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The Peck & Stewart Spin-Off

Fostering A False Hope - II

Traci concealed a tired sigh yet again. She had been sitting opposite to Sydney Wells for almost two hours now. The redhead social worker was too stubborn for sure. She hadn't budged an inch about the Queens' or any other couple she might be dealing with. "You are giving me no choice, Sydney."

The redhead suspect scoffed shamelessly trying her best to undermine the authority Detective Nash portrayed in the interrogation. "I didn't realize I have a choice," she sagged into the chair, excelling the defeated look.

Traci closed the writing pad she had brought in with her for Sydney's statement. "This is the last time I am asking," she leaned forward and stared into Sydney's defying emerald eyes. "If I walk out of here, the deal is off the table. Completely," Traci tried to warn the foolish woman one last time.

"I will take my chances," Sydney growled, smirking at the detective.

Gail, who had been watching the scene play out inside the interrogation room from the viewing gallery, rivalled the suspect's smug smirk. She licked her lips in sweet anticipation and felt the adrenaline merge with the blood in her veins. She turned to Traci who entered the viewing area bearing a frown of dissatisfaction. "Told you," Gail jibed. "She is pimping out children to be drug mules. Did you really think she would cooperate if you tried to call forth her humanity?" She shook her head. With some people, she just knew, the last resort had to be the first resort. "Now watch me," she pushed her folded shirt arms up the elbows and hardened her features. "When I look at you, turn off the camera."

Traci nodded in an automatic response as she went to stand by the see-through mirror wall. "Get me some names, Peck," she instructed softly before Gail could make the exit.

Gail breathed in sharply before slamming open the door of the interrogation room, startling the suspect relaxing in the chair. She set her jaw tightly and glowered at Sydney for a few seconds. Without faltering her stance or her gaze, she made a show of slowly shutting the door and closing the upper latch before turning to smile evilly at the suspect.

The suspect straightened up and in an effort to appear nonchalant, crossed her arms on the table.

"Detective Peck," Gail pointed at her chest and gruffly introduced herself. "I am not much for manners but let me tell you something about myself." She situated herself on the desk beside Sydney. "I don't care about your rights. Your rights flew out the window the moment I knew how low you could stoop for money." She very calmly laced her fingers together and rested them at her thighs. "I don't know how to play nice. My mother is always telling me to play nice." She shared pointlessly and pretended to be thoughtful for a few seconds. "To be honest, I will need no proof or a paper trail to put your sick ass behind bars. A simple non-existent charge and your case file will rot for years in the courthouse." She untangled her fingers and brought her hands behind her, lifting up her left leg to keep it on Sydney's chair in between the redhead's knees. "Meanwhile you will be transferred from prison to prison and the charges on your file will magically keep increasing." She bent low, closer to Sydney's face. "Every night some prison bitch will come to tame you and keep you in check. Don't worry; I will come by every now and then to ask how you are fairing in your new abode. And one day, when you aren't able to pee without hurting, you will beg me to reconsider. But, you know what, I won't. Because I just won't care about it by then." She inhaled and exhaled languidly. "You still ready to take your chances?"

Sydney swallowed the lump of fear in her throat but kept up the disregarding posture. "You can't do that," she feebly hissed. "The law doesn't allow you to do that." She too knew a thing or two about law.

Gail sneered derisively. "Actually I can. I am somewhat of a royalty and not to mention, quite a few judges changed my diapers when I was a baby." She twisted her face in distaste. That sounded so strange when said out loud. "And what law are you talking about? The same law that provides such gaping loopholes to criminals like you?" She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "All these years dealing with perpetrators like you, I have picked up a few useful tricks." Gail turned to the mirror wall and nodded once. "Take a good look at the camera." She whispered.

Sydney's eyes flicked to the camera in the right upper corner of the room. Her eyes visibly widened when she saw the red light wasn't visible anymore. "You can't do this," she cried desperately.

"There are children involved. I can do whatever I want," Gail ground out through her clenched jaw. "Whatever happens from this moment on will have no existence. I can fucking kill you and nobody will question me. For all they know, this room is empty and closed due to some renovation shit going on." She casually speculated. Both her hands were now resting on the chair behind Sydney's head. "Oh and before I forget," she exhaled heatedly, "you should have taken the deal." The last few words came out strained as she suddenly jumped into action. Both her hands pushed the chair back but her leg kept it from falling on the ground completely. The chair was now solely balancing on its hind legs.

Sydney shrieked and her limbs flailed desperately due to the sudden jerk. Her whole body was shaking in naked terror and her heart was thumping loudly in her ears. In reaction, her hands held on to the detective's forearms in a death grip.

Gail was breathing heavily and erratically. She had to make the suspect believe it. She yanked her right hand free and pulled out her gun from the shoulder holster, instantly digging it under Sydney's chin. "Now," she hissed, "you ready to cooperate or should I start putting bullets in your head." Her forefinger pressed onto the trigger. "One by one."

"Stop...it, fucking stop this...please," Sydney started wailing like a four-year old, shaking her head side to side frantically. Her whole body shivered evidently and her eyes were clenched shut while tears poured down her cheeks. "Don't kill me," she blubbered in between her gasps.

"Ugh," Gail was disappointed. She honestly thought the redhead would hold the ground for at least a few more minutes. She pulled face and righted the chair. "You ready to cooperate?" She asked in a low voice as to not spook the crying woman further, the scene was very distasteful for her. Sydney nodded her head vehemently in agreement. "Good...good," she only had just opened the door when Traci showed up with the yellow writing pad.

"You shouldn't have pulled out your gun, Gail," Traci quietly reprimanded the blonde detective as her lips adorned an amusing smile.

Gail bit into her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing out as she grabbed something out of her left pocket and showed the empty butt of the gun to Traci. "I forgot it needed a mag too," she snorted but covered it up by clearing her throat forcefully. "You call me when you are done, okay?" She told Traci as she inserted the full clip inside her gun before holstering it safely. She turned to glare at Sydney. "Don't make me pay you another visit. I might be extra twitchy, who knows. You wouldn't want me to squeeze the trigger by mistake now, would you?" Her smile was saccharine sweet and she only relented when the redhead suspect nodded in agreement in between the hiccups.

"Nice show in there," Andy caught her as she left the interrogation room. "You really should sell out tickets. You never know...it might turn out to be a good source of some side income for you. You can never have enough money."

Gail laughed along with Andy and accompanied the brunette T.O. to the cafeteria. "That dummy camera thing comes in handy," she mused loudly. Whoever had suggested installing the actual camera out of sight from the suspects was a genius. "You find anything?" She asked Andy as they stopped by the coffee machine.

Andy nodded and a brilliant smile took over her lips. "We found a bloody knife in one of the dumpsters near the crime scene. It could be your murder weapon," she shrugged.

Gail smiled in understanding. "Could be, huh?" She stirred the sugar into the coffee and waited for Andy to continue.

"Well, you know, being such a good T.O. that I am, I didn't let my rookie make any assumptions," Andy chuckled, unable to stop herself. "We searched every single dumpster in the five-block radius. Thoroughly." The last word clearly indicated just how much trouble Duncan must have gone through in the line of duty today.

"Made your day, didn't I?" Gail bumped her shoulder playfully with Andy's. "You're taking my tab tonight." She arched her left brow suspecting some comeback comment but it never came.

"Yeah, sure," Andy agreed. "I took some selfies too, if you want to see?" She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen before excitedly shoving it in Gail's face.

After about five minutes of making fun of the rookie, Gail sighed. "Poor Gerald."

Andy blinked. "Who is Gerald?"

"Gerald a.k.a Duncan," Gail sniggered. "I graciously arranged a naming ceremony for him this morning at the crime scene." She proudly stated, keeping her head high.

Andy frowned slightly in confusion. Gail's antics weren't always that easy or logical to understand so she didn't bother asking. Standing up, she trashed the empty cup. "I just hope I don't get into any trouble. Gerald looks like a tattletale."

"Eh," Gail stood up too. "I was the one who gave the orders. Don't worry." She washed her hands and tore out the paper towel to dry them out. "You dropped the knives at forensics?"

"Hmm, yeah. I had them delivered...hours ago," Andy affirmed and walked out of the cafeteria with Gail. "See you tonight?" She asked the blonde as she walked back to her own desk that was in the opposite direction from Gail's.

The detective assented with a slight nod and went back to her desk. Chris was the only one sitting there. She checked the time and decided to pay a visit to the forensic pathologist. Involuntarily a smile widened her lips at the thought of the tall, brunette pathologist. Glancing at her watch she realized it was already close to four in the evening. Autopsy must have been finished by now. If possible she wanted to wrap this case up by tomorrow itself. After that it was up to Detective Nash how to proceed with the case. Of course, she would be loosely involved but not in an official capacity as it wasn't her department. "Diaz, you are coming with me." She ordered the officer as she struggled with the desk draw. Finally after some fight, it budged. Gail took out the Gum packet from the draw and shoved one into her mouth, closing the draw with her hip.

"Yo, Rod-Rod," Gail's purpose was accomplished when she heard the trademark irritated groan the intern let out. "Aaww...aren't you happy to see me?" She pretended to pout and frowned at him. From behind her, Chris merely watched the exchange with interest. The officer was too familiar with the greeting ritual that always took place with Gail and Rodney.

"No, detective, I am too happy to see you," Rodney forged a delighted smile and gaped at Gail blankly.

Gail smirked at the unintentional opening. She flicked her gaze to Rodney's groin before looking up to catch his confused eyes. "Where is the proof?" She had the audacity to point a finger below Rodney's waist before she gasped dramatically. "You fraud! I knew there is someone else in your life, isn't there?" She advanced toward the poor guy with hands at ready to grip his neck when someone cleared their throat, rather loudly, from behind them.

Rodney literally stumbled a few steps back in order to escape Gail's foreseen attack. "Oh...thank god," he muttered to himself. "Dr. Stewart...I just came by to drop this off," he waved a thin file and dumped it on the counter where a few files lay in quite a haphazard fashion. "Excuse me," he mumbled as he cut himself a safe path and ran for his life. He always feared any kind of interaction with Detective Peck. There was no telling what she would say or ask!

Nobody spoke for a minute. "Do people always run in the opposite direction when they see you?" Holly very bravely made a dig at Gail. She entered the lab and picked up the file Rodney had left for her.

Gail snorted. Was this Dr. Stewart foolish or fearless or both? She would know soon enough. "Nope...just the ones who can't answer my questions." She cleverly delivered a smart reply.

"Ah...I see," Holly absently nodded her head while she kept reading the contents of that file. "What is the question that Rodney couldn't answer?" It was just meant to be a simple question that may initiate an amiable small-talk while she worked simultaneously. The detective was in a better mood than morning or at least appeared to be.

Gail pursed her lips mischievously and stayed quiet for a second, mulling over her answer. But then she shrugged and replied. "He said he was happy to see me but I couldn't see a tent in his pants," she lifted her right shoulder and tilted her head to left, feigning a fairly furtive expression.

Holly snapped her eyes up gawk at the detective. She couldn't decide if the blonde was serious or joking. Was it possible that her intern was having an affair with this woman? But the way he fled the lab didn't point to any such relationship. That could also be because he didn't want her, who was technically his boss, to know about the relationship, right? Why the hell am I thinking so much about it anyway? She shook her head inanely. There went a few precious seconds of her life that she will never get back! She simply should have ignored the detective. She should never have attempted to have a small talk. She blinked rapidly and fiddled with her glasses before finally relaxing a little and settling against the desk, crossing her arms across her chest. "How can I help you?" Keep the conversation to the point and minimal, yes, she would do exactly that.

Gail snickered and Chris too snorted from behind her. "Are you done with the autopsy?" She asked after recovering and her personality just took an impressive180 degree turn as she transformed into Detective Peck; not just Gail.

Holly found the sudden shift in the blonde's personality quite interesting. So, the detective was, in fact, capable of being serious. She shuffled a little and picked out the autopsy report from the mess of files. "Do you have someone in custody?" She inquired as she opened the report.

Chris beat Gail by a few microseconds. "Yup...the social worker. She was in business with the victim and her husband." He beamed and Gail huffed at the premature display of confidence.

Holly noted the detective's reaction. "How tall is she?"

"Um..." Chris mumbled doubtfully, confused about the line of questioning. "About 5'5" or 5'6". Why?"

Holly smiled a little. For an officer he seemed too clueless. "She is not your murderer." The doctor confidently stated and passed the report to Gail. "The height doesn't fit. Also, according to the stab wounds, you should be looking for two people." She waited for both of them to absorb that bit of information. Chris and Gail frowned immediately and tilted their head to their left in tandem. Holly cleared her throat lightly to prevent herself from chuckling at that adorable display.

"Two people?" Gail muttered dubiously.

"Yes, two people or a pair or a duo," Holly answered plainly. "The victim was stabbed more than five times." She provided and proceeded to the slab where the dead body was kept covered with a white sheet. "The single wound, the one on the lower abdomen, presents itself as the most hesitant one. There is no contusion of knife's hilt around the wound. Whereas, all the other ones are a result of conscious and forceful stabbing accompanied with the proper bruising from the hilt." She started to fold down the white sheet. "Have a look for yourself."

Gail closed the file and shuffled ahead. Chris uncomfortably cleared his throat capturing the attention of both the living women in the lab. When the doctor and the detective looked at him he shifted from foot to foot, keeping his gaze anywhere but on the dead body that was naked from waist up. He felt the flush gradually take over his face. "I...uh...mmhhmm, I will be outside," he mumbled and dashed out of the lab like his tail was on fire.

Gail frowned disapprovingly. "Grow up, Diaz," she shouted at him before coming to stand beside Holly by the granite slab. The Y-shaped suture was still fresh across the lifeless, pale skin of Victoria Donovan-Queen. Looking closely, she could easily see the difference between the stab wounds. "Why two people? This could be the work of the same person...maybe the murderer made those later stabs after gaining confidence or something." Gail theorized but she knew it was wrong as soon as those words were out of her mouth. If the murderer took time to gain confidence then there should have been at least a little sign of struggle at the crime scene. Regardless, she turned to Holly.

Holly imperceptibly nodded in agreement. "Possible...but the angle doesn't fit." She covered the dead body and shoved both her hands into the deep pockets of her white coat. "Scientifically, the angles of the stab wounds differ with the height of the attacker. That is the major difference here...but I might be wrong." She rubbed at her forehead with the back of her right hand and walked back to the desk, situating herself against it. "It's my personal opinion...and my theories are mostly not baseless." She finished and waited for the detective's input.

Gail thought about it for a few seconds. The doctor didn't seem like a kid fresh out of medical school, so Dr. Stewart must be experienced. And no pathologist would make such theories without any proper basis. She herself could see the vast difference between the wounds, their angles, their depth, and the strength behind each wound. "What are you thinking exactly?" She decided to give the doctor a chance.

Holly worried her bottom lip in between her teeth before basically repeating herself. It was something eating away at her brain since the autopsy and she was glad that she had gotten to share that bit of information with the detective. She had presumed that Detective Peck might flippantly refute her theory and pay no mind to her findings, like many other cocky detectives loved to do with the pathologists. But the blonde had surprised her by actually asking for her personal opinion. So she gave it. "I just told you what I am thinking. And my experience over the years tells me that there is a 98 percent chance I am right." She solidly stood her ground under Gail's inquisitive stare. Her science never betrayed her and the angles of the wounds told her exactly that.

"Hmm," Gail faintly nodded. "Anything else?"

Holly sagged a little against the desk, resting the heel of her palms on the wooden edge of the table. "Yes...the DNA match from the murder weapon and Rodney can give you the...the knife." She twisted a little to pick up the file she had been studying earlier. "Here...all the details are in there."

Gail stepped forward to take the file the doctor had extended towards her but it was pulled away from her reach just as she was about to grab for it. Her forehead scrunched and her flashy blue eyes snapped up to look at Holly's. Keeping their heated gazes locked, Gail again made a move for the file and yet again it was snatched back from her reach. "Okay, seriously?" She growled at the pathologist.

Holly's instinct instructed her to laugh and she did chuckle just a bit but it was sheer professionalism that stopped her from laughing outright. She cleared her throat, swallowed and stood up straight still keeping the file out of the blonde's reach. "The next time your officers decide to drop a hundreds of knives at the lab, you can do the DNA test on them for yourself. My interns are not working to cater, to serve your whims and childish pranks. Understood?" She set her jaw tightly while waiting for the detective's consent to her condition.

"Mmmm," Gail made a disappointing sound low in her throat. She knew it was an unfair and not to mention an unprofessional move. So, she relented quite easily. "Okay...fine," she groaned and sighed when she finally felt the file being placed in between her fingers. "Dr. Cho never complained," Gail murmured referring to the previous pathologist who hardly questioned her methods. She knew he feared that Gail would someday release the dragon named 'Superintendent Peck' on him if he didn't follow her orders silently. Also, she had heard the rumour floating around that poor Dr. Cho's choice for transfer was because of her.

"Oh...yes, Dr. Cho," Holly muttered with a devious grin. People in the forensic department had been very sympathetic to her for she had caught her first case with Detective Peck; who allegedly was responsible for Dr. Cho's transfer. "Well, I am not him. I am Dr. Holly Stewart and the Senior Forensic Pathologist with 15. Your antics might have been enough to run him away but not me." She came to stand in front of the blonde, well into the detective's personal space. With a resolve, she stared down into the ice blue orbs for few long drawing seconds. "This is my lab now and I am here to stay, Detective Peck. So, you better get used to working with someone who is equally capable of theatrics, hmm?" She smiled sweetly at the detective who was still as a rock. "I will be in my office if you need something." She offered and brushed past the stunned blonde with a satisfied, proud smirk pulling generously at her lips. Working with the detective should be fun if nothing else. She thought fleetingly while walking down the corridor. She smiled widely and nodded in greeting at Officer Diaz.

Chris waited a few seconds for Gail to make appearance after the pathologist but the detective didn't come out of the lab. He peeked in and saw Gail glaring at the wall. She was standing too still with her brows deeply furrowed, eyes unblinking, and lips closed together tightly. "Gail?" He waved his hand in front of the dazed detective. She blinked but didn't respond. He held her shoulders and shook her a little. "Gail?"

"Stop it, Diaz," Gail growled and jerked out of the officer's hold. She pushed the filed into Chris's chest and turned away. Dr. Holly Stewart...the pathologist's words echoed in her ears. She wondered if the brunette had heard these rumours then maybe the doctor now knew about Gail's family connection within the police force and doesn't care. That was a very refreshing thought and she smiled giddily before realizing that she was actually acting happy on being put in her place by someone who had just joined the force that morning. She clucked her tongue twice and hummed contemplatively. Her theory of working with Dr. Stewart being fun was proving to be absolutely right. "Come on," she absently mumbled to Officer Diaz as she started walking out of the lab.

The more time she and the team spent going over the facts and reports, the more her suspicion or rather fear seemed to be correct. Gail had gone over the autopsy report thrice already and Holly's suggestion in the lab didn't help at all. It only made her doubts more and more concrete. After cross checking the list turned in by Sydney, they had gotten five kids that had been fostered by the Queen Couple. Not so surprisingly, getting in touch with those kids was proving to be difficult as there were no current addresses or contacts for them in the files. Gail feared what all they might discover by digging deeper into the Queens' lives as drug dealers. Dov and Chloe were tasked with searching for the kids while Chris was instructed to keep looking for the victim's husband.

She had no intention of going through the report again. Gail stood up and stretched her arms wide pushing her chest out. The bullpen was almost empty as it was already about eight in the evening. She felt the rigidity of her spine crack as she kept stretching and purred in satisfaction. She also twisted her upper body and her neck a few times to loosen up a bit. She unfolded her shirts all the way to the wrists and shrugged on her blazer. The unbuttoned cuffs were then folded twice to wrap around the blazer's cuffs once. As a final ritual she pulled her hair loose and ruffled it up a bit, making her hairdo appear as chaotic as possible. She strutted to viewing area of the interrogation room where Traci was questioning Sydney Wells. There were a few detectives from 'Organized Crime' present there too. Within minutes she felt herself getting furious; her jaws clenched every now and then and her fingers were fisted gravely inside her pant pockets. The more she would listen to Sydney's testimony, the angrier she would get. So she decided to just leave it in the capable hands of Traci and walked out of there. This case was already proving to be too haunting when she had only just skimmed the surface. She wondered what was yet to be uncovered tomorrow.

As soon as Gail entered The Penny, she saw Andy sitting there in a booth with Sam, McNally's detective boyfriend from 27th division along with her senior detective in 'Homicide' Luke Callaghan and some other lady she didn't recognize. After that natural inspection, her gaze travelled over every single individual in the bar as she stepped ahead. She had to do a double take when she saw a tall figure hunched over one of the stools at the bar. She had just taken a few steps when Andy calling her name broke her stride. She went to greet the bunch and made some small talk with them. Luke asked her about the developments on the case and offered his help if she needed so. Every few seconds, she periodically turned to look at the bar not wanting to miss out on such an opportunity. She told the bunch that she wanted a drink urgently and cut herself off from the painful task of socialising without her wish but not before reminding Andy that it was the T.O. who would pay for her drinks tonight.

Holly was too tired to drive herself home. God, she wanted to get blind drunk and pass out here on the bar itself. She pulled off her glasses and downed the remaining scotch from the tumbler before resting her forehead on the back of her left palm; her right hand coming back to lightly massage her neck. Being hunched over her desk for all the paperwork today had messed up her neck pretty badly. Paperwork was the only reason she didn't want to quit working the field despite being the senior pathologist. She had adjusted her contract with 15th division and made her recruiters add that little clause in it. Hopefully once when she will be settled she wouldn't have that much paperwork. She lifted her right hand and gestured the bartender for a repeat of her earlier drink.

Gail smiled and silently witnessed the pathologist's pathetic tired display. When Holly gestured for a drink she had to make her presence known. "Make that two," she said to the bartender.

Holly, recognizing the voice immediately, groaned and lifted her head up. "Great...just the person I was waiting for." She sweetly declared with sarcasm dripping from every word.

Gail snorted and situated herself on the stool beside Holly. "I know, right?" She glazed her response in mock sweetness too.

The bartender placed two tumblers of scotch in front of them and got back to his work. They silently sipped their respective drinks. The quiet surrounding them wasn't uncomfortable; it was rather strangely companionable. Almost like the kind of unheard silence that dwelled between two people who understood the concept of craving solitude and someone's hushed company at the same time.

Holly felt a strange sense of compatibility sitting there with the detective and it made her frown. "Any progress with the case?" She posed the question just to slash through the outlandish comfort she felt with the blonde.

Gail breathed in sharply in relief. She had been contemplating if she should keep silent or say something but thankfully Holly took away that tedious task from her. "Nothing significant," she quietly muttered and asked for another drink for both of them. She traced the rim of the tumbler of her fresh drink and sighed shakily. "Although, as I already fear the outcome of this case I am not sure I want to close it anytime soon." She softly confessed now knowing what made her do it. She was confused at herself but decided not to think over it for now.

Holly turned to her left and looked at the blonde. She had an urge to reach out and offer some sort of comfort but she was conscious enough not to do it. Instead, she placed her right elbow on the counter and rested her temple against her folded fingers. "Why?" She asked just as softly.

"Because I know I am gonna be cuffing a kid when this is all over. A kid who maybe didn't have a choice or a kid who didn't see any other way out of a hell commonly known as 'the foster system'," Gail's eyes fell shut when she realized that she had finally voiced her fear. And above all she had spoken it to the last person expected.

Holly exhaled and didn't say anything. What could she say when someone expressed something like that to her? She considered herself socially adept but this minute she heavily doubted it. She watched the blonde appear even more shut off than earlier. All she could do was let the previous silence engulf them both again into that bizarre warp of companionship.

Gail finished her third drink and abruptly stood up, stumbling a bit and chuckling on her own stupidity. She gently slapped away Holly's hand that came to assist her. She wasn't being a drunk just hasty. She called for the bartender and leaned on the counter. Smirking, she pointed to both her and Holly, "Officer McNally is paying the tab, okay?" She waited for the bartender to nod.

"But I can pay for my drinks," Holly grumbled, scowling at herself at her childish tone.

Gail chortled and nodded. "I know but I wanted to buy you a welcome drink and McNally already promised to take my tab. So, don't worry. Technically all those drinks were on me," she winked and walked away.

Holly smiled. "Hey," she called when the blonde started retreating away from the bar counter. Gail turned to acknowledge her with an impressive raise of a shapely left eyebrow. "I didn't catch your name."

Gail narrowed her eyes. "That's because I didn't tell you my name, Holly." She replied and walked away, waving smugly at the smart brunette pathologist over her shoulder.

Holly shook her head and smiled. The bartender asked her if she wanted another drink and she refused. After all, her couch at home awaited her company for a night full of uncomfortable cuddles. Dare she disappoint her faithful couch? No way in hell!

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