"I know everybody's probably tired of hearing how great Holly and Gail are," Andy McNally said as she crawled up on a nearby table with a boobie cupcake. She licked off the icing and announced, "I'm the last one, I swear."

"Finally," Gail said. "All the goodwill in the room is making me ill."

Holly had settled back in her own seat and conned Chloe into making her some more Bride drinks. "Might be the drinks," she noted.

"Doing alright, Hol?" Gail asked her, noticing a bit of a sway.

"Great!" Holly grinned and held her drink high in the air. "These are so good!"

"Our job can be dangerous sometimes," Andy said above the crowd. "Everybody in this room knows that. It can be dangerous and scary and unforgiving. It's uncertainty everyday. The people that choose to be with us are thrust into that same uncertainty. They don't ask for it like we do, but they have to live it to live with us. I hope that all of you partners, wives, and husbands know that we don't take that lightly. That being said, sometimes the reputation of the job proceeds it and, well…"

"Why can't you find out?" Holly asked Andy for the millionth time as they hit rush hour traffic. "You could find out. Just find out!"

"Holly," Andy said in a calm voice, "I've told you what he knew. She's in the hospital. She's conscious."

Holly leg was bouncing uncontrollably as she watched the traffic inch forward. "Conscious."

"Yeah," Andy said. "An altercation. She's conscious."

"Then why isn't she answering her phone?" Holly said tapping her own against her thigh. "Or called me, at least."

"She's in the hospital," Andy answered. "Probably doing some mundane tests, so they can clear her and send her home."

Holly dialed again regardless of Andy's attempt at reassurance. "Oliver was with her?"

"Yeah," Andy said. "Oliver's with her now."

"And he said she was conscious?"

"She's okay, Holly."

"People are always okay until they're not, Andy."

"That's true," Andy acknowledged. "But Gail's Gail, right? She's okay."

Holly was really getting pissed about this traffic. "McNally, I normally wouldn't ask for special treatment, but can't we do some lights and sirens here."

Andy thought about it for about two seconds before flipping them on, "Hang on, Doc."

As soon as Andy pulled into the parking lot, Holly was out the door and running. She saw Oliver outside the building and made a beeline toward him.

"Where is she?" she asked him.

"They just released her." Oliver caught Holly, trying to make her focus on him. "She's right over there."

"Hey!" Gail called to her. "Looking for me?"

Hearing her voice finally allowed Holly to breathe. "Gail?"

"The one and only."

"Damn," Holly said as she jogged to her and collected her in a hug. "Are you alright? Baby, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," Gail said dismissively.

"You were in the hospital."

"A visit," Gail clarified. "Short visit, no big deal."

Holly finally released Gail, only to question her. "What happened?"

"Nothing."

"What happened, Gail?" Holly asked with no room for Gail to shrug it off.

"I got into a little tiff with a hooker."

"A tiff?"

"I told her I was arresting her and she was fairly reluctant to get arrested," Gail explained. "Difference of opinion on the law."

"Did she hurt you?" Holly started to look down Gail's body for any sign of injury.

Gail was stripped down to her undershirt and there was a red stain on the sleeve.

"What's this?" Holly grabbed her sleeve. "Were you bleeding? Did she stab you?"

"No, no," Gail tapped her arm to show her she hadn't been stabbed. "Just a punch."

"Where?"

"Lip," Gail pointed to a mark on her lip where it had been busted. "Bled a lot. A bit deceptive."

Holly finally felt the rest of the tension roll out of her body. "That scared the hell out of me."

"I know," Gail pulled her in for another hug. "I told them not to call you."

"Why would you do that?" Holly squeezed tighter.

"Because it wasn't a big deal."

"Always call me!"

"Okay."

"Gail!" Holly ducked until she caught her eyes, "Always. Call. Me."

"Okay," Gail said sincerely this time.

"Promise."

"I promise!" Gail held up three fingers like a boy scout. She noticed Andy then on the periphery giving them space, "Thanks for bringing her."

"Of course," Andy said. "She was worried."

"I'm okay," Gail said to Holly. "And bonus! Oliver is letting me go home for the day."

"For good behavior," Oliver said as he ambled up to them. "Plus she took a decent right hook and still managed cuff that guy."

"Guy?" Holly screeched.

"She preferred to be called Angelina," Gail said. "Correct pronoun usage dictated 'she.'"

"Angelina was built like a truck," Oliver mumbled.

"Okay, shut up already," Gail said, pulling Holly away quickly. "We're going home."

"Let's go," Holly breathed. She wrapped her arm around Gail's shoulders and led her back toward Andy's car. "Take us home, McNally."

"You're about to be a cop's wife," Andy said to Holly as she stood atop the bar. "And that's a lot. But, you'll also inherit all of us. Good and bad."

Holly already knew the gravity of what she taking on. She knew what it was like to worry. She knew how it was to wait by the phone.

"I wanted you to know, though, that you belong here," McNally said. "You're part of this family. Part of 15. One of us."

Andy hopped down and made her way toward them. She bent down and hugged Holly before doing the same to Gail.

"I know you don't usually do this," Andy said to Gail. "But I'm conveying my happiness for you."

"Ugh," Gail bitched before returning it.