the triggers that sent Gail into a dangerous game of fight or flight with herself. In the end she believed Lisa's harsh words over Holly's unconditional kindness and love; thinking she would never be good enough Gail ran. It all came apart so little by little, she ignored Holly's calls, her texts and kept thinking that maybe the next day would be the day she would feel ready to respond. Those "next days" have all but disappeared because Holly is seeing someone else. The words sting with the same bitter slap of intensity each time Gail replays them in her head, which is all too often.

Gail was due to start her shift in an hour; she remained unable to move from her bed as thoughts of Holly were the first thing on her mind when she woke each morning and the last images in her head when sleep finally managed to arrive. She missed so many things about Holly but remembering the way she looked at Gail, the way she gave her that devilish grin as she would lean down to take the blonde's lips into her own for the most amazing kisses Gail has ever known, that is what she misses. She misses feeling so incredibly safe and loved. Forcing herself out of the warm cocoon she slowly makes her way to the shower letting the cold water jar her awake unable to procrastinate the start of her day any longer. No time for coffee, she rushes to make it to the station on time.

Sitting in parade she felt a millions miles away, there had to be something she could do, even if Holly was seeing someone it couldn't be a "someone, someone" yet could it? No, it's just a "someone" and if it's just a "someone" then there is no way that Holly could already be falli… "PECK, is there somewhere else you would rather be right now?" Gail's head whips around front and center at the sound of Oliver's voice. "Yes, sir!" as the room erupts in laughter Gail leans back in her chair, brows furrowed as she feels her face turning red, her inside voice mutters what a fanfuckingtastic start to this already awful day.

Her punishment is to ride with Chole because Oliver apparently seems to think that her nauseatingly happy, incessant chatter will somehow keep Gail awake but he is wrong. "Listen Price, I want to get through this shift with the bare minimum of your spoken word as possible, got it?" Chloe looks over, smiles and shakes her head. "Good girl, now let's stop and get some coffee before I fall asleep."

Without thinking Chloe turns right on Beckett and takes them to the diner right by the morgue the one that Gail and Holly spent a lot of time at between their quick lunches, milkshake breaks and long late night conversations. Conversations that would lead the way for Gail to fall in love with the woman who now takes up residency in her head and heart. It was mid morning and there didn't seem to be many people around so Gail thought what the heck, it will take 5 minutes and we are already here. "I'll run in, what do you want?" as the bubbly brunette was thinking if it was a hot chocolate morning or not, a call came through from dispatch. "All available units in the area of 1236 Beckett Avenue we have a 10-100 that was just called in from inside the building ETF is in route eta is approximately 8 minutes out, please stand down to assist ." Gail looks straight ahead at the coffee shop door, swallowing hard as her eyes focused on the numbers 1236. Taking a moment to gather her thoughts and surroundings Gail braces herself on the hood of the squad car at what she sees.

"Fuck, Chloe we have to go in there right now!" The other officer does not understand the urgency here. "Gail you heard the order, stand down and wait for ETF to arrive, we have no idea what is happening in there, it's a bomb threat, Gail!" Unphased by the other officers words. "Chloe if you want to stay here you don't need me to write you a permission slip but do you see that blue Prius parked on the side of the building?" Looking over, "Yeah, so?" Gail looks at Chole like she is about to punch her or throw up or both. "Chloe, that's Holly's car."

There was no decision to be made, oh she was going in alright and there was no way anyone was stopping her, certainly not Mary fucking Poppins Price. Calling behind her in route to the front of the building "Listen Chloe, I am sorry. I take full responsibility for what I am about to do, but Holly is in there and I am not waiting!"

"Dammit, Gail!" Chloe thinks for a split second of following her, she has only been back a few days on patrol as she runs her fingers over the scar from the bullet in her neck and then it's too late as she watches Gail disappear into the building. She has no choice but to radio dispatch and tell them the situation.

Gail swaggers into the diner like she has not a care in the world except caffeine. As soon as both feet are inside a man looks up from the counter with a startled look on his face. "Sorry, we are closed officer, um there is a gas leak in, uh in the basement, and we are waiting for the crew to arrive." Gail could see the whirling dervish of lies he was spinning, she just smiled and let him continue. "We could get you a coffee or soda to go if you want, on the house of course." Gail took another step closer breathing deeply. "Eww, yeah I totally smell the gas. Hey, I am happy to wait for the crew to arrive and make sure everything is okay, shouldn't you be waiting outside? I am not sure it's safe in here."

It happened in a flash, the butt end of the gun across Gail's temple coming from the man behind her as he angrily questioned why the door was not locked, and that is the last thing she remembered until now, until waking up in the foggy aftermath not sure where she was or exactly what had happened. She thought at first she was dreaming, but then her eyes focused on her hand, and then the hand that was intertwined with hers. "Oh, Gail thank god you're awake." Struggling to gather her bearings, Gail didn't even need to look; she knew that voice all too well. "Holly, are you okay?"