A/N: Hey there. As you probably read in the description this is the sequel/part 2 of my first fic We're Never Done With Killing Time. It's probably not necessary to read it in order to be able to enjoy this story, and I'll try my best to write so that it's not, but if you want to check it out hop on over to my author's profile! This picks up about two months after Killing Time wrapped up, so we're talking super late September 2014. Without further ado...

"He's making eye contact and," Gail gestured indignantly with her drink as she tightened her grip around the glass, "laughing too hard." Gail's gaze had honed in on the bar and wasn't about to waver. Her eyes were focussed like lasers even as she reached to her left and stole a french fry off of Traci's plate.

Traci snorted, "he doesn't have the balls." Steve quickly shook his head from side to side, silently urging Traci not to go down that path. She shrugged and smiled nonchalantly, "all I'm sayin' is, someone's got a crush."

"So, uh," Dov winced, pulling out another trivia card from the stack, eager to divert Gail's attention, "next question," his voice was a little louder and cheerier than was warranted. "Gail, you're up," Dov placed his elbows on the table and turned to his left, looking her square in the eye, "you ready, Peck?" She ignored him, and stared straight through Chris when he started waving his hand in and out of her line of vision. Her mouth was slightly agape as she brought the glass to her lips slowly and methodically without averting her gaze from the bar. Dov was determined though, and continued on, "who won the-"

Gail cut him off, sounding socked and appalled, "he just looked at her lips," she gestured with her glass again before draining it. "He lip looked her," Gail rose from her chair quickly but graciously, it was like she was sitting, and then was standing instantaneously. Chris, Dov, Steve, and Traci all looked from the bar, to Gail, then to one another, knowing something was about to go down. Steve took another sip of his beer and leaned back in his chair, settling in to what was sure to be a good show. Gail stalked around the empty chair, passed Dov, and passed the other empty chair.

Chris raised a finger as she approached him on her way to the bar, "Gail, I'm sure-" but he was silenced by a palm covering his face.

"Shut it, Diaz," she breezed right past him without removing her eyes from the bar.

Traci chuckled from deep in her belly, "five bucks says he doesn't survive."

Dov cocked his head to the side, furrowed his brow, and pointed at Traci with his trivia card, "define 'survive,'" he challenged her.

"Five bucks says he leaves in ten minutes, tail between his legs," Traci clarified, throwing a five onto the table.

Steve reached into his wallet and pulled out a ten, "my money's on five," he wagered confidently.

Dov seemed to have been pondering the situation carefully and tossed a ten into the pile, "seven," he sounded confident, "including a 'bathroom break.'"

"No way," Chris shook his head, throwing five onto the table, "straight out the door. I'm talking from experience." He nodded and took a sip of his beer; he had been on Gail's shit list before.

"Ooo what are we betting on?" Chloe slid into her seat in between Dov and Chris, wearing a big smile.

Traci nodded her head over to Gail, "how long it takes for Hamilton to run out of here."

"Oh snap," Chloe giggled, noticing how nervous the rookie looked. She pulled a twenty out of her pocket, "dude downs his drink, goes straight to the bathroom, slinks out the back, and Jackson follows him out." Chloe smiled slyly as everyone looked at her with baffled expressions, "what? I notice things," she shrugged and took a sip of her drink.

Gail walked through the thin crowd with complete tunnel vision. She weaved around other patrons, tables, and chairs with expert precision. She walked tall, confidently poised. She smiled but kept her lips closed as she approached the pair at the bar. "Helloooo," Gail greeted cheerily. Well, cheerily for Gail. She nodded at the bartender as she placed her glass on the bar top, digging into it with her stomach, "can I have another?" Gail flipped around on the bar so she was now leaning on it with her back, her elbows resting on the polished wood. "Are they slaughtering the cow out back or something?"

Holly chuckled, "ah I don't think so, but the bun better be fresh out of the oven for how long it's taking." She raised her eyebrows before continuing, "Officer Hamilton here was just telling me about the bakery you all busted this afternoon."

"Yeah, well," Gail sighed, "they were getting baked more often then they were actually baking." She swiveled her neck to the right and looked Hamilton dead in the eyes, "weren't they, Hamilton?"

"Yeah," he laughed nervously, "more adjective than verb, if ya know what I mean."

Gail narrowed her eyes and shook her head at him. 'Lame joke,' she said in her head.

"Uh, ya know, because 'baked' describes them more than they were actually baking," he immediately took a sip of his beer hoping to wash away some of the awkwardness.

"Nice try, buddy," Gail said as she turned around once more to collect her, now replenished, drink. She turned into Holly, got on her tiptoes, and lightly pinched Holly's shirt by her bellybutton while whispering in her ear, "I absolutely adore you." Gail gave her a quick peck on the cheek before letting her heels meet the floor again. "Extra pickles," she said, pointing at Holly with her drink as she backed away to their table, "don't let them forget."

"That didn't look that bad," Dov shrugged, "kinda hard to tell from here though."

"I don't know," Traci swirled her drink around, "he jumbles his words so easily, he's usually one inch away from shoving his foot in his mouth," her voice was laced with pity. "Kinda like Chris!" she pointed out while laughing.

"Gee, thanks Trace," Chris leaned forward in his chair. "Chloe can you just answer the question already?"

Chloe snapped her gaze from the bar back to the table, "sorry, what was it again?"

Steve cleared his throat and read off the card for the third time, "what is the only country of Central America which has no contact with the Pacific Ocean?" Steve really wasn't a fan of trivia, he could have gotten behind police trivia though; he would kick ass at that.

"Oh! That's easy," Chloe smiled. "Belize!" she exclaimed. It's not that she had needed time to think about it, she just really hadn't been listening the first two times Steve read the question off.

Steve saw Gail approaching and slyly swept the pile of cash into his hand and placed it on his knee, under the table.

"Hello, mortals," Gail offered as a greeting as she took her seat next to Traci.

Everyone looked around the table at each other nervously, that is, everyone except Gail.

"What!" She spat.

Steve smiled, "well, we uh," he gestured around the table, "all just want to know if the rook over there shit his pants or not," Steve's smile doubled in size as Gail narrowed her eyes at him.

"Dov, your turn!" Chris cut in quickly, "which athlete, born in 1904, won five Olympic gold medals and set sixty-seven world records for swimming? He later played 'Tarzan' in numerous jungle adventure films."

Gail rolled her eyes, this was so stupid. She would have flushed Dov's trivia cards down the toilet months ago if Holly didn't think it was fun. At least she could get a little drunk.

Dov pondered the question for a few moments before answering, "Mark Spitz?"

"Mark Spitz was not born in 1904," Gail rolled her eyes. She definitely didn't know who this Tarzan swimmer was, but she did know he was old enough to be Mark Spitz's grandfather.

"Well, I don't know," Dov hissed, putting the edges of both his hands on the table, "he was the only swimmer I could think of!" Another reason Gail hated playing trivia with Dov; he got so worked up. Jeez.

"Woah, down trivia boy," Holly placed the burger and fries in front of Gail, "do I need to separate you two?" Holly took her seat between Dov and Gail, looking back and forth between the pair.

"You, kinda just did," Chris added with a laugh as he leaned back in his chair.

Gail quickly grabbed a fry and stuffed it into her mouth, cocking her head to the side and batting her eyelashes at Holly, "have I told you lately that I love you?"

"That's really charming you know?" Holly motioned to the half chewed food in Gail's mouth.

She smiled and swallowed, "what's the knife for?" Gail asked as she let the large steak knife flop around between her fingers.

Holly raised her eyebrows, "you said we were sharing it."

Gail smiled guiltily, "good luck with that."

"Oh yeah?" Holly challenged, leaning forward while resting her wrist on the chair's back.

When Gail just nodded with the same expression on her face Holly quickly slid the plate away from Gail and took a big bite out of the burger, "mmm extra pickles too," she moaned through a full mouth.

"Hey!" Gail was scandalized. It was pretty common knowledge that if you took Gail's food without express written consent you should expect a fork to the eye. That is, unless you were Holly.

She held the burger in her two hands and nodded toward the bar, "you can order your own, I hear they're slaughtering the cows fresh outside." Holly took another bite and smiled through her full mouth.

"Fine," Gail groaned as she handed the handle of the knife to Holly.

"Okay Gail, it's your turn!" Chloe was doing that thing where she bounces in her chair again.

Gail waved her off, "I'm not playing while I'm eating."

"Fine by me," Dov declared, "you're just losing points."

"I don't really care, Mr. Trivia," she spat through a full mouth. It was true, Gail really did not care about the trivia score. Mostly she just wanted Dov and Chloe not to win.

"That was kinda mean, ya know," Holly poked Gail in the shoulder as the rest of the table carried on with the game.

"Dov can take it," Gail shrugged as she took a big bite from her half of the hamburger.

Holly raised her eyebrows and stared Gail down.

"Ohhh," Gail feigned innocence, "you mean with Hamilton? Whatever. I was nice."

"He probably didn't even know we're together," Holly sounded sorry for him, "he's just a kid," she made a pouty face.

"And now he does," Gail shrugged as she popped another fry into her mouth.

Holly squeezed some ketchup onto the plate, "I was gonna let the poor kid down easy," she nudged Gail lightly with her elbow.

"Holly," Gail nodded her head down a bit, acting serious, "there can't be anything 'easy' about getting let down by you."

Holly's eyes widened as a half smiled played across her face. She returned her half of the burger to the plate, "smooth moves there, Peck. If I didn't know better I'd say you were tryin' to get lucky."

All the sudden Chloe jumped up out of her seat and pointed at Steve, "pay up, Peck! Hand it over," she motioned with her hand for the money.

Steve, Traci, Dov, and Chris's eyes shot over to the back door just in time to catch Jackson following Hamilton outside.

"No way!" Traci sounded simultaneously impressed and shocked. Steve slapped the money onto the table in front of Chloe.

"What is going on?" Gail searched around the table for answer.

"I knew she was into him!" Chloe sang as she counted her money.

"Wait," Gail put a hand up and closed her eyes, "did Hamilton just leave with Jackson?"

"Damn straight," Chloe said victoriously as she slid the money into her back pocket.

"Damnit," Gail cursed as she slumped back into her seat, face to the ceiling.

"What do you care?" Steve gave Gail's foot a kick under the table as he took another drink.

Gail made no effort to move but groaned, "that means I owe Oliver twenty bucks."

Holly fumbled with her keys as they walked out of the Penny into the crisp autumn air. "Hey, question for you," she said nervously, opening the driver's door.

Gail placed her left foot on the floor of the car but paused to look across the roof at Holly. "I can't really help you there, I spent all my answers at trivia night," Gail shrugged as her elbows rested on the roof and the top of the open door.

Holly nodded and smiled, conceding to the joke while admitting her own nervousness. She slid into her seat and started the car as a means of distraction.

Gail looked over at Holly while slowly buckling her seatbelt. If she was being honest, it was kind of nice not being the one was who unhinged.

"It's just that, for Thanksgiving my family usually makes a big to do," Holly backed out of the parking space and used the task of driving as reason not to look at Gail, "everyone watches the doubleheader, my mom makes way too much food, Summer get's drunker than my mom approves of, my dad and Evan light stuff on fire, my aunt gets completely scandalized, sometimes my mom's sister's family comes. Anyways, my grandparents have always come out since we moved here, and it's going to be the first thanksgiving since Gram died, and I guess-"

"Say no more," Gail placed her hand on Holly's knee as they came to a stop for a red light, "Holly, of course I'll arrest them all for you." Gail gazed into Holly's eyes sincerely, "why did you even think you had to ask?"

Holly cracked a smile and Gail returned to her slumped position on her side of the car, "that's not exactly how I'm hoping things will pan out. I was kinda wondering if you wanted to come not in uniform." She looked back to the road and pressed down on the accelerator as the light turned green.

"Sure, why not?" Gail shrugged, "I could come over after shift."

"You're working?" Holly sounded surprised and took her eyes off the road for a brief moment to look across the car at Gail.

"Duh," Gail whipped her head to the left as she played with her right earlobe, "your's truly is still pretty low on the divisional pecking order, no pun intended, and someone's gotta babysit the rookies. Plus, my mom always gets me Saturday and Sunday off for the 'Peck Family Thanksgiving at the cabin' so I'll probably be working Monday until the day she dies." Gail rolled her eyes; Elaine Peck.

"'Peck Family Thanksgiving at the cabin,' huh?" Holly raised her eyebrows as she turned left onto her street.

"Yup," Gail groaned, "wanna come? And by come I mean; wanna hide from my mother, apply Cortizone to my rashed out skin, throw darts at Steve's butt, and babysit me while I get stupid drunk."

Holly chuckled a deep laugh, "well how could I turn down that invitation?" She turned off the car and realized Gail was already out of her seat.

"Oh," Gail ducked her head back into the car, "and by 'wanna come' I mean my mother expects you to be there and she'll put an all points bulletin out on you if you aren't so..." Gail made an 'o' with her lips and raised her eyebrows innocently before quickly shutting the door.

"Here not gone"
"Forever holding on"
- James Morrison "I Won't Let You Go"

A/N: Shout out to everyone who read and reviewed my first story! Seriously, you guys rock! I've actually started writing the next chapter first so it should be up sometime tomorrow. As always, I love to hear what you're thinking and I welcome comments and suggestions. Love to you!