Part 2 of this three-shot is from Gails POV

It couldn't be her. It just couldn't be. Holly was in San Francisco, there was no way I just saw her. Holly isn't in Toronto anymore. She hasn't been here for a long time. Furthermore she wouldn't come back without saying something, except… except she forgot about me.

I let my head hung and took a deep breath.

"Gail, what the hell?" Franky yelled at me as she caught up with me. Once I looked her in the eye she gasped, "woah, what happened you look like you saw a ghost." "Franky, who was that?" I asked her without answering. She pointed over her shoulder towards where we just came from and I nodded. "The dead people doc? Rodney, and this chick was probably his assistant or something." I growled a bit as said chick. She looked at me with concern.

"Gail, tell me," she pressed.

"It's her," I whispered

"Who?"

"Holly," I said through gritted teeth.

"Shit," she muttered, "I can take this case alone if you want to, we have enough work anyway." I shook my head immediately. I'm a Peck I couldn't show weakness. I straightened my back and took a deep breath before I turned around and walked back. "Rodney," I greeted him and he nodded at us. I tried to focus on Rodney but couldn't help myself and look over to the car where Holly was. Her back was towards us, she sat at the edge of the truck bed and looked up. She looked beautiful. I shook my head and look back at Rodney again. "I'm going to pick up our bag," Franky, who had her eyes narrowed at Holly the whole time, growled.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Rodney started. I lifted my hand to interrupt him immediately.

"What do we have?" I trained my eyes at the victims wounds.

"Sure Detective," he said, "the woman has, apart from her GSW, no visible injuries. Once I have her on the table I can confirm this. The wound to her chest combined with the blood here lead me to the assumption that she died due to this," he said as he pointed to the wound in her chest.

"You know something about the time of death yet?" I asked him.

"According to her temperature she died approximately 2 hours ago," he said.

I got up again and looked over to the bridge again, "Okay Rodney, the crime techs should be here any minute. Will you be able to transport her once they are here? Franky and I will head to the station and start investigating. The Officers over there will stay with you. Call when you have something," I said turning towards our car.

"Okay Detective, I'll let you know when I know something." Once I took my first step towards the car he stopped me by my arm, "and Gail, talk to her," he said with a soft voice.

I pulled my arm free and continued towards the car. I passed Holly's car and wondered if I should go over to her or not. Holly was sitting on the bed of their van and hung her head. Even without seeing her face I knew she felt miserable.

I was drawn to her like metal was drawn to a magnet but fought the urge to go there. Now was not the time nor the place.

I opened the passenger side to our car and watched Franky give instructions to the Officers on scene before she joined me in the car.

I handed the keys to her, "You wanna talk?"

"Nope," I answered. Thankfully she accepted it and we drove to the station in silence.

"So what did Rodney say?" she asked as we entered the parking lot.

"Not much, the GSW seems to be the wound that killed her and she was shot about 2 hours ago," I said.

"Okay, the Officers first on scene found the purse we took out from under the bridge. While I was walking over to the car I checked it and found her driver's license," Franky rattled down all information we had so far while we walked over to our desk.

After we were researching for a little longer Franky went out to get some lunch for us. Of course the Lab would use these five minutes to call us with information.

"Hey Gail, we found something. Could one of you come over?" Rodney said. He's voice told me that it was important so I decided to head over to the Lab myself.

"Okay Rodney, I'm coming over immediately," I said already grabbing my jacket.

When I entered the Lab I was double checking every corridor for Holly. I wasn't sure if I wanted to meet her or trying to hide from her. I reached the doors to Rodney's Office without running into Holly.

"So what's so important," I asked as I entered through the door. Instead of Rodney I was faced with Holly. We just stared at each other for a few moments. As I tried to take a step back, she took a step forward.

"Gail," she whispered. I shook my head and swallowed hard.

"Rodney called me, he has some info for us," I said. Holly winced as I said us and I almost felt sorry for her.

"Okay well, I don't know where he is. He called me down here and when I entered he wasn't here," she said. "Do you think we got stood up?"

I shrugged. I honestly didn't know what to say. Instead I was contemplating whether or not I should leave the room.

It seemed like my mouth had decided already when I heard a word go over my lips, "When?"

"Yesterday," she answered. It calmed me down a little. At least she hasn't been here for weeks already.

"Why didn't you say something? Why didn't you call?" I asked. My voice betrayed me by breaking just a little, but I knew that Holly heard.

"I wasn't sure what to say, I wasn't sure how to face you," she admitted.

"So what? You just decided to storm back to Toronto. Start a job with the lab and think I won't find out. Wow Holly, that's low," I said bitterly.

"Of course not, Gail. It's not like that," she pleaded.

"Then tell me how it is. Because from my point of view it sure looks like it," I said raising my voice a little.

"Can we please not do this here?"

"Why not? Isn't this where it all started? Isn't this where you told me about your someone else? Didn't you tell me here that you would leave just a few hours after you fucking made me say that I loved you?" I almost yelled. I could feel tears forming in my eyes and saw that the same was happening to her.

I had to leave. I couldn't be in the same room with her when she looked so heartbroken. I saw this expression once before and it still haunts me in my dreams. I ran out of the office and towards my car. This was where I finally broke down. Hidden in a far-away and barely lit spot I let the tears fall.

"Fuck," I yelled and slammed my hand against the steering wheel rapidity.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I said again and again and again. I was a wreck and she knew. Holly always knew. I don't know how long I was sitting in the car crying when my phone lit up and indicated a call from Rodney.

"What?" I barked in the phone.

"Woah. I just wanted to ask where you are, I was waiting in the morgue for you but you didn't come," he said calmly.

"What the hell Rodney? I went to your office where you sent Holly to. So what the fuck are you playing?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Well shit, no Gail I asked Holly to my Office so you wouldn't run into her on your way to the morgue. Her Office is right outside the autopsy room," he explained. I felt like a fool. He wanted to protect me not hurt me.

"I'm coming," I said and hung up. I checked myself in the mirror and apart from my puffy eyes I looked okay, so I decided to go to the washroom before meeting him in the morgue.

"Hey Rodney," I said when I entered the morgue. The woman we found this morning was lying on his table cut open with her heart placed on another, smaller table under a magnifying glass.

"Gail hey, I'm really sorry for what happened," he started but stopped after it. I was grateful because I really did not want to be reminded of my encounter.

"Okay, so when I took her heart out I found plastic and wool in the wound. I'm running tests as we speak but to me it looked like someone was trying to silence the sound with a self made muffler," he explained.

"Rodney, does it make sense to you that someone used a muffler in Riverdale Park? I mean the next houses are quite far away and Don River as well as the train bridge are quite loud anyways," I said more to myself than to him, "unless…"

"Unless they were not alone, someone was with them and they were not supposed to hear what was happening," he said.

"Thanks Rodney, appreciate it. Let me know when you have the results," I said as I headed out the morgue and pulled out my phone to call Franky.

"Franky, we need all security tapes we can get from Riverdale Park, also we have to check social Networks if some groups were out there tonight. Rodney found something interesting. I'm on my way back," I explained to her while I was rushing to the car.

Later on we found a group of young people that was posting pictures and videos of themselves partying in Riverdale Park on social medias and invited them over for questioning. It turned out one of them killed our victim because she broke up with him and was dating someone new. Because he didn't want her to find happiness without him he decided to end her life by starting a fight so their friends would give them space and he could kill her and leave her behind.