This Goes with CHAPTER 18 of this fic.

Hi Deb!

And if this lacks logic- it's probably coz it does.

You know what's funnier than tailing someone? Tailing someone who absolutely wants to get away from you.

It's been 2 days since your little tryst with the doctor, and it's been amusing so far to see the doctor outright ignore you every time she catches a glimpse of you - so far that you've actually made your presence very obvious a few times just to see her squirm. You aren't evil - but following Holly around has been rather boring - a little fun won't harm anyone.

Right now you're parked right across from the morgue - legs right up on the dash and carefully keeping an eye on Holly. You know as soon she is in the morgue there wasn't any threat to her at all, so you're making sure she gets there in one piece.

Eyeing her through the camera lens - you can't help but zoom into those tight jeans through her huge coat and grin at yourself, that is till you realize that she's coming right over to the car.

Oh crap.

Stuffing the camera under a few newspapers nearby, you kick the stereo on to pretend that you're just chilling in the car to some music. The loud trumpets that blare from the speakers weren't exactly what you were expecting but it would have to do because Holly was right outside the car, knocking on the glass.

"Good afternoon Doctor." you smile with your cheekiest grin, rolling down the glass.

"What are you doing here?" she asks, clearly annoyed at seeing you everywhere.

"Oh - you know - Chilling." you reply, nodding along to the music.

"Yeah - listen, that night at the bar - that was just a onetime thing." she begins, gesturing wildly and swallowing her words.

"Of course, of course." you nod, still smiling widely.

"I hope you understand that."

"I do." you shake your head, quite unable to wipe the wise-ass grin on your face.

"It's rather creepy seeing you everywhere I go."

"Maybe that's 'coz I'm so memorable." you suggest smugly.

"Yeah - just can you - stop - this?" she urges.

"OH YEAH! Sure thing Doc." you reassure her, nodding way too much than necessary - till Holly's assured that you got the message.

Still a little unsure, Holly walks back to the precinct, while you can't help but huff at what just happened.

Well Doc, looks like I've got to keep my head low a bit.

No sooner than Holly strolls into the precinct, 2 huge SUV's pull out in front of it - and you groan immediately. And I wanted to take the afternoon off.

You: WHO'S AT THE MORGUE!

Traci: PRICE.

You roll your eyes at that. Terrific.

You: PRICE. STEAL HOLLY'S COAT AND KEEP HER OCCUPIED. NOW.

Princess Barf: Why?

You: JUST DO IT. MEET YOU IN AN HOUR.

Princess Barf: But Why?

You: FOR THE LOVE OF CHEESE PUFFS JUST DO IT.

Princess Barf: Wait how long can I keep her occupied - her shift ends at 6.

You: Half hour past six. And don't you dare let her out of the morgue till then.

Princess Barf: Why do you need her coat?

You: Don't question my methods.

This - was a stupid idea. But you aren't sure of the jurisdiction of your power so perhaps this was a good idea after all. The goons loitering near the SUV seemed all brawn and not much brain. And you and Holly were pretty much the same height. So, to pull this off you needed a few props, which you drive around for a while for.

"Gail - what's all this?"

"Shut up and just hand me her coat already?"

It's about to be six, meaning the thugs outside must be lying in wait for Holly.

"Where did you even get a brunette wig?" Chloe bugs you on, and you don't have time for this.

"I'll tell you about it later."

"What exactly are you planning Gail?"

Something really stupid.

You don't say that out loud, and in silence just trying to hide up as much as your face behind Holly's glasses.

GEEZ I'M BLIND. Ok I'll wear that last.

"Here. Alert someone if you can't find me in 24 hours. And if you see anything suspicious on that - Go to Oliver immediately." you instruct her, stuffing the tracker in her palm and really not in the mood for anymore instructions and questions.

"Who is this tracking?"

"Holly."

"Gail don't you think you should get some back up on this?"

"I'll leave you to be the judge of that. Don't do anything stupid.""

"THIS IS STUPID."

"Goodbye Price."

Plan was pretty simple. Step out like Holly would have, and hopefully the not-to-bright thugs would assume you were Holly and take you instead, and that should take the heat off Holly - till they found out you weren't the pathologist of-course. What happens after that? Well you'll think off that later.

Right now, you're rushing out the Morgue, stuffing the glasses on to your face.

Soon enough, someone bashes you in the head, and it's all black.

Gagging on air, you wake up only to find yourself zip-tied to a chair, bright light shining in your face. Getting used to the light, you squint and try to find out what woke you up. You see Holly right across from you - zip tied to the chair herself - slowly stirring. You're too shocked to even comprehend what's going on - till Holly manages to wake up enough.

"You? What are you doing here?" she yells, and that snaps you out your daze.

"UH - you know - Chilling." you reply and she's just looking back at you - utterly confused and annoyed enough to bite your head off.

Not your finest moment.

"WHY is your hair like a stripper's - and WHY are you wearing MY coat - and - "

Holly suddenly seemed to grasp what was going on mid-sentence - and she's staring back at you - horrified. You, on the other hand are trying to figure some way out of this place- but it looks like a sealed room, with no one else inside. At least whoever kidnapped you took Holly's powerful glasses off you.

All up to you now Chloe.

"You were never thrown off the force were you." she explains, putting it all together.

"You were tailing me to keep me safe."

"Well done, Sherlock. Now explain how did you manage to get yourself caught AFTER I threw myself in their grasp?"

"I don't know - they must have been lying in wait or something? All I remember was rushing back to my car to see if I left my coat there and someone whacked me on the head." Holly reasons out.

You just shake your head at that, hoping and praying that Chloe would do the right thing soon.

"What do we do. WHAT do we do?" Holly begins panicking and seeing her breath hard and her chest heaving - of all the things you should be feeling - being turned on was NOT on one of them. But it's hot. Damn.

"Relax. The force is tracking you." you reassure her, hoping Holly doesn't panic too much.

"How? I don't have my glasses - they broke my watch."

"Let's just say there's a tracking device on your person Doc."

Holly can't seem to figure out what that means, so she's looking back at you confused again.

"You know, Doc - the Belly Button Ring was definitely a nice surprise. So kinky. " you begin, that smug smile sneaking on to your face again. Holly - however is turning red in anger.

"YOU PUT A TRACKING DEVICE ON MY BELLY RING?! THAT'S WHY YOU SLEPT WITH ME?"

Seeing that you're turned on even in these rather harsh conditions - you contemplate that accusation a little.

Maybe - Maybe Not.