(Sorry this chapter swears a bit.)

Monday morning. Going into work today felt wrong. Gina didn't want to do it, really didn't want to do it. She had to though. Gina ruined her life and lost everything she cared about to stay working at the 99 so she wasn't going to bail now.

"Morning Gina," Jake greeted her as she strolled into the briefing room. She was over an hour late but she found it hard to physically get out of bed.

"mm," Gina made a noise in response, taking a seat next to Charles who not a second later slid his chair to the side like she had some sort of disease. Gina frowned at him and took out her phone.

"Anyone know where Diaz is? She's never normally late," Jake asked looking around the room. Everyone shook their heads.

"Wait she didn't tell you guys?" Gina asked shocked.

"Tell us what?" Charles asked, now suddenly interested in what she had to say. before Gina could answer, the briefing room doors opened; Holt and Terry walked in looking extremely serious. "Why do you guys look so sad and serious? OMG ROSA IS DEAD?!" Charles screamed and everyone started to panic.

"Squad calm down!" Holt boomed over the noise. "Detective Diaz is not dead," everyone sighed in relief. "However she will not be returning to the 99."

"WHATT?!?!" Amy sat forward.

"As most of you will know, detective Diaz recently went through some bad personal issues with one of our squad members."

"GINA!" Charles blurted out. Gina shot him an angry glare.

"Yes thank you Charles. Anyway, Rosa came to me two weeks ago requesting help and we both settled on the fact, transferring would be the best thing for her. Rosa is still working as an NYPD, just sadly no longer with us," Terry was stood by Holt's side, he looked heartbroken.

"Where has she gone?" Amy asked, her voice about to crack any minute. "And why didn't she say goodbye?"

"The 64 and she hates goodbyes, always has," Gina piped up. Everyone looked at her like she had no right to know anything about the god damn woman.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!!" Charles stood up and shouted at Gina.

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT BOYLE, I SPENT HALF OF FRIDAY NIGHT CRYING ON A FENCE IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE WITH HER AND SPENT THE OTHER HALF OF THE NIGHT ON THE BATHRROM FLOOR! DON'T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW!" Gina threw her chair back, tears pouring down her cheeks. She stormed out of the briefing room. Jake got up and chased after her.

"Gina wait!" He called running down the hall way. She was off to the ladies room.

"Go away Jake!" She wacked the air telling him to shoo.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Gina stopped walking and turned around.

"Scream and lie in front of anyone,"

"You think I was lying?" Gina laughed angrily. "Everything I said in there was true. The longest I went without crying on Friday night was 5 minutes and that's because it physically hurt to. I couldn't breathe Peralta. And I screamed because you made me agree to something that has taken every little bit of happiness out of me. Two days ago I stood on the side of a random road and hugged her for the last time, spoke to her for the last time, said goodbye forever. SHE BLOCKED MY NUMBER FOR GODS SAKE!! Your little plan broke her heart but also mine IM SO SICK OF EVERYONE THINKING THIS DIDN'T EFFECT ME IN ANYWAY! BECAUSE IT DID, IT REALLY DID! IM SO SICK OF IT!" Jake's mouth hung open and Gina soon realised that the squad and uniformed officers were crowed at the end of the corridor, listening. Amy was crying, Terry was crying, Charles was crying and Holt... well the captain was frowning. Gina looked at them all and sobbed into her hand.

"Gina.." Charles stepped forward.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed, the tears streaming down her face. She stared at the crowd for a minute before running off into the bathroom. Gina hated being vulnerable in front of others but sometimes she just couldn't help it.

Gina was sat scrolling through her phone silently, when someone approached her. It was a woman A small, brown haired woman with an unfamiliar face.

"Hi Detective, do you happen to know where the locker room is?" She asked, clearing misjudging Gina here.

"One, I'm not a detective. Two, I do know. And three, why?" Gina looked up.

"Oh sorry about that... wait. Gina Linetti?" Jocelyn's expression dropped to... fear honestly.

"That is I, who may you be?" Gina smiled setting her phone down.

"Urm is there anyone else I could talk to?" She asked looing around.

"Is there a problem? I'm sorry who are you?" Gina asked very confused.

"My name is Jocelyn."

"Price?"

"Yes," Gina's heart sank.

"Down the hall to the left," Gina side pointing at one of the corridors.

"Urm uhh thank you. Nice to finally meet you Gina," Jocelyn said awkwardly and walked off to get a jacket Rosa had left behind.

Gina sighed to herself and sat back in her chair. Jocelyn was nice, so was lucky. She still wasn't happy.

*Why aren't you happy?*