A/N: This is a super long one guys. I hope you like it!

"June, she'll change her tune, in restless walks she'll prowl the night"

Holly looked over at the clock on the microwave again as she paced around her kitchen. 1:15. Wow. A whole five minutes had passed since she last checked. Holly spun around to top off her wine glass. However, when she tipped the bottle towards the glass it only filled up a fifth of the way, and then only tiny drops came from the bottle. 'Shit,' she thought, 'I've had the whole bottle?!' Holly sighed and reached down to open the cabinet with the recycling and tossed the empty bottle inside. She turned to lean up against the counter and tapped the home button on her phone as she took a sip of wine. Nothing. No texts. No calls. Not even a junk email. It was now 1:18, but the time wasn't really what Holly was after. She pushed herself off the counter and dug another cookie out of the cookie jar. It was chocolate chip, and it was good. She made them a couple hours ago; from scratch. With real butter. 'Goddamn it, Gail.'

Holly filled up her kettle and put it on the stove. It was time to switch to tea. 'Fuck it.' Holly yanked open the freezer door and grabbed the vanilla ice cream. She retrieved the ice cream scoop from where she'd left it in the sink and gave it a good rinse before lopping a heaping scoop onto the cookie. 'Delicious.' Holly saw her phone light up on the opposite counter and she leapt at it. Why hadn't it beeped though? She was sure she had the volume cranked to the max. 'Oh.' It was just a Snapchat from Summer. 'What the fuck is Snapchat anyway?' Well, at least Summer was making the most of her break. She was down in California for the month of June shadowing their Olympic Training Center's exercise science team. Chula Vista looked like fun. 1:23.

"Five minutes?! Seriously?!" Holly questioned aloud, frustrated and tired. She banged around in the cabinets getting together a bag of tea and a mug. When the kettle started to scream she poured the water into the mug and then slammed the kettle back onto the stove. 'Okay, maybe that was a little excessive.'

"Sorry!" She apologized aloud. Holly forced herself to take a deep breath. She collected her tea, and phone and marched off to the living room. She plopped herself onto the couch and fumbled with the buttons on the remote. Nothing good was on. Nothing. 'Oh, movies! Stick it; pass. Harriet the Spy; classic, but pass. The Patriot; pass. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen; Summer, is that you? PASS. The Heat! Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy. What a pair.' Holly sipped her tea and watched the dynamic duo stumble through the streets of Boston. Holly liked Boston. She spent a month there for an internship one summer during University. "OMG! THE ALBINO COP?!" 'Should have seen that one coming.' Holly glanced down at her phone. 1:46. 'Why wasn't Gail back yet? What if they'd been tricked by an albino cop/drug kingpin?'

"Wow, Holly. Really? Really? You went there?" Holly questioned herself aloud, "and now you're talking to yourself? Real cute. Get your shit together." She took another sip of tea and retrained her focus back to the television now that the commercials were over. Holly glanced at the clock when she heard keys in the lock. 2:09. She leapt up from the couch, tea in hand and turned to the doorway.

"Hey. You're up," Gail pulled her keys out of the lock and shut the door.

"Yeah, well, I wanted to...you know...wait up...make sure you were okay," 'smooth Holly, real smooth. I couldn't sleep until I confirmed with my own eyes you were in one piece because I'm cool and chill like that.'

Gail half smiled, raised her hand a little away from her side, and opened her palms toward Holly, "I'm fine." Gail almost had a confused look on her face. Of course Gail was fine.

"So it went okay?" Holly cocked her head to side.

"Yeah, easy peasy. In and out in an hour. Got the bad guys and everything," Gail smiled and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.

"Wait, an hour?" Holly was hot on her heels.

"Yeah?" Gail grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

"You said you were going in at ten," Holly sounded a little irritated, maybe a little confused too.

"We did," Gail said nonchalantly as she dipped her glass under the faucet.

"Gail, do you know what time it is?" Holly questioned, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Um, no..." 'Uh oh,' Gail thought.

"It's after two o'clock in the morning," Holly exclaimed.

Gail nodded as she took a long gulp of water. What was going on?

"So that was like three hours ago?" Holly tried to clue Gail in to her train of thought.

"Yeah, well we had to book a bunch of guys, and then we had a boatload of paperwork to slog through. Then we went to the Penny for a bite. We hadn't eaten since lunch. Well, and then Chris and Dov got stupid drunk off like two shots so, being DD, I had to drive them home. Children," Gail scoffed.

"And you didn't call me? Or send a text?" Holly raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"I thought you'd be asleep, you've been working so much, and you've got that trial tomorrow?" Gail pulled out the confused puppy dog eyes.

Holly uncrossed her arms and dropped her hands to her hips. Was she tired? Definitely. Drunk? Probably a little. Sugar high? Quite possibly. "Yeah, I do," and just like that she was gone; out the kitchen and down the hall.

"What?" Gail whispered to herself and slowly tiptoed out of the kitchen just in time to see Holly emerge from her bedroom, her arms laden with a pillow and blankets.

Holly dumped what she was carrying onto the sofa, told Gail to "enjoy," smiled, and went back to her bedroom before loudly closing the door. It wasn't really a slam, but it sure wasn't gentle. Holly had never been a door slammer. Even when she wanted to she could rarely bring herself to do it. A few times when she was a teenager she whipped her bedroom door closed, only to grab the knob before the door made it to the door jam. 'What a wimp. Holly glanced at her bedside clock. 2:15.

Gail stood stalk still in the living room, glass of water in front of her chest, mouth slightly agape. What had just happened? Gail looked around. She still had her shoes on for Christ sakes. No, but really, what just happened? So, she was spending the night on the couch? Gail hadn't moved a muscle. She apparently could spend the night on Holly's couch or her perfectly good bed in her and Dov's apartment. Should she just go home? Would that make things worse? Like Holly said, it was already after two in the morning and the couch was looking more appealing with every second that passed.

Gail awoke the next morning to the sound of clanking coming from the kitchen, along with a hissed "shit." Last night came flooding back to her. Great. Gail stared up at the ceiling. The sound of Holly's heels on the hardwood echoed throughout the apartment as she raced back to her bedroom. The sound of rummaging, and then more heels; they were getting closer. Gail could hear the sound of a dry cleaner bag rustling.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to wake you," but the heels didn't stop. It sounded like they were making circles from the kitchen to the bench by the door.

"'Sokay," Gail croaked as she sat up on the couch, back to the armrest, facing the door. Holly was dressed to impress; a super sharp charcoal suit, heels that made her legs look divine, she'd even straightened her hair, was wearing more makeup than usual.

"I'm really late for court, but I'll see you tonight. I'll call you!" Holly called out as she rushed out the door.

"Good luck," Gail offered as the door swung shut. Well, Holly had taken her dress with her, that was good right? Gail flopped back into the sofa. Her day off was already going so well.

Gail turned her phone back on as she left the shooting range and hopped in her car. Woah. Tons of texts:

Chris: "Do you know how to tie a tie?"

"These instructional videos on YouTube are really confusing"

Traci: "I'm just staring at my dress uniform on it's hangar. I'm willing it to burst into flames"

"No dice. I hate this thing"

"Revolt with me! We can wear leopard print..."

Gail laughed out loud at that one. That would definitely go over well with the department.

Nick: "Do you know how to tie a tie?"

Dov: "Do you know how to tie a tie?"

"Never mind, Chloe's coming over"

Why would anyone think Gail knew how to tie a tie? Oh shoot. A missed call and voicemail from Holly. Gail pressed play and brought the phone up to her ear:

"Hey it's me," Gail could hear Holly sigh into the phone, "I'm still at the court house. They haven't called me yet. Nelson's out today so I have to go all the way back to the lab to check on the residents after I'm done here." Gail could hear Holly take a long exhale; she was probably whipping her hand out in front of her to look at her watch, "so I should probably just meet you there. I'll meet you at the bar or the coat room or something. I gotta go. I'll let you know when I finally get out of here. Love you, bye," that was the end. Holly still loved her. Gail listened to the message again before driving off to Casa Peckstein.

"Change of plans," Gail marched into their kitchen and made a beeline for the cereal.

"Huh?" Dov brought his glass down from his mouth. He had clearly just gotten back from a run. He was wearing workout clothes, his shirt was soaked with sweat, and his headphones where resting around his neck. "I thought you were picking Holly up?"

Gail busied herself throwing together a bowl of cereal. "She's stuck at court and is probably going to be late so you get to drive me," Gail smiled and then shoved a spoonful of Cheerios into her mouth.

"Sure," Dov shrugged, "why are you eating? There's gonna be dinner at this thing!"

"Okay, 'Bear Strength of God', this is the first one of these shindigs for so I'm gonna help you out a little. Lucky for you I've been going to these since I was in utero." Gail began lecturing Dov through a full mouth, "first off, the hors d'oeuvres aren't bad but they're usually a little sparser than I would like. Secondly, the main course always sucks. If it's chicken it's rubbery, if it's steak it's tough, if it's fish it's not actually fish. The rolls are cold and dry. It's always plated, not a buffet, so you can't even load up on what good stuff there is. Thirdly, the drinks are usually kinda weak but the wine there will get you fucked up. Lastly the dessert is usually pure sugar. This is recipe for a drunken disaster. You drink a lot of weak drinks before dinner, only get a few munchies, barely eat any dinner while downing two glasses of wine because you're starving. Then dessert comes, which just pumps you full of sugar. Next thing you know you'll be singing an '80's ballad with Oliver a cappella to the whole department. It's the perfect storm for drunken embarrassment. Trust me. You wanna drink at least another two glasses of water and eat something significant here. I'm gonna make some toast once I'm ready," Gail continued to power through her bowl of cereal.

"Uh, thanks?" Dov struggled to take in everything Gail had just told him.

Gail threw her bowl and spoon into the sink and darted off to the bathroom, "dibs on first shower!"

"Damnit!" Dov muttered under his breath as he turned to the fridge to see what he could scrounge up to eat. Gail hated these events. Her mother loved them. Gail even signed herself up for a shift during but her mother quickly put a nix on that making it clear the only escape from this dinner for Gail would be an apocalypse.

"So, how are those couch cushions treating you?" Oliver chuckled as he picked another mini quiche off his plate.

"What are you, Perez Hilton now?" Somehow Oliver had been able to load up a plate with the hors d'oeuvres that were being passed around. Where did he even get the plate anyways? Who cares, Gail was totally gonna hang around him because of it. She'd been to countless Police Department dinners and events at the headquarters building and she was over it.

"Okay, okay," Oliver raised his right hand up in mock defense while he used it to hold onto his beer and cocktail napkin, "what, who?"

"Paris Hilton's gay brother," Gail deadpanned.

"Wait! Her brother's gay? Conrad or Barron?" Oliver asked through a full mouth.

"I'm going to do you a favor and forget you asked that," Gail reached for a cracker and a slice of cheese.

"Ya know, I could really use another hand," Oliver mused as he struggled to eat and tote his drink.

"What you need is someone to carry around a plate of appetizers for you," Gail smiled sweetly at Oliver. He just wagged his finger at her the way he does when you've gotten one over on him.

"So you know I got one of those iPhone dohickes a while back," Gail nodded along, wondering where Oliver was going with this, everyone's heard of an iPhone. Gail had one too, "anyways, after that thing a while back with Izzy the girls got kinda freaked you know?" Oliver grabbed another mini quiche off his plate but continued to talk, "I think they thought I wrote parking tickets all day up until then," he chuckled, and Gail just nodded along with wide eyes. She wished Holly would get here already. "Anyways there's this app," Oliver rocked forward onto the balls of his feet as if the whole concept was foreign to him, "and this app, 'Find My Family?'" Oliver shook his head and squinted his eyes like he didn't really know what he was talking about. "'Find My Friends?' 'Find My Friends!'" He announced victoriously. "Anyways, I turn this thing on when I go on shift and the girls can see where I am," he shrugged like it was no big deal and grabbed a shrimp. "And they don't have to worry as much. I used to be able to keep tabs on them too but they locked me out after a couple weeks," Oliver sighed; it was nice while it lasted. "Anyways, it's cool, ya know?"

"I wish I could use that on the waiters," Gail grumbled.

"Ha! That's a good one," Oliver laughed and smiled.

"What's a good one?" Traci asked as she and Chloe approached the pair.

"Is that one mine?" Gail grabbed the drink from Traci's outstretched hand without waiting for an answer.

"We were just talking about 'Find My Friends!'" Oliver said, once again, through a full mouth.

"Oh! My sister and I use that! Super useful for blind dates!" Chloe sounded so excited, Gail wanted it to stop.

"What's good for blind dates?" Dov inquired as he joined the group, "sorry, couldn't find any food."

"Told ya," Gail mumbled.

"'Find My Friends!'" Chloe announced cheerily.

"Oh, I'm totally forcing that on Leo once he gets a phone," Traci laughed.

Gail spied her brother walking towards the group. "Traci walk away," Gail hissed.

"Wow, love you too Gail?" Traci laughed Gail off.

"No, I'm serious," Gail pleaded, "shake a leg."

"What?!" Traci asked confused.

"Steve is coming over here, probably because he saw you, and if my parents see Steve and I they're bound to come over. Steve will gravitate to wherever you are," she tried to explain. "Toooo late," Gail said defeatedly as Steve placed his hand on Traci's back.

"Hey guys," Steve greeted everyone with a big smile. Gail groaned internally. Was this thing over yet? Oh even better, her parents had definitely just caught sight of their offspring and were headed straight for them.

"I hate you," Gail bit as she stared Steve straight in the eye.

"What'd I do?" Steve touched his chest and looked around just as his parents reached their little group.

'Good evening, sir, ma'am," Oliver said, kindly thrusting his dwindling supply of hors d'oeuvres in the Pecks' direction.

"Good evening officers," Elaine Peck beamed, "Oh, thank you!" Her hand hovered over the plate for a second as she decided what to pick. She finally settled on a mini quiche.

"Good choice," Oliver said approvingly, "I'd better try and find Celery," Oliver made a show of looking around the room. She had been gone for a while.

"I'll give you a hand," Dov offered.

"I'll check the ladies room," Chloe piped up, "I actually need to head there myself."

"I don't think there'll be any celery in the ladies room," Elaine countered looking around confused. Gail locked eyes with her mom and shook her head back and forth. "I don't understand," Elaine looked puzzled.

"Oliver's girlfriend is named Celery," Traci explained with a smile and a hint of a laugh.

"Oh," Elaine looked a little surprised and slightly startled, as if someone had played a joke on her, but her husband just chuckled softly. "Anyway, we really should have more negative calorie food here," she straightened her uniform a touch.

"Yeah, next time get rid of the alcohol and just serve water and crackers," Steve joked. Gail shot imaginary icicles at him from her eyes. There is no way she would show up to one of these things if there wasn't any alcohol. She'd have to bring a flask. That'd work, she guessed.

"Gail, I thought you were bringing Holly?" Her mother questioned, trying to scan the crowd for the brunette, "where is she?"

"I am, she is. But she had to bring herself."

"No need to talk in code, dear. Always so cryptic," Elaine huffed.

"She got stuck in court, mom," could she really not leave one little thing be?

"Courts are out at five, dear," Elaine looked Gail in the eye. Steve and Traci shared a look. She really wasn't going to let it go was she?

"She had to go all the way uptown to the lab after and check her minion's work before coming all the way back downtown here," Gail rolled her eyes. Seriously. Maybe she could have gotten away with not even showing up so long as Holly was here.

"Hey Dad, you catch the Jays game last night?" Steve asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, ya know the games are getting less embarrassing to watch every year," the elder Peck chuckled. "What was your ERA when you graduated? Two point eight? They could use you out there, Stevie," Bill laughed a deep guttural laugh.

"Actually Dad, I graduated with a two point seven."

"Ahh, still can't hold a candle to my two point three. You should try out next winter though," Bill joked.

Gail rolled her eyes. Sports. Boring. Baseball. Double boring. Holly like baseball though. Holly liked the Blue Jays. "Well I mean if Jimenez would take his diaper off, left his pacifier at home, and stopped sucking his thumb he might have a chance at actually catching the ball." Steve, Traci, The Inspector, and Superintendent all turned to look at Gail, mouths slightly agape, clearly surprised by her comment.

Traci laughed, "Holly yell that at the T.V.?"

Busted. "He's not even old enough to rent a car. He's practically Leo's age," Gail took another sip of her drink. Damn. Getting close to the bottom. She looked up from her glass just in time to see Holly walk through the doors of the lobby with Chris. Gail decided to down what she had left in her glass. Holly always looked beautiful. She had that nerdy 'I'm not putting in any effort but, oh, I look pretty great, and aren't you jealous' look down pat. But now, wow, now she looked smokin' hot. Runway material. She was wearing a boatneck sheath dress that bordered between royal and navy blue that fell just above her knee. Holly's black clutch matched the dress's subtle black sequins which were laid out in horizontal zigzag designs. When they caught the light they shone white. The dress was totally Holly; classy while being just a little different. If Gail wasn't seventy-five percent sure Holly was mad at her she'd drag her off to a coat room or empty office right then and there.

"Hey, look who I ran into in the parking lot," Chris beamed, "she tied my tie."

"Holly, so good to see you," Gail's mom smiled big and genuine. Wow, she was really laying it on thick tonight. Was her mom happier to see her or Holly?

"Oh yeah? You got a little something," Gail poked at Chris's tie and then poked him in the chin when he bent his neck down to look at what she was pointing at.

Holly rolled her eyes at Gail's antics and then turned, smiling, to the senior Pecks; "Good evening Superintendent Peck, Staff Inspector Peck."

Gail's dad put up his hands and pretend to brush off Holly's compliment, "you look absolutely lovely. And that's Staff Inspector Bill to you," he joked with a jolly smile. "It's actually still just 'Inspector' for a few more minutes anyhow."

"Well, people better start practicing," Elaine joked.

"Sorry I'm late," Holly apologized, "I was stuck at the court house all day and they didn't even end up calling me. I have to go back tomorrow. Then I had to run to the lab and make sure my residents mistakes weren't permanent."

"Nonsense, we're so glad you're here," Elaine smiled. Gail was sure her mom was being sincere. It was definitely unnerving.

"Is that the Drago trial?" Chris asked, sounding impressed.

"Yeah," Holly sighed.

"One of my buddies over at twenty-seven worked that case. Said it was the worst he's ever seen," Steve added.

"What day of the trial is it?" Elaine asked, trying not to sound too impressed; because she was.

"Today's the first day of arguments I think. I just show up when they tell me. I try not to pay attention to what they're saying on the news," Holly said sadly. "I think after opening statements the only witnesses they heard today were the first responders. They kinda just throw me in a conference room until they need me."

"That case is really riding on the forensics, isn't it?" Elaine inquired with a smile. She was impressed, although she tried to hide it. If Holly had been entrusted with this case that had to be pretty telling.

"Anddd with that, it's time to get you a drink," Gail interjected as she grabbed Holly's hand and dragged her off to the bar. Holly could old smile and wave at the group as she was hauled off.

"Should we leave Chris with them?" Holly asked, slightly concerned.

"You mean, Craig? Traci will take care of him," Gail dismissed Holly's concern. She almost wished she could be there to witness Chris make a fool of himself. Oh well, hopefully Traci would fill her in later. "I hate these things. Everyone's milling around laughing and pretending to have fun."

"Yeah, well, free food," Holly smiled.

Gail leaned her side against the bar and ordered them two drinks. Holly faced Gail and mirrored her position at the bar and her smile faltered. "Holly, look I'm sorry-"

"No Gail, I'm sorry. I was a total spaz. I was worried and then everyone on T.V. was dying or getting shot or double crossed by albino narcs and I freaked out. I'm sorry I flipped out at you. And I'm sorry I made you sleep on the couch." Holly outwardly cringed, "It's kind of really embarrassing looking back..." she sighed. Gail was honestly surprised at the turn this conversation had taken, but she tried to not show it. She looked into Holly's eyes; they were so expressive. They said, 'I'm a fool. I'm sorry. I wonder how far I can jam my foot into my mouth.'

After a slight pause Gail raised her eyebrows, "Albino narcs huh?" and smiled.

Holly laughed and threw her head into her hand. "There were all these violent, scary movies on so I started watching 'The Heat,''' Holly laughed at herself.

"Sandra Bullock and Melissa McCarthy were kind of everything I aspire to be as a police officer in that, you know?" Gail smiled.

"That doesn't surprise me," Holly laughed.

"I should have called," Gail said seriously, "I didn't know-I've," she sighed, "since I've been on the job I've only dated other cops. I didn't - sometimes I forget you worry. I'm sorry. I'll call from now on."

"It's okay, but thanks," Holly smiled softly, relieved.

"So just to recap?" Gail motioned between the two of them, "you're not mad at me?"

"No," Holly sighed. "I wasn't every really mad at you. I was worried, exhausted, under the influence of television, and kinda horny. I also probably had a little too much wine and cookies. And this morning I was super late. But I wasn't really ever mad at you."

"Kinda horny, huh?" Gail's eyes narrowed. Just then the lights dimmed on and off. "Dinner time? I've barely eaten all day," Holly sounded eager. Too eager. Gail might have to share some of the edible portions of her dinner. Holly pushed herself off the bar and scanned the room for their table but Gail didn't move.

"Holly."

Holly turned back to face Gail, "yeah?"

"You're a really beautiful person. It's kind of annoying, actually. You always look beautiful. Tonight," Gail bit her bottom lip, "you look absolutely stunning tonight. Radiant. You're magnificent." Holly blushed. "And totally smokin' hot." Gail was a master at cleverly disguising her compliments; at downplaying them. Holly didn't mind. That's who Gail was. At the very least it was always fresh and unique. But when Gail just said it, just said what she meant, Holly's heart stopped. She was in a room filled with cops. Someone must know how to use a defibrillator, no?

Holly beamed, "that was a lot more eloquent than the 'dayum' Chris greeted me with," Holly couldn't help chuckling. "You look pretty spiffy yourself, Officer Peck. I haven't seen this uniform before. I like."

"Oh please," Gail rolled her eyes, "this thing's a full body chastity belt, and it itches," she pushed herself off the bar and lead them to their table.

All through dinner Gail couldn't help but curse her family name. Being a "Peck" was the reason she was sitting front and center with the Chief, and Deputy Chief of Police and their wives. Her parents were sitting next to her so she couldn't even have a little fun with it. Steve was such brown noser. Holly was pretty into her dinner and yakking with the Deputy's wife about doctory sciencey things. At least she could make faces at Traci from across the table. Gail wished she could be a few tables over with the rest of Fifteen. Frank, and the division, were receiving an award for the successful handing of the Ford brothers, and their service under pressure after the shooting, so their table was pretty close to the front. But still, Gail would rather be laughing with them than scowling with her mother. Gail wondered if Oliver had any hors d'oeuvres left. She and Oliver even got a commendation for discovering that grow house which also led to the discovery of a murder. Thankfully she didn't have to go up on stage to accept that. Her dad was also being promoted from Inspector to Staff Inspector. Gail thought he deserved it. He did his job, he did it well, and he tried not to make any unnecessary waves. He had been married to her mother for almost thirty-five years. He deserved a medal for that. Gail tuned the Chief of Police out as he closed out the program but her ears shot open when he said "retirement." Gail could practically see her mother salivate. Opportunities to move up on the ladder were rare when you reached her mother's rank, but there was about to be a spot open. Even if she wasn't made Chief of Police she'd definitely have her sights set on Deputy. She'd probably start pushing for Gail and Steve to move up as well. Great.

As soon as people finished clapping and started milling around some more Gail grabbed Holly's hand and made a beeline for the bar. Gail skillfully weaved them through the crowd, snuck a bottle of wine from behind the bar, and steered them over to the elevators.

"Where are we going?" Holly asked, surprised, as Gail called the elevator to take them up.

"You'll see," Gail shutdown the question and pressed the button for the roof. They stepped out of the elevator, onto a surprisingly nice roof patio complete with outdoor furniture and some trees.

"What's this?" Holly asked surprised, looking around, trying to take it all in. Gail made her way over to the railing and leaned up against it, watching Holly poke her way around the space. Gail unbuttoned and removed her thick dress jacket and laid it on the railing.

"It's been my escape from horrible police events since Steve was tall enough to press the button in the elevator," Holly nodded her approval, she could see Steve and Gail getting into quite the trouble as kids. "He kinda outgrew it once he made detective though."

"But you never did," Holly said with a smile as she leaned up against the railing facing Gail.

"Nah," Gail pulled out her phone and demanded that Holly give her her's.

"What are you doing?" Holly asked when Gail started tapping away at both screens feverishly.

"You'll see," was the only answer Gail gave.

Holly reached for the bottle of wine in Gail's hand and took a sip, "I could practically see your mom salivating over the Chief of Police's stripes," she joked.

"Yeah," Gail scoffed, "why do you think I was so eager to get out of there."

"Ohhhhh," Holly smiled, "I thought you were just trying to get me alone."

"Yeah, well, that too," Gail winked.

Holly turned to look over the railing at the city below. It was a warm, but not hot, mid-june night and the sun was almost fully set. "Oh look! It's a prom!" Holly exclaimed excitedly. Sure enough, the hotel across the street had a roof courtyard that was swarming with high schoolers. They could even hear Avicii's "Wake Me Up" pumping through the speakers.

"That's disgusting," Gail glared in their direction.

"Wow, none for Gretchen Wieners over here," Holly looked over at Gail in shock.

"What? Half of them are going to wake up tomorrow more hungover than they've ever been; probably just as many are going to embarrass themselves one way or another; a ton of them are going to lose their virginity, have horrible, awkward sex or both. I'm just being honest," Gail smiled her 'I'm right and you know it' smile.

"Probably true, but look at them! They're all dancing awkwardly and laughing and having fun," Holly was practically giddy and it made Gail smile a real smile. The song switched to Sheriff's "When I'm With You" and Holly turned to face Gail and demanded "dance with me." She topped it off with a positively joyful smile.

"I don't dance," Gail shook her head from side to side.

"Please?" Holly smiled and batted her eyelashes but Gail was unfazed. "Are you really gonna say no to me when I look like this?" Holly up and down to herself. Holly had her there. Gail took Holly's hand, quickly pulled her into her, and started to sway to the music. She couldn't be positive, but Gail was pretty sure this song was on one of the CD's Oliver played in the squad car sometimes. Gail got an idea and looped her hands around Holly's neck and pulled her down in a slow and languid kiss. And then the dancing stopped and all Gail could feel was Holly's velvet tongue and warm hands drift up her chest to her neck, and down to her butt. Holly gently pulled away as the song ended and rested her forehead on Gail's.

"Why'd you stop?" Gail whined as Holly smiled at her. Her face was so close, but too far.

"That was a dirty trick, Officer," Holly tapped the tip of her index finger against Gail's neck.

"You love me," Gail smiled wickedly.

"That I do, that I do," Holly exhaled deeply and then smiled.

Gail got up on her tip toes, kissed Holly's cheek and whispered in her ear, "I love you."

Holly said "I know," because she did know. She could feel it.

"I'm really glad you're here, thanks for coming. I despised this less with you here."

"Are you kidding? I wouldn't miss it."

"We should probably get back downstairs," Gail sighed, "a Peck 'must always be there to wish everyone a goodnight,'" Gail reached for her jacket to put it on and check her uniform.

"Ooooo are we hosting then?"

"Are you kidding? Like I'd approve of serving that nasty fish," Gail scoffed and headed back to the elevator.

"It didn't taste that bad to me. You barely touched yours! Wait! I thought that was chicken..."

"Exactly. You scarfed yours down! It was fish. Did you even chew? Don't get me wrong, you did a really good job hiding it, very lady like."

"Thanks," Holly smiled a cheeky smile, "my mom would be proud. I was starved. Oh! Can I have my phone back now?" Holly had completely forgotten about it until she remembered her mom had called while she was in court and she needed to call her back.

"Oh, yeah," Gail handed Holly her phone as they stepped into the elevator.

"What were you doing anyways?" Holly clicked the screen on, checking to see if Gail had changed her background to something embarrassing.

"Oliver told me about this 'super hip app' so I installed it for you," Gail said, sounding proud of herself but casual.

"Uh oh..." Holly was skeptical of Gail and Oliver's definition of 'super hip.'

"He loves it. He turns it on when he goes on shift so his girls can check to make sure he's still walking around and stuff. So I'm gonna do it too. Don't worry, I didn't turn yours on, I can't check up on your Tim Hortons addiction."

"Gail that's silly," Holly objected, "I don't need to voyeuristically check up on you. I'm gonna shut it off."

"Just shut up okay. I'm just going to keep turning it back on again. I want you to feel better if you ever start to worry. I'll only turn it on when I go on shift. Plus, I don't have anything to hide anyways, my baked goods and cheese puff addiction is pretty well-known. Just let it be, okay? Or, I'm gonna tattle on you."

"Tattle on me? To who?"

"Your mom. Duh."

Holly bit her bottom lip. She wasn't really sure how she felt about this but she'd drop it for now. Gail was being sweetly assertive and it was definitely a turn on. The elevator doors dinged opened and Gail led Holly back to the lobby in search of her parents, "c'mom, we need to get you home and out of that dress ASAP."

"Yes, Officer."

"June, she'll change her tune, in restless walks she'll prowl the night"
-Simon and Garfunkel "April Come She Will"

A/N: Let me know what you think! I'm not sure if time's gonna pass for another chapter or if the next part of the story is gonna get moving...we'll have to see about that...

Also! Major points to anyone who can name the Rookie Blue-er(s) in each of the movies Holly nixed.