Anon prompt: Holly and that bike!
(the photo of Aliyah O'Brien : kiarcheo. tumblr post/ 90775997849/ onetownthatwontletyoudown-sharmenthelword-i )
"No, I don't think you get it."
"Gail, people doing crazy things in the name of love that's like…everyone knows it." Holly was sitting watching Gail devouring her second burger. Apparently Gail's already phenomenal appetite had been awakened by their short exploit at the batting cage. Or near-death escape, as Gail told her when she demanded to be taken out to eat as compensation.
"No. Seriously." Gail shook her head, trying to make Holly understand. "This guy showed up on a white horse. Dressed like a prince or something. Like…blue satin vest, tights. Holly, tights! And a flabby hat with a fucking feather. And let's not forget the cape."
"Snow White's Prince Charming." Holly nodded knowingly.
"Nerd."
"So, why did he…"
"They had a fight or something." Gail rolled her eyes.
"I have two questions for you." As Gail nodded, she continued. "One. Where did it happen? And why where you there? And two—"
"That's already two questions. But I'll be generous and answer anyway. We were called because the horse got crazy, threw them off and set off running and crashing things and running over people." She grinned. "Watching Chris and Dov trying to catch it...I had a lot of fun that day."
Holly suppressed a smile. "Second question. Did she forgive him?"
"I said that it throw them off, didn't I? You wouldn't be a good detective." Gail faked a disappointed sigh. "She mounted…and maybe that's what set the horse off. But yeah, she forgave him. Don't know why, it was an embarrassing display. I'd have dumped him on the spot."
"So that wouldn't win you over?" Holly asked, curiously, amused.
"A white horse? Nahh. Had it been an Harley Davidson…" Gail wriggled her eyebrows.
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"Holly?" Gail whispered as to have confirmation that the woman waiting for her, wearing leather jacket, Ray-Ban and generally looking like a badass was indeed her Lunchbox.
"Hey," Holly gave her a tentative smile. "I know it's not an Harley Davidson…"
"What are you doing?" Gail took a step closer.
"I was hoping to get you to climb on it." The doctor pushed herself off from the bike.
"And why is that?" she asked, looking around and acting disinterested.
"Because it would mean you forgive me."
"Yeah?" Gail looked at her from beneath her lashes as she heard the hopeful tone.
"Yeah. And I promise I'll keep control of it. And we won't need cops."
"No need for cops, uh?"
"Nope. I only need you."