A/N: Folks, good news and bad news. I got a new job. Yay! But that means that the updates here will slow down somewhat. I promise I'm going to finish this but the updates will not, cannot, be as frequent. I still owe Bailey for being her fabulous self.

I didn't mean to frighten you all about the reviews. I love to hear what you think about the story good or bad. I'd really love to hear what you think about this chapter. I don't own Rookie Blue or it's characters.

The Blue Parrot bore no resemblance to Sidney Greenstreet's bar in Casablanca, one of Holly's favorite movies. Gail thought Holly would get a kick out of it though. The bar had opened after Holly left Toronto. When Gail had heard about it, she had initially thought that when Holly came back they would go. She'd take her out and they'd have a great time playing the "what are they talking about?" game they usually did on dates. They'd take turns making up conversation for random couples. Luke broke into her thoughts.

"Peck, I said, 'are you listening?'"

"Duh."

"Okay. What did I say?"

"You said, 'that since this is my area of expertise, I should take the lead.'"

"I did not say that."

"Alright. What did you say then?"

"Never mind."

"If you were just going to say that, why give me a hard time then?"

"Just take the lead."

"Fine."

They walked up to the bar and waited. They could hear activity in the back room. Luke was about to call out when a beautiful tall woman with skin the color of café au lait rounded the corner wearing a t-shirt tied into a knot between her large, round breasts. Not that Gail noticed. Gail also was not noticing her abdomen and the definition there. Furthermore, she did not notice her toned legs that were mostly exposed by the soccer shorts she wore. Gail was busy not noticing a lot of things.

"Please tell me the two of you have come to arrest me, and you," the woman gestured at Gail, "have brought your handcuffs."

Luke laughed lightly. "Sorry, Sam. We're just here to ask some more questions. Is Gwen around?"

"Yep. I'll go get her," she said as she walked into the back room returning a few moments later with Gwen in tow.

Gwen Eriksson looked like a Viking princess. She was at least six feet tall with long blonde hair and vibrant green eyes. She smiled when she saw Gail. "You must be Detective Peck."

"I am," Gail responded, now occupied not noticing a lot of things about Gwen Eriksson. A year and a half was a long, long time.

"So, how can I help?

Gail pulled the picture out of the folder she carried. "This is as clear as the techs could make it. Is this an accurate representation of the woman that was with Maggie Davis on the night she was in here?"

Gwen took the photo and examined it for a moment. Then held it out, "Sam, what do you think?"

"Yeah, that's her," Sam said.

"Did both of you wait on them?" Gail asked.

"Yeah, we told all that to Luke and the other detective, Traci, the other day," Gwen said.

"It'd be helpful to me if you went over it with me again please," Gail smiled.

"Sure thing. Sam, Brandy and I were working the bar. It was fairly busy that night. There was a women's soccer game on TV and I remember thinking that we should start having drink specials for the local leagues to try and get more traffic in here. Anyway, Brandy came over, almost hyperventilating and asked me to wait on the two customers on the far corner of the high side of the bar."

"High side?"

"Yeah, just something we call it. High side. Low side. The high side is closer to the dance floor. The low side has less real estate behind it. Means fewer customers."

"Okay. Go on."

"So, I went over and waited on them. The girl, Maggie, she had just gotten there and I poured her first drink of the night, a Screaming Orgasm."

"I'm sorry; a what?" Gail asked with a horrified look on her face.

Gwen smirked and answered, "Vodka, Bailey's and Kahlua. Girls like to order it because they get to say, 'I'll have a screaming orgasm'. It's a great first date drink. Sorta breaks the ice."

"Yeah, I'll bet," Gail responded looking away. "Then what?"

"Waited on them all night. Nothing unusual. She, Maggie, switched to Cosmos at some point."

"What was the blue-haired girl drinking?" Gail asked.

"Kamikazes," Sam answered.

"Is that a common drink?"

"Nope. I had to look it up. I get someone asking for one every now and then but like once in a blue moon," Sam said.

"Did either of you hear any of their conversation?" Gail asked.

"You know…I've thought about it since you," Gwen nodded at Luke, "came in last time. It's stupid but they were laughing about blue-hair being a 'pretzel distributor'. It was so odd it came back to me. I don't know what that means, but that's what I heard."

"Weird," Gail said. "We'll follow-up on it. What about you?" she turned to Sam.

"I had a brief conversation with the blue-haired girl before Brandy's crush got here. We talked about the Kamikaze and why she drank it. She said she wanted a drink that fit her mood. It was kinda creepy but then she laughed and said she was just kidding and I didn't think anything else about it," Sam said.

"Anything thing else?" Gail asked.

"No," they answered in unison.

"Alright. Thank you ladies for your help," Gail said as she handed her card to each of them. "If you think of anything else, please don't hesitate to call."

"You know detective, I'd love to call you without thinking of anything but we're going to leave you alone and give Brandy first dibs. She did see you first," Sam winked.

"You need to give her a call, detective," Gwen grinned. "She's a great girl."

"Yeah, I'm kinda busy with these murders, but I'll take it under advisement. Thank you both," and with that Gail turned and walked out of the bar. When Luke caught up with her she said, "Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

"God, you're like a Hemsworth brother but for lesbians," Luke laughed and punched her in the arm.

"Shut. Up."

As Gail and Luke walked into the conference room that was dedicated to the case, they heard Ryan talking to Traci, "Nash, I could kiss you on the lips right now!"

"Trace, I'm hurt. I thought if you'd ever turn for anyone it'd be for me," Gail arched her eyebrow.

"Don't get carried away, Gail. Ryan is just excited that I got us a warrant."

"For what?"

"Vanessa West remembered that Maggie mentioned that the girlfriend was a flight attendant," Traci said.

"A pretzel distributor," Gail smirked.

"What did you say, Peck?" Ryan asked.

"The bartender at the Blue Parrot said they were laughing about blue-hair being a 'pretzel distributor'. Said she only remembered it later."

"The roommate and Maggie made up that joke. Vanessa called the flight attendant a 'pretzel distributor,'" Ryan said.

"So what does the warrant get us?" Gail asked.

"Text message records from the victim's phone and we got access to Transport Canada's database for airline employee information, try to find a flight attendant that matches our mystery woman. Two warrants. I'm just that good. Hence the offer of a kiss," Traci answered laughing.

"That's a lot of potentials. How long is that going to take?" Luke asked.

"This is where my wonder twins shine. You didn't think I brought them all this way because they're so good-lookin' didja?" Ryan said.

Brandon and Marc looked up from their respective computers. "We're going to cross-match employee records with flight information. We can eliminate any airlines that don't fly to California," Brandon said.

"We'll also try and check dates with crews that were in the San Fran and Toronto areas during the time of the murders. We're setting up the parameters so that when we do get access we can do a data dump and plug and play. Should cut down the search time considerably." Marc finished.

"They can do that?" Gail asked Ryan. Then she turned to Marc and Brandon, "You can do that?"

"Yup," they both answered then looked down at their computers simultaneously.

"Okay then. Thanks for being weird, boys," Gail said.

"When do we think that they'll give us access?" Luke asked.

"The system admin said to give them half a day. They're swamped at the moment," Brandon said but never looked up.

"That sounds like we've got time for lunch. I'm calling Diaz to pick up lunch. Who wants what?" Gail asked.

Three hours and one massive Mexican food delivery later, they had compiled everything they knew about the killer on the board. Traci was writing because they had voted and she had the best penmanship. Traci had had a few choice words of opinion on that topic, none of which would she have ever said in front of Leo. The board was covered in her neat block letters.

Occupation – Flight attendant?

Met victim while victim was on a run

common interests

setup situation where victim is invested in her well-being (good Samaritan lure)

Texted victim for weeks before murder

traces back to burner phone

flirty, intelligent texts – speaks to intelligence, patience of the killer

Drinks Kamikazes

Physical description

Blue wig?

Brown eyes

Dyed blonde hair

5'9"- 5'10"

Slender, athletic build

Then there was a separate list for the California crimes:

Why were there no texts to the four victims?

Brittany-Lynn Roberts & Lily Broussard - prostitutes – no need to woo them

Barbara Bennett – texts?

Julie Hammond – texts?

Sent pic to team in CA – checking to see if anyone can ID unsub

No word on how victims may have met last woman she dated or if anyone knew she dated a new woman.

Ryan leaned back in her chair and scrubbed her hands over her face and into her hair. "So, definitely more leads here in Toronto. Brandon, make sure we push the San Fran office. There has to be more there now."

"Yes ma'am," Brandon said.

"When are we getting access to the database?"

"We're almost done downloading now. We had to set up a connection that could support the data dump that we needed to do so that we could manipulate data without compromising their working database. We had to mimic all their security protocols so that none of the information gets compromised. I had to promise the Admin my first born if anything happens," Brandon supplied.

"Is anything going to happen?" Ryan asked.

"No ma'am," they answered in unison.

Gail laughed. "You know Ryan, I gotta respect a girl who strikes fear into the hearts of men."

"Bingo! We're complete!" Marc said.

"Alright, work your magic, boys," Ryan said and winked at Gail as she said it. Gail shook her head.

Chris walked into the conference room. "Hey Gail, did you save me any food? I can't believe I got called out before I could eat!"

"Chris, if you think I saved you food, you know me even less than I thought you did," Gail rolled her eyes.

"Chris, don't worry. I saved your food," Traci said and handed him a takeout container.

"Thanks, Traci," Chris said. As he was about to walk out of the room, he turned and looked at the boards. "Wow. You guys sure don't have a lot to go on. I mean the first one could even be that girl I've gone out with a few times, Megan Stapleton."

Every head in the room turned to him. It was Gail who spoke. "Who? When did you go out with her?"

"Off and on for a while now. Nothing serious," Chris answered.

"You're running her right?" Gail asked the boys.

"Of course," Marc answered. "I'm putting the results up on the big screen. She was working flights that gave her opportunity to commit the murders. She does fit all the physical descriptors. And…" there was a ding, "we have a facial recognition match."

"Chris," Gail put her closed fist in front of her mouth for a moment. "Chris, what did you tell this girl about me?"

"What? Gail? That's crazy. She's not the one you're looking for. I've known her for months. She's not the one. This is just some weird coincidence," He tried to reason.

Knowing his dating record, Gail was not dissuaded. "Did she ask you questions about me and Holly?"

"I mean, she asked questions about my exes."

"What did you tell her? Did you tell her about us going to the batting cages?"

"Well, yeah. It's a funny story. But this isn't her, Gail."

Gail looked at him pityingly. Sometimes I wish you had believed in me half this much. It was the thing that hurt the most Chris. You give people so many chances, but not me. I wonder why that is, she thought and turned away from him. "Ryan?"

"The boys are going to know all there is to know about her in a few minutes. Everything that there is on record for her," she answered.

"Good," Gail responded. Not looking at him she said, "Chris, you should leave."

"Gail…" Chris started

"C'mon Chris," Traci took him by the arm, "you should go. I shouldn't have to tell you this but don't contact her."

Chris was about to leave the room when Steve Peck burst in looking directly at Gail. "Gail is your phone off?"

"No. Why?"

"Mom can't get in touch with you."

"I'm currently sending all her calls to voicemail."

"You're going to want to sit down."

"Stop being dramatic, Steven. Just say it. Whatever it is."

"Ross Perik's escaped."