Gail x Holly Prompt: Toronto Police and Forensics are hosting their annual internal Valentine's Day fundraiser. Employees can fill in a fun questionnaire which supposedly yields a list of compatible dates. This year, Gail actually decides to participate & ends up being 94% compatible with a "Holly Stewart". Having never heard of this person, & amused she was paired with a woman, Gail seeks her out, only to realize that they couldn't be more different. And that's exactly why Gail falls for her.
(I’ve decided to split this into two parts, assuming y’all want me to continue this, so here’s part one)
“Come on, Peck,” Andy implored. “It’s for a good cause. All the proceeds are going to Street Kids International.”
Gail groaned. “No,” she said for the fifteenth time. “I’ll just donate twice the amount directly to the charity myself. I don’t need to be ‘matched up’ based on some dumb questionnaire.”
“Oh, come on, Gail,” Chloe butted in, holding up her own survey with ‘Match Maker, Match Maker, Make Me a Match,’ in big, bold letters at the top. “It’s fun! And we’ll all get a laugh at who we’re matched with.”
Gail slumped down in her chair in the parade room, glaring when Chloe pulled out the seat next to her to sit. “Why are you even filling that out, anyway? You and Dov are like the nerd empire’s king and queen.”
Chloe shrugged. “Because it’s for charity and it’ll be fun to see if Dov and I are matched up.”
“Sure, until you’re matched with some other bozo and Dov gets all jealous,” Gail said, turning her attention to the front of the room as Best made his way to the front of the room.
“He wouldn’t get jealous,” she heard Chloe say to Andy. “Would he?”
Gail just smirked as Best began the morning meeting. It was the usual informational stuff, until he held up one of the questionnaires. “As you’ve probably all heard, this year’s Valentine’s Day charity drive at fifteen is a joint-effort affair between Toronto Police and Forensics. We encourage you all to fill out these questionnaires to see who your ‘perfect match’ is. You’ll be able to buy your results for fifty dollars and all the proceeds will go to charity. I ask that all of you participate.” He looked directly at Gail as he said those words. “I don’t care what you do with your results, but it’s for a good cause, people. So have fun. You can pick up a survey from Officer McNally or Officer Price. Assignments for the day are on the board; go be good cops.”
Crap. Best had pretty much said it was mandatory. Maybe she could still get out of it—
A large, dark hand slapped the table in front of her, a questionnaire between it and the table. Gail glanced up. “Fill it out, Peck.”
“Yes, sir,” she muttered, grabbing the paper.