"Gail? Holly? What are you guys doing here?" Chris questioned, finally nearing the end of his paperwork for the night.
"Where is she?!" Holly breezed past Chris only to realize she didn't know where she was going and just looked from one corner of the room to another.
"Summer. Where's Summer?" Holly looked from Gail to Chris.
"Gail? You left like an hour ago. Wait, Holly? What are you two doing here?" Dov asked as he walked in from booking.
"My sister called, she said she was here. What's going on?!"
"Wait, Oprah's your sister?"
An Hour and a Half Ago
"Oh good! Gail, I need you to search Oprah for me."
"Oprah's here?! Dov you arrested Oprah?!" Chris sat straight up from his desk and quickly tried to smooth down his hair.
"Jeez, no Chris, it's some teenager who won't give me her real name."
"Can't Little Bear, I left ten minutes ago. Do it yourself," Gail said, easily dismissing Dov.
"I can't, she's a girl. Wait left ten minutes ago? You're right here."
"I'm picking Holly up at the airport and I'm already running late. Just don't tell her you're a guy, she probably won't even notice."
"Chris, shut it!"
"I didn't say anything!" Chris looked up from his paper work and puts his hands up defensively.
"Your face is laughing even though your mouth is closed."
"Dov's right, Chris, you owe him an apology. And you know, I'm in a really generous mood so I'm gonna take that back, she would totally notice Dov's not a girl, and McNally just dropped me off so she should be in in a few once she get's the car checked over, so I'm gonna volunteer her to do the search for you."
"Gee thanks?" Dov asked, slightly confused but mostly amused.
"Night boys," Gail called over her shoulder with a wave as she sauntered over to the locker room.
"Where are your bags?" Gail asked, looking curiously around, wondering if the airline had manage to "misplace" Holly's baggage.
"This is my bag," Holly stated simply, cocking her head to the side as a half smile lit up her face.
"What do you mean? You were gone for like a week," Gail questioned.
"Actually, I was only gone for five nights," Holly countered, as she rounded Gail's car and threw her carryon in the trunk.
"That's six days. Seriously, did they lose it? We can file a report, say it was filled with cash and gold," Gail wagged her eyebrows and Holly just chuckled, halfway in the door already.
"Are you gonna get in the car and take me home or not?"
Gail cocked her head to the side, pretending to ponder Holly's question. "Not," Gail fibbed as she rounded the front of the car to the driver's side. "Actually, I will drive you home if you can assure me of one thing."
"Okayyy?" Holly looked over at Gail skeptically.
"Just promise me you had enough room in that microscopic bag of yours for five pairs of underwear and a toothbrush," Gail was looking Holly dead in the eye, not a hint of humor or sarcasm in her voice or on her stared right back, never missing a beat.
"You are insane," Holly kept her eyes glued to Gail's as she reached over to the steering wheel and turned the keys in the ignition. "Toothbrush and toothpaste are complimentary at any hotel worth it's salt," she stated as the engine roared to life and she turned back to look out the windshield, "and who says I'm wearing underwear?"
'Hollyholyshit Gail get your face together,' Gail thought, 'shit did you just say that out loud? Shit did you just say that out loud?! Okay act cool. Close your mouth. Close. Your. Mouth. GoddamnitGailcloseyourfuckingmouth!' Okay. Good. Now speak. Don't sound stupid!'
"So, that's a 'no'?!" Gail pretended to be outraged. Holly just laughed and turned back to look at Gail who had yet to turn away from her passenger. Holly cupped Gail's chin with her left thumb and index finger and gently turned Gail's head so that she was facing the windshield for the first time since getting in the car.
"Drive. I don't eat airplane food."
Gail quickly directed her anxiety and frustration on the people and cars swarming the airport. Some people just really shouldn't be allowed to drive, or walk really. Car horns really are the best thing since sliced bread. She's listening to what Holly's saying about the conference, she really is, but she's not really understanding any of it. Gail hates when people talk for no reason, she'd much rather they keep quiet, but she likes listening to Holly even when she can't really make heads or tails of what she's talking about. Gail especially hates it when people talk just because they like the sound of their own voice, there are few worse qualities a person can possess. Holly's not one of those though. Gail likes listening to Holly because it's so obvious to that Holly cares about what she's talking about; not herself.
"I swear though there were probably eight doctors there who weren't elderly men. Oh! I saw-" Holly was cut off by her ringtone's shrill note. She looked at the screen, not recognizing the number, "Doctor Holly Stewart," she almost asked. Gail glanced over at Holly for a second, silently asking what was up but it looked as though Holly was wondering the same thing, her mouth open and brow furrowed.
"Summer? Slow down. You're where?"
A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews, views, and such so far! Let me know what you like and what you don't because I'll totally take that stuff into consideration. Also, I'm not Canadian so if I'm messing anything at all "Canadian living" wise yell at me and I'll totally fix it!