A/N or warning: This is all written to satisfy my intense need for bizarro hilarious things to happen, so if there are gaping plot holes (or possibly entire characters missing, cough), that's all on me. Also, the beginning is very choppy and it hasn't been betaed, but I've been told it's worth it.

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Do it.

Part one

Holly alternated stares between the two identical women sitting on the couch in front of her. She crossed her arms, trying to determine the immensity of the practical joke.

"Are you gonna say something? You're making me uncomfortable," Gail-with-short-hair said. As far as Holly could determine, that was her Gail. Or used to be, anyway.

Gail-with-long-hair turned to look at the other Gail, looking puzzled but way too at peace for the situation at hand.

"Okay," Holly began, dropping her arms as she decided that Gail had a secret twin she hadn't told her about. "I thought you were serious when you said you had an emergency you needed my help with." She shot her Gail a disappointed look. "The joke's on me."

Gail-with-short-hair looked stricken, but the look was gone not a second later, replaced instead with an annoyed scowl. "I'm calling Steve," she said as she got up.

Holly watched as Steve stared in amazement at his sister and the woman who looked exactly like her. He took a few steps closer to the long-haired version of his sister, even leaning forwards to get a better look. "So you came through a—what was it, a portal?"

Gail-with-long-hair leaned back into the couch as he came closer, slightly wary. "To the best of my knowledge," she answered. "The crime scene was riddled with heavy machinery, so I have no idea, really."

Steve looked over her features; blue eyes, pale skin, platinum hair. The package was definitely the same, but the content was different. The look in her eyes was off somehow. Whereas there raged a permanent storm behind his Gail's eyes, these ones hid a peaceful lake. "Have you called mom?" he asked, looking over his shoulder at Gail-with-short-hair.

"Fuck no, you call her," Gail said, crossing her arms. The thought of calling Elaine to ask if maybe she had a twin daughter stashed away somewhere was mortifying. Steve couldn't pay her to pick up the phone.

Holly glanced between the siblings, starting to think that maybe Gail wasn't lying.

"What's your name?" Holly thought to ask, handing her a cup of tea. Steve and Gail-with-short-hair were talking in hushed voices a distance away, Gail noticeably distressed.

Gail-with-long-hair took the tea gratefully, shooting her a small smile before answering, "Gail Peck."

"And you work for Division 15?" Holly asked, starting to get a feel for the situation despite how ridiculous it was.

Gail nodded, calmly alternating her attention between her steaming tea and Holly.

"With who?"

"Well, Steve shows up occasionally," she said, nodding in his direction. "There's Nash, McNally, Epstein, Diaz, and Collins, to name a few. It's not the most pleasant workplace, to be honest."

Holly raised an eyebrow at that. As far as she knew, the mentioned officers were all decent human beings. She was about to ask another question, but she was beaten to it.

"Now I remember!" Gail gasped, drawing everyone's attention. "Where I've seen you before, I mean. You're that forensic pathologist who'd gotten fired for faking her degrees. I was sure you were going to do a few years, at the very least."

Gail-with-short-hair tried to hide her snort as a cough.

Holly sent her an unamused look.

"What? That's so obviously not true, it's funny," she defended herself and, unwittingly, Holly.

"Okay, so you're from some weird alternate universe or something?" Steve guessed, ignoring them.

Gail-with-long-hair shrugged. "All I know is that we weren't supposed to touch anything, but McNally, being McNally, pretty much took that as a challenge. There was a really loud noise, blinding light, and now I'm here."

"That... really doesn't sound like McNally." Gail-with-short-hair shook her head, a vague hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "At all."

"So what do we call you in the meanwhile?" Steve asked to avoid further confusion in the future. They had decided to dig into birth certificates and the like to confirm this new Gail's existence, though if her story turned out to be true, it was unlikely they were going to find anything.

"Dibs on Gail," Gail-with-short-hair quipped dryly.

Gail-with-long-hair shot her an amused smile, surprising everyone by not protesting.

"How about something similar?" Holly suggested quickly, seeing that Gail-with-short-hair was going to add something, and by the looks of it, something not very flattering.

"Gillian!" Steve proposed, smiling good-naturedly. He seemed disproportionally proud for coming up with that.

Gillian shrugged. "Sure."

"Gin it is," Gail confirmed.

"Short for Gillian?" Pretty much everyone in the room was weirded out to some degree by how freakishly composed and easy-going Gin was reacting.

"Short for 'Gin and Tonic that I'm going to need to process that your face is real every time I see it'," Gail deadpanned.

None were as freaked out as Gail herself.

"Wait, wait, wait," Gail called out as they were about to see off Steve. "Where is she going to stay? She has my face."

"And you have mine," Gin added quietly, sipping her tea.

Steve shrugged. "Tell the boys you have a twin?"

"Because that won't get back to the superintendent in any way," Gail said, words carefully dipped in sarcasm.

Steve's mouth fell open in silent understanding. "Oh."

"I can stay in a hotel?" Gin offered.

Gail thought it over reluctantly. Her only other options were to stay with Holly or Steve, and while one would be awkward, the other would just be a big fat no. "Fine, but we're getting you a phone, and if you ever don't answer when I call or you get in trouble with my face, I'm going to hunt down your fantastic ass and strap it to a chair in my closet."

Holly silently marveled at the way Gin took Gail's threats in stride and nodded her agreement. "Sounds fair."

When it was finally Gail and Gin's turn to leave Holly's apartment, Gail lagged behind a little, turning to Holly with a venerable puppy face. "I'm sorry if I'm causing you more trouble," she said quietly—quiet enough that Gin wouldn't immediately hear. "It's just that you're the smartest person I know and if anyone understands what's going on, it's you."

"You're right, you are causing more trouble." Holly shot her a small, understanding smile when Gail's face fell. "But I think, considering the circumstances, it's okay."

Gail looked off to the side for a moment, unable to meet her eyes, before looking up again. "Thanks."

Holly nodded. "Call me if anything changes."

"Yeah," she breathed, pausing as she decided how would be the best way to say goodbye and guessing that just turning to leave with Gin in tow was the way to go.

"You can't keep those," Gail said, eyeing the spare clothes Holly had borrowed Gin.

Gin paused before opening the door to her hotel room, following Gail's gaze. She somehow understood Gail perfectly, and returned Gail's deviant look with a bit of a mischievous smile. "Am I supposed to run around naked?"

Gail grimaced. "Okay, first of all, don't ever smile. I don't smile," she said, counting on her fingers. "And second of all, I will kill you."

"Yes ma'am," Gin chuckled before realizing she was smiling, and she bit her lip as she opened the door.

"Gross," Gail mumbled as she followed Gin into the room.

"So what you're saying is that I should stay indoors at all times," Gin summarized Gail's rant.

Gail briefly reviewed the plan in her head. "Yes."

"What about food?" Gin asked, and it annoyed Gail how fucking calm and collected Gin was all the fucking time. How was it even possible to stay calm and collected after being ripped away from the world as you know it?

"Takeout," Gail answered mindlessly. "Room service."

"What about my sanity?"

Gail looked around the room, eyes pausing on the TV. "Porn?"

Gin shot her a dry look, one that said she wasn't buying that answer.

"Ugh." Gail rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'll bring you something," she agreed reluctantly. She headed for the door, but turned around at the last second, slipping off her beanie and throwing it at Gin. Gin looked at her questioningly. "If your life is in danger and you go out, you might want to hide your hair."

Contrary to the plan Gail had formed, she spent practically all her time with Gin at the hotel room. Every time she had a moment to spare all she could think about was Gin sneaking out and doing things that could be seen by familiar people. Worse yet, she would be pleasant and polite. Things that Gail Peck wasn't. So she practically moved in with Gin, even reluctantly falling asleep on the edge of the double bed, much to the double's amusement.

In the days that followed, Gail found out Gin was practically the opposite of her. She liked exercise, healthy foods, and books. She was nice and considerate, and laughed at her sarcastic jabs. When Gin ordered room service for them and got Gail a cheeseburger she hadn't asked for, she suddenly realized she kind of liked Gin.

They played video games together even though Gin didn't really like them, and for some reason, it reminded Gin of all the surprisingly gory and insane things she's been through on the force, and Gail secretly loved all the stupid stories she kept producing. Especially the ones where McNally was a giant dick and kept screwing things up. It was sickly sweet the way the sisterly bond had been created in a matter of days and Gail wanted to shoot herself in the foot for even going there.

It was part of why, when she got sick, she trusted Gin enough to quickly head to work and get her mobile phone. She'd stupidly left it at her locker.

Gin was amazed by how good the atmosphere was at work, but she tried not to let that distract her from the job at hand. Look sick, get phone, go back, make sure Gail doesn't die from whatever she caught. It didn't take long for her to reach her locker, and sure enough, the code was the same as hers despite their differences.

Of course, she had to run into someone familiar at the exact moment she was grinning victoriously for opening her locker.

"Why are you smiling like that?" Andy asked, appearing next to her near her own locker and proceeding to do her business.

Gin's smile faltered at hearing the voice, expecting the customary punch to the shoulder that Andy liked to greet her with. When it didn't come, she looked up, only to be met with questioning doe eyes. It threw Gin so hard, she actually choked up, "Uh." She held up Gail's phone before she knew what was happening. "Found it. My phone."

Andy frowned at the uncharacteristic way Gail flustered. "Are you okay?"

"No, actually," Gin admitted, finding her footing again. "I feel like a sack of potatoes, so I'm going home to sleep it off."

Andy's frown turned thoughtful. Gin could see she wanted to ask something, but it was superbly probable that she didn't know the answer so she quickly retreated, throwing a, "Okay, bye," over her shoulder.

"Wait! Gail," Andy called. Gin cursed her luck but turned around anyway, trying not to smile politely. Andy closed in the distance between them. The look of worry she was sending Gin was Oscar-worthy, and Gin found herself staring back incredulously. "I'm not supposed to pry, but I overheard Dov and Chris talking and—and, well, I know that you've been sleeping at a hotel lately. Is everything okay? You're not sick, are you?"

Gin stared some more, trying to find a hint of the biting personality that was McNally. "No," she answered slowly, unsurely. She shook her head, clearing it of weird thoughts. "I mean yes, but not chronically or anything. It's just something I caught."

Andy breathed a sigh of relief, but the worry didn't disappear. "Then why are you staying at a hotel? Is this—is it because of Holly?"

The gears turned in Gin's head, and suddenly, Gail's behavior around everything Holly made sense. They must have been a thing. But she didn't have time to ponder that. She needed to BS her way out of this situation. "No, I just needed some time for myself, y'know?"

Understatement of the century.

Andy nodded her head unsurely, and Gin swore she saw the understanding dawn on her in the way a smile grew on her lips. "Yeah, I guess living with two men can get to you, huh?"

Gin couldn't help but mirror the smile, the reaction being ingrained in her besides the fact that this Andy was genuinely nice. Really nice, actually. "Exactly."

Andy smiled some more, almost proud at finding some common ground with Gail. It made her a little more confident about what she was going to ask. "If you want to, I don't know, talk about it more some time, I'm totally available." She misunderstood Gin's stare as a typical Gail rejection. "I mean, the invitation for girl time is open. Nothing solid." At Gin's continued stare, which was really her trying to figure out if Andy was flirting with her or what, Andy continued, "Anyway, I gotta go. I'll see you around. Get well."

And Gin was left standing there, wondering what the hell just happened.

Too curious to let it drop, Gin sneaked down to visit a familiar forensic pathologist. She was only marginally surprised to see Holly hard at work that early in the morning. "Hey."

Holly looked up from her computer, and immediately found that there was something off about the way Gail was walking over. She narrowed her eyes. "Gillian?"

Gin smiled wide. "Good eye!"

Holly returned the smile with a polite one, eyes trailing down to her screen. "Not that I'm not glad you're fine and everything, but what are you doing here? Does Gail know you're here?"

"She sent me here," Gin answered, looking around at all the fascinating sciency things.

Holly shot her an incredulous look.

"Not here here," she clarified, gesturing at the environment. "But the station, to get her phone."

Holly nodded slowly. "And you're here here, why?"

"Because McNally just asked me if Gail has been holed up in a hotel room because of you," she explained, cautiously eyeing Holly for any indication that she should drop it. The only thing she could spot was scientific curiosity and understanding, however. "And then she asked me out, I think," she added, frowning.

Holly's eyebrows dipped down as well. "She asked Gail out?"

Gin noted the slight jealousy, so she tried to be as tactful as possible when she added, "She told me I could come to her for 'girl time'?"

By the way Holly laughed at that, Gin figured Andy wasn't trying to woo her. "Don't worry about it. Gail once referred to her as 'nice girl McNally' so I think that's just the way she is."

"It's weird. My McNally is kind of a bitch," Gin said, eyebrows raising because it was all just mindblowing to her. She shook it off. "But besides that." She paused, trying to find the words.

"Yes?"

Gin couldn't find a tactful way of asking, so she just blurted out, "You and Gail used to date?"

Holly nodded, eyes dimming with something like regret before she snapped back to reality. "You should talk to Gail about that."

Gin shot her a sympathetic look, seeing how pained the both of them were by the break up.

Holly laughed humorlessly, averting her gaze. "Don't look at me like that."

She chuckled in response, figuring she should change the subject. "Why does everyone keep saying that?"

"Gail is... Gail," Holly explained vaguely, turning back to her computer. "Maybe you should get back to her if she's so sick she sent you over."

Gin took the hint and started moving towards the door. "Yeah, I should. Thanks for the talk, doc."

"No problem."

The next day, when Gail was feeling well enough to go to work and was getting ready, Gin carefully approached her. "What?" Gail asked, pulling on a boot.

Gin figured that if Gail was busy with her shoes, she couldn't run after her to kill her. "You know how you sent me to fetch your phone yesterday?"

Gail dropped her now booted foot and pinned Gin with a look. "What happened?"

"Nothing, really," Gin said, shrugging. "I ran into McNally."

Gail narrowed her eyes at Gin, making her vaguely uncomfortable. Gail thought there was something slightly off about the way she said it. Like she was telling the truth, but not the whole truth. For the first time ever, Gail watched Gin fidget, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. "No," she said, pulling on her shoelaces a little too hard. "Not in a million years. Not McNally. Pick someone else."

"What?" Gin asked, genuinely confused.

"You, hanging out with McNally, I forbid it." Gail slipped on her other boot. "She'll want to talk, share feelings, and if you're not careful, she'll braid your hair when you're distracted." She shuddered as if it was a bad horror story, but really, it sounded kind of nice to Gin.

"So?"

Gail stood up, settling Gin with a glare (though Gin found that she just looked extra serious). "The only one who braids my hair is me."

Gin tried not to show amusement at that statement. "Okay."

Really, Gin had listened, but it was just dumb luck that she ran into McNally at the library, of all places. During work hours, of all times. It was a small victory that Gin was wearing Gail's clothes and beanie, but how on earth was she going to explain her outfit while she was supposed to be at work?

"Weren't you just at the station?" Andy asked, confused.

Gin looked up from the selection of books on cats, suddenly confronted with Andy in uniform. She'd seen it a million times, but this caring version of Andy exuding badassery was doing things to Gin. Confusing things. "I... was," Gin offered feebly. "What are you doing here?"

Thankfully, Andy didn't seem to dwell on it. "A fight broke out on the second floor." She nodded over her shoulder where Gin could see Nick leading a man in handcuffs outside. "I'm surprised you haven't heard anything."

"Oh, I guess I got lost in a book," Gin said truthfully, looking down at the one she was holding.

Andy managed to smile at her and narrow her eyes at the same time, conveying her incredulity. "Really?"

Gin quickly remembered Gail's likes. "No, but you should've seen the look on your face," she said, chuckling, but then remembering she shouldn't smile.

Being Gail was confusing.

Andy shot her a weird look, no doubt trying to make sense of Gail being all over the place.

"I'm getting this for Holly," Gin explained.

Andy nodded like that explained everything. "Are you guys finally setting things straight?"

"Well, I wouldn't really call it straight," Gin said, meaning to say that Gail and Holly weren't back together, but unintentionally making a pun.

Andy paused at that, not sure how to take it, but then she chuckled, shaking her head. "I swear, lately, you're a whole other person out of your uniform."

"I guess I am," Gin agreed airily. She spotted Nick over Andy's shoulder and kind of hid behind the bookcase she was standing so she didn't have to deal with him too.

"McNally!" he called.

Andy was eyeing Gin again, having noticed her taking a step back, and gestured at Nick that she'd be right over. He nodded, then looked off to the side when an elderly man approached him to ask something. "So, have you thought about it?"

Gin turned her attention back to her. "About what?"

"Y'know, getting together, catching up?" Andy said, tilting her head this way and that.

Shit.

"That depends," Gin stalled, thinking fast. "On what you're doing tomorrow."

Andy frowned. "Tomorrow is a work day."

"Not for me," Gin said, congratulating herself on a fantastic job of thinking it through. "I guess you can't hang out then..."

"No, no, I can." Andy nodded, mentally rearranging her schedule and counting her vacation days. "I'll make it work."

Gin mentally groaned. Was there no end to how nice and great this Andy was? "Okay then," she mumbled.

Andy smiled wide, glad to make this step towards friendship. To be honest, she'd been wanting to be there for Gail a long time and now was her chance. "Great! I'll send you the details later."

Shit, shit.

"I have a new phone," Gin said quickly.

"What the fuck!" Gail screeched.

Gin looked up from her book with wide eyes as Gail stormed into the hotel room. She'd been dreading this day ever since she hung out with Andy. Fantastic Andy. Nice Andy. Kind of really attractive Andy. "What?"

"Why does Andy think we're friends?" she demanded, getting up in Gin's personal space.

Gin got up, meeting Gail stride for stride. Though hers were considerably calmer than Gail's. "Because we've been hanging out."

Gail sputtered for a moment. "After I explicitly told you not to!"

"I couldn't help it! She basically badgered me into it."

Gail shot her an incredulous look. "You could have not laughed at her jokes, or not have told her you liked healthy crap, and, oh, I don't know, told her no."

"Fine," Gin sighed, looking up at the ceiling in desperation. "I wanted to hang out with her. She's... nice."

"Traci is nice. Andy is—" She stopped as if she really only just heard what Gin said, catching her eyes like she could somehow read her mind like that. Which she probably could. It was creepy how she kept doing that. "No, no, no, no," she said suddenly.

Going by the amount of no's Gail was producing, Gin found she must have somehow realized she was into Andy. She grabbed Gail by the shoulders. "Gail," she said seriously, pulling her attention back to her. "It's very probable I'm going to be stuck here for a very long time, if not forever. You can't keep me hidden away."

Gail stared at her for a moment, then heaved the biggest sigh. It was like she breathed out all the childishness, because the next thing she said was, "It's not that. It's fine if you want to... whatever with whomever. But she doesn't like me like that. I'm pretty sure she's straight."

Gin smiled a small smile, finally allowed to see the real Gail. "Those who don't shoot, always miss."

"Don't even." Gail glared at her, not taking any of that oneliner bullshit. "There's also the tiny detail that she thinks you're me."

"That can be easily fixed."

"Ugh."

"Gin is banging Andy," Gail said, leaning both her hands on Holly's desk.

Holly looked up from her work, eyes wide. "Excuse me?"

"Not right now, but she's wanting to," Gail explained, grimacing. "Can you imagine—actually, don't imagine that. I'm grossing myself out on so many levels as it is."

"Wait. Stop. Breathe in," Holly urged, and Gail obliged. "Breathe out. Now start from the beginning."

"McNally found out about Gin, and Gin is sporting a huge lady boner for her. Get with the program," she quipped. Then she looked down at her hands, her voice softening. "I need you to tell me I'm doing the right thing by letting her go ahead."

Holly raised her eyebrows, surprised by the maturity that Gail was exhibiting. "Well," she started thoughtfully. "We're getting nowhere on finding out where she came from, right?"

Gail nodded to herself. "No birth certificates, no paper trails, and the address of the crime scene she gave us came up clean."

"Then she's probably stuck here, unless we find her a way back," Holly reasoned, catching Gail's worried eyes. "I think you're doing the right thing."

Gail sighed, lowering her eyes. "Thanks," she muttered tiredly.

Holly watched Gail, considering her situation. "How have you been?"

"Stressed out," Gail laughed. "Between work and making sure people don't think I'm pining after McNally."

"Why don't you get an apartment?" Holly suggested, thinking it may take the edge off things if Gail wasn't sleeping in a hotel all the time. Especially with another her.

Gail shook her head, straightening up. "Maybe, but not now. The stay at the hotel is getting a little pricey as it is."

Holly was quiet as she thought of the next thing to say. "I have a guest room."

Gail eyed her warily, trying not to get her hopes up. "I thought you were seeing someone?"

"What does that have anything to do with renting out a room?" Holly asked, smiling mischievously.

The smile was inviting and infectious, and Gail couldn't help but get her hopes up anyway. "Point taken, doctor Stewart."

"It totally makes sense," Andy said, pausing in her job to cut up vegetables.

Gin looked up from the recipe, wiping her hands on her jeans. "What does?"

"That you're Gail's twin." She turned to look at Gin, who kept sneaking pieces of cucumber. She shot Gin a dirty look, but Gin popped it into her mouth anyway. "I don't see why Gail wouldn't want anyone to know, but you're way too cool to be Gail."

Gin raised an amused eyebrow. "You think Gail isn't cool?"

"Well, yeah, but in another way? You know what I mean." Andy vaguely waved it off with her kitchen knife before looking around the counter. "Where are the tomatoes?"

Gin looked behind her where she'd last seen them, and held them up. "You mean these?"

Andy was about to grab them, but Gin pulled them away at the last second.

"Too slow!" Gin chuckled.

Andy shot her a dry look. "Wow, really?"

"Yes, really," Gin answered mock-seriously. "What's a cop without good reflexes?"

A bit of a smile tugged at Andy's lips, and suddenly, she was reaching for the vegetables. "I take it back," she huffed even as she reached behind Gin's back to try to get to them. "You're as cool as Gail."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gin breathed out laughingly, juggling the tomatoes until she was holding them up in the air. Crafty Andy just pulled her arms down and took them from her. "Wow, you're tiny," she commented, even though Andy was barely half an inch shorter.

Andy shot her a grin over her shoulder as she turned back to the counter. "Bite me, Peck."

"If you insist," she responded, closing in the distance with a wicked grin.

"What are you doing?" Andy's voice went up several octaves due to the laughter—and now dread—that bubbled up when Gin wrapped her arms around her waist from behind and playfully bit into her clothed shoulder.

"I'm just fulfilling your masochistic fantasy," Gin mumbled into her shoulder. She pulled back slightly to remove a hair from her mouth. "Hmn, cotton-flavored."

"I don't have masochistic fantasies, you weirdo. If anything, you're the sadist," she laughed, though she allowed Gin to latch on closer to her neck. She squealed at the not-quite-ticklish sensation, pulling her arms to her chest and raising her shoulders on instinct.

"If that means I get to eat you, sign me up!" Gin quipped, taking another playful bite. The laughter died down a little at that, making room for a more serious interpretation. One where their actions were suddenly flirty instead of friendly. Gin paused in her teasing when Andy remained quiet and she rested her chin on her shoulder. "I just made it weird, didn't I?"

"No." Andy felt her face warm up at the intimate position they were in. She couldn't suppress a small smile. "Okay, yeah, a little."

Gin let go, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Andy turned to her, and waved it off. "I'm very edible like that," she joked, laughing awkwardly.

Gin kind of stared at her, her smile turning a little incredulous as her eyebrows went up. She'd wanted to reply, but she was too busy thinking Andy was supremely cute all flushed and awkward, trying to keep things casual. Sadly (or maybe luckily?), Gin didn't want to keep things casual.

Andy knew something was up, that she didn't hang out with Gin like she hung out with other friends, but she only realized why that was when Gin's facial features slackened as her eyes flickered down to her lips. It was one of those unexpected little things that stole her breath away, that let Gin lean in until there was no more space in between them, that made her close in the remaining distance until she felt warm lips against her own.

Gin was pretty sure her very soul was alight with happiness when she felt Andy return the kiss. Slow and sweet, the kiss made Gin's extremities tingle pleasantly. Oh yeah, things were hella rad right until she lightly grasped at Andy's hips and said woman suddenly shot back as if burned by the action.

Gin blinked in surprise, lips still glistering from the kiss.

"I'm not gay," was the first thing Andy said from a remarkable distance away. She rubbed at her forehead with her the tips of her fingers, distressed.

"What?" Gin blinked once more before she recognized the panic in Andy's doe eyes. "Neither am I," she added, still vaguely confused. She wasn't sure what one's sexual orientation had to do with wanting to kiss each other until she remembered they were both women. Women who kissed. Which was not the norm. Her mouth fell open in understanding.

"It wouldn't be fair to you, right?" Andy continued, pacing back and forth through the kitchen. It was as if she never even heard Gin respond. "I mean, you're basically Gail, and I don't like Gail like that."

Gin's eyebrows raised. "What does Gail have to do with this?"

"I don't want to kiss Gail." Andy grimaced, concluding, "I'm not gay."

Gin sighed, realizing Andy wouldn't hear her even if she had all the answers to her nonsensical ramblings. She stepped in front of Andy, resting her hands on her shoulders to catch her attention. Andy watched her with large, uncomprehending eyes, dropping her hand to her side. "While I know why you're panicking, I don't understand it," Gin said, so at ease with her sexuality, it may have turned her blind to those who weren't. There was only one question she needed the answer to, anyway. "Are you attracted to me?"

Andy looked at Gin but only saw Gail. She shook her head.

She may as well have punched Gin in the gut, because that's what it felt like. She swallowed. "Then... I think—I'll see you around," she said weakly, walking away just like that.

Andy frowned at the empty space in front of her, experiencing the sinking feeling that she made the wrong decision.

Raise your hand if you accidentally started shipping Gin/Andy *raises hand* I may have gotten a little carried away there, but it's jUST SO INTERESTING?

If you want to see something happen in this story or have wicked plot suggestions, feel free to share them!

ps. I'M SORRY FOR THE HORRIBLE TITLE.