Guest and everyone else who has asked over the years, why so short?: I noticed that if I write it any longer, I wont reread it, I find when I don't reread it it begins to make less sense than it should…I can try to make it longer, but I probably wont…
"How was it?" Holly asks Gail, they are at some crime scene; some gangster took out two foot men from a competing gang, a real mess.
"How was what?" asks Gail, who is busy taking pictures, sure the lab takes the most pictures, but Gail likes to have a few of her own for just in case reasons, ones she can access a lot quicker.
"Trivia night," says Holly, as she picks up another slug and puts it in an evidence bag. If she had nothing on the go, Holy would have totally said yes to hanging out with Gail and her friends. She's noticed that the blonde likes to give her fellow officers a hard time and poke fun at them of sorts, but Holly just finds it all amusing, Gail pretends she doesn't like them, but they all know that that isn't true.
"Oh, fine, Rodney and I won, so he and I are automatically a team for next time. He surprisingly has a lot of knowledge about sports," Gail comments.
Holly scoffs, "why surprising? Because he wears a lab coat and occasionally glasses, that he must be a nerd, that in his spare time he probably only plays video games, that the only sports he plays are electronic."
"No," Gail frowns, "because whenever Sam or Chris or Steve talk about sports, Rodney never joins in on the conversation." Gail gives the doctor a quizzical look.
"Oh," says Holly. "Oh," she repeats herself, "well, he is a little bit shy."
"Uh-huh," Gail agrees. "How was your night out?" Gail changes the conversation slightly, feeling that she may have embarrassed the brunette, and normally she likes to make people feel uncomfortable, but Holly isn't people.
"It was fine, it was pleasant."
"That's it?" questions Gail, "that sounds boring."
Holly laughs slightly, "everyone behaved and was on their best behaviour."
"Pfft," says Gail, "if you ever ask me to hang out with your friends, I'm going to say 'pass'."
Holly laughs.
Just then Traci enters, "what have we got Doc?"
Holly kicks into professional forensic pathologist mode, "two males, look to be about mid 30s, both have gunshot wounds to the chest, that looks to be what killed them, wont know more until we get them back to the lab."
"Peck?" Traci asks.
Gail points to something at the end of the alley, "did you notice the garbage bags when you first came in?"
Traci looks over her shoulder to where the blonde detective is pointing, "yes, you think someone from last night put something in them, should we search through them?"
"They look like someone fell on top of them," says Gail, "what if these two were being chased, one tripped into the bag, got up and then, well…" Gail trails off looking at the two dead bodies.
"Yes, we will look through them, best to have all the evidence." Traci puts on a pair of gloves, she leans over the bodies to empty out the pockets, Gail hands her an evidence bag, "thanks. Ok," Traci opens the man's wallet, "Mr. Trevor Thint, from Toronto, no driver's license, just a health card."
"That's not uncommon, I know a lot of people who were born and raised here and don't have their driver's license, they just rely on public transportation."
"Really?" questions Holly. She kind of startled the two detectives. "Sorry," says the doctor, pushing her glasses back up her nose.
Gail continues to examine the body, walking around the two guys as she answers Holly's question, "yes, between the buses and the train and the street cars, plus you've seen our streets with all the bike lanes. Cars are kinda useless in Toronto, unless you need to go somewhere outside of the city," Gail clarifies, "but even then, we got two airports, a train station, a bus station. You could get real far without a driver's license."
"True," says Holly, "living out in the county, you needed a license if you wanted to get anywhere, all those long farm fields, makes for a long walk or bike ride."
Gail starts to laugh, "did you ever watch that show 'Country Mouse and City Mouse'?"
"Please don't call me country mouse," says Holly.
Gail thinks for a second, deciding whether she should press her luck, she is at work….she'll keep it professional, "I wasn't," Gail insists, however...
"And no, I didn't, I was a little too old for it when it came out."
Gail shoots her a look, "me too, you're only a couple of years older than me, whatever," she waves her hand, "I would babysit these two kids in my neighbourhood after school and they loved to watch the program, it was actually entertaining and educational-"
"Not as educational as that," smiles Traci, cutting off the blonde, "you were a babysitter?" always happy to tease the blonde.
"Shut up," says Gail, wanting to get back to why she brought up the show.
"Have you always been good with kids, I bet they loved you, Leo loves you," Traci says.
"Detectives," Steve Peck walks into the alley, immediately making Traci stop talking, "this looks like a case for Guns and Gangs," says Steve.
Steve's comment makes Gail roll her eyes, "could you have said it in a more Scooby Doo manner Fred?"
Steve ignores his little sister, "Dr. Stewart you can stay. Nash and Peck, you can head back to the station, I'm sure there's something you two could be doing, we'll take it from here, thanks though," he says thanks as if it were an afterthought.
Gail and Traci stand up, they were still emptying the dead men's pockets, they hand over their evidence bags. Gail says to Steve, "you should check those garbage bags."
"We already are Gail," says Steve in a placatory tone.
Gail rolls her eyes again, brothers.
"Let's go city mouse," Traci smiles to Gail.
"Ha, whatever city mouse," Gail says making her partner laugh.
"We might need new nicknames…."
"Ok Daphne."
"If I'm Daphne, you're Shaggy," says Traci, making Gail actually laugh.
"Ok," says Gail, as they get into the squad car, they take the short drive back to the station.
"If I'm Daphne and your brother is Fred, and you're Shaggy," Traci starts.
"Holly is obviously Velma."
"Obviously," agrees Traci. The two are now entering the station. "But who's Scooby Doo?"
"Hey guys," greets Chris with a smile from the front desk standing up from his chair, "back so soon?"
The two detectives look at each other and say in unison, "Chris."
"What?" asks their fellow rookie and friend, completely confused, "what?" he asks again when no one clues him in.
Gail walks over and pats his cheek, "nothing, you're a good boy."
Chris still slightly confused, "uh, okay, thanks."
"Want a snack?" asks Gail.
"Maybe?" he looks at Traci with a slightly scared look on his face.
Traci laughs at her two friends.
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