Prompt: Hey... This is gonna sound creepy but hear me out, k? I was just thinkin about Gail and Holly and their first steps. And it came to me that the first real smiles and banter they had was in the morgue right? So... call me crazy but suddenly I had the idea in my head and its really insane but I had the idea that that should be THEIR place. So I wanted to write a fic where one of them proposes there ("I could live here", so Holly?) but I am shit at writing. Do you want to take a shot at this?
Gail had a feeling something was off as she strolled past security with a nod and a smile at good ol' Barry. Even if it was a slow day at the lab, it normally wouldn't be as quiet and empty as this. But she just shrugged the feeling away and continued down the hallway to the morgue to pick her girlfriend up for date night.
When she arrived at the doorway, Holly was sitting on a stool and had her back facing the door. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and she was wearing the greenish blue fleece jacket and a pair of jeans, the outfit the brunette wore when they first met in the woods. Gail smiled softly at the memory, her heart swelling against her chest. She knocked against the cold tiled wall twice and walked into the room.
"Hey, lunchbox. You ready to leave?"
When Holly turned around on her stool with her hands on her lap and a red velvet box held preciously between her sweaty palms, Gail's movements stilled involuntarily and her heart almost leapt out of her chest.
"What are you…"
Gail trailed off, unable to finish her sentence as the brunette stood up from her seat and walked towards her. With every step Holly took, however small, her heart would threaten to stop beating and she'd forget to breathe. When Holly opened the small box, she gasped loudly at the sight of the ring. The sapphire stone sparkled under fluorescent lighting of the morgue, just like Holly's brown eyes when Gail finally looked up from the ring in the brunette's hand.
"You and I, we make a great team, don't you think? I tolerate your love for cheese puffs and you tolerate my habit of rambling at the most random times. I play on the softball team and you're fine with just sitting in the stands eating hotdogs. We both love mint chip ice cream. We both love to stay home and not talk to people for days. You don't mind that I work with dead people all the time and I try not to worry when you go out there and risk your life. I can go on and on, but you get my point right?"
Gail moved her head hoping it would come off as a weak nod and no words could come out between her lips. Holly was right about everything. Putting all the fights and arguments during the beginning of their relationship aside, together they made a great team. They worked. Everything just clicked.
"In case you haven't already noticed, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to come home to you after a particularly hard case. I want to hold you in my arms after a terrible day at the station. I want your joy, your pain, your sadness, your regrets. I want your everything and I want it now. I want forever. I want you."
Holly stretched her arm out further towards Gail, bringing the ring nearer to the blonde. She cleared her throat and drew in a deep breath. "Gail Katherine Peck, will you marry me?"
Both women had tears rolling down their cheeks. Holly was shivering. But was it because of the chilly temperature in the morgue or the anticipation of Gail's answer, she did not know. Her palms were so sweaty she was afraid that the velvet box would slip off of her hand. She'd never been so nervous before in her life, not even during her residency.
But there was nothing to be nervous about. Because Gail'd always say yes to Holly. She'd always choose Holly. Always.
"Yes," Gail nodded fervently as more tears slipped down her cheeks. "A million times yes."
Holly smiled a thousand watt smile as she took the ring out of the box and slipped it onto Gail's pale finger with trembling hands. She sucked in a breath once the ring was securely around her fiancé's finger. It fit Gail perfectly and it looked absolutely beautiful on her. Holly had imagined this scenario a thousand times, but nothing beats looking at the real deal. She was on cloud nine and her whole body was vibrating with happiness.
As Gail pulled Holly in for a long, trembling kiss, Holly melted into the blonde's arms. She was no longer shivering and her heart finally slowed to a steady pace, as if time stood still. They whispered the love and adoration they felt for one another in between languid kisses that used to be urgent only moments earlier, taking all the time in the world to savour each other.
But Gail had to ask her fiancé something.
"Proposing in the morgue, Holly? What a great way to start our marriage." Gail teased the brunette after she pulled away from the kiss. They'd kiss later. They had all the time in the world.
"Well, I wanted to do it in the woods where we first met. But then I'd have to do it in the day and I know how much you hate nature. And this morgue is sort of our place, you know? You said you could live here and I understood that feeling. I'm pretty sure I started falling for you after that."
"How cheesy of you, Stewart." Gail had a brilliant smile plastered on her face that wasn't going to fade anytime soon.
"Please, we both know you love my cheesiness."
"Yeah, I do."
