This relates to CHAPTER 18 and 19 of this fic.
I always assumed people hate rom-coms. Huh.
And oh - leave all your logic and sense here.
Debby darling - it pains me but - do move on from me.
Talk about awkward.
This is extremely awkward, with Holly trying to set you on fire with her glare, and you doing everything you can to hide the fact that you're extremely turned on right now.
Stop looking at her breasts. Stop looking at her breasts.
That would easy if anything else but her was in your field of vision, but except for the bright light and the void of this silent room – there wasn't anything. Plus you aren't that worried - knowing that Chloe would be on her way to get you out of here anytime soon.
Me getting rescued by Chloe. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
"Do you have ANYTHING to say for yourself." Holly asks, clearly still enraged by your little addition to her belly button ring.
Considering the question - and feeling extremely cheeky, you decide to be honest.
"No." you shrug and reply - and you're sure if Holly wasn't tied to the chair she would probably slap you hard across the face for that.
Things relapse back to awkward silence again, but thankfully not for long - you can hear faint voices from the other side.
About time.
A few muffled sounds and a bang later, a torch shines onto your face from somewhere to your left and you can make out its Chloe and Duncan.
Thank God.
"Over here!" you yell out and the two quickly jog over to you.
The minute Chloe does see you, the first thing she does is smack you hard on the head.
"OWW!"
"I TOLD YOU THIS WAS STUPID." she admonishes, in that weird Chloe way of hers.
"Thank you!" Holly exclaims, in supposed relief, as Duncan cuts her zip-ties and then goes back to meddling with the tracker. You scowl in reply and Holly, though free from her restraints - doesn't move from the chair except to rub her wrists.
"Told anyone else we're here?" you ask Chloe, who's busy with your zip-ties.
"Oliver. You have to meet him with Holly after this." she informs you, and that doesn't sound good.
It has to be done. You mentally prepare yourself - when you notice Duncan hovering the tracking device about Holly's chest.
Uh oh.
"WHAT are you doing?" Holly snaps, but Duncan can't seem to sense the anger in her voice.
"Oh this tracker is accurate to an inch. So I'm just - "
"DUNCAN!" you yell out his right name for once, knowing very well that Holly was also an inch close to taking the idiot rookie's gun and killing him with it.
"Yeah?"
"I'll take that - thanks." you mumble grabbing the tracker and stuffing it in your - or rather Holly's coat pocket before getting up and getting ready to rush right out of here.
"You make a really good brunette Officer." Duncan starts again and it's your turn to want to kill him.
"Shut up Gerald."
To say Oliver was pissed, seemed an understatement - just a tad though.
"I did my best Oliver!" you try and reason with him.
"By borrowing a wig from one of the strippers we rounded up the other day! And did you manage to keep her safe? I wouldn't call being abducted along with you - safe." he huffs, pacing around the room - making arrangements for the next person to take care of Holly - probably somewhere far from here.
"What are we going to do with her?" you ask, thankfully assuming that Holly wasn't your responsibility anymore.
"We're going to have to send you both far away - Dawson seems good, but you'll have to take a train from here to Winnipeg and figure a way from there." Oliver mutters, shifting papers and obviously flustered.
"Wha- what do you mean you both?" you question, as if you didn't figure the answer to that already.
"You and Doctor Stewart. Obviously." he replies in surprise.
"Don't you think someone else should go with her? Haven't I done enough?"
"Look - Peck, I'm pretty sure the mafia have their beef with you now as well - and I don't think I can spare any other officers on this."
"So I'm supposed to have my life just put on hold and go with her?" you fight back in annoyance. Travelling across the country with the doctor who wanted to skin you alive didn't seem the better alternative to everyday life.
"Well - Peck, it's not like you have anything going on in your life." Oliver replies, gathering up a few files, before heading out - presumably to brief Holly about everything. Your jaw drops hearing that. I'm expendable?
"What if she refuses to come with me?" you try, desperate for any reason to not go on this wild trip.
"Why - why would she refuse to go with you?" Oliver asks, and you know you're screwed. If you weren't already.
"THE ONE THING I ASK YOU NOT TO DO." he groans out loud before slamming the door behind him, leaving you very alone and very annoyed.
Half hour later, Oliver returns and thrusts Chloe's credit card in your hand and gives you a long list of instructions - including to not try and contact anyone except himself and to not try anything else stupid. Apparently Oliver somehow convinced Holly to let you tag along on this trip.
"When do we leave?"
"Tonight. And this will be for a few weeks Gail." he replies decidedly and you can see things are getting very real quickly now.
"Wait don't I have to pack something?" you ask in surprise, not liking any of this one bit. Oliver just nods his head at the card before rushing out again.
"Oh and Peck?"
"Yeah?"
"Because you so-deliberately disobeyed me - there's been a slight addition to your cover story."
When all this is done with, I'm going to kill Oliver.
You and Holly are sitting on a train to Winnipeg, with absolutely nothing on the two of you - save Chloe's card and a burner phone. You're scowling out the window, trying to wrap your head around the past 5 hours.
So I'm on a train to Winnipeg, to serve and protect the woman I had a one night stand with and then got abducted with. That's too much to bear right now. Especially the last bit of the 'cover story' Oliver had added. How did he convince Holly to play along - you'll never know.
"So, listen - " Holly begins, but you can't take anymore. Not tonight.
"Yeah, Doc, it's been a long day - I've been hit on the head by Chloe, called a brunette by Gerald, and sent across the country with you. That's about how much I can take - so let's just have a conversation when I don't want to strangle someone." you rant out, quite out of breath by the end of that, and you return to scowl at the window once again.
Holly just mouths 'Okay' and falls back into her seat and watches the scenery rushing past.
A few minutes later, a random woman gets into the same compartment as the two of you and settles on the seat next to Holly.
"Man, your wife looks pissed." this woman remarks to Holly, and you immediately turn your head that.
What!
Holly, instead of being stunned at that, simply slides her hand over yours and holds it tight. Damn Oliver and his way with words and making Holly ready for this.
"Yeah." Holly begins, and turns to wink at you before continuing.
"She's had a rough day."
Are you freaking kidding me.