A/N: Trigger warnings for mentions of abduction, assault and rape. Again, not much worse than you'd hear on Rookie Blue but I wanted to put this up just in case. I can never thank bailchab enough for being beta.

Gail sat silently in the autopsy suite observing Holly. After Ryan calmed her down, Holly hadn't shown any other emotion at the scene. She'd become the consummate professional that she always was. Gail was glad that someone had helped Holly. She wished it had been her, but it wasn't, and she was dealing with that. Ryan and Luke had stayed to canvas the neighborhood surrounding the park. So once again, Gail volunteered to go to the morgue. Gail wanted to observe the autopsy, see if she could learn anything, but she found herself watching Holly more than watching the body. It reminded her of that first day, but today she didn't want to be here in the morgue, much less live here.

"I can hear the hamster wheel, Gail. What are you thinking?" Holly asked, as she removed the liver and put it in the scale tray.

"I was thinking about the first day I was here with you," Gail replied looking at the back of Holly's head.

"Hmmm…"

"Don't worry, Holly. I'm not going to take us on a trip down memory lane. I know why we're here," Gail exhaled heavily. "What can you tell me about her?" Holly turned back to look at Gail, and Gail clarified, "the victim. What can you tell me about the victim?"

Holly removed the liver from the scale, put it in a container, and took a cleansing breath. "She's in her twenties. Had a last meal that consisted of what I think was some pretty bad Mexican food and maybe a Twinkie? There's nothing quite like yellow dye number 5. I won't be sure until I get the results back, but that's my best guess right now."

"I thought you didn't guess."

"I guess all the time. I just get to call it hypothesizing," Holly walked back over to the body.

Gail walked closer to the body her arms folded across her chest. "Was she tied up?"

"Yes."

"Raped?"

"Yes," Holly answered and Gail closed her eyes. "Gail, I'm sorry."

"It's not about me; or at least it's not about my feelings or how I feel about it. Focus on her. I'll wait out in the hallway if you need me to," Gail turned to leave.

"Don't go," Holly said softly and Gail turned to face her. "It's easier with you here…Easier to know it's not you on the table when you're here. Stay."

"Okay. I'll sit over here," Gail gestured to the desk and then sat on top of it.

"Your hair suits you. It brings out your eyes," Holly said quietly, then dipped her head and turned back to the body.

"Thanks," Gail wanted to say more. She wanted to tell Holly how beautiful she was even now, how sorry she was that Holly was going through this because of her, but she couldn't. She couldn't make her throat work around the lump in it. So she sat there silently and watched.

Holly was meticulous. Gail knew that. She loved to watch her work. She was always in awe of how much information she took in and cataloged. She had a precision that an untrained observer would think was callousness. Lucky for Gail, she was a trained observer. She saw the care. She saw the brilliance. She saw the pity cross Holly's face every now and then. She saw the magnificence that was Holly Stewart. Goddammit.

"Whoa Nellie."

Gail jumped up off the desk and stood beside Holly. "What? Whoa Nellie what?"

"She had a hair with a root ball embedded in her teeth. We've got trace and possibly DNA!" Holly turned to Gail beaming.

"I'll call Luke," Gail took out her phone.

"Wait. We won't know anything for a while. This is the first trace evidence that we've recovered from one of the victims. She's been washed like they all have, but the killer missed this. She put up a hell of a fight to get this in her teeth," Holly carefully collected the blonde hair in a small specimen cup.

"So that's something else you can tell me about her…"

"What?" Holly looked up.

"That she was a fighter."

"Yeah, she was a fighter. A hell of a fighter," Holly looked at the body "We won't let you down. You hear me? We're gonna make this maniac pay. Aren't we, Gail?"

"Yeah. We're gonna make 'em pay," Gail walked over and touched Holly on the shoulder. Touched Holly for the first time since she left for San Francisco, and looked down at the victim, "You have the best forensic pathologist I've ever seen working for you."

Gail realized what she was doing and stepped away abruptly. She spun around and pulled out her phone and dialed Luke to cover up her momentary lapse. "Luke, Holly found a hair embedded in the victim's teeth. She's going to run it as soon as she can. We'll keep you posted, but I wanted to update you. Yeah, yeah. How's Hop-Along? Shut up," Gail snapped the phone shut.

"Gail…"

"Hey, I'm going to go and get some cheesepuffs or something. You want anything? Are you hungry?" Gail walked toward the door briskly, "Did you get a chance to eat this morning before you went horseback riding? You need to eat you know."

"I'm fine, Gail. Gail, we…"

"I'm going to get something out of your crappy vending machines. Luke and Ryan should be here in about two hours. Will you have something to tell them then?"

"Yes. We won't have DNA results on the hair then, but I'll be done with the autopsy and can give them all of that. I'm soaking her fingertips in a solution to remove the fake fingerprints – evidently, that's something we'll have to contend with from now on. Hopefully, I'll have an ID by the time they get here."

"Okay then. I'm just going to run out and get some food."

"Gail…" Holly started and Gail stopped walking and looked at her, "Get something for your hangover. You look miserable." Gail just nodded and quickly walked out.

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Luke and Ryan had finished the canvas and were heading to the morgue in Luke's car. Ryan was fisting her hands in her hair in the passenger seat. She stopped abruptly and turned to him, "How did no one see anything? That park is in the middle of the city in a fairly good neighborhood. This is frustrating as all hell."

"You knew it was a long shot. No one saw anything with any of the other dump sites. I'm more concerned that the victim's hair was dark. Just like Gail's. Peck changed her hair for the undercover assignment. She was supposed to come back to work the day Holly interviewed Perik. The first time Gail Peck had that hair as Gail was that day. You know what that means. The killer's seen Gail, or he has someone who's seen Gail."

"Yes, Luke, I know what that means. I'm pretty sure Marc and Brandon know what that means; Holly knows what that means; and even Gail knows what that means. What I'm hoping is that the killer dyed the hair. Not was able to stalk someone who fits Gail's description now. If that's the case, you have a leak in your department because that would have taken planning and would have had to have started when Gail was still undercover."

"Well, we've got a leak somewhere. Have you asked your girlfriend about the batting cages crack Perik made?"

"Excuse me?"

"Oh. Is it a secret?"

"Any relationship I have, or don't have, with Dr. Stewart isn't germane to this case."

"I bet it's germane to Peck."

"Can we focus here?"

"Well, we're going to need to ask Dr. Stewart and Detective Peck about it. You think we do it with them together or separate?"

"I don't know. I don't know what the best way to do it is. Maybe together…I just don't know. I need some distance from this. I can't figure out if the unsub is using Gail to get to Holly or Holly to get to Gail. I don't know what the endgame is," Ryan fisted her hand in her hair again.

"Yeah. I think they're both in a lot of danger but I don't have the answers either. Let's go see what Holly has for us at the morgue."

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When Luke and Ryan arrived at the morgue, Gail was sitting in the chair in front of the desk. Holly was finishing the autopsy. Neither woman looked up when they entered. Ryan thought that if the tension in the room was any thicker, she could cut it with the knife she kept in her boot.

Luke spoke first, "Holly, what do you have?"

Holly continued stitching up the Y incision. "Victim is Margaret Davis. Age twenty-seven. She was killed about twelve hours ago. Tox screen indicates she was doped with the same mix of Ketamine and ACP as the other victims. I had to remove the false fingerprints from her fingertips before I could run her ident. When I first ran her, she came up as Gail in the system." Holly looked over at Gail briefly before continuing, "Her last meal was, I'm almost sure, Taco Bell beef tacos and a Twinkie."

"So not a health nut then," Ryan remarked.

"I wouldn't say that. She just didn't eat a great last meal. From what I can tell, she was probably someone who worked out a bit. She has callouses on her palms like I'd expect from someone who works out with free weights. You can see the muscle definition in her biceps and triceps muscles. Maybe it was her cheat day."

"Or maybe she worked out so she could eat like that," Gail threw in.

"Maybe," Ryan acknowledged.

"What else?" Luke asked.

"She was restrained and raped. You can see the bruising around her wrists and here along her thighs and there was some vaginal bruising as well. The words on her abdomen were written pre-mortem. Then she was given a fatal sedative dose.

"The good news is that she was a fighter. You can see some defensive bruising on her forearms here. A baton or similar weapon would cause this pattern. She must have put up a hell of a fight because she had a blonde hair behind her teeth. The rest of her was washed with the same brand of shampoo that the others were. Nothing under her fingernails, no semen or fluids but she had this hair between her teeth. I think the killer missed it. We're running it for DNA now."

"Great. Maybe we can get somewhere on this case now," Ryan started but was interrupted by Luke.

"Holly, can you tell me if the victim's hair was dyed recently?" Luke asked.

"Microscopically, yes, it looks like the hair was dyed very recently. I can't say for certain when so as you interview people that knew her, you should ask."

"Okay. We'll do that. There's something else that I need to ask both of you," Luke looked between Holly and Gail. "Holly, when you interviewed Perik, he made reference to you taking Gail to the batting cages. I was wondering who all knew about that. Who the two of you told about that."

"I sure as hell didn't tell anyone," Gail sneered.

"We did, Gail. We told the story at the Penny one night."

"When was this?" Ryan asked.

"Before we broke up the first time," Holly answered looking over at Gail guiltily.

"How many people were there?" Luke asked.

"Wait. I don't remember this," Gail held her hand up.

"It was a contest. Losers had to buy the winners' drinks all night. It had to be the thing that was most out of character that you did to win someone over. We beat Dov and Chloe, Steve and Traci, and Andy and Sam. Chris was the judge."

"Oh yeah. I remember that now. We got really, really, hammered and we went back to your place and…" Gail coughed. Holly blushed. "Yeah. I remember now. So those losers were there, and probably like a hundred and fifty other people. It was a Friday night. Anyone could have heard."

"Give me a timeframe when this happened," Luke ordered.

"Almost two years ago," Gail answered.

"And have either of you told anyone since then?" Ryan asked.

"No," They answered in unison.

"Shit," Luke exhaled.

"I think you mean Fuck," Ryan retorted. "Fucking needle in a haystack."