There was definitely something off about Gina when she walked into work on the morning of June 5th, and that was instantly noticed by Rosa and Charles. The Civilian Administrator had sauntered into the bullpen twenty-five minutes late, dressed in a clearly unwashed grey hoodie and sporting a designer pair of sunglasses. The coffee cup she clutched onto for dear life confirmed her colleagues' suspicions and as Gina sat at her desk and immediately dropped her head into her folded arms, Rosa and Charles turned to one another and simultaneously voiced their thoughts:

"Hangover"

Whilst the detective wanted nothing more than to approach Gina and tease her about her current obvious suffering, Rosa was stuck with an ever-growing pile of paperwork which she knew she needed to spend the morning tending to. So, she kept her feet kicked up on her desk as she filled out file after file with lacklustre movements of her pen. Soon, Charles and Jake left the precinct to tackle a Grand Theft Auto case and as the office grew quieter throughout the morning, the dark-haired woman couldn't resist stealing glances across at Gina. The other woman had came into work hungover countless times, but something seemed much different this morning which confused Rosa. Gina hadn't made one sassy or snide remark since arriving at work, which the detective knew was a bad sign.

After resisting her urges for long enough, Rosa dropped her pen onto her desk with a clatter and dumped her finished file on top of her pile of completed documents. She got to her feet and made a beeline to Gina's desk, folding her arms and pursing her lips as she leaned against it and stared down at the brunette. Gina was still sat with her head in her hands and apparently didn't notice the looming presence of Rosa, until the taller woman cleared her throat intrusively.

"You look like dog shit, Linetti."

Finally, Gina lifted her head from her hands and peered over her sunglasses at Rosa. The unamused expression on her colleague's face only made the detective give a small, mischievous smirk, which didn't falter when she finally got her reply.

"Aren't you the most charming woman in the world? You really have a way with women, Rosa."

Gina's response was sarcastic and bitter, and lacked the usual playful bite. If Rosa didn't know better, she'd say Gina was actually annoyed to have the detective standing over her, interrogating her. However, Rosa had never been very good at understanding social cues, so stood her ground stubbornly.

"It's just the truth. What happened to you last night? You sleep in a bush or something?"

"Will you just leave it? You don't see me coming into work every morning asking you what questionable stuff you get up to in your free time!"

The bite behind Gina's response was undeniable this time and Rosa raised her eyebrows in surprise. It was uncharacteristic of the woman who usually believed she was the female reincarnation of Jesus Christ himself to be so needlessly harsh to the woman feared by most of the precinct.

Sensing that she was only being a nuisance, Rosa huffed and left Gina alone, making her way back to her own desk to begin on another file. It most definitely wasn't the ideal way to spend a morning and the hostility she'd gotten from someone she considered to be her friend proceeded to put her in a sour mood for the next few hours.

At lunch that day, Rosa sat herself down on the sofa in the break room with a steaming mug of herbal tea. She didn't feel hungry, so figured the hot beverage should be enough to get her through her rather uneventful day. The only other people occupying the break room were Hitchcock and Scully and their embarrassing conversation about the origin of every stain on their shirts was unbearable for the detective, so she slipped her earphones in and tried to relax. Although, it turned out that Rosa's rather heavy taste in music didn't help her angst, so she soon tore out the earbuds with a huff and finished off her drink.

On her way out of the break room, Detective Santiago quite literally walked into Rosa and gave a small squeal of surprise. The other woman had been distracted by looking over her shoulder as she walked through the door, so she had no idea that the leather-clad detective was on her way out of the room.

"Diaz! I'm so sorry!" Amy gasped, clearly astonished by her mistake whilst Rosa simply folded her arms and scowled at her, "I wasn't paying attention, I was looking at Gina. She's been really strange today, don't you think? I mean, I know she's hungover, but you'd think she'd be in a good mood after her friend's bachelorette party last night-"

"-What bachelorette party?" Rosa interrupted. She hadn't heard the assistant mention any party which only made her more suspicious about Gina, who was the type of woman who spent days on end bragging after a 'wild night out'.

"Oh, didn't she mention? Her friend Linda is getting married to her girlfriend in a couple weeks and Gina was really excited for her first night out at a gay bar…"

The new information caused Rosa to furrow her brow in confusion. The fact that last night was Gina Linetti's first night at a gay bar was interesting, and it was even more interesting that she was now acting very strangely this morning. She knew that Gina wouldn't feel uncomfortable in such an environment - she had even been the most nonchalant person when Rosa came out as bisexual a few months ago, so she was obviously comfortable with the whole ordeal. If Rosa didn't know Gina better, she'd even question the woman's sexuality herself. There had been the occasional moment where the brunette had made a comment that suggested she was interested in women, and Rosa couldn't forget how Gina had remarked that the two of them would make a 'hot ass couple'. She felt as though she was onto something, and narrowed her eyes across the room at the hungover woman.

"I'm going to get to the bottom of what's up with Linetti" Rosa announced, pushing her way past Santiago and heading back to her desk.

It was mid afternoon when Jake and Charles returned from their case and the latter instantly noticed Rosa when he stepped into the bullpen. She was sat hunched at her desk with her pen gripped in her hand, staring over at Gina who was silently texting with her sunglasses still on. When Charles approached Rosa, he noticed the piece of paper she had been jotting notes on which she'd conveniently titled 'Why Gina Linetti Looks Like Trash'.

"You've still not found out what's going on with her?" Charles asked, the shock laced in his tone, "You're one of our best detectives and you can't even solve what's wrong with G-"

The short man suddenly stopped in his tracks when Rosa shot him a venomous glare.

"Boyle, I have a lead" she snapped, not daring to break her intimidating stare with Charles, "See, last night Gina attended her friend Linda's bachelorette party at Metropolitan gay bar. She had a good time, had quite a bit to drink, but then vanished from the scene at around one in the morning. Strangely enough, another friend of Linda's, Nikola Salt, also vanished at the same time. So, my theory is, those two got up to something last night. I'm yet to decide on what."

At this point, Boyle's mouth was slightly agape with shock. With wide eyes, he stammered on his response. "H-how did you work all that out?" Rosa only smirked and reached out to her computer, tilting the monitor so Charles could see the screen.

"Facebook, Charles" she told him simply and began to scroll through the images Gina had been tagged in the night prior. There were plenty of photographs of her enjoying cocktails, dancing, and having quite a lot of fun with Linda and her friends. As she got to the photos that were posted after one in the morning, Gina was nowhere to be seen in group pictures. With a proud smirk, Rosa turned back to Charles who appeared rather impressed.

"Well, what do you think happened?" He asked, grabbing a chair from the side of Rosa's desk and sitting down besides her. The dark-haired woman glanced at her colleague with disapproval of his lack of respect for her personal space, but decided to carry on with her lead anyway.

"That's where I'm kinda stumped. I suppose they could have just shared a cab home, because Gina had work this morning and maybe this Nikola girl did too. But that's too boring and doesn't explain why she's acting so weird. On the most extreme end of the spectrum, perhaps the two were involved in drug use. That definitely would explain why Gina looks like death this morning."

Charles pondered Rosa's statements for a moment before shaking his head. "There's no way Gina would do that. When we were smooshing booties, she suggested we try poppers, but then she chickened out because she thought they'd 'ruin her exquisite mind'. What else could it be?"

The latina woman took a moment to recover from the unnecessarily personal anecdote Charles had given before taking a subtle deep breath and continuing. "Well," she sighed, putting her pen down slightly and leaning back in her chair to kick her boots up onto the desk, "that leads me to my final and perhaps most believable lead. Gina went home with Nikola Salt."

Surprised, Boyle gasped a little too loud which caused Gina to glance in their direction, but a sharp jab of Rosa's elbow to his ribcage soon quietened the man down again. Once Gina's attention was quite clearly drawn back to her phone, Rosa went to continue, but was silenced once more by a voice suddenly sounding from the other side of her.

"Have you cracked the Gina case?" Amy whispered, crouched besides Rosa's chair. The biker rolled her eyes and looked between Amy and Charles' eager faces with disbelief before continuing.

"I think Gina boning Linda's friend Nikola is the most plausible theory. It explains almost everything. Have you ever seen Gina wear a simple, grey hoodie before? No, because she hates plain grey clothes, which is why she hates almost everything you wear, Amy."

Santiago frowned a little at Rosa's jab, glancing down at the ground, resembling a scolded puppy. Rosa flashed a quick wide smile at this before carrying on with her pitch.

"Gina doesn't own a grey hoodie, that's Nikola's. I think she slept there last night so didn't have an outfit for work this morning. And she's wearing the same jeans that she wore out last night." Amy and Charles both nodded along in agreement. It was definitely uncharacteristic of Gina to wear something unclean and untasteful. "Secondly, it explains why she's not herself today. When I tried to ask her what she got up to last night she got real defensive with me. It's because she's ashamed. Probably not ashamed that she slept with a woman, but ashamed that she cheated on Milton. Sorry, Boyle."

"Oh, cousin Milton will be heartbroken!" Charles interrupted, only to meet glares from both Rosa and Amy this time.

"Lastly, it explains why she's been on her phone all day. She's either confessed to Milton and they're arguing about it, or she's still talking to Nikola about what happened last night. I just don't know how we confront her about this."

At this point, Rosa hoped for advice from her friends, but sadly Amy and Charles looked as clueless as her. The dark-haired woman groaned with frustration and leaned back in her chair. Her colleagues side-eyed her cautiously before she barked, "Get back to work, you two! And get back to me if you think of anything!".

Meanwhile, Gina felt awful. Her stomach was unsettled from the sheer amount of alcohol she'd consumed the night before and the bright light of the precinct made her head throb. This wasn't the first time she had came into work hungover, but she could usually battle through the feeling of death itself that came after too much drinking. The issue today was her own racing thoughts, which made every conscious second unbearable. In that moment, Gina wanted nothing more than to crawl into her bed, wrap herself up in her unicorn blankets and sleep all her troubles away. Realistically, however, she knew all of her problems wouldn't magically resolve if she fell asleep. Even though she'd made sure to keep herself to herself today, she also knew that the only way to tackle her situation was to ask for advice.

Gina Linetti hated asking for advice. It made her seem like she actually had emotions which was a reputation she wasn't ready to have. Nonetheless, the temptation to open up about what really happened to her last night was growing too strong to resist. It was obvious that her colleagues were concerned about her - Charles wasn't too good at hiding his feelings and she'd felt the piercing stare of Rosa on her all morning.

Rosa. Deep down, Gina felt the urge to talk to Rosa about this. Out of everyone in the precinct, she had the most experience with the issues Gina was going through. Sure, she could always talk to Jake about this, but he wouldn't really understand her struggle from a personal perspective.

Eventually, after a long moment of internal pep-talking, Gina got to her feet. She made her way across the bullpen to Rosa's desk and placed her hands down, leaning over it to address the detective. Rosa seemed startled to suddenly have the hungover woman lurking over her, but leaned forward with intrigue. The assistant wasn't entirely sure what to say to begin this conversation, so internally panicked for a moment before blurting out:

"Meet me in Babylon in five minutes!"

With that, Gina had hurried out of the bullpen. Rosa blinked. She most definitely hadn't expected Gina to be the one to begin talking to her about whatever issues she had going on today, but it did make the detective's work a lot easier. Without hesitation, Rosa got to her feet and began to head to the secret bathroom. Charles and Amy were both staring at her with surprise, but she left the room without telling them what was going on. If Gina wanted to talk to her in private, she decided to at least give her that right to secrecy.

Despite her confusion, Rosa remained moderately calm as she made her way through the 99th Precinct to Babylon. She pushed at the moveable wall of file boxes and stepped inside of the secret bathroom when she arrived, finding Gina leaned anxiously against the sink with her arms folded. Sensing the seriousness of whatever Gina was about to confess to, Rosa pulled the file boxes back into the doorway to give them some privacy and frowned at her friend, stepping closer.

"What's up? I don't think I've ever seen you this down…" Rosa confessed. Surprising to Gina, there was a hint of concern in Rosa's usually wooden tone. This caused her to look up from the ground and lock eyes with the latina, letting out a shaky sigh. The silence between them that followed was heavy, and Rosa raised a scarred eyebrow with anticipation. Eventually, Gina let out a frustrated groan and blurted out what was on her mind:

"I slept with a woman last night!"

Even though she had already presumed so, it was still shocking to Rosa to hear the confession come from Gina's lips. Throughout the years, she had figured that Gina was rather fluid in her sexuality and that she had little care for who she was attracted to, but she had an overwhelming sense of pride to finally know she was right. All of this time, she was convinced that she was the only queer woman in the precinct, so it was oddly comforting to know somebody else truly understood her.

"Why are you smirking?" Gina suddenly exclaimed, clearly annoyed that she hadn't gauged a response from Rosa yet. Rosa, on the other hand, was oblivious to the fact her lips had tightened into a grin. Mildly embarrassed, she relaxed her face again and rapidly tried to formulate a socially acceptable response.

"What about Milton?" Rosa finally asked, ignoring the prior question. Of course, she had already figured out what had happened, but she presumed that it wouldn't be of any comfort to Gina to know that she and her fellow detectives had been trying to solve the mystery of Gina's foul mood today. So, Rosa played dumb.

The assistant let out another huff and ran her fingers nervously through her hair, clearly distressed. "I told him this morning. I couldn't lie to him, I'm no cheat. But he didn't take the news well and he's told me he's finished with me" Gina confessed wistfully.

Rosa frowned. She hesitantly reached out to place her hand on Gina's bicep, giving a gentle but reassuring squeeze. "If it's any consolation, you always deserved better than a Boyle anyway" she admitted. Deep human emotion was difficult for Rosa, so she hoped her words could somehow help.

Thankfully, Gina smiled a little at that. It was the first time Rosa had seen Gina do so all day and it caused a small smile to twitch at the corners of her lips too. When their eyes met, a small laugh escaped Gina. Somewhat infectiously, Rosa's smile only grew wider.

"This situation is so crazy!" Gina chuckled. Even though she was laughing, Rosa could hear her friend's voice wavering, as though she was on the verge of tears. On the other hand, she could almost see the relief melt off of the brunette's shoulders now she had confessed to her activities last night, and it was comforting to witness. The latina chuckled along with her colleague and shrugged a shoulder dismissively.

"I get it. I remember the first time I slept with a girl too… It definitely left me confused for quite some time. But you'll be okay, Linetti. And hey, I'm actually quite proud of you for telling me."

"Look at you, you big softie" Gina teased back, but deep down she felt solace build inside of her from Rosa's words. Unable to resist, the shorter woman stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the detective's shoulders, pulling her into a close hug. Gina knew that the other woman wasn't a fan of unnecessary human contact, but decided to take a chance on Rosa in her time of need. Surprisingly, Rosa eventually reciprocated and laced her arms around Gina's waist, giving her a brief squeeze of affection before stepping back and clearing her throat somewhat awkwardly.

"I better get back to work…" Rosa began, slipping her thumbs into the belt of her jeans and glancing at her toes, "but if you need anyone to talk to, you know where I am."

With that, Rosa turned on her heels and pushed the file cabinet aside, slipping out of Babylon. As she walked down the corridor back to the bullpen, she heard Gina's voice call down the corridor after her.

"Thank you, Rosa."

It was rare to hear Gina Linetti thank somebody sincerely, so Rosa couldn't suppress the grin that spread over her features as she walked away from their secret bathroom. She still couldn't quite believe that the colleague she'd known closely for years had finally had a gay experience and it caused her to feel an odd mixture of emotions. Was this pride? Was it smugness? Rosa wasn't quite sure why she was so happy about the conversation she'd just had with Gina, but she considered it best to simply push it to the back of her mind for the rest of the working day and get on with the last of her paperwork.

She didn't tell Charles or Amy what had happened in Babylon, despite the multiple attempts from the detectives to get Rosa to talk. The latina only considered it fair: she had no right to tell people that Gina had slept with a woman, similar to how nobody had the right to make Rosa come out in all of her years working for the Nine-Nine. The confusion consumed Charles and Amy, who had also noticed that Gina was considerably more chipper after her private conversation with Rosa. Nonetheless, at the end of the day Rosa tidied her desk and grabbed her motorcycle helmet without a word, leaving for the night with the new information about Gina stored favourably in mind.

She hoped Gina wouldn't struggle with her situation too much tonight, but for now, Rosa had a nice night planned ahead of her.