A/N: I don't want to spoil anything, but to those of you who are worrying; Gail and Holly are the only pairing this fic is listed under for a reason. They're endgame, guys! And honestly I'm too lazy to even attempt to put either of them with someone else romantically, not to mention I would loathe it. It's still snowing so you guys get another chapter! Lookout because I've updated 3 chapters in about 24 hours. Without further ado...

"If I lived till I was one hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you"

On the third day Gail was partnered with Nick. Fabulous. Actually, she decided it wasn't that bad. She knew it'd be easier to get him to leave her alone than anyone else. Plus, he wasn't a rookie. She had to have his back, sure, but she was less concerned about him shooting himself in the foot while getting coffee. Yes, she could definitely have worse partners than Nick today. He let her be and she was thankful for that.

On the fourth day she was partnered with Chloe. Fuck that shit. Chloe was the last person she wanted to be partnered with. No, that wasn't fair. Oliver was the last person Gail wanted to be partnered with today. Oliver had a creepy way of knowing exactly what was going on with everyone even when they didn't say a word. He would have seen right through her. She liked making fun of Chloe. Sure, she'd grown to not hate Chloe, but goddamn if that girl didn't drive her nuts. Chloe was fun to make fun of and Gail thought Chloe had kind of grown more accustomed to it. But her heart just wasn't in it today. She thought maybe Chloe could tell but surprisingly, she didn't say anything about it. Small victories. Once again, she rebuffed Chris's encouragement to join him and the gang at the Penny. They had the next two days off, he pleaded.

"Hey, guys, are you like, worried about Gail?" Chris asked with some hesitation. Everyone around the table turned to look at him.

"What do you mean?" Andy asked.

"Well, she hasn't been around for like a week," Chris knitted his eyebrows. "She hasn't been to the Penny since...since before our last days off," Chris spoke with genuine concern.

"I just thought she was out with Holly," Andy shrugged her shoulders.

"She hasn't been," Dov shook his shoulders. "She's been at our place all this week. Without Holly," he took another swig of his beer.

Traci shook her head, "Chloe you rode with her today right? Was she okay?"

"I don't know," Chloe contorted her face into a jumble of lines. "She's Gail. She was kinda quiet but she kinda always is. She wasn't as mean as normal maybe. She doesn't like, gab with me."

"Helpful," Traci said sarcastically.

On the fifth day Summer called and Holly told her. Summer was visiting their grandparents in Ottawa for a few weeks.

"Do you want me to beat her up? I'm serious Hols, I'll cut a bitch."

"No. God. Summer, it's not like that. But thanks, I appreciate the sentiment," Holly genuinely laughed for the first time in days. Summer was always good for a laugh.

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind. I'll be back in town next week."

"She's still a cop remember? I don't think that would go over well for you."

"Meh, I'd deal."

Holly fidgeted with the blanket draped over her couch and Summer let the silence hang for a second.

"So, have you told mom and dad?"

"No," Holly sighed, "they're still in Italy, remember? They're not getting back until Sunday."

"Oh, right. How could I forget the reason I'm at gram and gramp's this specific week?" Holly was pretty sure Summer just rolled her eyes, even though she couldn't see her. "Well I won't tell them. Or I will if you want me to. Whatever."

"Thanks," Holly smiled. Summer was a little wild and she sure could put her foot in her mouth but she was a good kid. She was a good sister. "I'll tell them when they get back though. I just hates how mom gets you know? And dad's just so awkward, ya know?"

"Yup. Dad's a weirdo," Summer agreed quickly. "Ugh, I gotta go Hol. Time for dinsy."

Holly laughed, it couldn't be past five o'clock. "Tell gram and gramp I said hey."

"You got it. We'll talk more when I get home. Love you, Hols."

"Love you too, Summer."

On the sixth day Gail had dinner with Steve. It was their biweekly sibling dinner date. Sometimes it was lunch when they were really busy. Neither of them would admit how much they really loved it. How much they almost needed it. But they did. Growing up in the Peck household had bonded them for life. Gail owned her snotball status. She made no apologies for calling people out, especially when they deserved it most. Steve was more like Gail than he cared to admit sometimes but with her he could let it fly without apology.

"So, how do you like being a big bad training officer?" Steve wagged his eyebrows and reached for a second dumpling with his chopsticks.

"Better than being a rookie," Gail ripped off a bite of spring roll.

Steve continued to chew and nodded his agreement. Anything was better than being a rookie. "How are they?" He asked through a semi-empty mouth.

"Too soon to tell, but none of them have wet themselves yet, so that's good," Gail punctuated her point by stabbing the air with her chopsticks before reaching for a dumpling.

"How's Holly doing? She still finishing up that article for 'Science'?"

Gail looked down at what was left of her spring roll and mumbled, "I don't know."

Steve finished what was in his mouth but didn't go for another bite, "what do you mean?"

Gail rested her head in her left hand and looked up at Steve without looking him in the eye, "we broke up, okay?"

Steve leaned in a little farther, "sorry." He was sorry. He liked Holly. She was cool. But mostly her knew Gail really really liked Holly. Not to mention the fact that Gail totally loved her.

"Not your fault," Gail looked back down at her plate and poked her spring roll with her chopsticks.

"Phew!" Steve leaned back in his chair and placed his right hand in the center of his chest dramatically, "I was really worried there for a second."

"Shut up," Gail grabbed a piece of carrot from her springroll in her chopsticks and flung it at Steve. A smile slowly spread across her face for a couple seconds before receding. Steve smiled too for a second. Mostly because that was the first time he'd seen Gail smile all week.

"When?" Steve cocked his head to the side as he asked.

"Thursday," Gail continued her dissection of her spring roll and ground her head farther into the fist it was resting on. Tomorrow it would be a week ago.

"What happened?" Steve's voice was soft and caring, his eyebrows were peaked above the bridge of his nose.

Gail looked up him, "don't wanna talk about it." She leaned back as the waiter refilled her water glass. Steve didn't push her about it. That's not what they were to each other. When they finished Gail didn't seem to be in a hurry to go though, so he suggested they order a second dessert. After dessert she still didn't seem ready to leave so her ordered a couple more drinks. After another round Gail asked the waiter for the check but Steve grabbed it before Gail reached it. She insisted it was her turn to pay. It was. Steve refused and slipped his credit card into the pleather envelope before handing it to the waiter as he passed by their table. He conceded it was Gail's turn, but he was treating her as congratulations on her first shifts as a training officer. He gave a cheesy smile and said how proud of her he was. She slapped Steve in the arm and she laughed when he playfully howled in pain. He was actually proud of her, and she knew it. He drove her home and waited for her to get in the door before pulling back out into traffic.

"So how was dinner with Gail?" Traci asked Steve as she ripped a piece of floss from the container.

"Delicious," Steve smiled through his mouthful of toothpaste and toothbrush.

Traci leaned up against the wall to face him with a knowing look on her face, "How's Holly?"

"She wasn't there," Steve gave her a 'duh' look. "Peck blood only," he closed his lips around his toothbrush and made a 'P' with his fingers in front of his chest. Traci rolled her eyes. Such a Peck.

"How are Gail and Holly?" Traci raised her eyebrows. Steve didn't answer but turned to face the mirror and returned to brushing his teeth. "Did they break up?" Traci leaned forward and grabbed Steve's arm. Steve pretended not to hear her question nor feel her hand on his arm. He did a great job of it too. No eye movement, not body movement at all. If Traci didn't know better she would have been worried. "No!' Traci groaned and lightly slapped him on the arm. Traci asked Steve when, how, and why, but he continued to ignore her. She was kind of annoyed but she understood. Gail probably told him not to tell anyone. "Hey, you know how you were going to take me to the Jays game tomorrow night?" Leo was with Dex that night and they had planned an adult outing.

"Yeah?" Of course Steve remembered.

"You should take one of your buddies. Or your dad! You guys love baseball."

"Why?" Steve asked as he pulled back the sheets and crawled into bed.

"Cause Gail and I are getting drunk...well, I'm gonna let Gail get drunk, and be her babysitter."

"If I lived till I was one hundred and two I just don't think I'll ever get over you"
-Colin Hay "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You"

A/N: To put it bluntly, Gail's head begins to work itself out of her backside next chapter with help from someone you might not expect...Hang in there guys!