#Gail x Holly
Text
Canon Sapphic Characters Tournament Round One (Bracket 7)
#gail peck#rookie blue#charlotte sullivan#dulcie collins#kate box#deadloch#canon sapphic characters tournament#tumblr bracket#tumblr poll#fandom polls#tumblr tournament#sapphic#wlw#lesbian#bisexual#gail x holly#gaily
17 notes
·
View notes
Note
wait hold up u used to watch rookie blue and was/is a fan of the 'i think i'm a sociopath' gail peck? omg! goooooo officer lunchbox
I will forever be bitter that officer lunchbox wasn't endgame.
I LOVE Katherine Isabelle who played Frankie at the end, but I really liked Holly.
.....
...
The fact that my mind is now conjuring up a scenario where Gail and Holly are still together, but Frankie still joins the unit and is a chaotic lesbian.
Gail: I think she's crazy...
Holly: She's a mess, but good at her job.
Gail: You know her???
Holly: I'm the medical examiner for more than just you guys, you know. She closes her cases.
Gail: As a detective, she's supposed to.
Holly rolls her eyes
Holly: You were kind of a mess when we met. Still are on occasion.
Gail: What?
Holly: I'm thinking of a specific hair related event.
Gail: That- That was a rare situation.
Holly: All I'm saying is, if you have a desire to be a detective, take note of a few things and leave the crazy where it is.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Sorry for my lack of posting my writing. Life is difficult sometimes. For example I have a sprained ankle, a broken toe, I had a fall yesterday and I think I broke my little finger on my left hand and about an hour after my fall I had to go have an injection in my spine to try and get some extra pain relief over Christmas. Oh and I had to have my pet bearded Dragon Euthanised today as she had terminal cancer from a malignant melanoma. And had lost a lot of condition over the last week. It doesn’t sound like a big thing but it was for me. I’ll do my best to get something up soon. Sorry for the whinge I just need to get it out I guess.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
I can't believe this was my very first ever holiday story. I hope you all still like it
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
#this day in trishtory#trish stratus#lita x trish#lita#wwe raw#wwe#golden era#2003#extreme stratusfaction#Amy dumas#Gail Kim#molly holly#wwe divas#wrestling#team bestie
192 notes
·
View notes
Text
Please hackers, fix us to be like we were originally. Photoshop storytelling. Saw the grin doc Nev. 🥥E! Campbell sKKKim milkshake heavenly best buy SPEEDUPS FOR lol, that was so funny what the everything s did. And some memories might have to stick if they are that good. But I'm listening for the fine tuning and the actual bullying. Call me lame but I love our norm. You guys don't realize the center of daddy's money. Just like her! No bs. Who is recording me in this global industrial core??!!.
#molly holly and gail kim#hazed and comfused#binkies#r u n? 83#cartoon debt#Dat Lee pedigree before that other toy#space jam and morphing Jason 83#[email protected]#tomorrow x together#Fire 🔥🚒 d kw#54#Smurf need jya#president joe biden#he did that#he like that#im stupid dumb
1 note
·
View note
Text
Notable, Present-day, Radical Feminists
As a second wave feminism, we assume that radical feminists are hard, if not impossible, to find in today's world. Here is a list of notable women you can still interact with today.
Chude Pam Allen, co-founder of New York Radical Women
Ti-Grace Atkinson, author of Amazon Odyssey
Kathleen Barry, co-founder of the Coalition Against Trafficking in Women
Linda Bellos, first Black lesbian member of Spare Rib feminist collective
Julie Bindel, co-founder of Justice for Women
Jenny Brown, author of Birth Strike: The Hidden Fight Over Women's Work
Professor Judith C. Brown, pioneer in the study of lesbian history
Susan Brownmiller, author of Against Our Will: Men, Women, and Rape
Professor Phyllis Chesler, co-founder of Association for Women in Psychology
D.A. Clarke, known for her development of feminist theory
Nikki Craft, creator of the Andrea Dworkin Online Library, Hustling the Left website, and No Status Quo website
Christine Delphy, co-founder of the French Women's Liberation Movement
Professor Gail Dines, author of Pornland: How Porn Has Hijacked Our Sexuality
Melissa Farley, founder and director of Prostitution Research and Education
Marilyn Fyre, author of The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory
Carol Hanisch, best known for "the personal is political"
Merle Hoffman, co-founder of the National Abortion Federation
Professor Shelia Jeffreys, author of The Spinster and Her Enemies
Lierre Keith, founder of Women's Liberation Front
Anne Koedt, author of The Myth of the Vaginal Orgasm
Marjorie Kramer, editor of Woman and Art Quarterly
Professor Holly Lawford-Smith, author of Gender-Critical Feminism
Dr. Catharine Alice MacKinnon, author of Sexual Harassment of Working Women: A Case for Sex Discrimination
Robin Morgan, creator of Sisterhood Is anthologies
Dr. Janice G. Raymond, author of The Transsexual Empire
Kathie Sarachild, coiner of term "Sisterhood is Powerful"
Alix Kates Shulman, author of Memoirs of an Ex-Prom Queen
Gloria Steinman
Michele Faith Wallace, author of Black Macho and the Myth of the Superwoman
Dr. Marilyn Salzman Webb, co-founder of the first feminist consciousness-raising groups in Chicago and Washington D.C.
Harriet Wistrich, founding director of Centre for Women's Justice
Laura X, led the campaign behind making marital and date rape a crime in over twenty countries
#radical feminists#feminist history#herstory#radical feminists do interact#radical feminist theory#radical feminist safe#radical feminist community#radical feminism#radical feminists do touch#radblr#radical feminists please interact#radical feminists please touch#radical feminst#original
803 notes
·
View notes
Text
9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better
tagged by @strangegeology, tysm!!!
3 Ships You Like: oh boy lmao. i'll ship practically anything, i'm so easy for ships. but ok, i suppose the ones i'm rotating in my head the most right now: weilan (shen wei/zhao yunlan from guardian), kakehai (kakeru/haiji from run with the wind), dream husbands.
First Ship Ever: probably something in warrior cats? or like ... redwall. first ship i can remember? absolutely artemis fowl/holly short.
Last Song You Heard: all i've been doing recently is listening to 告五人 (accuse5) on artist shuffle, and my phone says the song i paused in the middle of when i finished cooking dinner is 红.
Favorite Childhood Book: oh man ... there are a lot, but probably ella enchanted. i think the author (gail carson levine)'s writing craft book for youths, writing magic, is the first one i ever read. i was looking it over again recently and a lot of the advice holds up!
Currently Reading: nothing actively? i'm in-between longfics, and i haven't opened an actual printed novel in a while. but i just got island of the blue dolphins and a bunch of manga about being nonbinary from the library, so maybe those ... eventually. (though last time i did borrow like 3 books and hold them for 3 months and then return them all unread oops).
Currently Watching: oho, a bunch, as always. i'm watching guardian, i'm like two episodes from the end and so so scared about it. i'm following dungeon meshi as it airs, and following along vaguely with warumono-san and a sign of affection. i'm also working my way through joker game, which i am liking soooooo much, wow, the episodes are like, vignettes following different spies from the same group. no over-arching plot (other than like, world war two lmao) has really appeared yet. oh and i'm sloooowly watching spy x family season 2 with a friend.
Currently Consuming: nothing, but i just ate sooooooo much rotini pasta :3 and i might make sotteok sotteok once i wash my pan out
Currently Craving: fried potato ...... any shape would be ok ...
tagging (only if you'd like!): @crehador @forerussake @carrotstache @tikklil @loserboycharm @still-gathering-roses @mister-eames @catladykt13 @bananacanwrites
#im not sure if im interpreting the level of acquaintence for tagging correctly but this is mostly ... new folks ... hiii :3#tag game#hidey speaks
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
Looking for a Rookie Blue fic!!
Gail and Holly are married, but Holly left her surprisingly a few years ago, but no divorce. They have not seen eachother since Holly left. Gail is high up in the police force, might even be superintendant. Gail gets a call that Holly is hurt and in a hospital in San Francisco. When Gail arrive at the hospital, she finds Hollys gf and the gf mother, they don't know that Holly is married and the gf thought that she and Holly were soon to marry. Holly wake up and is very surprised that Gail is there. Her relationship is not serious, more a mistake, and when she can leave the hospital she goes with Gail back to Toronto. They start to rebuild their relationship... and so on...
Anyone recognize this?? I think the fic is quite long but don't remember if it's finished, can be on ff.net or Ao3
#rookie blue#holly stewart#gail peck#gail x holly#fanfiction#ao3 fic#wlw fiction#charlotte sullivan#aliyah obrien#missy peregrym#lost girl#wynona earp#wayhaught#doccubus#bechloe#clexa#andy mcnally#fiction
21 notes
·
View notes
Photo
Gail & Holly
Rookie Blue (2010-2015) s04e12
1K notes
·
View notes
Note
Here's a prompt: Holly's car breaks down outside of town and a motorcyclist stops to help.
“No, no, no...C’mon Denise….please don’t do this to me now.”
But Holly’s engine temperature needle continued its treacherous ascent to H. She turned her heat on and rolled down her windows but it wasn’t enough. She pulled off to the side of the road when the engine started to smoke.
She was almost an hour away from the city and still a couple away from Lisa’s lake house. She had taken the backroads to give herself a break from the craziness, and the city, and just people in general. She had hoped the open space and fresh air would clear her mind of her last autopsy, but she never expected her always faithful, always reliable Jeep to fail her when she needed it most.
“15 years together, Denise, and this is how you treat me? No warning. Just an - it’s not you, it’s me. I see how it is...” Holly muttered as she lifted her hood.
Steam poured out and Holly sighed. She glanced up and down the road but there was no one and nothing but trees in sight. She pulled out her phone to call Rachel or Lisa.
“Of course. No service. Just what I needed.” She pinched the bridge of her nose to stop the tears from coming and swallowed the lump in her throat. This was not what she needed this weekend.
If she was thinking clearly she would’ve known better than to grab a towel and remove the radiator cap before the engine had a chance to cool, but she was still recovering from a week of double shifts and nightmares about the body on her table until the case had been solved. But blaming the sleep deprivation didn’t stop the scalding pain from shooting through her hand as the cap flew off the second she loosened it.
“Motherfu- arghhhhhhh.”
She grabbed her hand and jumped away from the car. At least now she had a different reason for tears. She was stuck in the middle of nowhere and would have to walk back to the city with what she hoped was only first degree burns on her hand.
Great. Fucking great.
She was already thinking of all the other things that could possibly go wrong before she made it back to town, which definitely wouldn’t happen before nightfall when she heard the rumbling of an engine.
She could see a motorcyclist making their way down the hill towards her.
“Please don’t be a murderer.” Holly whispered to herself as the bike slowed on its approach to her.
A Yamaha FJR1300. Even if the person was a murderer, they at least had good taste.
“Need some help?”
Holly wanted to respond but she forgot what words were. She was bombarded with platinum blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a whole lot of leather. If she thought the bike was stunning, it had nothing on its owner.
The blonde raised an eyebrow and Holly snapped out of her gay dreams. “Umm, ahem, yeah, yes, please. Denise overheated and I don’t have any cell service to call for a friend.”
“Denise?” The blonde walked past Holly and looked at the fluid that was still pouring out of the bubbling radiator.
Holly couldn’t help the way her eyes dropped to check out the lithe, leather bound woman leaning over her car. She needed to distract herself.
“Yeah, after Denise McCluggage. She was an American racing driver, journalist, author, and photographer. She was also a pioneer of equality for women in the U.S. for both racing and journalism. She wrote for the New York Herald Tribune as a sports journalist in 1954, around the same time that she ditched her MG for a Jaguar XK140 and began to race professionally. She won the grand touring category at Sebring in a Ferrari 250 GT in 1961…”
Blue eyes snapped onto her.
“Why are you saying all these words?”
Holly had a habit of nervous rambling, especially around beautiful women. The way the blonde growled at her made her want to ramble even more but she stopped herself and held up her injured hand.
“Delirious?”
The blonde’s snarl dropped and she gently grabbed Holly’s reddened hand. “Jeeze, Nerd, you know all that about one chick but not to touch hot things?”
Nope, Holly had definitely not learned that lesson considering how badly she wanted to touch her newfound acquaintance. Definitely delirious.
“It’s only a first degree burn, it could’ve been worse.”
“How would you know? Are you some kind of doctor.”
“Forensic pathologist. I’m Holly, by the way.”
“Gail. I’d shake your hand but I wouldn’t want to give you a higher degree burn.” Gail smirked at the look of confusion. “I saw you checking out my ass.”
Holly was sure her cheeks were as red as her hand by now.
“You know, I had hoped you weren’t one of those, names-their-car kind of people.”
“Sorry to disappoint.”
“I think I’ll help you out anyway. I don’t have any service either but I could give you a lift.”
“Are you sure?”
“No.” Gail shrugged, “But you’re injured and stuck and I live to serve and protect so…”
Holly wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Even if she had a hard time taking her eyes off of Gail’s red stained lips. The blonde could murder her any day. “A ride would be great.”
“Where were you heading?”
“Up to a friend’s lake house but the city is probably closer.”
“Probably has more mechanics too. And actual medical assistance if you need it.”
“Yeah...probably…” But Holly really didn’t want to go back, no matter how much sense it made. She was trying to contain her disappointment.
“But…I was heading out this way anyway, I don’t mind a longer drive if you don’t.”
“I don’t. I really don’t. But are you sure it’s not too much of an inconvenience?”
“Buy me dinner and tequila and I could probably lessen it to a nuisance.”
“Deal.”
Gail headed back to her bike and patted the seat behind her. Holly slid on and had no choice but to press herself against her leather-clad heroine.
“Keep it up, Nerd, and you’ll be buying me breakfast too.”
Holly smirked and held on a little tighter to her newfound luck.
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
someone tell me why aliyah o'brien is posting gail x holly fan videos on her Instagram rn
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Crooked Smile Ch 3
~You go out cruising for a bruising, An illusion that you use to cover up your broken heart~
Holly is not happy. Ok, that’s an understatement. She is pissed. Lisa had dragged her along to meet up with whatever bimbo had become the flavor of the week: this week’s model was a young woman named Katie, and Holly had only been pretending to listen when she said what she did for a living. Holly thinks it was something along the lines of finance, or maybe it was accounting. Something boring. Katie seemed sweet and all, but she was…oblivious. And Holly knew that Lisa was just going to eat her up and spit her right back out again and that poor girl was in for heartbreak.
But it wasn’t the fact that Lisa had dragged her along to meet a girl, no. What really pissed Holly off was that Lisa had dragged her to The Black Penny. And she knew that Lisa knew full well that this bar was 15 Division’s turf and as Gail Peck’s ex, Holly was not welcome here. But Holly hadn’t known where they were going, no, Lisa had kept that a tight-lipped secret. And of course, Lisa had insisted on driving. Oh well, Holly didn’t see anyone she recognized, and she figured she could down a drink or two and then slip her way out and catch a taxi home.
Holly was on her second drink when a group of off-duty 15 Division officers walked in the front door. Well, maybe she’d just slip out a little earlier than she’d originally planned. Holly had grabbed her jacket and was about to throw it on when she saw Gail walk through the door. Shit, she thought, There’s no way I can quietly sneak out with her standing right by the door.
While Holly was busy planning her escape, she did not realize someone was walking up to her.
“Holly! Hey! It’s so nice to see you!”
Holly snapped her head in the direction of the person talking. It took her a moment to focus on the face in front of her.
“Traci! Hi! How are you?” Holly held her hand out for a handshake, but Traci enveloped her in a tight hug.
“Come have a drink! We should catch up,” Traci said, pulling Holly towards her table, which was currently occupied by Dov, Chloe, Nick, Chris, Andy, and Sam.
Holly turned around to glance at the table she’d been at with Liza and Katie, but the other two had disappeared, presumably they were making out in the bathroom.
A chorus of ‘hey’s and ‘how are you’s met Holly as she took the offered seat. She smiled warmly at everyone and gratefully accepted the offer of a drink from Chris.
She had tuned out most of the conversation and was focused on her drink. She’d leave after this one, make some polite excuse about having to be up early.
She took the last gulp of her beer right as Gail sat down across the table from her. They made eye contact as Gail slid another beer in front of Holly. The look in her eyes told Holly it was meant as a peace offering. She reached out to take the glass, her fingers briefly grazed Gail’s.
Several drinks later, and Holly was too buzzed to feel self-conscious about the tension between her and Gail. She was too busy watching Gail animatedly recount a tale from her rookie days to notice Traci watching her watch Gail. And she didn’t notice Traci grab her phone and shoot off a quick text, or that everyone around the table took their turn checking their phone, everyone except Gail.
“You know what, I think it’s time for Dov and I to head out,” Chloe said in her cheerful manner. She finished her drink and tugged at Dov’s collar to get him to follow her lead. Chris stood too, downing the last of his beer.
“I’m their ride, so I should probably…” Chris trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. He grabbed his jacket and jogged after the other two.
“I’m…” Nick began, standing. “Gonna go flirt with the bartender.” He quickly walked away.
Sam saluted those left at the table, downed his drink, grabbed Andy’s hand and pulled her towards another table occupied by other off-duty police officers.
Traci stood and looked between the two women.
“I am gonna go get another drink,” Traci said as she waved her empty glass. “Either of you need a refill?”
“No, I’m good,” Gail and Holly said at the same time. They looked at each other and giggled like school children.
Traci made her way to the bar and sat next to Nick. They both chanced a glance over their shoulder to Holly and Gail, and quickly turned back to whisper to one another.
“So-” Holly began.
“Look-” Gail said at the same time. They both paused and looked at the other.
“Go ahead,” they said in unison.
Holly held her hand up and said, “So you’re getting married?”
Gail looked down at her hands, which were fiddling with the beer glass and coaster.
“Yeah, I, uh… we haven’t set a date yet, but,” Gail cleared her throat, “um, she’s great. She’s really great.” Gail’s eyes didn’t leave her glass.
“I’m really happy for you,” Holly choked out.
Gail looked up at her, surprised.
“You are?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’m happy if you’re happy,” Holly whispered, using all her strength to fight back the tears threatening to escape.
Gail took a deep breath. “I am happy,” she said as she exhaled. “What about you?”
“Am I seeing someone?” Holly asked in return.
“Are you happy?” Gail asked.
Holly smiled a small smile as she looked down at her lap. She briefly contemplated telling Gail the truth: that she wasn’t happy, that she missed Gail like she wouldn’t believe, or maybe she would.
“I’m happy to be back,” Holly murmured.
“That’s not what I meant.” Gail gave her a pointed look.
“What do you want me to say, Gail?”
“I don’t know, Holly,” Gail snapped. “But you owe it to me to be honest.”
“I owe you?” Holly challenged.
“You left me, Holly,” Gail shot back, her icy stare locked onto Holly’s eyes.
“As I recall, I asked you to come with me,” Holly countered. She met Gail’s stare and refused to back down. “And you said no.”
“I was-“ Gail yelled, but quickly realized where she was and lowered her voice. “I was trying to adopt Sofie and you know that.”
“I asked you to visit…” Holly’s fire had died down somewhat, softened by the memory of the young girl.
“Holly, we weren’t even that good at a regular relationship.”
“Then why are you so upset that I left?”
The question caught Gail off guard. If she was being honest with herself, Gail knew exactly why she was so upset. But Gail had a nasty habit of lying to herself and she wasn’t about to change that now, even while drunk. Gail searched Holly’s eyes for… something. She wasn’t quite sure what she was hoping to find. But whatever she wanted to see, she didn’t see it reflected back at her. She gulped down the last of her drink and stood up from the table.
“Goodnight, Holly.”
But Holly wasn’t about to let this go. Maybe it was the alcohol fueling her forward, bound and determined to get some answers. She followed Gail out the back door that she didn’t know existed and made a mental note to use that exit next time. If there ever was a next time.
“Just go home, Holly,” Gail pleaded, throwing her hands in the air and turning to face Holly. The action had stopped Holly short and she was only a couple steps away from the other woman.
“Not until you tell me why you are so goddamn pissed at me,” Holly said. She crossed her arms over her chest to protect against the chill in the air.
“You left me,” Gail repeated.
“And you told me to go,” Holly argued. The cold was quickly sobering her up enough to think this may have been a bad idea.
“I-” Gail began, taking a step forward, “I never-” Gail’s gaze dropped to Holly’s lips briefly, then back up to her big, brown eyes.
Gail closed the distance between them quickly, grabbing Holly’s face between her hands, and pulling her into a searing kiss. Both women poured their long pent-up feelings for the other into this kiss. Holly’s hands grabbed haphazardly at Gail’s jacket, trying to pull her as close as possible. Gail let her left hand travel up into Holly’s hair to grasp at the back of her head, keeping her there. The other hand smoothed down Holly’s chest and abdomen, then made its way around to her back, her nails scratching at Holly’s skin through her shirt.
Oblivious to the world around them, Gail walked Holly backwards and pinned her up against the brick wall. Holly had moved her hands inside Gail’s jacket and was toying with the hem of her shirt, flirting with the skin of Gail’s waist. Gail’s hand slid down to grasp the back of Holly’s neck while the other slid down to palm Holly’s ass. She squeezed roughly, enjoying the moan the action elicited. Her hand continued downward, pulling Holly’s thigh up and onto her hip. Gail used the new position to slip her own leg in between Holly’s and pushed herself impossibly closer. Holly gasped at the new contact and gently bit Gail’s bottom lip, pulling slightly, then soothing the area with her tongue. Gail’s moan was swallowed by Holly as she pulled Gail into another openmouthed kiss.
The side door swung open and banged loudly against the brick wall, startling Gail and Holly. Two giggling strangers playing grab-ass walked away from them. Gail jumped away from Holly and wiped at her mouth. Holly watched the other woman try to compose herself, and noted that the two strangers never even looked back. They probably hadn’t even known she and Gail were there. Gail finally looked back at Holly with something in her eyes Holly couldn’t quite read. Regret, maybe? Disappointment?
“I-” Gail started and stopped immediately. She looked at Holly, searching her face for something to tell her to just leave.
“I missed you,” Holly confessed. It threw Gail off guard, she didn’t know what she had been expecting, but it wasn’t that.
It was however, enough to pull Gail back towards Holly. She pulled greedily at Holly, crashing their lips together again.
————
Gail rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. She stretched and felt the cool sheets on her naked skin. Turning her head, she looked at Holly laying next to her, still fast asleep. She reached a hand out to push back the hair on Holly’s face, but stopped short. Slowly, carefully, Gail climbed out of the bed. She grabbed her clothes and made her way silently out of the room, dressing in the hallway. She looked back at the once familiar entryway, before exiting the townhouse. She made sure the doorknob was locked before shutting it behind her. The drive to her apartment was quiet, the roads empty this early in the morning.
Gail silently unlocked the door and entered the living room. She made her way to the bedroom. Sarah was still sleeping. Gail entered the bathroom and closed the door so she wouldn’t disturb her. Gail washed her face and grabbed her toothbrush. She’d need to shower before Sarah woke. She was positive she smelled of sex and alcohol. Grabbing the edge of the sink and resting her weight on her arms, Gail looked at her reflection. What the fuck had she been thinking? She hadn’t, and that was the problem.
Gail turned the shower on to let the water heat while she finished brushing her teeth. In the mirror, she saw the bathroom door open a sliver.
“Gail?” Sarah asked sleepily as she poked her head in the door.
“Hey, baby,” Gail soothed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Did you just get home? Where were you?”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t call. I went over to Traci’s and we were playing board games with Leo and I just lost track of time and then we all passed out watching TV,” Gail said, the lies flowing from her mouth with ease. She felt herself becoming someone she didn’t recognize.
“It’s fine, babe. Take a shower and I’ll make us some breakfast,” Sarah said, smiling sweetly before pulling her head back and shutting the door.
Gail took her time, letting the hot water fall over her body. She replayed the events of last night in her head. If she concentrated, she could still feel Holly’s lips on her own. Her hand absentmindedly moved up to touch her lips. Stop it, she told herself, You love Sarah. She finished the rest of her shower trying to think of her week ahead, anything that would keep her mind off of Holly.
————
The light filtering through the curtains woke Holly from her slumber. She yawned as she stretched and reached over to check her phone on the night stand. She had slept much later than she’d intended. Holly stretched again and felt the post-sex soreness in her muscles. She rolled over, expecting to snuggle up to Gail, but her sheets were empty. Holly sat up, confused. Running her fingers through her hair, Holly swung her legs over the edge of her bed and looked around the room. She reached over and grabbed her glasses off her night stand, putting them on, she looked around the room again. Her clothes from last night were scattered across her floor, but Gail’s were gone. Panic began to rise into Holly’s chest. She wouldn’t just leave, would she? Of course she would, Holly thought, she’s Gail. Holly got up and grabbed her robe from where it was hanging on the back of her bedroom door and threw it on. She made her way downstairs and into the kitchen, suddenly aware of how empty her house was. She opened the pantry, but nothing looked appetizing. With a heavy sigh, Holly made her way back upstairs to shower and clean up.
Holly was toweling her hair dry when she heard her phone ring. She ran to her bed and grabbed her phone, hoping that maybe it was Gail calling. She didn’t bother to check the i.d. before answering.
“Hello?”
“Hey! You busy today?”
“Rachel?”
“Yeah… who else did you expect?” Rachel asked.
“I, uh… no one. Sorry. What’s up?”
“I was gonna see if you wanted to come to brunch with Lisa and I? Well, Lisa and her new girlfriend and I?” Rachel waited for a response, but when the silence lasted longer than was socially acceptable, she continued. “Please don’t make me go by myself. You know how insufferable Lisa is with her new toys,” she pleaded.
“Yeah,” Holly spoke softly. “I’ll go.” She probably should get out for a bit, especially after last night. If she was home alone all day, she’d just spend it in her own head overthinking.
————
Holly slowly stirred the straw in her water glass as she stared out the window, replaying last nights events over and over in her mind. Had she said something wrong? Had she done something? Gail still hadn’t replied to her text message. Then again, Holly should know that this is how Gail tends to deal with things.
“Earth to Holly.”
Lisa’s voice invaded her thoughts and brought her back to the present. Holly whipped her head in the direction of the voice across the table.
“What’s up?” Holly asked.
“What the hell is wrong with you today?” Lisa asked as she took a long drink from her mimosa. “You disappeared last night and you’ve been weird all morning.”
Holly took a steadying drink of her own mimosa before answering, “It’s just been a weird week.” Holly waved her hand dismissively, hoping her friends would let the subject drop.
“Bullshit,” Lisa exclaimed. “Something happened last night, didn’t it?”
Goddamn her stupid friends and how well they knew her.
“It’s nothing,” Holly mumbled.
“Spill,” Rachel said, turning in her seat to face her friend.
“You got laid,” Lisa stated, a knowing grin spreading across her face. She sat back in her chair triumphantly and threw her arm around Katie.
“I…um, nothing. Nothing happened,” Holly said, avoiding all eye contact with her friends.
“You are a terrible liar,” Rachel said.
Holly looked between her friends, Rachel had her chin in her hand as her elbow rested on the table and an expectant look on her face, while Lisa sipped on her mimosa and continued grinning at her. Holly sighed loudly and hid her face in her hands.
“I slept with Gail,” she mumbled through her fingers.
“What?” Rachel reached out to move one of Holly’s hands from her face.
“I slept with Gail,” Holly said a little louder, one hand still covering her eyes.
“WHAT?” Both her friends exclaimed at the same time.
Holly ignored their question and downed the rest of her drink. She flagged down the waiter and raised her glass in a silent plea for more alcohol.
“Details. Now.” Lisa had straightened up in her seat.
“There’s nothing to tell,” Holly all but whispered as she fiddled with her hands in her lap. “It was a mistake.”
“Oh no, start from the beginning, now,” Rachel said, then tacked on a quick “Please.”
Holly should have known they’d figure out something was bothering her, and part of her wanted them to figure it out so she could work through everything with them. But boy she did not want to talk about it here, especially in front of Lisa’s new girlfriend.
“She showed up just as I was about to leave and we… talked. Well, argued really,” Holly began. “And then next thing I know, she’s kissing me in the alley and we went back to mine.”
“So it was hate sex?” Lisa asked.
“No. I mean I don’t think so. It didn’t feel like that.”
“Isn’t she engaged?” Rachel asked, confused.
“Yes,” Holly said. Her refill had arrived just in time. She downed it before the waiter could even turn away and was already requesting another. Good thing they were bottomless with brunch.
“She left, didn’t she? And that’s who you were expecting when I called, isn’t it?” Rachel asked, finally understanding what had been bothering her friend.
“I don’t know what time she left. And she hasn’t responded to my texts, but that’s kind of classic Gail,” Holly said.
“Well fuck her,” Lisa said, finishing her own drink and flagging down the waiter for another.
“Lisa!” Rachel exclaimed.
“No, I’m serious, she’s a bitch. She told you to go off to California, she doesn’t get to be mad at you for leaving and then mess with your feelings when you get back,” Lisa said matter-of-factly. “She supposedly moved on and then she goes and cheats, is that really someone you want in your life?”
Holly choked on her water.
“That’s kind of the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?” Holly taunted.
“Don’t you go projecting onto me,” Lisa hissed.
The waiter returned with a round of mimosas for the four women. They drank in silence for a moment.
“Holly what were you thinking?” Rachel asked softly, like a mother trying to understand a child’s actions.
“Obviously she wasn’t,” Lisa scoffed.
“Fuck you, Lisa,” Holly snapped.
Both women looked in opposite directions.
“Holly,” Rachel tried again, softly.
“I know it was a mistake, Rach,” Holly said, continuing to stare out the window.
“Honey, I think you need to just let her go. I mean look at what happened last time,” Rachel said, “She ignored you for weeks and it tore you up. I just don’t think she’s going to talk it out like you want.”
“I know,” Holly said, defeated. She didn’t want to talk about this any more. What she really wanted was to go home and cry in her comfy clothes.
“Plus I doubt she’s gonna leave her fiancée for you,” Lisa interjected.
Rachel shot her a disapproving look and turned her attention back to Holly. Holly downed her drink, threw a few bills on the table, and without a word, got up and walked out. She knew better than to talk about anything Gail related with Lisa.
“Look what you did,” Rachel scolded.
“What? Am I wrong?” Lisa asked, feigning innocence. She turned her attention back to Katie.
Rachel shook her head as she grabbed a few bills to cover her portion of brunch and got up from the table as well.
“So that’s it? Brunch is just over?” Lisa asked.
“I’m not gonna be a third wheel while you suck face and forget I’m here.” And with that Rachel left, hoping she could catch up to her brokenhearted friend before she did something stupid.
————
Holly was worn down and it was beginning to show. She ran her hands over her face and looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was greasy, not that anyone but her could really tell. She hated to admit that it had been several days since she’d last showered. The bags under her eyes had become a permanent fixture on her face. Most nights she was lucky if she only woke up once, but she never felt rested come morning. At least her clothes were clean, albeit wrinkled. She made her way back to her office, but stopped short at the sight of bleach blonde hair in her lab.
Gail stood with her back to the door. She was looking at the photos on Holly’s desk.
Holly took a deep breath to settle herself and walked into the room. She gently cleared her throat to announce her presence. Gail spun around at the sound.
“Hi,” Gail said softly.
“How can I help you, Detective Peck?” Holly asked, attempting to keep her face as passive as possible.
Gail’s face fell slightly.
“I need to know if you found anything else in relation to the homicide on Euclid,” Gail said, her tone all business.
“Yes,” Holly began, “I found some hairs on the victim that were not his.”
“Could they belong to the perp?” Gail asked, taking a step closer to Holly.
“Only if the perp is a new breed of dog that has opposable thumbs,” Holly chuckled.
“What?”
“I found dog hair on the victim, and as far as I’ve been told, he did not have a dog,” Holly explained.
“Oh,” Gail said, nodding in understanding.
“So if any of your suspects have a dog, I can match the hairs.”
“Anything else?”
“The blood spatter sample you gave me does not belong to the victim. I ran it through the database but did not find any matches. Same with the fingerprints.”
“Got it. Thank you for the update,” Gail said before walking towards the doorway.
“You could have just called,” Holly said.
“What?” Gail asked, stopping just short of the doorway.
“You could have called, you didn’t need to come all the way down here.”
“Would you prefer that I don’t come here?” Gail asked without turning around.
“Gail,” Holly said softly, “I think we should talk.”
“No, Holly, I don’t think we should.” She knew what Holly meant, but she was not prepared to have this discussion.
“We need to talk about what happened the other—”
“Nothing happened.” Gail emphasized as she turned to face the other woman.
“Gail—”
“No, Holly,” Gail began, “I’m engaged. I’m getting married! This,” she gestured between them, “cannot happen. There can’t be— there is nothing between us. It was a mistake. It should have never happened.”
“Oh. Um,” Holly cleared her throat. “Ok.”
“I can’t do this.” Gail whispered.
“You think this is easy for me?”
“That’s not what I—”
“I have to watch you be happy with someone who isn’t me, knowing that it should be me, but I went and fucked it up by leaving.” Tears threatened to spill over the corners of Holly’s eyes, she blinked them back momentarily.
Gail looked back at her, on the verge of tears as well.
“And now you’re back and I can’t look at you because all I see is the woman who left me. But I can’t look at Sarah either because when I do, all I see is that she isn’t you.” Gail grabbed the edge of the metal table and rested her weight on her arms. “I’m loyal, Holly. I am fiercely loyal and I betrayed the one person I’m supposed to cherish forever. And I can’t even bring myself to regret it because I can’t stop thinking about you.”
A single tear rolled down Gail’s cheek. She roughly wiped it away and all but ran out of the room.
Holly stood still and just let the tears fall.
#gail peck#holly stewart#gail x holly#golly#fanfic#fanfiction#my writing#my fic#rookie blue#crooked smile
53 notes
·
View notes
Note
Would you consider writing Golly again? I have recently gotten back into the fandom after however many years and your writing was always a favorite of mine. Anyways, thanks for everything you wrote. I’m still enjoying it in 2022, hope you know your effort is appreciated
I am still writing Golly. I just have had a few things going on with my own pain with the damage in my back and my own health, most recent is I need to have an iron infusion cos I’m anemic. My mum had heart surgery to replace a valve last year and my dad is having a stent put in his aorta at the beginning of next month. So I’ve been a bit distracted and very tired which makes writing difficult. I do have enough to post a chapter on both of my current stories and will do my best to get them edited and uploaded as soon as I can. Thanks for asking. Thanks for the praise. Feel free to nag me, I don’t mind. Hope this finds you well.
Bec oxox
6 notes
·
View notes
Link
Author’s Note: All acidental deaths mentioned in this story are based (however loosely) on actual Darwin Awards
Valentines Day was just two days away, and Gail’s palms were sweating as she entered the room. Not even the chill of the morgue could stop the heat that was creeping up her chest and coloring her ears as she looked at the most wonderful person she had ever met, and until last year was sure she would never see again. Holly walked back into her crime scene, and into her life one day when when Dr. Harold Duponte, or Dr. Hal (Short for Dr. Halitosis) as she liked to call him, had retired suddenly. Thank God! Dr. Hal smelled like stale B.O., and rancid coffee and sardine breath. If she had to work one more case with him standing way too close and breathing on her, she had been considering which autopsy tool she could grab and use to put herself out of her misery as quickly as possible. Not only did Holly smell far better, but Gail wouldn’t mind if she stood much closer too.
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Anyone who is still following for gail/ holly fic, I'm getting ready to upload the end chapter of AoC and a slew of other fics that I lost when I fried my laptop including take. It only took 4 years and being in my house 24/7 to make it happen.
22 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
