Hey, so yeah… this is my first attempt at any sort of fan fiction! I've been reading them for a while and these last few weeks I've gone through a break up and some horrible exams and I guess you could say officer lunchbox/golly has become my own personal form of soppy escapism and I've been reading this stuff faster than its being updated so… now IM FREE! Exams are over, its summer, I've got 6 weeks of doing absolutely nothing until I start my internship and as much as I enjoy lazing in the so called British sun, drinking cider and watching rugby I thought I would give this writing stuff a crack.
Okay so please be kind, English is my first language but I'm severely dyslexic and I do a maths degree so I don't write often. If you notice any errors or mistakes please message me or something! Criticism is (kinda) appreciated, preferably positive will try to include any suggestions too.

On with the story- It's an AU, kinda using an idea from the film Departed, Undercover Cop straight out of the academy. Holly will appear… eventually. Possibly slow burn, hopefully Office Lunchbox.

Chris, Andy, Dov and Traci and a few others of the top tier recruits fighting for places in 15th division were sat around one table chatting about her.
"I wonder why she wasn't there?" Andy asked curiously to the group.
"Hopefully they kicked her out."
"Shut up Dov," Chris snapped back "She's not that bad once you get to know her."
"When did you start defending her?"
Probably when they started sleeping together, thought Gail, maybe she shouldn't have been listening in, but then again maybe they shouldn't be talking about her.

"They wouldn't kick her out" Traci jumped in, saving Chris from a very awkward explanation.
"Give a guy some hope" Dov muttered under his breathe.
"Its probably to do with her parents" Andy chipped in, answering her own question.
Gail couldn't stand it any more, she round the corner and entered the room, boxes in hand. The group went silent, Traci nudged Andy who was mid rant about how having family high up in the force was a major advantage.
Chris stood up and quickly made his way round to her,
"Can I help?"
"I don't need any help from you" She snapped back instinctively, regretting it almost straight away, Chris had showed her kindness regardless of how much of a bitch she had been to all of them.
"What's with the boxes?" Dov practically shouted across the cafeteria, alerting everyone who wasn't already staring to the situation.
Gail glared at him, his sudden outburst of confidence disappeared rapidly as he sunk into his chair avoiding the hate being thrown his way.
"What the fuck do you think? And why the fuck do you care? Oh wait, that's right you only care cause I'm your competition right?' !" Slamming her box down on the table beside them. "Well you don't have to fucking worry about that any more, I'm outta here," she zeroed in on Dov. "And you, well you better hope I never see you again, cause there's nothing stopping me from kicking your ass now."
This was the only part she had looked forward to, the scared expression on Dov's face, he had been such a dick to her from the second he found out her last name, she couldn't help who her parents were. Chris tugged on her arm trying to get her to turn around
"Get off me Chris!" She said as she span around and shoving Chris away. He stumbled back a few paces, Gail was stronger than she looked, his face dropped immediately, he looked so crushed. She didn't want to hurt him, but she had orders, she had to do this, she had to make it seem like she was leaving and not coming back.

She arrived at the office 5 minutes early, she was meant to be in a briefing with the rest of the recruits, they were being told the details of their passing out parade.
"Hello, can I help?" asked the lady behind the desk, she was an older lady, in her late 50s. The way she sat, her calm demeanour, how she spoke, Gail knew she must have been a cop at one point.
"Yes, Peck, Gail. I have an appointed at 12 with Garret."
"You're a few minutes early, but he's expecting you, please go through."
Suddenly the nerves hit her, why was she here? She reached the door, took a moment to compose her self and walked in.
"Sir I,.."
"Peck," Garret was stood behind his desk, hunched over a pile of paper work his uniform shirt unbuttoned at the top, his hair a mess, sweat building on his brow. "Good you're here, sit…" Looking up at her through his eyebrow not moving his head, "..please" he added.
"Of course sir."
He tapped the desk a few times with his fist before he finally moved back off the desk, "I guess you're wondering why you're here?"
"Yes." She was sat upright, fighting herself to remain as professional as possible; good posture had been drilled into her in the Peck household, her hands were flat on legs just above her knees, and she was trying her hardest not to fidget.
A million things were running through her head, this was the end, the last week of the academy, everyone who wasn't up the challenge had already been asked to leave, in some cases forcefully so, she couldn't be one of them.
She had been trained for this her entire life, physically she was in great shape, she worked out every day, yoga every morning, followed by the gym and swimming, I mean she had abs. Academically she had always had to study hard but kept straight As through high school, she knew multiple languages, French, sign language and Spanish. And mentally Gail knew how to keep her cool.
She couldn't be being asked to leave, that wasn't a possibility, she was a Peck, she HAD to be a cop, it was in her blood.
"Peck, we need your help."

Okay so lemme know what you think, is it worth continuing?