Hey guys, Dax here. So basically I've decided to make this into a multi chapter fic. I've made changes to this chapter which I feel have made it better. There is only one significant change, which means that Holly won't be going off to a conference. So just take that plot point out of your mind ;)

I hope you guys stick with me and I hope you all enjoy this fic. Reviews are appreciated.

I would also like to point out now that I haven't seen anything from Season 5 yet, so if anything does happen in the episodes that mirrors here, it will literally be coincidence. I've only seen a few things from Tumblr.

OH! And also I'm stealing a few plot points from another TV show, but I'll give them credit at the end of the fic, just so nobody works out the plot, because I know quite a few of that fandom likes Rookie Blue too.

I own nothing about Rookie Blue; all I do is take the characters out to play.

"You're In My Spot."

Holly ripped open the curtains. "Rise and shine sleepy head!"

Gail pushed her face deeper into her pillow and pressed another pillow over her head. She let out a pitiful groan and curled herself further into a foetal position. "Nooo."

Gail pressed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on the lingering drowsiness that still fringed on the edge of slumber. For a few seconds it seemed like she might be successful and in what must have been a drowsy moment of carelessness, she let herself relax.

But of course Holly had other plans. A dip in the bed beside her shoulder and a lighter one on the other side of her head, where she imagined Holly's arm to be, told her sleepy senses that Holly had sat beside her. A fresh and slightly summer berry fragrance hit her nose and somewhere in a vaguely aware part of her mind she registered that Holly had probably just showered.

Holly poked her shoulder. "Come on you, time to get up." A muffled groan and then a hand snaked out from under the covers; clumsily searching for hers. A second later it founds hers and wrapped itself around her own. The hand then disappeared back under the covers, trapping it between a sleep-warmed chest and arm. "Stay. Bed. Warm. Sleeeep."

Holly rolled her eyes and removed the pillow covering Gail's face with surprisingly little resistance, to find pale cerulean eye half moodily, half sluggishly glaring at her. She tossed the down the end of the bed. "Mmm, nope. It's already eleven. Come on."

"It's Sunday, Holly. Sunday is sleep day."

Holly grinned and squeezed their hands. "A fact I'm well aware of. However, it's pretty much the first day off we've had together in a while. So get up. I want to spend it with you." It took a second but she saw the information sink in as Gail's eyes began to lose its drowsy, grumpy edge and take on a harder, more spirited wakefulness.

It was true. The two had been recently been working extremely hard with constant murder cases and patrolling the streets. Gail had been on a mix of double shifts and night shifts for the past week and half, leaving her either utterly exhausted from work to spend time with Holly or that she'd finish just as Holly started. In fact they'd barely seen each other in that time. Particularly since Homicide had uncovered bodies connecting to a cold case, keeping Holly almost tied to the morgue in an effort to figure things out. The best they'd managed to do together was a hurried dinner and kiss one late night before Gail started a shift in between a few text conversations. They hadn't even managed to sleep in the same bed much either, much to both their disappointments. Gail hadn't even felt like she could barge in to Holly's home in the middle of the night to sleep, despite Holly's reassurances that that was why she gave her a key in the first place.

Holly leaned forwards, her near-dry hair brushing across Gail's shoulders and cheek, letting Gail inhale more summer-berry scents. Hey voice dropped an octave. "If you get up now, I'll make you breakfast."

Gail turned to look at Holly and then shifted her whole body to face her, her grip on Holly's hand falling away as she sat up and leant back against her elbows. She narrowed her gaze at Holly, who merely stared amusedly back at her, and silently judged her proposal.

Gail huffed almost petulantly. "Fine. But it better be good."

Holly smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Good." She dropped a kiss on Gail's lips and then went to stand up.

A pale arm shot out and pulled Holly down by the waist, lips quickly silencing the sound of surprise. Holly's hands fell on either side of Gail's head and one quickly wove into her hair as Gail ran her tongue across Holly's lower lip, deepening the kiss. Holly moaned and relaxed her body against Gail, sinking down against the blonde as a pale hand slide under the back of her shirt.

Finally their kiss ended but instead of pulling away Holly dipped her head forward, her nose nudging against Gail's until their foreheads rested gently together. Gail pressed one last kiss to Holly's slightly parted lips before leaning back down against the pillows, her voice soft. "Thanks Hol."

Holly's mouth curled up lopsidedly, her own voice just as gentle. "You're welcome." Then Holly tapped Gail's belly and stood up before Gail could react to the change. "Now get up. I've got plans for you Peck."

And with that Holly turned on her heel and strode out of the bedroom, leaving Gail a little confused but perceptive enough to appreciate how Holly had apparently only felt to need to wear an oversized plaid button up and panties today.

Holly smiled to herself and tucked a stray hair behind her ear as she reach up for two mugs. She couldn't remember the last time she was just so happy… so pointlessly happy. Nothing in particular had sparked such an emotion; in fact her life had been pretty constant. She'd helped solves cases at work as usual; she'd hung out with her friends as usual, she was even close to publishing yet another pathological journal, which whilst it gave her a sense of accomplishment, wasn't nearly enough to explain her contentness that she felt.

No, she knew the reason as to why she was so happy. It all came down to one Gail Peck; the snarkiest, most standoffish yet fascinating person she knew. And she was totally Ok with that.

She flicked the switch on the kettle and turned around to lean against the counter, just in time to see Gail shuffle blearily towards the living room before falling gracelessly headfirst into the cushiony depths of the couch.

The corners of Holly's mouth twitched upwards again. Yes, she was just unabashedly happy to have her blonde curmudgeon around.

She saw Gail, shift around on the couch and hook her hands behind her head, no doubt getting lost in her head. Holly smiled again and turned back to the counter again, reaching for the fruit bowl. Taking a few grapes in the palm of her hand she popped one in her mouth and ambled over to join her girlfriend.

Gail loves Sundays. She enjoys Saturdays too, but Sundays are her favourite. On Sundays there's no sense of obligation to do anything productive. There's no niggling voice in the back of her mind telling her to get off of her ass and do something worthwhile, no need to hurriedly finish a report or even, her favourite really, no need to even get out of bed. Indeed, a day could be quite happily spent lounging around in her underwear with no deliberation or direction as to how she would spend her day. She could relax all day with Holly and just revel in that comfort.

And that brought her thoughts back to Holly. Or more specifically; Holly's sofa.

It was a soft, leather model with large, plushy cushions that allowed a person to simply sit down and sink in and forget about their stress, if just for a moment. It was a seriously comfortable couch.

It was the one thing in Holly's apartment Gail had laid claim to, unashamedly wielding her girlfriend status as an excuse to hog the couch.

Aside from immense comfort, it was the perfect distance between the kitchen and the bedroom, her two other favourite places to be, and it was positioned in such a way that no light from any part of the house could reflect off of the TV screen offensively into her eyes. (She wasn't sure if Holly did this intentionally, she hardly used the TV as much as she should, at least in Gail's opinion) It was situated in the best possible place really. And because of these completely justifiable reasons, Gail had immediately demanded claim to the couch declaring it 'her spot', leaving Holly on more than one occasion to stare down at her with a bemused crooked grin.

Kind of like the one Holly was giving her now. "Straight from the bed to the couch, huh?"

The corner of Gail's mouth twitched upwards as pushed herself into more of a sitting-up position, watching as Holly sauntered over towards her. "Mmm, well some asshole dragged me out of bed. Figured I might as well go to the next best place to hang out."

Holly gasped and grasped her chest in faux horror. "Are you saying you don't want to spend time with me?"

Gail tilted her head to the side and pretended to inspect her nails. "Well you know, I've got such a heavy schedule planned. I'm not sure I can fit you in." Her eyes flickered to Holly and back as she fought to hide her slowly growing smile.

Holly raised an eyebrow but Gail could see her eyes crinkled lightly. "Oh really?" She flopped down at the other end of the couch and popped another grape into her mouth. "Well, in that case I guess you won't have time to eat here then."

Gail opened her mouth but then narrowed her eyes. Score one to Holly Stewart.

God knows that if there is one thing Gail loves about life, it's the food. Especially Holly-made food. She doesn't know how she does it, but Holly's like a Gourmet chef and a hot, sexy librarian looking Pathologist all rolled into one. And Gail really likes her food. Like, really likes it.

She waved away the comment nonchalantly. "I'm sure I can manage. In fact since I'm so busy today, I should probably leave." Gail sat up and stretched her arms above her, acutely aware of Holly eyeing the thin strip of exposed skin her top left when distanced from her PJ bottoms.

Holly licked her lips and looked away before placing the last grape in her mouth. "Yeah, why not. I mean, I have things to do today anyway." Holly stood up breezily and went to turn back to the kitchen but then a hand shot out and yanked her back for the second time that day. Immediately warm lips captured her own in a less than chaste kiss whilst two hands moved to cradle her face and curl delightfully in her hair. It wasn't until they both pulled back that Holly realised she was, for all intense and purposes, essentially straddling the blonde, much like only a few minutes prior.

Gail slowly opened her eyes finding Holly's already open and looking own at her somewhat tenderly. "Hey."

Warm, brown eyes crinkled imperceptibly. "Hey yourself. You know you should probably stop surprising me like that though. Surprise kisses like that could break something eventually." She paused and leant forward. "Not that I don't enjoy it."

Gail wrapped her hands around the back of Holly's shoulders, pulling her back own for another, this time chaste, kiss. "Psh, you love it." Gail licked her lips thoughtfully.

"Huh, you taste of grape."

Holly sat back, casually linking their hands together and rolled her eyes. "Oh I wonder why."

Gail swatted at Holly's bare thigh with their joined hands. "Shut up Holly." But she mirrored Holly's smirk anyway. "You know, kinda rude you didn't share."

"Well if someone wasn't such a brat this morning, then maybe they'd have got one."

Gail glared. "Just the one? Nice to know how much I mean to you."

Holly chuckled. "Mmm, well, I did offer to make you breakfast."

Gail was almost ready to pout. But Holly had said that. "Oh yeah, well where is this wondrous breakfast of yours?" She leaned up a little and looked towards the kitchen. "I'm hungry."

This time it was Holly who swiped Gail's thigh. "Don't be such a brat."

Gail smirked and opened her mouth to retaliate when the kettle's whistle blew, alerting the apartment that its job was done. There was a pause. "I swear to God, Holly, if you don't get a new kettle then I will actually throw that thing out the window!"

Holly laughed, her hands unintentionally squeezing Gail's hands a little tighter. "What, why?"

"Because that thing sounds like a dying cat. Seriously, how do you live with that thing?"

"Quite easily, really."

Gail narrowed her eyes but then with an exaggerated whine, she untangled a hand from Holly's and dramatically threw an arm across her face. "Holly… Make it stop."

Holly chucked and pulled back her arm to reveal Gail's scowling, pouty face. "It's not that bad."

"At this point in the morning, hell yes it is!"

Holly tilted her head to the side and raised an amused brow and checked her watch. "Gail, its 11.20." I don't think you're going to die."

"What's your point?

Holly smiled crookedly and leaned forward a little, shifting her hips to accommodate the new position. "My point is, oh lover of mine," She punctuated that with a kiss. "Is that if you still want breakfast, before the afternoon starts" She shifted her hips again and sat upright, her fingers resting at the edge of Gail's top. "Then you're going to have to get off of your ass and make me a tea." Holly pulled back and grinned.

Gail gave her an unimpressed raised brow. "Er, Hol. You do realise you're on top, right?" She grabbed Holly around the shoulders and pulled her back down, a little surprised by the small amount of resistance, until they were pressed snuggly together, faces inches apart. Gail's arms stayed relaxed around her shoulders and her voice dropped an octave or two, her tone challenging as her breath washed warm against Holly's face. "Can't do anything when you're on top now can I?"

Good god but Gail was impudent sometimes.

It took but a second for Holly to close the gap, their mouths meeting in a hot mesh of sliding lips and lustfully closed eyes. Holly's glasses were pushed askew as noses playfully bumped together and Gail's tongue swept across her lower lip, begging for entrance. A moan broke through, but from whom she didn't know, Gail's hands tangling in her hair however felt wonderful. Her own hands were brushing soft circles just under thehem of Gail's T-shirt, slowly pushing their way up her ribs. How they got there in the first place she didn't know but she was vaguely aware of her increasing need to breath.

Holly broke away breathlessly, pleased at how Gail's eyes were still only half lidded with desire, and leaned forward, her breath floating across Gail's cheek to her ear where her voice became distinctly more sultry. Husky even. "You love it when I'm on top."

She felt Gail shiver beside her and almost nuzzled her way back to those exceptionally kissable lips. However Holly was one to make a point. And she wanted tea at some point today.

Suddenly Holly pushed herself back and plopped herself back against the other side of the couch, leaving a confused Gail to blink rapidly back into cognition. She readjusted her glasses and poked Gail in the side. "Now mush woman, go make me tea."

Gail's momentary bewilderment was perfect. It was like she was still half-lost in the kiss and quite comically her mouth had dropped open like a goldfish's, but she recovered quickly as Gail always does. Gail glared and pointed an accusatory finger at Holly. "That. Was mean."

Holly grinned crookedly but said nothing, fully enjoying how she'd managed to, even momentarily, discombobulate the blonde.

Gail crossed her arms haughtily and glowered down at Holly with a sort of rancour that only Gail seemed to conjure so easily on command. "Like I'd make you that tea now."

Holly's smile grew wider and she tilted her head to the side, silently daring Gail to refuse. Seconds went by in a brief battle of wills, where Gail's scowl and flexing jaw was met by Holly's increasing amusement until Gail unceremoniously threw up her hands and pushed herself up off the couch. She shot another quick glare back at Holly. "You're lucky that I like you, Stewart." And she stalked off to the kitchen.

Holly chuckled again and shifted forward into Gail's recently vacated space, eyes sliding closed as she relished the warmth left behind. She loved how at home Gail is here, how after several months of dating it actually surprises her just how much she really misses her blonde cop hanging around. Holly has always been an independent woman, used to relying on herself for almost everything. She'd happily give and receive affection, and routinely does on a daily basis, but to need someone as much as she seemed to need Gail… that, that was abnormal experience for her.

But one she really didn't seem to mind all that much.

She heard Gail grumpily pour the water and loudly stir the tea in what Holly is sure is Gail's not so subtle way of saying you'd better appreciate. And Holly does. She appreciates everything about Gail.

Well, most things. Her habit of leaving dirty laundry for Holly to clean could do with improvement.

Holly kicked her feet up and relaxed back against the couch's arm cushions, mirroring Gail's earlier position and listened to her girlfriend's footsteps leading back towards her.

Gail rounded the edge of the sofa with a steaming mug held tightly in her left hand and looked down at Holly, her expression pensive. After a few seconds she spoke.

"You're in my spot."

Holly blinked and kept her voice purposefully quiescent. She knew exactly how Gail got whenever she happened to accidently (or more often than not, entirely deliberately) sit in her spot.

"Oh really?"

"Yes Holly, my spot. You're in it." Gail made no move to hand Holly her tea.

Holly tipped back her head and regarded Gail. Straight posture, no smile, hand still tightly gripped around the handle of the mug and a glint in her eye. A wonderful glint that promised drastic action unless Holly moved.

Holly kept up her air of feigned ignorance. "Oh am I? Well, you know, it's more my spot really, since I, you know, own the place."

Holly stretched out; arms above her head before sinking back into the cushions again, deliberately wriggling her ass to make an impression. She could see Gail's jaw tick and her eyes narrow almost dangerously. Gail put the mug down, just out of arms reach from Holly, and folded her arms.

"Holly."

"Gail."

A taut silence stretched between the two. Gail's challenging steely eyes locked with Holly's dark amused ones, until one of Gail's perfectly sculpted brows lifted. "Fine."

And with that she dove forward, climbing on top and over Holly, poking and pushing as she curled and hustled herself onto the sofa. She shoved herself deep between the sofa's back cushions and Holly before finally settling down with a glare, only to find Holly grinning down at her and her limbs somewhat tangled with Holly's. Her arms were squashed against Holly's shoulder and her own chest and her legs had somehow become tangled with Holly's. It was actually quite comfortable really.

Gail scowled up almost childishly from Holly's shoulder, her voice muffled. "My spot."

Holly chuckles again because she knows Gail's only exaggerating her bratty-ness and it's quite amusing, really. Well to her it is; she's not sure how well anyone else might take to it.

She shuffled down the sofa until she was at the same level as Gail and felt Gail's arms slide across her abdomen and behind her shoulders pulling at her to face Gail. There's a small, cocky smile tugging at Gail's lips and she doesn't look the least bit apologetic as to how she got there, reclining in the most comfortable part of the sofa.

Holly mirrored that smile crookedly and gives her a poke in the stomach.

"Hey!"

Gail went to poke her back but Holly caught her hand and laughed, entwining their fingers as she did. "I'll make you a deal. You can have this spot whenever you like, at any time of day, any day of the week, on one condition." Holly cleared her throat and looked away, inadvertently using their joined hands to adjust her glasses and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear before looking Gail in the eye. "You have to move in with me."

Gail froze. Her muscles tensed and her thumb which had vaguely been stroking Holly's stopped. Something flashed behind Gail's eyes and Holly could almost feel how fast she was withdrawing back into herself.

Holly immediately berated herself. She'd pushed too far too quickly and now Gail was running away and pulling back. She'd moved too fast and she knew not to push with Gail, she knew, and she did it anyway. Words burst out of her mouth in an uncontrollable attempt to backtrack.

"Gail- No,-" Holly dropped Gail's hand and gripped at her shoulder, almost begging with her eyes to understand.

"I didn't mean that you had to- It's just that- I mean, you're practically over here most of the time anyway and I, I don't know, it just made sense- …I'm really really sorry Gail, Okay? You don't have to ans-"

She was shut up by a quick kiss. Gail pulled back and ran her tongue over her lower lip looking slightly abashed, but unguardedly genuine. "Okay."

Holly didn't even realise she'd left her mouth open. The word had been so softly spoken that Holly honestly wasn't sure if she'd heard her right. "What?"

Gail smiled and brought her hand back to gentle squeeze at the hand on her shoulder. "Okay."

Holly blinked. "Really?" Hesitantly she searched Gail's face for some kind of insincerity or need to backpedal but found nothing of the sort. In fact what she saw was – dare she say it – was a… pleased Gail, a doubtless Gail, a Gail with a small smile tugging irrepressibly at her lips.

Gail rolled her eyes. "Yeah come on Hols, get with the programme."

Holly wasn't one to feel insecure; in fact her self-confidence was perhaps one of her better traits. But this kind of decision was weighted, it could affect their relationship drastically by either forcing a rift between them or, the more desirable option, allow them to become closer and progress their relationship. Obviously she hoped for the latter.

Holly could feel her own face breaking into a smile, but couldn't help but ask one more time. "You're really saying yes?"

Gail answered her with an eye roll and a kiss.

"Oh, well Okay then."

Gail smirked and kissed her again. And again. And again. Until their kisses lengthened and deepened and their tongues met deliciously. Hands smoothed and gripped as they ran rampant over their bodies and Holly found herself being pulled unceremoniously on top of Gail causing her to push a thigh between Gail's legs. A throaty moan came from one or both of them and Holly felt a hand slip underneath her shirt, stroking up over hard earn abs and soft skin until it reached a smooth breast. Holly pulled back and gasped, panting as her head fell forwards onto Gail's shoulder.

Gail smirked and tucked a few strands of hair behind Holly's ear and left her hand there, stroking at silken tresses. "Well you're kinda stuck with me now."

Holly shut her up with a hard kiss. To hear that from someone, especially from someone as unpredictable and caustic as Gail, was monumental. It was Gail's own brand of promise to stay for her, to make their relationship work and to make sure the metaphorical cat stayed on the ground.

She pushed her thigh up further into Gail's crotch, both gasping together when Gail squeezed her breast in reaction. Their eyes locked and an unspoken understanding rippled between them.

Holly rolled off of Gail and grabbed her hand, practically dragging her off to her- their bedroom.

They didn't resurface for a good number of hours.