A/N: Still don't own RB or the characters, just borrowing. I know I mentioned I'm not a writer in my previous post (thank you to everyone who read it and for the positive reviews). It's still true but I had another idea I thought I would share. This one will be a multi-chapter arc but it still won't be a long story. This takes place a few years after Season 6 ended, so everything that has happened on the show has taken place prior to the events of this story.

Gail finished blotting her lips as she checked her reflection in the mirror one last time. She was pleased with the results of her ministrations: her lips were a ruby red, she had a faint trace of blush across her cheeks to liven up her pale skin, but it was her eyes that were her real masterpiece. The royal blue dress she was wearing made the blue in her eyes stand out more than usual and with the simple addition of some eyeliner and mascara they could easily draw a person in and make them never want to look away. Ha, Gail chuckled at the thought, if that were true she wouldn't be going to yet another one of these things alone. Sighing, she brushed her hand over hair. It had grown out since the hair massacre following the Ford incident but she rarely let it grow further than the length she had it as a rookie. That's about how long it was right now and she would need a haircut soon but it made it easy for her to pull off a Marilyn Monroe-esque look for the night. Thinking about the pixie haircut, and who gave it to her, reminded Gail once again how much she hated things like tonight and how much she didn't want to have to suffer alone. Before Gail could give it, or that person, any more thought she was pulled from her memories by a loud pounding on her bedroom door.

"I swear to God Gail, hurry the hell up or we're leaving without you! You are not going to make me late to my own wedding!" hollered Dov through the door, clearly irate.

"Is that a promise Epstein?" Gail had made it abundantly clear that she would not be going tonight willingly.

"Come on Gail, you're one of the groomsmen you're supposed to be making this easier for him," Chris called out from the living room, always the mediator.

"You know it wouldn't be taking you nearly as long if you had just agreed to wear a tux," Dov complained loudly.

"Is Nicholas going to be wearing a dress?" Gail questioned from the sanctity of her batcave. "Because if so, then I will happily change right here, right now. If not, then shut up about the damn tux!" Gail didn't have problem wearing a suit. She knew she could rock formal wear better than the guys, which she pointed out to them both when she went to pick out their tuxes, but she had just gotten this dress and had already decided that she would wear it tonight. Plus, there was no way in hell she was going to let Epstein dictate what she wore for any occasion, nor was she going to let the double standard go. If Nick was one of Chloe's bridesmaids and could wear a suit, then she would wear what she wanted too. Gail sighed before finally opening her door and stepping out into the living room, unnoticed by the guys.

Dov was frantically pacing and even Chris was starting to get nervous. He was trying to take his best man duties very seriously, which meant getting the groom to the wedding on time. "Seriously Gail, we really need to-," but Chris' jaw stopped working at the sight of Gail dressed for the wedding. Even Dov had stopped his nervous movements.

Gail smirked, "Would you guys really rather I wear a suit?"

"Nope, no, definitely not! You look great!" Chris answered quickly.

"Of course I do Diaz, I'm always hot. You losers ready to get this disaster over with."

"Hey this is my wedding," Dov countered with a whine, the pout evident in his voice, "You know one of the happiest days of my life. So can you stop being a bitch long enough for me to enjoy it?"

"Look, you and the Princess asked me to be a part of this. Not the other way around. You know how I feel about weddings and public displays in general. You knew what you were signing up for. Plus, it's not my fault that you're nervous about getting hitched to the nonstop motormouth that is Chloe Price."

"Bite me Casper! I am not nervous about marrying Chloe. I'm excited and that's why I want to get a rush on getting there so I can see my beautiful bride and get started on the rest of my life with her."

Gail wouldn't admit it but she was happy for her friend. Chloe and him were sickeningly perfect for each other, and they were unfathomably more annoying apart then they were together. "Whatever you say, Epstein. Let's go unite the dork kingdom."

"I still can't believe you two are actually getting married in a castle," Gail observed, her voice dripping with contempt as she gazed at the stone building that she would be trapped within for the rest of the night.

"It's super cool, Dov. Very fitting. Romantic," Chris supplied cheerfully. Well at least one of his friends was looking forward to his big day.

"Chloe picked it and I'm determined to make this day amazing for her," Dov replied resolutely. This may have been Chloe's second marriage but Dov was determined that it was going to be the one to last. He wanted to make it as different an experience from her wedding with that douchebag Wes as possible. Which meant making it perfect for her. "I would have married Chloe behind the station for all I cared. I'm just glad she accepted and wants to spend the rest of her life with me," Dov commented dreamily. His puppy dog eyes were filled with love as he thought about his bride-to-be.

"I can't decide who makes me more nauseous, you and the princess gushing about this day or the two of you gushing about this castle. Can we please just get this over with?" Gail complained from the backseat.

"Bring it on Ice Queen, nothing is going to ruin my day today," Dov taunted with a smug grin from the front. That grin left his face when he heard Gail's phone chirp with a text. "Is that from her? Don't forget you promised, Gail!"

Gail was annoyed at the groom. She knew what she had promised, but she couldn't exactly control who texted her. "Yeah, yeah, I know but like I already told you, I didn't invite her, I didn't tell her where it was, and she has a girlfriend. So chill out, it's McNally anyway."

Girl Guide McNally: You guys planning on showing up or what?

Captain Awesome: Already here, tell Princess to relax

Gail wondered briefly, which of the two women was more excited: Price or McNally? They both loved love and weddings. Two things Gail hated but her friends had asked-no-demanded, that she be a part of their "special day". Unfortunately for her, Gail had even begun to think of Chloe as a friend. Yes, her hatred for the woman had greatly decreased when she almost died. But it had been revived when she was revealed to not only be a liar but a cheater, when she failed to mention her marriage to the cop from 27, the one with the annoying partner. Gail hadn't warmed back up to the redhead till they were both TOs and Gail's rookie had made the idiotic choice to talk shit about Price within earshot of his commanding officer. As Gail had coldly berated the punk in front of all the other rookies, she declared that Price was not only his superior, but an excellent officer, who he could only hope to be half as good as one day. And not even God would be able to help him if Gail found out he was insulting or being disrespectful to a superior officer again. She then forced him to buy lunch for her and Price for the rest of his probationary period. Fox learned his lesson, and even Chloe had been in pleasant shock that Gail had defended her, pulling the blonde into a death grip of a hug. As Gail had pointed out that day, only she was allowed to insult Chloe. Gail laughed thinking about the rookie's face after the verbal lashing he received. Ah, maybe thoughts like that could get her through this dreadful day.

Gail braced herself before heading into the building. Today was going to be a long day. She hated weddings but she hated being a part of the wedding party even more. She was expected to walk down the aisle with Nicholas (gross). Then stand in front of the entire room with a smile on her face and not fidget. At least Chris would be next to her for the ceremony. He was less gross and he had honestly been her rock over the last few years. The last five years had been pure hell for Gail. She had been kidnapped by a serial killer, rescued at the cost of Jerry's life, suspended for making a mistake and taking the fall for her friends, abandoned, emotionally cheated on, forced to face said serial killer again, and dumped as a result. A maniac then shot at her, before kidnapping her partner/favorite person at 15 division when she was supposed to be with him. Luckily, Oliver had been rescued even if Sam had been shot in the process. Of course, she had managed to find true love in that time with the coolest chick she knew, and then again in Sophie's eyes along with the realization that she was ready to be a mother before being dumped for a job in another country, blind-sided by her brother's betrayal to the badge, and disowned by her family for refusing to lie in court, oh yeah and that was on the same day that she was forced to admit that she wasn't Sophie's best choice for a new family, and had to lose her little girl as well.

But Chris had stood by her through it all. Since coming back from rehab he had been her rock. He was there for her through the dismantling of the Pecks ordeal and losing Sophie. In fact, he had been the one to suggest they both get their fostering licenses when Dov moved out of the frat house to live with Chloe about a year after the McSwarek wedding. That was almost two years ago, and Gail had spent those years throwing herself into her job trying to prove to everyone that she wasn't a Peck like the others and could be trusted. She had only recently made detective after Oliver had convinced her that if she got the spot, it would be in spite of her name not because of it. Sure it wasn't all work all the time. She had gone on dates occasionally and had plenty of meaningless flings to try to stem the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that occasionally washed over her. But in the end, it was having Chris by her side that had given her the support she needed to drag her ass out of bed each day.

Over the last couple of years she had moved into the bigger room in the apartment that had been vacated by Dov. Her old bedroom had been turned into a guest bedroom that acts as a wait station for whichever of their friends was in the doghouse in their relationships. It had also been home to the occasional foster kid, usually, a kid who had been involved in a case and was waiting for other family members to surface and take them in. Each child had been released to caring homes with responsible family members, so none had needed a permanent place to live but it always made them feel safe to stay with the two cops. It was a weird living situation but made sense to anyone who knew them. Chris had always wanted to be a Dad and Gail was ready to be a Mom, but they both knew they wouldn't be able to do it together forever. In the meantime though, the arrangement worked well. Funnily enough, the person who spent the most time in the extra room was Leo. Traci's son loved to hang out at the frathouse and play video games with Uncle Chris and Aunt Gail (she could beat both of them with her eyes closed) when his Mom had to work late. Traci appreciated the help, but Gail was also mildly convinced that Traci and Chris had some major feels for one another. She had caught them flirting more times then she could count. Maybe tonight she could convince Chris to finally make a move. She could be his wingman. With that thought, Gail chuckled to herself and pushed away from the car and into the castle of doom.

After the whirlwind of getting everyone ready and in place, it was finally time for the wedding. All emergencies had been dealt with and everyone had arrived to the castle in time to find their places. As Gail walked down the aisle beside Nick, she couldn't restrain herself. While keeping the fake smile plastered firmly on her face, she muttered, "Wow Nicholas, nice of you to not bail this time."

"Funny Gail," Nick whispered back, his smile faltering slightly at the thought of their failed engagement in Vegas. The one when Nick had ran off to join the army rather than marry the blonde bombshell. Yep, that one. "It worked out better for both of us this way and you know it." Nick smiled as he passed Juliet on his way to the front of the room.

"I'm just fucking with you Nick. No need to shit your pants," Gail laughed as color returned to his face.

Nick was relieved when he parted ways with Gail at the front. After Gail took her place on the Groom's side, she smiled when Chris escorted Chloe's cousin (the Matron of Honor) down the aisle. Chris bumped shoulders with Gail and clapped Dov on the shoulder with a wide, genuine smile on his face. The nervous-looking groom was even paler than usual but he had a smile on his face none-the-less. He straightened his back when the music changed to announce Chloe's arrival. Gail could begrudgingly admit that the redhead was positively glowing with happiness and love as she made her way towards her groom. Gail smiled a real smile when she saw the look of true astonishment and happiness on Dov's face; it was like he couldn't believe his luck. Finally, Chloe reached her destination and the music stopped. As the officiator began his spiel, Gail heard the door to the room open quietly and someone slip as soundlessly as possible to the back of the seats on the bride's side. Growing up Peck had always made Gail hyperaware of her surrounding, so it was no surprise that she was drawn to the noise. What did surprise her, and make her breath catch in her chest, was the sight of the person who had arrived late. She would recognize that brown hair, those dark glasses, and, especially, that crooked smile anywhere. What the hell was she doing here?

A/N: Let me know what you guys think and I will try to post the next chapter soon.