A/N: I did warn you guys there might be a wait on this chapter, but it was longer than I realised. Sorry 0:)

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I have been struggling a bit writing again, so I will be honest, I spat this out in all up a couple of hours, including some parts written on my mobile, so I may have left in a few spelling mistakes, but I really wanted to post something as soon as possible.

To the few of you who bothered to come back again after the hiatus - thank you, and I really hope you enjoy this next chapter!

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Holly leaned against the counter of the small office kitchen that was shared by the morgue and labs, holding a coffee mug in her hands, and grinning from ear to ear. She was completely off in her head, and oblivious to the heat radiating from the ceramic sides of the cup and slightly burning her hands until it got to the stage of actual pain, and then she winced and pulled her palms away, almost spilling the fresh, fragrant liquid over the side with her sharp movement. A loud laugh from the other side of the small room caught her attention and she looked up to find one of her only two friends, other than Gail - what ever you called that - standing in the door way. Felicity was one of the lab girls, a pretty dedicated scientist, but she had what Holly sorely lacked, that innate social ability that let her make friends with everyone and anyone. It was this ability that was the only reason they in fact were friends at all. With normal people of average and polite social skills Holly made an awkward mess of herself and a friendship never managed to evolve from the halting small talk or more often strained silences of the initial conversation. The red head was grinning at her from the entry way, hands on her hips.

"Holly Stewart, you got laid last night," she announced, much too loudly for the brunette's liking, and strode straight towards the fridge, opening the door and searching around for someone else's lunch to steal. Holly felt her cheeks burn bright red and the grin dropped away from her mouth.

"N- no I didn't," she stuttered out in reply. The red head's face reappeared momentarily from behind the refrigerator door, only to give her an incredulous look, scoff, and then return to rooting around through their coworkers food.

"You did so. It is written all over your face. And plus, since when do you ever zone out in the break room? You're usually in and out in five minutes flat, and then drinking your coffee while working again. You never mull around for no apparent reason, this is completely unprecedented, and the only reason I can think to explain this, is that you finally got laid." Felicity's voice is echoing out of the cavern of the fridge, and Holly is just glad that the other woman cannot see her cheeks flaring scarlet again just as they had began to settle down. The worst part is that every time Felicity mentions 'get laid', she gets flashes of last night in her head, and her stomach twists, and she gets a warm sensation in her very low abdomen. She takes a deep breath and then a long sip of hot, strong coffee, and hopes that maybe Felicity will just let this lie, but she should know better.

"So, who is she?" the red head asks as she remerges with a sandwich in hand. But not just any sandwich, Holly's sandwich, which usually wouldn't bug her, except that a very cute officer left it sitting on the bench for her this morning when she had to run off to work early. No-one but her is eating her Gail Special sandwich. She snatches it back, again completely uncharacteristic of her usual nature, and Felicity just looks amused.

"That is my sandwich, and, I'm not telling," she blurts out, holding the sandwich awkwardly in one hand and her coffee in the other. The red head laughs again, and reaches back in to the fridge, this time producing a yogurt with someone's name written along the top in marker, and 'DO NOT EAT THIS FELICITY' written on the side.

"Suit yourself," she shrugs, still smiling, as she rips off the lid and digs a spoon out of the cutlery draw, "But from the looks of your grin, it was pretty good. Nice work Hols." She winks and then turns on her heels and leaves just as quickly as she had entered. The brunette is left with another flash of the previous evening dancing through her brain.

The blonde had been trying to act so confident, but as soon as her clothes were off, and she was lying beneath Holly, the brunette could feel how truly nervous the other woman was. Gail's hands were just slightly shaking as they trailed up Holly's ribcage and then paused. The brunette had to bite her lip to stop herself from encouraging them to continue. The feel of the blonde's finger tips hovering so delicately against her skin, lightly tracing the slight indent the underwire of her bra had left from the clasp done up too tight, was driving her crazy. She felt like she was on fire, heat spreading across her skin from every contact point.

The blonde's breathing was shallow against Holly's mouth as she pulled away just slightly and spoke against her lips.

"What if I don't know what to do?" The question was a muted whisper half buried in their kiss. Holly captured the words in her own mouth along with Gail's bottom lip, which she grazed with her teeth. She had always assumed that come the time when she actually met a nice woman and had sex again, she would be awkward and shy, fumbling and halting, not knowing what she was doing. With Gail though, it felt more natural than it ever had before. She felt herself flush with embarrassment at her sudden bold move, maybe that was too forward? Her own awkwardness seemed to make the blonde beneath her giggle and relax slightly.

"When we first met, and you were wearing those daggy gumboots and that ridiculously sensible and unflattering jacket and snapping back at me sarcastically, I never would have guessed you were so incredibly sexy. I should have though." The blonde let the statement hang in the air, blue eyes staring up into Holly's. Holly smiled warmly and dropped her head to place a tentative voice on the other woman's collar bone.

She knew what she wanted to say - but she just could say it. The words were stuck in the back of her throat. She wanted to be sexy and whisper it in Gail's ear in that kind of husky, sultry tone that the gorgeous blonde used effortlessly, but she knew it wouldn't come out that way. She felt Gail's hand slide down her arm, fingers tracing around the delicate bones of her wrist and interlinking their fingers softly.

"When I first met you, and you were rocking that Police Uniform, with your blonde hair pulled back, and you were throwing snide remarks and witty comebacks at me, I thought you were smoking hot, and would probably be amazing in bed," she whispered, grinning, and felt Gail reach up and hit her lightly on the arm, "Okay maybe not the last part. I did think you were gorgeous though, in a kind of unattainable, straight girl, out of my league way." The last statement was a truth that had been plaguing her mind since that first kiss, because in her head it didn't make sense. Now here she was with Gail lying underneath her, semi naked, touching her and kissing her, and in the back of her mind she was still thinking that any moment the blonde would realise it was all a mistake. She was straight, and in any case, if she were ever going to be seduced by a woman, it would at least be a confident, sexy lesbian, not a dorky nerd with awkward social skills who spoke too much and hadn't had sex for... The insecurities churning through her nerdy, over-thinking brain were interrupted by Gail's delicate hands sliding up over her breasts and cupping them gently. Heat rushed downwards, the fever sensation across the back of her neck and the skin of her chest suddenly moved further south, and her stomach swirled, and dropped, as though she were on a swing coming back down. The blonde kissed her slowly, a deliberate and soft movement that lingered on Holly's now dry lips.

"Oh," she breathed out without thinking, blood rushing to her head, and causing it to spin, "Gail, I think you're going to make a better lesbian than I am," she quipped, and leaned in to kiss the other woman again.

Holly's head was spinning now too, but in a different kind of way. In a giddy way, her body feeling light as she placed her sandwich back in the bridge and sipped her coffee before slowly making her way back to her desk. Felicity was right - getting... laid wasn't the right word. No, sleeping with someone. No, sleeping with Gail, because the who was important, had altered her, in a good way. She would by no usually be heavily back into work. Instead she was leisurely logging back on and taking another drag of caffeine - much needed caffeine after the small amount of sleep she had ended up getting. She checked her phone and found a new message from Gail.

Today just get's better and better - Me and Olly just busted a grow op. We should celebrate later ;)

Holly found herself giggling, shaking her head at the blonde. One reply, and then she would get back to work.

Did you have anything particular in mind?

She noticed the flirty tone in her words as she typed, smiled at this new found flirty side she had discovered, and hit send before she could stop herself. Then she placed the phone in her desk draw and quickly turned herself back to work. At this rate she would be working all weekend to make up for the all the lost time she had wasted.

Several hours later the brunette had finally begun to make headway on several important things she was working on. She took a breath and allowed herself to pull out her mobile phone from the desk draw, as she got up to make herself another coffee. There were multiple new texts from Gail, and she grinned as she opened them.

10:59am: Chuck E. Cheese?

11:15am: You know I was only kidding, right?

12:02pm: I cannot believe that I, Gail Peck, lead officer in the discovery of this grow-op, am now stuck moving plants. Unimpressed nerd. Cancel Chuck E. Cheese - this does not deserve a celebratory pizza.

4:15pm: Do you know where Toronto East General Hospital is?

Holly blinked as she read the last one, her brow furrowing as she read it over again, twice. She glanced at the time, it was currently 4:23, she hurriedly typed back, confirming that she did, and asking for an explanation. You're freaking me out Peck. She hit send and chewed on her nails absentmindedly - a habit she hadn't fallen back on since finals- waiting for a reply. The text came back in a matter of minutes.

Mind picking me up? I'm hopped up on drugs - the good stuff - and I don't think they'll let me operate heavy machinery.