Gail walked to the car, noticing that the look on Andy's face said she that was either upset or bothered by something. The fact that Andy had hooked up with Nick angered her, no, not angered, it infuriated her that her good friend had done what she did. Gail was good at holding grudges, but the truth of the matter was that she was getting a little tired of trying to ignore her, especially after Sam got shot; Andy looked broken and as much as she would have liked to enjoy seeing her that way, she didn't. Ughhhh why Holly, why. She couldn't help but think that her softer demeanor was all because of Holly. Regardless, Gail wasn't going to give in until she got a proper apology.

As Andy pulled the car out of the station she attempted a civil conversation. "Do you want to stop at the sandwich shop later for lunch?"

"Not sure what I'm down for yet" Simple, short responses were how Gail decided to play it. "I change my mind about what I want a lot" she continued, jabbing at Andy's relationships.

"Okay Gail, seriously, I don't want to argue with you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I broke the code and slept with Nick, I don't know what I was thinking, and obviously now it was all for nothing because I got hit by my feelings for Sam like a tonne of bricks. Please just stop hating me for what I did. You were my friend Gail and I want us to be okay again" She braced herself for the cold response that she assumed was to come.

"What's done is done McNally" she said, keeping her eyes focused on the road.

Andy wasn't sure if that was peace being made or just Gail brushing off the conversation. "Soooo…"

"We're fine Andy" Gail felt kind of relieved. She was holding onto this burning, passionate hate for so long and now she had her friend back.

Even if she didn't realize it, Gail was growing as a person.

"1504, we have a noise complaint in your area" After two and a half hours of patrolling, the woman on the other end of the radio finally cracked in. To Gail and Andy's disappointment it was only a noise complaint; they were hoping for some big action to end their slump and kick-start what could have been an exciting day.

Gail picked up the receiver. "This is 1504. What's the location of the complaint?" she responded.

They arrived at the given location, both of the officers looking less than thrilled to have been responding to the call. Noise complaints were almost too common in the area; it was crawling with rowdy college partiers.

As soon as they stepped out of the elevator they exchanged a look of concern and bolted towards the room where the loud screaming and crashes of breaking glass were omitted from.

Are you fucking serious!?

What the fuck!?

Are you kidding me!?

They were profanities coming from a female voice on the opposite end of the door.

Andy bunched her hand into a fist and repeatedly banged on the door. "POLICE! OPEN UP!" she yelled.

Gail and Andy impatiently waited for about 30 seconds before Gail kicked in the door and they frantically searched the room for the source of the commotion. When they had reached the living room there was a young man shielding his face with his arms from a young woman who continued to verbally harass him and strike at his large frame.

"HEY! Stop that! Get off him!" Gail protested, grabbing the girl from behind and pulling her away from hurting the man any more.

"What the heck is going on here!?" Andy asked.

To their luck, it was an argument (more like a brawl from the woman's side) between two college students who had been, before the complaint about a ruckus, in the process of breaking up. Gail hated college couples; they were constantly bickering and at no time did she witness a truly two-sided, loving one. Never did she once have a fully committed relationship throughout it, nor did she want one because they always, without a doubt, ended terribly. At the time, one night stands and plenty of booze was good enough for her.

The ride back to the station allowed Gail's memory to jog back to the time of her college years. The dreadfully horrendous lectures with professors who seemed too old to even stand, the long lines at every single Tim Hortons on campus, the parties, the hookups with hot guys and wait a minute, she paused and thought carefully…she did have a girl-on-girl experience! Holy shit was I gay in college? She wondered.

Her buddy Thomas had thrown the best party she had been to in years and although she only vaguely remembered that night, she remembered Lindsay, her close friend at the time. Yes, Gail was a little tipsy from the beers she had been shot-gunning, but Lindsay had been so drunk that she was practically throwing herself at anyone and anything. So, after Gail brought her upstairs and placed her on a bed to rest, Lindsay threw her arms around Gail's neck and pulled her on top of her, their lips roughly meeting by her force. At first, Gail didn't protest. Their hands explored each other's bodies through their clothes, but soon she broke away from her friend and said "Yea, you're fucking drunk" before laughing uncontrollably and guarding the door to make sure no creeps tried anything stupid.

She laughed off the thought of her previous question. She and Lindsay were never anything more than friends despite their drunken affairs. Not long after their graduation they lost contact after she moved to Vancouver and Gail stayed in Toronto. Pfffft I wasn't gay; it was just the alcohol and my raging young hormones.

Andy and Gail arrived back at the station and brought the woman into booking while the kept the male in the station to be questioned by another officer. Gail sat at the desk and began to fill out her report sheet when she felt her phone vibrate through her pant pocket. It was Dov. She took a deep breath, hoping for some good news about Chloe.

Dov: The swelling went down and Chloe woke up. She's still a bit out of it though

"Holy shit" she said, startling Andy. "Chloe woke up" Gail announced, more cheeringly than she expected.

She quickly typed back to Dov.

Gail: Penny with everyone tonight. You need it.

"What? That's amazing, oh my gosh, thank God" Andy commented.

Gail extended her arms. "Penny for celebration later McNally!" she exclaimed.

Just then, she received another message, this time from Holly. Her smile grew even wider.

Holly: Me. You. Fancy dinner tonight at my place.

She smiled stupidly at her phone. Holly was more than sweet to her and she felt bad because she had JUST made plans.

Gail: We got some good news about that officer that had been shot, Dov's girlfriend Chloe. So, we're headed to the Penny later for drinks…you should come…you know, actually meet everyone properly.

Gail bit her lip. She had a bit of butterflies but truly wanted nothing more than for Holly to get along with her friends.