The elevator
"Hold the elevator please!"
Gail doesn't hear the cry; she's way too focused on the file in her hands. She continues to flip the pages over and scowl at the words on the page. She really has no clue what she's looking at. It's like this report is written in a different language, a language she doesn't understand, nerd language. Gail softly chuckles to herself at her nerd joke.
Someone enters the elevator and says, "I asked you to hold the elevator."
Gail looks up; she's seen this brunette before, not around work, but definitely somewhere… "sorry?" Gail wasn't listening; someone could have yelled 'fire' and it probably wouldn't have torn her eyes off these pages, well…to be fair, Gail probably would have noticed if someone yelled 'fire'.
The brunette looks at Gail, "never mind, you weren't listening."
Gail Peck, not much of a saying sorry kind of a gal, finds herself saying, "sorry," again.
The brunette smiles, "you said that already."
"I thought it sounded familiar." Is Gail hitting on this beautiful woman? Gail shakes her head, be professional, she is at work after all. "It's just these case notes, I have no idea what this forensic pathologist is saying in her notes."
"Mind if I take a look?"
Gail gives this lady a once over, she looks like she belongs in this building, she also has blue folders in her hands, so clearly she's trusted with them. And at this point, Gail could use all the help she could get, she was on her way to ask Steve since he has more experience reading these files, but sometimes her pride stops her from asking her older know it all brother. Gail hands over the folders to the lady in the elevator.
"Okay, so what are you confused about?" the brunette with glasses quickly reads over the pages. She listens to Gail ask a few questions, she easily answers them for the blonde, the elevator door opens and the two walk out into the hallway upstairs in the precinct. The two continue to discuss what's written on the pages and everything begins to become clearer for Gail. The blonde is starting to think she is finally understanding what the forensic pathologist was trying to convey.
"I think I got it," says Gail. She sticks out her hand, "Gail Peck, detective, I work here at the 15."
The brunette goes to shake the blonde's hand, "Doctor Holly Stewart, forensic pathologist, I work over in the labs."
Gail quickly opens up the folder she's been reading and re-reading for the past several hours and reads the name of the person who performed the autopsy, "Holly Stewart."
"That's me," Holly confirms, tiny smile on her beautiful face.
"Why are you such a nerd?"
Holly can't help but laugh, "excuse me?"
"Why did you use such technical terms?" Gail clarifies.
"Oh, I don't know, that's what I'm used to. That's how I was taught and that's how I was trained to do it, so that's how I write my reports," Holly kind of babbles her explanation.
"Ah, well, don't. None of us understand nerd talk."
Holly laughs again, "nerd talk?"
"Yes," Gail looks at Holly with a very serious face, "you Holly Stewart are a nerd, but you were able to explain it to me, so maybe next time, write that, simplify it, if you would. Maybe over time I'll understand nerd talk, but for now I don't, and I've been staring at this case for most of the day ready to kill this Dr. Stewart."
"And now?" Holly smirks, wanting to hear what the blonde has to say.
"She's too cute to kill, later nerd." With that Gail walks to her office, leaving the new forensic pathologist in the hallway.
Later that night Gail is in the lobby of her apartment building, she's waiting for the elevator, it arrives, she steps in. She hits the button for her floor; the doors are about to close when she hears, "hold the elevator please!"
