But Guest I thought angst was my thing...
And Debby - I made you cry? I'm truly sorry.
Leave all humane logic here. Seriously.
And a little time jumping.
If anyone had told you a few weeks ago that life back in Toronto would be dull in comparison to life in Dawson - you wouldn't have believed them. Life in that deadbeat town better than living at home-sweet-home? Not possible. Yet here you are - driving around in circles back in Toronto in your untidy car, bored out of your mind. It's half past seven in the evening - and you have nothing more to do here than you did at Dawson. You've kept in touch with Holly - both of you still held on to the phones you had bought at Winnipeg and used it as a sort of private connection. No one else knew you still had those phones and it was fun texting Holly with random things and especially elaborate hypothetical plans about France and Paris. But you hadn't been able to meet your 'wife' after that day. After landing in the airport she gave you a kiss and that was it - back to everyday life. From what you know she's been swamped with work for the past few weeks, as have you - but it all ended up being drab. You couldn't believe it but life in Dawson was better - stress-free and blissful.
You're driving around the morgue and you see Holly walking out exhausted. You can't help but drive over to her.
"Had a long day dear? Care for a ride?"
Holly chuckles at your little term of endearment and climbs into the passenger seat of the car. You drive on, rather annoyed with the evening traffic.
"Is that a DSLR?" she asks, picking up your camera - the one you had left in the car long ago, after tailing Holly - too lazy to pick it up and put away. You nod, quite forgetting what was on the camera.
"Why does this have pictures of me and my legs and my ass?" Holly demanded, rather annoyed that there were about a 150 photos of herself - all taken from afar.
Woops.
"Uhhh - Remember that time you held a gun to my head? " you retorted back, hoping that would suffice.
"Yeah - remind me to do that again." Holly huffed, setting the camera back on the back seat.
"How's normal life back home?" you deflect, inching the car through the thick traffic.
"Would you believe me if I told you it's been terrible." Holly groans with a small smile, playing it off as a joke.
"You?"
"In the nicest way possible - Normal life sucks so bad." you confess with a little laugh.
"Dawson was pretty awesome." Holly smiles, remembering those carefree days. You nod in agreement, turning to look at her. She looks back at you - and for a minute the two of you stare at each other - knowing extremely well what the other was thinking.
"Would it work?" Holly asks, curious and rather energized at the prospect of what was to come.
"Would you be surprised that we actually decided on almost everything that needed to be done - except one very crucial part."
"Which is?"
"How we die." you state, mentally going over everything else that needed to be thought over.
"So, how do we die?"
"I don't know - you're the doctor here, you tell me how our mangled remains would be unrecognizable" you throw back, rushing through the cars now - eager to kick start this plan.
"The best would be to get run over by a train..."
"But I don't want to mess up the train lines for this." you frowned, hoping to not wreck things too much in the process of executing this plan.
"Looks like we have only one option then." Holly grins, and you look back at her inquiringly.
"Sleeping with the fishes." she replies with a demure smile and you nod. That would be perfect.
You drop Holly back at her home, agreeing to meet with her in 3 hours. With a wink, you drive off - quickly making a list of things you were going to need.
The minute Oliver gets the news that Gail's car had been wrecked completely by a huge truck - and that Dr. Stewart was missing too - he's stunned. He had used all his might to get the Godmother to call the dogs off the forensic pathologist - but clearly that hadn't worked.
After everything those two did to hide.
Soon enough Oliver receives the news that their bodies hadn't been found - but Holly's wallet had been in Gail's car and the two were now missing – that put together with the location of the truck - he knows it's the Godmother's handiwork.
Damn it.
"You've got everything?" Holly double-checks, looking through the sheaf of papers you handed her.
"It's all there - Passports, Visas - Fake ID's everything."
"That's quite impressive."
"Well the Don has a lot of extremely powerful enemies - who were all eager to help." you grin, driving the car out to the well-known parts of the city - parts that were particularly known as the Godmother's turf.
"You told me you set up an account at the Swiss bank."
"Yep - transfer all your money to that account - and it's all settled. We'll have all the money we'll need." you explain, driving around, looking for a particular truck you had been informed about, while Holly tapped away at her laptop. She still kept the one she had bought in Winnipeg - it was off the grid after all.
"Can I just say it's rather unsettling that you still have that wig." she groans, taking a look at the wig you still had in the car. You roll your eyes at that - you were going to need cover if this was going to work.
Everything is settled, and the two of you are silently tailing this huge truck - knowing precisely where the driver would stop. On cue, he gets out for a snack - leaving one of his flunkies waiting in the truck.
"This is it." you whisper to Holly, who's all ready with her baseball cap and sunglasses - and you with your wig. The car's parked in the strategic place - right next to a hard wall with no cameras in sight.
"So we're actually doing this?" you tentatively ask, just to confirm that this was actually happening.
"Looks like we are." Holly grins in reply, racking the slide of the Glock - loaded this time. The two of you are ready to jump into action now.
You leap out and drag all of the stuff you would be carrying on your imminent flight. Holly just coolly walks over to the front of the truck and climbs to the driver's door. The flunky in the truck is terrified at the sight of Holly and the Glock and she silently threatens him out of the front of the truck. By the time you get the luggage to a safe spot and get back - Holly's having fun threatening her poor victim. She's fired a shot right next to the poor guy's head and he's cowering in a dark corner after handing her the keys. Holly quickly jogs back to the truck, climbing into the driver's seat and you've barely clambered into the passenger seat.
"How come you get to drive!" you frown - you had let Holly have the gun after all.
"Because I like driving trucks." Holly grunts, starting the truck and setting it in reverse, clutching the steering wheel and the Glock in the same hand.
"You've driven trucks before?" you gape, a little taken aback.
"You'll soon learn that I'm a woman of many talents myself." Holly gloats, backing the truck as far as she could, while Gail's car was right ahead.
"U-Haul?" you ask cheekily, clearly pleased with yourself. Holly dramatically turns to look at you with a no non-sense look, shaking the Glock at you.
"I'll shut up." you gulp, trying to find something to grab on to.
"Here goes nothing." Holly mutters, shifting gears and about to press the accelerator.
"Wait! What if you want to call your mother?"
"She knows."
"WHAT!"
"I told her."
"You told your mother our plan?"
"She's cooler than you think - relax." Holly assures you, ramming the accelerator. The truck lurches forward - quickly gaining speed and rams right into your car - completely wrecking it. The truck itself was pretty strong and had taken quite a lot of the impact. Both of you rush out of the truck and dragging your luggage and all the papers through dark alleys - and finally making it to a distant main road, get a cab to the airport.
Waiting in line at the airport, you can see the T.V.'s all going over the news flashes of the missing police officer and pathologist. Thankfully - they were running old pictures of the two of you. This was another crucial part of the plan - if this went wrong, it was all going to fall to pieces.
Handing in both your papers at the desk for a rudimentary look through - you hold your breath as the lazy officer stares at it.
"Ms. Dolores Clattworthy?" she chews out, and Holly steps forward with a wink at you.
"And Ms. Paige Cofflerick?" the airline staff mutters, taking a look at you and the papers again, rather annoyed.
"We're just getting away from monotonous life." Holly offers and you try to sell it better - wrapping an arm around Holly's waist and pulling her closer. The staff lady nods absent mindedly, handing back the papers with a half-smile.
"Enjoy your flight to Paris ladies." she huffs, motioning to both of you to go through.
Finally reaching the terminal and waiting for the plane, the two of you are happy and so excited.
"Are Dolores and Paige married?" Holly laughs, realizing that you've both almost pulled off the biggest hoax of all time.
"I don't know - do you think they should be married?"
"We'll see." Holly grins, leaning back and smiling up the high ceiling. You've got a smile stuck on your face yourself.
The plane soon arrives and it's time to board the plane - and the two of you are grinning uncontrollably at each other.
"We're going to France." Holly exclaims gleefully, standing up and excited. You can't believe it yourself either.
You get up and pull her close to you.
"We're going to France." you whisper back, kissing her hard and pulling her closer as she deepens the kiss.
The End.
This has been - by far - the cheesiest thing I've ever written. Methinks it's a decent rom-com - but thank you ALL for liking it. :)
Oh and Dolores Clattworthy and Paige Cofflerick are anagrams of Doctor Holly Stewart and Officer Gail Peck so….