Gail is getting married and Holly has done her best but- she can't keep quiet. Not now. Not anymore.

Gail gets a little dapper for a case. Holly gets a little gone.

Gail's a chef. Holly's on a blind date. It's funny how things work out.

Nerdy Holly, famous Gail, and a club.

"You've been detective in training for all of twenty minutes (okay, two months but it might as well be) when it happens. You feel the bullet lodge itself into your sternum and stick." My season. 7. G/H.

"You're waving at your stupid friend in the building over when you notice someone waving to you from the adjacent window. And that's how you see her for the first time. The woman who you dub as the "hot window girl", whose skin is pale and whose hair is so blonde and tumbles down her shoulders."" Gail and Holly "Friends" vingette series.

Gail owns a bar and has a lot of tattoos. Holly is a patron who happens to like both of those qualities in a lady. A/U

"Your feet stumble. Your breath catches in your closing throat. You buckle in the hallway, bracing yourself on the banister overlooking the living room. You swallow lungfuls of air in between your hitched and heavy sobs. You don't know what is more palpable- the grief of her experience or the relief of her return." Gail/ Holly post season 7. Rated M for a reason.

"Avoidance had been easy, your mother finally swept up in the praise and accolades that awaited her and you'd sat down on a stool at the far corner of the bar drinking and definitely not staring at the girl- the woman- you'd always been enamored by. Head over fucking heels in love with, really. No, you weren't staring. Not at all."

The flowers are beautiful, you think, your nose going to automatically sniff at them, your eyes falling shut at the sharp but sweet smell. A moment as you revel in the scent before you open them, a smile of surprise fixed on your lips, your nimble fingers plucking the large card up that is perched on a plastic stand buried in the soil beside the plant.

She was all gangly legs yet to sprout to their full, beautiful potential; dark long, frazzled hair pulled up into a messy bun and knotted at the base of her skull. You remember the gleam of her eyes behind the thick shine of her black rimmed glasses, the stupid red lunchbox that (as you later learned) always, always encased an apple and an ecto cooler juice box. High school AU.

Gail get's punched in the face trying to help Holly out. Holly is... appreciative. M.

Holly's getting married. So, you're getting wrecked.

"She did her share of breaking, of swinging and striking where it was good and painful but you'd dealt the final blow. San Francisco, a world, a country away." My Season 6.

Holly and Gail are left alone in a kitchen. And a bathroom. And maybe the living room. This is how they pass the time. Holly/ Gail. SMUT.

Toxic ooze. Surviving almost a dozen bullet wounds to the chest and waking up with bones of steel. This kind of stuff doesn't happen in real life, does it? Gail Peck always loved comic books... but she never imagined that she would be the hero. Serve and Protect. That's her job, isn't it?

Gail is the one who turns to booze in moments of personal crisis. Not Holly. Never Holly.

One shot based on the Season 5 promo. Gail/ Holly and how the kiss might come to be.