Disclaimer: Nope, Rookie Blue is not mine. If it was, Andy wouldn't be dating Luke.

Rated T to be safe, for a minor swear word. (Personally, I don't consider 'damn' to be a swear word anymore. But to some people it is, so ... yeah.)

A/N: This is my second Rookie Blue drabble. And it's about Gail! Woohoo!

Little longer than my first drabble; that's just how it turned out.

Oh, and it's in 2nd person. 'You' refers to Gail (obviously).

Hope you enjoy!

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Gail Peck. Set after 'Fite Nite'.

Your Godfather's the chief, who's left to impress?

Ugh; stupid Dov. Stupid people and their stupid assumptions about everything … like they even have a clue. They think it's easier for you because half of your family is or has been on the force, most of them working their way up the ranks?

As if the other cops don't look down their noses at you, not just because you're a rookie, but because they think you've gotten a free pass. As if you didn't work your ass off in training at the academy to prove yourself. As if you didn't work twice as hard as most of them, to set yourself apart for a reason besides your heritage.

As if it isn't that much harder for you to keep your eye on the prize, because you also have the honor (yeah right, more like curse) of worrying about keeping the Peck family name respected and untarnished. (Not to mention maintaining the reputation of all the friends and associates who don't carry your last name.) As if everyone in your family hasn't told you something along the lines of 'you better hope you don't screw up, Gail'.

As if you're not terrified every single freaking day that you're going to disgrace your family and disappoint them all.

Let alone disappoint yourself.

How long have you been setting unrealistic goals for yourself? Like maintaining a perfect GPA; like making top of your class at the academy (damned Diaz … why did he have to have a freaking photographic memory, anyways); like making your family proud of you.

As if you haven't failed yourself, every single time.

As if you're not going to keep trying, no matter how many times you disappoint yourself; because if you don't, everyone else would be disappointed in you too.

Or worse; they'd scoff, entirely unsurprised. It's not like anyone in your family actually thinks you can do this, anyways. You've never been the good little girl they wanted you to be. You've always been the disappointment; no matter hard you've tried to not be.

They think you're going to give up? Bow your head and run away when the going gets tougher?

As if.

No, you'll keep going until you succeed, or die trying. (Possibly quite literally, being in the profession you're in.)

Because you know that if you don't, you'll be that much more disappointed in yourself than anyone else could ever be.

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Please review! Let me know if you like it, or think it's crap!

But please, don't flame. It's pointless; constructive criticism is so much better!