Ship
It was a rare day at the Hale residence. (The one in New York, at least.) Kat's crew was gathered there, though they weren't working on any jobs at the moment. It was simply a lazy day. Simon was lounging on one of the many couches, typing away on a laptop. Gabrielle was sprawled out on the same couch, reading a book. The Bagshaws were off doing who-knows-what, while Hale and Kat curled up on a couch in a fluffy ball of cuteness.
Kat was just about to fall asleep in Hale's lap, when Gabrielle jumped up from the couch and made a noise that somewhat resembled some kind of screeching bird. Kat jumped, accidentally hitting Hale's jaw with her head. She hastily muttered an apology before turning and glaring at her cousin.
"What happened now?"
Gabrielle stared at Kat with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, then stared down at her book, then looked back at Kat, then looked at her book again. Kat rolled her eyes as a slow grin made it's way to Gabrielle's face. She threw the book down and started doing a little happy dance around the living room while her friends stared in astonishment.
"Um. Gabby? You okay?" Hale asked tentatively. None of them had ever seen her react this way to a book.
"Am I okay? I'm more than okay! My OTP has finally become canon!"
Because none of them were fangirls (or fanboys), no one really knew what Gabrielle was talking about. They nodded anyway, feigning excitement, while simultaneously shrinking away from the blonde girl.
When Gabrielle pulled Simon up from the couch and starting dancing with him, Hale and Kat decided they had seen enough. They eased out of the room with stealth, still staring at Gabrielle with wide eyes. Simon shot them a 'help me!' look over her shoulder, but Kat just mouthed 'sorry' and pulled Hale the last few feet out of the room. Simon, still shocked (and somewhat afraid) continued dancing with Gabrielle, silently vowing that, one day, he would get revenge on Kat and Hale.
