Special Kinda Love (Lesbian Story)

Chapter 6

"I haven't seen your girl around in a while, Peck, how is the amazing Doctor?" Oliver questioned merrily as he poured himself another cup of coffee.

Gail's head snapped out of the fridge. "What?"

Ollie looked her over, ending the exam with a gentle smile and a twinkle in his eye. "I asked how our beloved Holly was, I haven't seen her around the past few weeks, and I worry."

Gail was doing beautifully in avoiding Holly, it was almost an art form. Hiding in interrogation rooms, dodging into offices, texts only to schedule visits with Shiloh -when she was conveniently too busy to join-, and excuses. Lots and lots of excuses. Stupid, very obvious excuses, that she knew Holly could see through, knew Holly was just letting her get away with. And Gail was honestly shocked she hadn't been bombarded with a talk on what was happening, on why, and how they could fix it.

"She's good, nothing new." She said as cool as she could, closing the fridge door.

"Good." He nodded with his signature smile and continued to make his coffee. "Tell her to give Celery a call, she's been asking for another dinner with the three of you."

The three of you. The three of you. The three of you, it rang in Gail's ears. There was a three of them, her, Holly, and Shiloh.

"Gail?"

She blinked, focusing back onto the Staff Sargent. "Yeah?"

"Dinner?" Ollie asked behind his mug, the one Shiloh had decorated for him last Christmas.

"Oh. Yeah, I'll tell Holly to give her a call, as long as the food isn't too green. I'm not doing the whole nothing-but-greens-on-my-plate thing again."

Ollie laughed. "I promise."

"Ready, Peck?"

Gail spun to meet who was in the doorway, and was faced with an awaiting Detective Anderson.

"Yup." She turned to Ollie, "don't stay here all night." And then she headed out to the parking lot with Frankie.

~

"Someone's at the door, it's probably the food. Be a dear and go get it." Gail told the detective as they passed in the doorway of the bathroom. Both in need of a shower after Frankie spilt half a bottle of tequila on them.

Frankie rolled her eyes, took the offered shirt out of Gail's hand and headed down the stairs.

Gail turned on the hottest water she could handle and undressed, lost in what Frankie had told her before spilling their drinks on them.

"Blind people can see that you guys are a couple, this" she gestured to Gail. "Is only news to you two."

Gail looked at her skeptically.

Frankie leaned forward to pour herself another shot, downing it before turning back to the blonde.

"That gross little feelings talk you just gave me, it's disgustingly obvious to everyone in the world, we've even got bets going on for when it'll happen. So if you could wait another two weeks that'd be awesome."

Gail glared at the woman. Bets? People have made bets on her and Holly?

"You know what, bets are a great idea. Maybe I should start a pool on when you and Price act on your stolen glances."

What caught Gail, what spun around in her head, was the fact that -in everyone's eyes- Holly felt the same way she did. Holly got the butterflies, the heated skin, the racing pulse, the yearn for her presence. Holly wanted her in the same way she wanted Holly. And it was obvious to the world.