A/N: Just FYI I'm assuming Chloe and Nick aren't training officers yet since they're a couple years behind the original rookies.

"I can't unpack my heart leaving through the door. My baby's got a suitcase but please don't ask me why"

Dov raised his glass, "I'd like to propose a toast. To us, and our rookies, for surviving our first week as training officers. Who knows what would have happened to us if they didn't," Dov finished with a chuckle. Chris, Gail, Andy, and Chloe all clinked glasses with him in celebration.

"Congrats guys," Chloe said excitedly.

"It's only been four days," Gail groaned, trying to stay realistic.

"Yeah, well," Chris smiled, "it's our 'weekend' so we kinda finished a whole week," he shrugged and then took another sip of his beer.

"I'm going to get another drink," Gail pushed herself off the table and headed to the bar.

"Oh my god!" Chloe exclaimed, patting the table top in excitement, "you will never guess who Nick and I saw when we were on patrol today!" She looked around the table expectantly.

"Umm, I don't know, Justin Bieber?" Dov was first to play along.

"Nope!" Chloe shook her head side to side with a grin on her face.

"Uh, Donald Sutherland?" Chris asked.

"What?! No, who even is that?" Chloe sounded insulted by Chris's guess. "You guys suck. We saw RYAN REYNOLDS!"

"NO WAY ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" Andy lunged forward on the table as if being closer to Chloe might make Ryan Reynolds appear.

"Yes! I'm pretty sure he was walking down Queen with his mom."

Chris and Dov looked at each other and shrugged as Chloe and Andy yammered on about the sighting. Holly opened the door to the Penny and immediately spotted Chloe talking animatedly. "Hey guys," Holly smiled widely, greeting the group and taking Gail's vacated chair.

"Holly!" Chloe whipped around from facing Andy and asked proclaimed, "you will never guess who I saw today!"

Holly was a little taken aback but quickly guessed, "Seth Rogan?"

"No...but that would have been super cool. Oh! Oh my god, how cool would it be to arrest Seth Rogan? Never mind, guess again."

Holly's eyes naturally floated up and to the right as she tried to picture famous people Chloe might have encountered, "Ryan Reynolds?" She guessed, having come up with nothing else.

"YES!" Chloe slapped the table excitedly, "he was walking down Queen street with his mom, I think." Holly nodded her approval and amazement. Sometimes she wondered if Chloe was a super caffeine addict, or if maybe she was on speed. Holly thought she was nice none the less, definitely a well meaning person. "Did you guys see Noelle's new sonogram? I know she said they want it to be a surprise, but I swear it's a boy," Chloe raised her eyebrows and nodded a little bit before adding, "if ya know wha I meannn." Everyone around the table burst out laughing.

"That could have been the umbilical cord ya know?" Holly said through her laughter, "or a finger, or toe, or even an arm." This only made Chris and Andy laugh harder.

"What's so funny?" Gail frowned as she sidled up to Holly with a fresh drink.

"I swear Noelle's having a boy, and they think I'm nuts," Chloe huffed and took another sip. You are nuts. But Gail kept that comment to herself.

"My money's on a girl," Andy countered.

"Why's that?" Dov asked.

"I don't know, just a feeling," Andy shrugged.

Gail turned to Holly and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, "I'll get you a drink, I'm waiting for my food anyways. What do you want?"

"Thanks," Holly smiled, "surprised me."

"Weird," Gail turned and headed back to the bar. Why would anyone want to be surprised about anything? Especially alcohol.

"So," Chris seemed to be concentrating hard, "if it's a boy, do you think she'll actually name it after Oliver this time?"

"Chris that's ridiculous," Holly snorted, "you can't name your kids Olivia and Oliver. That'd be like naming them Alexander and Alexandra."

"Yeah, that'd be so jacked up," Dov agreed with a stern face.

"Yeah, that'd be weird," Andy agreed. "I bet, if it's a girl they'll name it after Noelle's mom or sister, and if it's a boy they'll name him after Frank."

"Always a safe bet, my mom has made it abundantly clear that she will be incredibly insulted if her first granddaughter isn't named after her," Holly rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I'm probably locked into that too," Chris mused.

"Whatchya talkin' about?" Gail slid into the empty seat between Chris and Andy after placing Holly's drink in front of her.

"Holly and Chris's firstborn," Chloe answered with a smile, "well, firstborn girl."

"Excuse you?" Gail shot Chloe a look.

"Holly and Chris's respective firstborns-two, separate babies," Dov clarified.

"Oh," Gail conceded before taking a huge bite of her burger.

"No way in hell am I naming my kid after my mom," Andy rolled her eyes.

"Me neither!" Chloe groaned.

Dov turned to look at her, "hey, your mom's great!"

"Yeah, and she goes by her middle name, because her name is Bertha."

The entire table burst into laughter. Gail almost aspirated some medium-rare beef. Chris was barely able to choke out, "now that's just cruel."

Holly tried to catch her breath, "I mean, it's pretty ironic for a mother to name her baby 'Bertha' seeing as, ya know, giving birth and all."

"Ya know what would be hilarious, is if Chris named his kid, 'Cameron'. Works for a boy or a girl," Dov offered with a smile.

"Cameron Diaz? Real classy," Gail rolled her eyes with a full mouth.

"Not as bad as being named 'Wright Price,'" Chris shot back. "Just throw 'Ian' in as the middle name and his initials would sound like 'whip'."

"Nice, Chris, real nice," Andy laughed along.

"I'm never gonna name my kids a thing. Ya know?" Holly said.

"I think George Costanza was really onto something with 'Seven' as a name," Chris nodded his head and shrugged.

"Are you drunk?" Chloe asked critically.

"Now Seinfeld, that was a great show," Dov smiled approvingly.

"I bet Kramer was your personal hero," Gail chomped down on a fry.

"Kramer! That's what Oliver's hair would like like if he had any!" Chris proclaimed with such enthusiasm. Dov just shook his head at Chris.

"No," Andy said sternly, and almost sadly, "no Chris. That's. Just. So wrong."

"Who wants to see my paparazzi pictures of Ryan Reynolds?" Chloe asked excitedly. "Or should I say, copperazzi?" Gail just rolled her eyes.

They spent the next couple of hours laughing and talking about random stuff. Every few minutes Chloe would bring up her run in with Ryan Reynolds and his possible mother. Dov and Chloe kept encouraging Chris to go up to random women at the bar. That wasn't really Chris's style though.

"I kinda feel bad for Chris," Holly mused as she turned on her car and the engine roared to life.

"Huh?" Gail had totally spaced out.

"The way Chloe and Dov kept egging him on? I don't know, he doesn't really seem to be the 'ask a stranger in a bar out' type."

Gail started picking at the knee of her jeans and started mumbling, "would you hate me if I just asked you to drive me home?" She continued to stare at her pants.

"No," Holly placed her right hand on Gail's knee. "Everything okay?" Holly sounded concerned.

"Yeah," Gail sighed, "I'm just really tired. This week was rough, I kinda just wanna starfish out. Plus I told Dov I'd go with him to the range tomorrow and I probably won't get up unless he's there pounding on my door. You have work tomorrow," Gail chanced a look over at Holly who kept her eyes on the road. That was a lie; she and Dov never made plans to go to the range. Why did she just lie? Why did she just lie to Holly?

Gail threw herself down onto her bed after taking a short shower and brushing her teeth. But even with all the space in the world Gail couldn't sleep. Her mind was a mess, racing with thought after thought. They all zipped by and she could barely make any of them out. She tossed and turned trying to find some bit of sleep. Fuck it. Gail grabbed her keys and drove out to the beach near her house. Or rather, her parents house. That wasn't really her home anymore was it? And she never owned it. So was it her house anymore? No. Not really. Gail took off her shoes and walked up to the water's edge. The water was warming up. It was summer now. It wasn't a battle of wills to keep her feet in for a few minutes. She looked down at the water and cried. She just let it go. But she didn't really know why yet. Or maybe she did. Maybe she just didn't want to admit it yet. She spent the wee hours of the morning, the next day, and the next night in bed. Just lying there. Drifting in and out of consciousness. Drifting in and out of thinking.

When Holly got home from work the day after next something just seemed off. Gail had been pretty MIA during her days off, but Gail did that sometimes. Sort of like a kid on school vacation; too euphoric to do anything sensible or rational with their time. She opened the door and everything looked the same, but it just seemed different. She just couldn't put her finger on it. "Gail?" Holly was pretty sure she was here. Her duty duffel was by the door, she had brought it to the range no doubt. Holly moved to hang up her raincoat on on of the pegs by the door. That's when she saw it. Her heart caught in her throat. The hunger pangs she had been feeling disappeared and were replaced by something far worse. Holly heard Gail's footsteps approaching and so she grabbed it, holding it up for Gail to see, "care to explain?" her voice was light. So much lighter than the air around her. She almost smiled. Because maybe. Just maybe. It wasn't what it looked like. What it felt like. Maybe.

Shit. Gail sighed. That's not how she wanted it to happen. Well, she didn't really know how she had wanted it to happen. Never. That's how she wanted it to happen; never. Holly's left hand was crossed over her chest. Her right elbow was resting in her left palm, holding up her right forearm. The hydrogen and sulfur keychain, along with the key she had put on Gail's keys were dangling from Holly's pointer finger. She looked into Gail's eyes. They weren't their normal clear blue. They were puffy and red. Say something. Say something.

Say something. Gail stood there like she had stood in front of her mother almost ten years ago. She was home for Christmas her first year at university. She told her mom she was 'never going to be a cop.' She was so stupid. She had known it was a lie. Of course she was going to be a police officer. Her mother could see right through her. She wanted to become a police officer. Still, she couldn't stop the words from tumbling out her mouth all those years ago. And she couldn't stop them today. She had already made her choice. She looked at the floor. It was the right choice. The painful choice. But it was the only choice. "I'm sorry," is all Gail mustered.

"Gail," Holly sighed and took a step toward the blonde. But Gail matched Holly's step forward with a step back of her own, and a hand up that said 'stop.' Holly was wearing her glasses. Gail would miss her glasses. Gail would miss everything.

"I can't anymore."

"Can't what? What do you mean? We-we're happy-we-we're in love," Holly's mind was racing a mile a minute but she couldn't figure it out. B.A., M.D., Ph.D., none of them were helping her here. This wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

"We were. We are. But you-you're perfect. You-you bake cookies, you smile, you actually like your family," Gail was rambling now, it was all spilling out, and just like years ago; she couldn't stop it. She had to keep going, "you're smart, you're happy, babies love you, and you want a baby and you want to name it after your mom and I can't give you that. I can't. You deserve everything. I-I have to let you go. Before-before it's too late," Gail didn't dare look in Holly's eyes. Her face, but not her eyes. She stared at her chin.

Holly tried to make eye contact but Gail thwarted her attempts. "Gail I-"

"Don't," Gail shook her head from side to side. Her ponytail following a little behind the motions of her head, quietly rusting on the back of her shirt. She had to leave. She had to leave right now. Before it killed her from the inside out. Holly was frozen. Frozen in time. Frozen in space. There was a light swish and rustling of straps and buckles as Gail picked her duffel up by the handles. And then the click of the door shutting. Holly couldn't move. And Gail was gone. And then she was walking. Speed walking. She was yanking open the drawer. It was empty. And she was frozen again. Frozen in July.

"I can't unpack my heart leaving through the door. My baby's got a suitcase but please don't ask me why"
-Emeli Sandé "Suitcase"

A/N: I still love you guys. Do you still love me? No? I understand.
More questions than answers? They're coming.