Okay, so I'm literally in love with Gail and Holly's storyline on Rookie Blue! Gail is snarky, rude, and hilarious at the same time. And somehow Holly is her precise match. Her witty remarks, intelligence, and charming personality make them perfection. So now I have to write some kind of story about them and their adorableness! Lemme just tell you though, both Charlotte Sullivan and Aliyah O'Brien are absolutely gorgeous :D

I'm sorry if I suck at getting Gail and Holly's personality traits correct. Feel free to critique my writing ability and tell me what you want to see happen! (It will be written in first person.) I'm open to pretty much anything, so go ahead and PM me or review to tell me what you think! Thanks again guys :)

I'm going to resume the story right after For Better, For Worse (Season 4: Episode 8). Its right after Holly kisses Gail at the wedding. Gail's reaction was so cute. She was stunned into silence and didn't know what to do or say. God, they're adorable.

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Gail's P.o.v -
Why am I letting the new forensic scientist get to me? She kissed me one time and I'm letting her consume my thoughts now... it's so un-Gailish of me. I mean, can you even consider it a kiss? Although, her lips were so soft and inviting...okay, I seriously need to stop replaying that memory in my head. This can't be healthy! But it was just so, ugh...stop with that already! I did not enjoy that kiss what so ever! She just did it to shut me up. Regardless of Holly being a lesbian, she wouldn't be interested in someone like me. She deserves someone better; someone who will treat her right. And even if she did like me in more than a platonic way, I could never return her feelings, right? Why are feelings so complicated? With guys it's so simple, and with Holly, it's so not simple. The evil scientist is at the top of her game, but she won't get the best of me; that I swear.

I barely make my way into the station, and who do I see? The very person I was just complaining about...

Super.

"Speak of the devil," I rudely insult her.

"Hello to you to Gail." Holly merely smiles at me, and it's pissing me off that I can't get under her skin.

Her stupid perfect skin!

I huff impatiently. "Holly, I don't have time to be nice to you."

Holly laughs at my remark, which she apparently found quite humorous. "You call that nice? But it is nice to know you were talking about me or at the very least thinking about me."

What makes Holly think I was thinking or talking about her? I mean, I was. But how does she know that?

"What makes you think you were on my mind? Why would you be?" I accuse her insecurely, because she's right about me thinking about her.

Holly smugly grins and pokes the tip of my nose. "Well, you did say speak of the devil, so that indicates you were contemplating about me in some form," Holly confidently emotes. "But it's fine Gail. If I was you, I'd want to think about me too."

I simply glare at her.

She's lucky I didn't retaliate after she poked me on the nose. If that was anyone else, I would have done something. What, I don't know. But they definitely wouldn't have gotten away with just a piercing glare. And did she just say fantasize? I am so not fantasizing about that nerd. What would I fantasize about: her sexily reciting every part of the human body in English and other foreign languages?

Oh joy.

"Cat got your tongue, Gail?" Holly's statement snaps me out of my trance.

Did she seriously just use my own story to get back at me? I hate to admit it, but damn, she's good. Too good.

"You're so cute when you're angry Gail."

I'm blushing at this point, so I don't even respond back. I decide to briskly walk past her and take a seat at my desk before I kill somebody.

"Hey Gail," Chloe tries.

"Not now!" And that effectively shuts her up. She is way too positive and is always practically sitting in Dov's lap, even at the damn station.

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An hour later, my brother decides to annoy me too.

"Gail."

"Steve," is my dry reply.

He sighs. "What's wrong Gail?"

"Nothing." I'm not in the mood to talk to him about my conflicting feelings toward another woman. He wouldn't understand.

No man would.

"I'm just trying to be here for you. I am your older brother after all." He says with sincerity in his voice and eyes. He looks just as sad and vulnerable as I feel. I'd never admit that I'm experiencing sadness and vulnerability.

That means I would have an actual state of mind that isn't specifically tied to anger and hate. I doubt that would ever happen, and by doubt, I mean it won't happen. EVER.

I laugh humorlessly. "Did you figure that one out on your own? I'm proud of you," I mock with apparent sarcasm. I couldn't help myself. I know he's attempting to be helpful, and somewhere deep down I do appreciate it. But right now, my brain is a jumbled mess, and I don't want to talk to anyone about this issue, especially my brother.

"You always have to come off with some sarcastic comment, yet I know you too well. It's a defense mechanism of yours. A clever one at that, but you don't have me fooled. They'll be someone who will be able to break down your walls. Maybe not immediately, but eventually someone will be able to get inside your head and find out what's going on up there."

Steve's right. The funny thing is, someone may have already accomplished that. Not the breaking down my walls part. No one will do that. But she sure has taken up much of what I've been thinking about lately. It's angering me and confusing me at the same time, and I just don't know how to deal with these emotions.

"You're right." And with that, I walk away from the discussion that we so desperately needed to have. I'm again trying to evade any type of conversation that could possibly contain any sort of truth dealing with feelings and emotions.

Lord knows I'm afraid to feel again, so I'll just keep running away from it like I always do. That's what I've been doing for awhile now. Why should it be any more difficult now than it was in the past few months?

Evil scientist, that's why.

No I can't let this happen. I won't let it happen. I swear.

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So that's chapter one in Gail's perspective! Please leave a comment and tell me what you think. It would be greatly appreciated :)