Author's note: Still own nothing, sadly. Thanks for all the follows and favourites and amazing reviews, you all are the best 3 Also, apologies, it's a short chapter, but the next chapter is almost ready to go, just need to tweak a few things.

Chapter 4

Holly's phone began to ring just as she was walking into her apartment. Traci was calling her.

"Hey Traci, how, um, are things with Gail?" Holly asked, not really knowing how to ask what was going on with Gail.

"Holly. I wouldn't normally do this especially not to Gail, but there's something you need to know." The tone in Traci's voice made the hairs on Holly's neck stand up. She swallowed the bile that was threatening to come up in her mouth.

"Traci, please just tell me what's going on, is Gail okay?"

"No. Holly, she didn't get Sophie."

"Oh my god." Holly's brain went into a tailspin. She knew the little girl had taken up residence in Gail's heart and that Gail already loved the little girl like she was her own.

"Holly, it's bad. I've seen Gail go through loss and I've never seen her this broken. She could also lose her badge."

"What! How."

"There was an incident at a crime scene yesterday, she beat a suspect pretty badly. It sort of makes sense now, but I'm afraid for her." Traci said with sadness coating her voice. Gail's yelling in the background broke the conversation and Traci said her goodbyes.

Holly made a decision right then and there, she was going to fix this. She was going to get Gail back and she knew that meant she had some work to do.

Back in Toronto, Traci was trying to help Gail into the shower after Gail had thrown up on herself. Traci had never seen Gail this drunk, she honestly was worried about alcohol poisoning. Gail demanded she just needed a shower and that she would be better, so here she was trying to help a very drunk Gail into the shower. Once they accomplished the task Traci gave Gail her privacy and walked into the kitchen to make some coffee. Traci was Gail's friend, shit she was one of the best detectives in the city, how had she missed the signs that Gail was in trouble. She knew that Gail had emotional walls that would rival the Great Wall, she still chastised herself for not seeing the signs. Traci hoped she had done the right thing by telling Holly about the information Gail had spit at her when she arrived at the bar, she hoped somehow Holly still could break through the infamous Peck defence and pull Gail from the darkness that she saw creeping into the blue eyes.

After 45 minutes Traci headed to check on Gail since she hadn't heard the other women exit from the washroom. Knocking on the door Traci received no reply, slowly she opened the door only to find Gail sitting on the floor naked and crying. Traci turned off the water and grabbed a towel placing it on Gail's lap and sat down next to her.

"Gail, look I'm worried about you."

"Why. It's not like any of this matters. Nothing matters. Everyone leaves anyway so maybe you should just do that already."

"Gail."

Gail had suddenly switched the ice queen mode back on. "I'm serious. I don't need you here. I don't need this. Get out."

Unsure what to do Traci tried to ignore Gail's request and remained on the floor. Gail looked over at her and stood up. "Get. The. Fuck. Out." Each word was said with such venom Traci was genuinely worried Gail might get physical if she didn't leave the room. She immediately retreated to the kitchen where she wrote Gail a note letting her know that she was willing to listen if Gail felt the need to talk, and that she truly cared and wanted to help. Traci grabbed a glass of water and the note and placed them just outside the wshroom door, she then slipped out of the apartment. When Gail read the note she crumpled it in her fist and threw it across the room.