Gail woke up with a throbbing head in her hotel room. She had been staying in the room as part of an undercover assignment for nearly two weeks. After her last night with Holly she was pulled on this assignment. As of late she had found it to be a complete waste of time. The drugs didn't appear to be matriculating quickly and they had, as of yet, been unable to establish any solid lead within the cartel's vast network. She stumbled out of the bed, concerned because she was still wearing her uniform. She grabbed her phone off the arm of the chair and realized that the date was much different than she thought it was. Shouldn't it be Wednesday? The phone must be broken, she assumed. There was no way it was already Friday. She opened the door into the hallway. She knew that a Toronto Sun newspaper was generally waiting in the hall for her in the morning. The papers were stacked at her door, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. "What the hell?" Gail thought to herself and walked back into her room. She headed to the bathroom to wash up and collect herself.

Gail stepped up to the mirror and looked at herself for the first time. She was disheveled, to say the least. She had a long cut down the right side of her face that had dried blood caked down the bridge of her nose. Her uniform sleeves were rolled up, uncharacteristically for her. Her arms looked as if a cat had scratched them the cuts were larger at the top and tapering away towards the bottom of the scratches. Her watch was missing from her left wrist. She always wore her watch while in uniform. Suddenly the realization hit her. "Why am I even wearing my uniform? I am on an undercover assignment." She could not figure out how she had lost two days, was beat to hell, nor why she was wearing her uniform.

She exited the bathroom and returned to the chair where her phone had been sitting. She dialed Swarek's number because he was her contact for the operation. After three rings he picked up

"Peck, where the hell have you been?"

"Huh?" Gail managed to say.

"I haven't heard from you in two days! You had a meet with Lopez two nights ago and I haven't heard from you since. I've called you several times but you haven't answered."

"I don't…know. I don't remember anything from the last two days. I woke up expecting it to be Wednesday, Sam…" Gail said in a small voice.

"Well, I went over to your hotel room and knocked, no reply. The maid let me in but you weren't there." That's when it hit Gail. This wasn't the same room she had been staying in previously. She ran over to the nightstand and checked for the placard telling her the name of the hotel. She read the name and address to Sam and asked him to please meet her there and to bring forensics, something was off. Gail sat down in the chair and hung her head in her hands as she waited for Sam to come. He arrived about thirty minutes later.

"Peck, what the hell happened to you, are you okay?"

"I – I don't know."

"Alright, listen. Just sit still, stay put, I'll handle this. Forensics will be here soon."

Gail continued to seat in the chair beginning to feel increasingly numb. She wracked her brain trying to remember the last two days but it was an absolute blank slate. She knew she had to piece the puzzle of the last two days together for anyone to figure out what had happened, but how could she re-canvas her steps if she had no idea where to begin? The thought hit her instantly she spoke up.

"Sam, you should call the hotel I was staying at. Figure out, at least, when I checked out if not why."

"Yeah, right, on it."

Gail heard Sam dial the phone and sat there quietly until a knock resounded on the hotel room door. She opened it to find Holly standing there with her lunchbox and a couple of forensics guys behind her.

"Holly, what are you doing here. There is no need for a pathologist."

Holly stepped forward until she was standing mere centimeters from Gail.

"You, I'm here for you. Are you okay?" she whispered gently.

Gail merely gave her a slight shake of her head and pulled Holly in for a tight hug.

"I don't remember anything, Holly, nothing" she whispered.

"It's okay, sweetie, we will figure this out. You'll be fine." Holly gave Gail what she thought was her most reassuring smile.

"I need to swab the cut on your face and take finger nail clippings. I'll also need a urine sample. With the memory loss you're experiencing it is highly likely you were drugged." Holly said as gently as possible. "I'll need to take you back to the lab. Let me go tell Swarek and make sure the forensics people begin their sweep. Then we can leave."

Holly walked off in the direction of where Sam and the two forensics techs were conversing. Gail felt deflated. She had taken this assignment in hopes that it would bolster her application for the detective rotation and, as with most things in her life, it had turned into a huge disaster. She felt a soft warm hand cover hers and looked up into Holly's concerned eyes.

"Are you ready?" Holly said gently.

"Yeah…yeah. Let's get out of here."

Gail and Holly had been at the lab in the morgue for several hours. The results were finally in and Holly did not like what she was reading.

"Hey, you, no worries. I just need to call Swarek with the results. I am going to to step out for a moment, okay?"

Gail merely nodded and Holly stalked out of the room and dialed Swarek's number.

"We have a huge problem" she stated, by way of greeting.

"Tell me."

"The blood under Gail's finger nails matches a body that just came into the morgue yesterday. I've triple checked the results."

"You're shitting me."

"I wish I was. What's worse is that the toxicology panel I ran came up clean. Now, that doesn't necessarily mean that Gail wasn't drugged. Many drugs would leave the system in this amount of time. GHB, for example, will leave the blood stream after eight hours and wouldn't show up in a urine sample after twelve hours. I took both samples from Gail, but it is most likely she was drugged outside of the time range."

Holly tried to keep the panic out of her voice over Gail's situation by stating facts, facts usually calmed her down. It did not work in this case. She was well and truly panicking—not because she believed Gail could have committed this murder—but because she believed Gail was being set up for it and she wasn't sure how to prove it wasn't her.

"We both know she didn't do this. I will try to retrace her steps from the last two days beginning with the hotel she was supposed to be staying at. When I have something I will bring her in for questioning. Until then, keep her with you and keep her safe. If she remembers anything call me immediately. Tell her what you've found and see if that stirs up anything, it probably won't but we need a straw to grasp at."

With that Swarek hung up and Holly walked back into her lab and saw Gail slumped in a chair. She walked up to and grasped her hands pulling Gail up to her full height. Holly released Gail's hands and brought her own up to cup Gail's face. She pulled her in for a long and deep kiss.

"We'll figure this out. I promise." Holly stated firmly.

Holly proceeded to tell Gail what she had found and Gail listened silently while wrapped in Holly's arms. It wasn't long after that Swarek entered the room. He had a grim look on his face as he stepped up to Gail.

"Gail, I'm sorry. I have to place you under arrest. It's procedure. It's bullshit, but it's procedure. We have to do this by the books."

"What are you talking about?" Holly said defensively.

"We found another body at the place where Gail was supposed to meet Lopez. Lopez and the man in the morgue you connected with Gail through finger nail scrapings were the two contacts she was supposed to meet that evening. I need you to head to the crime scene after I take Gail into 15. Getting all the facts can only help her. Got it?"

Gail felt as if she broke under those words. She felt Holly try to hold her back but she walked towards Sam.

"You don't need to use the cuffs, I'll come willingly." She hung her head low and followed Sam. When she was at the threshold about exit Holly's lab she turned and looked at the beautiful woman she knew would figure out a way to exonerate her of this.

"I didn't do this, Holly."

"I know you didn't."

"I didn't do this because my life is finally…. I'm finally happy."

"I know you didn't do this. I believe you."

"I didn't do this because I love you. I love you and I would never do anything to mess that up. Never. I love you and I just thought you should know."

Gail turned and walked away leaving Holly's reply hanging on her tongue.