Chapter 3 - Wrong Assumption
They sat in a coat closet tipsy from the bubbly liquor. The funny thing about alcohol was that Gail was able to drink like a sailor and still keep on track with whatever was going on, but half a bottle of champagne made her goofy and asked questions about two girls getting ready for a date.
Before she could comment more on Holly's style, she felt soft lips being pressed against hers. It was the third time in her life, her body reacted extremely at someone else's touch, and all three times it was with this one person who in some unexplainable way was able to send a lightning bolt through her body, being accompanied with a waterfall buzzing in her head and this time there were sparks spread from her heart to the tiptoes. And Gail could not get enough of the weird feeling. She could not get enough of Holly and she wanted to get to know her with everything she came.
She was so shocked she barely perceived the scientist calling her insane. Such a diagnose she would expect from another kind of doctor, nevertheless the brunette was not that far from the truth as the next question was spoken. "When can I meet your daughter, anyway?"
Holly almost choked on the drink she had just sipped. Coughing heavily she asked, "What do you mean?"
"That kid of yours, she is your daughter, right? When can I meet her? Don't worry, I am great with kids. Well, I am a kid myself sometimes."
"You still don't get it, do you, Gail?"
"Blame my intoxicated brain."
The brunette sighed and stood up. There was a feeling of irritation coming from the older woman. The officer was not sure how she could recognize the emotion but the ability to read this person was stronger with every day they spent together.
"Gail, let's put the rudeness on my inebriation; I will be quite straightforward here and save you more social faux pas. I have never given birth to anybody. You should have asked, although I wouldn't expect this assumption from you." The blonde went from the shock of the kiss to the shock of this revelation. "Anyway, thanks for the invitation. Plus one forever," she saluted with the bottle and took off leaving Gail dumbstruck.
The cop had no idea how to approach Holly after their last conversation. She knew she made her friend upset the night before. So at least she tried to send a text message to break the ice.
Hey, Nerd, why does my head feel like a really bad marching band?
There was no answer from the doctor for the whole day. At the end of her shift, the blonde decided for another attempt. Why she was trying so hard was beyond her reasoning; she just had to.
Sorry for assuming. I will bring lunch tomorrow, so don't hide from me.
By the time she arrived home, there was a message back which created a huge smile on her face.
How can I say no to food? ;) Truth, wolves were always hungry. Sorry for the late reply, I was deep in autopsy. The guy looked like Dali used him as a blueprint. I had to catalogue every inch.
The ice was broken. They were back to their usual kind of friendship.
What an eventful day. It took them several hours to find Chris's son only to discover he was not his but some football coach's. Gail felt sympathy for her flatmate but having an excuse to visit the lab and spend the day with her interesting, smart and weird friend who really rocked at her job was a good part of her shift. And it was one of those shifts she did not want to end on time. She wished for some more extra analytic samples to come on that coach and to find who knew what, just so she could be at the laboratory longer.
The other reason was that her mother decided to find her a mate on her own and kept setting her on dates with every available bachelor in the force. Elaine told her that once she met her mate, the nature would show her, even if he was a human, however the only nature calls were those to washrooms.
Maybe Traci was right and she deserved to be happy. However the only person who made her feel that way was a certain pathologist. Within a few seconds she decided for one call to the scientist and the second one to the guy with the fake British accent cancelling the date.
On the other hand, being locked in a cage with flying balls in a light speed, defending herself only with a piece of stick, it was not such a good idea either. Out of reflexes she threw the bat away and caught the ball. Totally embarrassed but laughing heartily, she tossed the ball away, uttered a quick apology and ran out.
To make it up to the blonde, Holly took her out for burgers with double meat and extra sweet potatoes fries.
"Why does your mother keep setting you on dates?" asked the brunette after her companion told her about a miserable randevouz she had attended the day before.
"I guess it's her way of making sure I would not end up as a lonely spinster. And yeah, I told her off several times, but well, that's my mother."
"Have you told her you met your mate?"
The cop raised her eyebrows. "Holly, wolves don't lie. You know, heartbeat, increased body temperature, avoidance... those signs of telling anything but the truth," she reminded her friend.
"But you…" the doctor trailed off with a small sigh. She shook her head and smiled her typical lop-sided grin. "For a straight A student, you can be really clueless."
"What do you mean?"
Holly looked at her watch. "I am sorry to cut it short today, but I have to go," she apologised standing up. "Do you want a ride?"
"That would be great," she agreed and also stood up collecting her belongings. "Why am I clueless?" Alas she did not receive the answer as the brunette laughed it off.
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