This is my first RB fic! Set after 4x04 (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) Please enjoy! And don't forget to review.

The barbeque was a disaster. She'd let the obnoxious little overexcited squirrel get in her head and by the time the event was over she was out a boyfriend and quite possibly, a friend.

So here Gail was, three days later standing in front of her soon to be apartment with a six pack in her arms. It was mere seconds after she banged her fists wildly on the door that it opened to a bleary eyed, yawning Dov.

"It's 2am," he said through a yawn.

"I brought beer," Gail offered and he opened the door wider so she could pass through. He took one and returned to his couch. A documentary on baboons was playing.

"We've been worried about you. No one's heard anything since the weekend except that you took a few personal days," Dov said and took a swig from his beer.

"Mother dearest has been riding me pretty hard about Collins. I took the opportunity to pack seeing as Chris and Denise left already."

He grimaced. "Don't remind me."

"She isn't angry," Dov brought up reluctantly, "Andy I mean. She's been trying to reach you."

"I know. She's left a billion messages for me. I just … need some time," Gail said slowly. She also needed to make a certain pestering rookie pay, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Dov just nodded and nursed his beer.

Gail inhaled deeply and ignoring the heavy feeling in her chest and the bright red warning lights flashing in her and swiftly moved from her seat on the couch to straddling her friend and placing her hands on the sides of his face. If she didn't have an agenda she would have burst out laughing at the look of surprise on his face.

"Gail, I…" he sputtered and she watched the shock disappear from his eyes only to be replaced with temptation. "What are you doing?" he whispered.

"No one yet," she grinned and ran one hand through his already mussed hair.

"We can't," Dov was clearly trying to convince himself. There was a twinge in Gail's chest which she would later recognize as guilt but she forced it to the back of her mind.

"Says who?" She let a few strands of hair fall into her face and as he brushed them back behind her ear it was at that moment she knew she had him.

Dov placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in. For a moment, before her brain could process the kiss, all the latent feelings she'd refused to deal with in the past popped up and Gail lost her breath. Ignore it, she told herself.

Although it quickly became difficult ignore as things got more heated. Frantic hands pulled at clothing and soon Gail was grasping his shoulders to brace herself, and Dov held onto her hips desperately as she rocked against him.

And the couch was only the beginning. Somehow during an attempt to make a midnight snack to replenish their energy led to vigorous sex on the counter, and knocking (and breaking) some dishes onto the floor in the process. And then finally a third go of it in the bedroom.

Breathlessly Gail stared at the dark ceiling with Dov snoring softly on the other side of the bed. Her heart skipped a beat replaying the night over in her mind. Few things happened that were planned or anticipated, especially the guilt weighing heavily on her chest.

She meant to fuck him then stay for coffee in the morning. That was it. Feelings weren't supposed to factor into it. Surprisingly great sex wasn't supposed to be part of this.

Tears welled in her eyes. She just manipulated one of best friend's feelings to her own selfish and petty means. Dov didn't deserve this. Gail hadn't noticed his snoring had stopped until she sniffled and was pulled in close to him. His embrace simultaneously made her feel better, but also infinitely worse and the realization hit that she just ruined her chance at ever having a real relationship with him.

Gail didn't know when she fell asleep, but she woke up to an empty bed and an awkward conversation floating in from the living room. She quickly pulled on one of Dov's work shirts and left the top few buttons open. The shirt barely reached past her thighs – it was perfect.

"Oh, good morning," she feigned surprise to see Chloe standing there with two coffees. Gail watched all the excessive peppiness and optimism leave the rookie's eyes. "You shouldn't have," she said and took one of the drinks again. She gave Price a smug grin and left her looking crestfallen on the way to the kitchen to make some breakfast.

She heard a tearful excuse to leave and then a door slam. Gail felt Dov watching her from the archway as she mixed in the milk for scrambled eggs.

"Was it worth it?" his tone made her tense up and Gail set down the bowl.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"That was low even for you, Gail," Dov said.

"Dov…" she started but wasn't quite sure how to finish.

"You are cruel and mean and you used me and my feelings for you just so you can make someone else feel as crappy as you do. How can you even live with yourself," he asked in complete disbelief of the person standing in front of him.

"No it wasn't…Dov please can I explain," she said and felt tears welling behind her eyes. Gail refused to let them fall.

"Explain what exactly? How Chloe got on your nerves so you decided you needed to hurt her? Or was it because she pointed out that your boyfriend was in love with someone else, so instead of taking it out on him you felt that the only option was to sleep with the man she was interested in? Of course I'm just collateral damage and if I got hurt, well, at least Gail Peck got what she wanted, right?" She had never seen him look so hurt and furious.

"I'm…sorry," she looked up at him. He seemed surprised that was the next thing out of her mouth. "But Dov, it was-"

"Look, I really don't care. I'm going for a run and I really don't want you to be here when I get back," Dov said, and after grabbing his runners he was gone.

Gail clutched her hair in frustration at herself. "It was real," she said to the empty room.