"Thank you Price. Ask around about the girl, maybe someone will know who she is. Also find out what school she goes to, the shooter doesn't seem to know and I'd like to get to it first." Oliver said into his phone.
"Oh and when you find the school dig up her file. Stay safe." he hung up and turned to Gail and Chris."Chloe said it's the same shooter and he seems to be looking for a Sara Gaines. Best guess is he's looking for his daughter but doesn't know what school, so I want you two to patrol high schools in the area that haven't been hit yet. Grab a descript sheet on your way out."
Neither said a word, just a signal nod of understanding and they were off to their squad car. Gail took the liberty of reading the shooter description as Chris pulled out of the division. "Caucasian male, mid forties, short black hair, 5'9. Wearing dark work jeans and a grey tee, has a scar that runs from his forearm halfway up his left bicep. And he's armed with a hand gun of some sort."
Hours passed and there wasn't a single sighting of the shooter, which meant he was waiting for something, the school day was ending. But they did get more info on him. Chloe found out that the last school he was at was the one Sara went to but she wasn't there because she was volunteering at an elementary school. Digging in the girl's file got them the man's name, Patrick Gaines aka Trick, who was in fact Sara's father. A quick run through the system told them he was just released from prison on good behavior. Which was now thrown out the door in his horrible attempt at reconnecting with his daughter.
"Take a left up ahead" Gail pointed at the lights down the street.
"We can't be making pit stops so you can see Holly and the twins." Chris smiled but took the left turn.
"It's a good thing it's not a pit stop now isn't it?"
He parked just outside the front doors and raised a brow at his partner. "What does that mean?"
"It's for business, not for pleasure. But I can't help it if I take pleasure in it" she smirked and closed the car door, leaving a chuckling Chris behind.
Gail navigated the halls with ease, looking over the new art that hung the walls with a smile until she hit the classroom she was looking for.
"Hey Gail, what're you doing here? I thought I was going to bring the kids over when they got back." Holly smiled fondly. She locked the door and made her way to the desk Holly was sitting at.
"I needed to see you, the clock is taking way too damn long." Gail stated as she situated herself on the edge of the desk and pulled the brunettes chair closer.
Holly visibly swallowed and put the book she was holding beside the officer. She opened her mouth to say something but the look she was getting from the blonde held her speechless with its intensity.
Gail removed the teachers glasses. "Kiss me." she ordered unblinking. Holly went to stand but she held her in the chair with firm hands on either shoulder. She slowly brought her hands to Holly's jaw, guiding her to meet her lips in the small space between them.
It started out slow, driven, she could feel Gail's hunger in the grip she held her by, in the short heavy breaths she took. Holly ran her hands up Gail's thighs, then dragged her nails back down them, causing an involuntary moan. The sound set a forest fire in Holly, starting deep in her stomach and blazed it's way through her body. She needed her, needed to be closer to Gail. So she pushed the chair away with the backs of her knees and wrapped her arms around Gail's waist, pulling the blondes center flat against her stomach.
Gail pulled Holly closer with her legs and in need of air she started leaving open mouth kisses on the brunettes neck. Holly tilted her head back to give Gail more room.
"Take it off." Gail husked with a firm tug on the brunettes shirt. The second the top was off she went back to work. With a gasp Holly tangled her fingers in the short mess of blonde hair. Gail found Holly's weak spot easily, in the small space between her hair line and back of her ear. She stopped her search, giving that spot her full attention with hard suckles. After a few groans from the teacher, Gail bit on the soft flesh, then soothed with a long swipe of her tongue. During which Holly managed to unbutton her shirt, exposing her pale skin.
She watched as the brunette ran her fingertips over her collar bones, on to her shoulders, guiding the dark blue fabric down her arms and onto the desk. The movement was tortuously slow, but lit a path of life she'd never felt before. It was the most consuming, electrical, current Gail had ever experienced. She could feel it coursing through her veins, pumping a desire, a need for more and the only thing to quench it's thirst was Holly's touch.
Holly lent down and kissed her shoulder, a new source, kissed her collar, new source, kissed her neck. Shivers ran down Gail's spine as the brunette made a trail of open mouth kisses up her jaw, while drawing light lines on her back that lead to the clasp of her bra. Holly easily disposed of the offending object and went to work on the hard nipples in front of her. Gail dug her nails into her back, a moan escaping her throat with a buck of her hips. The intensity of which she needed Holly inside her was too much to bare, if it didn't happen now she would combust -and not in the good way.
"I need you" she whispered harshly. Breathing was beginning to be a chore. "Now" Gail almost growled when the brunette didn't move.
The urgency in the blondes voice made Holly take her hand away from the breast it'd been teasing and undo the officers pants. Gail held herself up so the brunette could pull the offending clothing off and discard them on the floor somewhere.
She stared into the dark, stormy blue irises as she slid her hand into Gail's boy shorts.
The first light touch to her center elicited a gasp as she braced herself on the edge of the desk and leaned her forehead onto the bare shoulder in front of her. Holly decided to skip the teasing as she felt just how ready the blonde was, and slid two fingers in. Gail let out a throaty moan, her grip on the desk no longer working she brought them to Holly's shoulders and pulled her close.
"Fuck" she hissed, dragging the word out. She'd be embarrassed of how close she already was if she could feel anything other than her rising climax.
"Please, Gail." Holly pleaded, begged. She sounded like she'd been crying. Why was she crying?
Gail went to ask what she was pleading for but when she opened her mouth all that came out was a hoarse cry. Her eyes flew open at the sudden retched pain screaming from her every nerve, her chest felt like someone had stabbed it a thousand times with a scalding, jagged knife and then shoved it down her throat. The room was bright, impossibly bright but she fought through the burning in her eyes to find the brunette. She needed to comfort her, Gail wasn't sure what the source of her tears were but she needed quell to Holly's sadness. Before her eyes could focus she felt the brilliant feeling of Holly's hand in hers and she held on as tight as she could.
"Oh thank god. Stay awake, please stay with me Gail. I-I can't lose you, the kids-oh god- please fight it, and just stay conscious." Holly breathed over her face. Gail smiled weakly, she knew she probably shouldn't given the way Holly was acting, but she couldn't help it. She was intoxicated by her scent.
Holly breathed out a laugh. "Smiling, really Officer Peck?"
But before she could reply everything went black and her body began to quiet down, leaving everything empty and cold except for her chest and the hand Holly was still holding.