Right. So this is my very first Rookie Blue fanfiction. I just couldn't help myself... I love Holly and Gail too much. Please forgive the typos and terrible grammar, English is not my first language. Sigh. Ready? Here goes nothing!

"Peck?"

Gail closed her eyes at the sound of her name, the hand with which she carried the weekend-ready bag tensing up instantly as she stopped dead in her tracks. One didn't have to be an expert in body language to see the need to get away, the need to escape.

It had been one hell of a day and Gail Peck had to go home. All she wanted was to lock herself inside her room, her sound system blasting words she felt the need to scream at the top of her lungs, but couldn't, wouldn't.

She brought her free hand to her forehead and kept it there for less than a heartbeat, quickly running it through her short hair as she turned around to face the voice that had called out to her. No more bad inches to cut, she told herself, just bad roots. The irony of the thought brought a small smile to her lips, a smile that seemed to cause her seeker's shoulders to relax slightly.

Oliver. He just couldn't help but worry about them as if they were his own children.

"I was going to ask you for a huge favor but by the look on your face I have this feeling that you are actually going to be extremely grateful for this opportunity." Oliver started, raising an eyebrow in a rather challenging way. When it came to Gail, he seemed to evaluate her state of mind by weighting the level of sarcasm in her replies.

He was met by silence.

Oliver almost shuddered. He stood strong on his own two feet though, giving her time to decide whether she felt like talking about what was going on or not. That was something he always did. No matter what the situation, he always left more than enough space and time for his colleagues to decide whether they wanted to share what was on their minds or not. He knew exactly when to stop pushing, when to let go. That was why most people ended up looking for him for advice, or just to vent.

This was his family and he was not about to let it fall apart. Ever.

"Not sure I can handle another shift today, but I bet Price would love the opportunity." Gail replied with a shrug. "Oh, and can you imagine how grateful the people from the Penny would be if, even is just for a day, there was no Dov and Chloe show? I bet they would be ecstatic!"

"Mmmh, right. I will take the mighty people of the Penny into consideration," Oliver started again, this time feeling slightly more relaxed for, even though the reply had come a bit late, it had come with quite a temper. "But am afraid it will have to wait for a next time as I am not about to ask you to stay for another shift, but to pack for a conference in Vancouver."

Oliver had to stop himself from laughing at the clueless expression that took over Gail's pale face – was it just him or she was actually looking much paler than usual? There she was, though, the Gail that he knew and adored.

"Right. There is going to be a conference in Vancouver this weekend and you are the chosen one." Oliver's voice tone went all theatrical on those last two words. He just couldn't stop himself. He was certainly not expecting an applause from this particular audience though – and he was right not to for Gail was still staring rather quizzically at him.

"Ahem. Right. Again." Oliver cleared his throat before focusing his attention back on Gail, ready to dismiss her after giving her the last few details. "Basically it's a conference for homicide aficionados and we think you are about the only one ready to deal with that kind of crowd."

"Shouldn't it be Steve?" She asked, interrupting his speech as he took a moment for a breath and to give her an envelope where she guessed she would find the rest of the information and the plane tickets. "I am not really a detective."

"Yet." Oliver said, stopping her before she started rambling about hierarchies. There was no point. It had to be her. They had asked for her. "And perhaps you should be." He added, causing Gail to raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Anyway, it's not really up for discussion. You are going and your plane leaves in about 2 hours. That gives you more than enough time to pack and whatnot." He nodded reassuringly. "Do try to have the time of your life, okay? They are actually giving you Monday off to enjoy the wonderfully cold views of the beautiful city of Vancouver."

"Wait, Oliver, what the hell am I supposed to talk about?" Gail, still standing on the very same stop, seemed to have finally awoken for the fact that she was supposed to give some sort of lecture to a crowd of nerds whose kryptonite seemed to be homicide.

"You will be fine, Peck. Just be your charming self." She heard him yell as he kept walking towards his office.

"Fucking great. Just what I needed." Gail mumbled under her breath, turning around to make her way out of the station. Not only had she missed her ride to the sanctuary she had been longing for ever since the beginning of the week, she was now also running against time, having to pack and make her way to the airport.

She considered for a moment whether she should go back or not, to try to convince Oliver that she wasn't the right person and to see if there was still anyone around that could possibly give her a ride home. But, as she stood outside wondering, she noticed Holly's car pulling up. That was not something she was ready to deal with now.

"Oh, hell with it." She said to no one in particular, running towards the cab that had just left someone who looked ready to place a few complaints at the station. Perhaps Oliver was right. Perhaps going to Vancouver for the weekend would be interesting. Apparently they, whoever they were, had given her some extra time out to actually go sightseeing. She still had no idea of what she was supposed to talk about, but she had a feeling she would find out soon enough.

Little did she know that Dr. Holly Stewart had been called in for the very same reason. It's bound to get interesting, huh?