Just a one shot that I wrote before the season finale. Obviously this is how I wished happened in the season finale. Unfortunately, it didn't. I wanted to give justice for Andy's character. But then again, I hadn't watched the season finale. I didn't see Sam waiting helplessly as the love of his life slipped away. Hopefully, next season, he'll make it right. This is about Nick justifying his role as a break up buddy and only that. Nothing more :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue. Neither am I associated with it in anyway. Just an ordinary fan :)

My Break-up Buddy

Chapter 1: One Last Call

There she is. Drinking her innocent self drunk. I never pegged Andy as someone like that. Someone who would tell me that they were over their ex then cry their eyes out at home and then came to work the next morning like nothing ever happened. If there was one thing Andy McNally was, she was grace under pressure. Whatever happened to her in her personal life didn't matter because on the job she was still the same person. The same Andy McNally that loved her job, and the same McNally that is always leaving a footprint wherever she went. I don't see Andy as a break up buddy or even a good friend. She is special. It's not because I'm a guy and she's a girl and we happen to have electrifying chemistry. No, it was nothing like that. She was special. Like a combat buddy that I'd happily lay my life down for in a war zone because I know she'd do the same for me.

I know that the past month and a half wasn't too nice on her. She was holding on for sure. For herself and her best friend.

"You know when I knew?"

"What?"

"When he was going to leave me."

I think to myself as she said this to me. I really should have pushed hard enough to give herself one last cry. If she did, she wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be trying to convince myself that she was going to be okay.

"I knew from the moment he told me that he couldn't be a cop and be with me. It's like I was a disease to him. Heck, it felt like our relationship was a bloody cancer draining out every drop of him."

I just kept quiet. The whole time I was there I just sat there and listened. Listened to her talking about her almost one year relationship with Swarek.

"You wanna know what hurt the most?"

I knew what she was going to say because everyday she tried to hide this face from herself and everyone else. She takes one big swig of her beer, gulps it down and gets another one from the bartender. He opens the cap and she takes one last drink before putting it down.

"He never once told me he loved me. Not once. But today, out of the month and a half that we were broken up, he decides to tell me. When I probably would have lost my life today, that's when he decides to tell me. I mean because that's best time right? Life and death situation right?"

I see the look on her face as she says this to me. Her face is red and swollen. Swollen on the right side because she got hit by someone today. John Grey it seems. I decide to thrown in a little buddy remark to make her feel better.

"Well, better late then never right?"

Instantly, I wish I never said that. She gave me a small before she spoke again.

"I wish... I wish.. I was a better girlfriend. I wanted to be that ideal girlfriend. When all I was doing was just suffocating him. I wanted him to come to me you know? I wish I knew what I did wrong. I almost married a guy that slept with his ex and I got dumped by a guy I wanted for a long time. Look at me. I'm that crazy girl. That crazy girlfriend everyone hates."

I recollect todays events in my head. She was partnered with Dov. It started out like a normal day. That was until John Grey. John Grey was a guy that she and Sam caught a few months ago. Unfortunately, he got away and Andy paid the price for that. She took the burden onto herself. She found him and she should have fought harder to get him before he got away. But instead, he got away. Punched her in the face and took off with he gun and phone leaving her helpless. They caught the guy eventually but he had left a girl in a storage room with a grenade. Andy voluntarily took hold of the bomb from the terrified girl. In the heat of the moment, Sam confessed. I think that's what terrified him the most. The possibility of losing Andy. I wouldn't say I agree with it or even disagree with it, but hey, better late than never right?

"Andy, you need to go home. It's getting late."

"I busted his cover you know. My first day, I busted a major operation that took almost like what 8 months? I could have sworn right then that he hated me. The next day I went in to work, I told I didn't date cops. So there I was dating homicide detective, Luke Callagahan. And he cheats on me, the first change he gets."

"Andy, you're drunk. Come on, we'll talk about this tomorrow."

"What are you 12 or something? If you have a bedtime you need to follow you can leave. No one's forcing you to stay."

She told me about her mom once. Told me how she left. Told how she broke her heart. Fifteen years she waited for her. She never forgave her mom for that. Then one day she meets her. Turns out she's a social worker. She fixes people's lives. How ironic right? She tells people to pull through. To stick up with their other half when things got tough. Its funny how she didn't stick up for her marriage. After some time, she let her mom into her life. Claire even got her a book to help her move on from her break up. I remember doing a mantra with her. I was really sure she'd forgotten about Swarek. I guess I wasn't that good of a break up buddy.

"Nick, if you wanna go, just go. Stop sitting here feeling sorry for me."

"No. I'll stay."

She looked at me and continued to take in the beer. She told the bartender to give her another one. He opened it and passed it to her. She took it and gave it to me.

"Figured you'd need this cause I got a lot of things I wanna get out of my system."

"Thanks."

We sat there in silence occasionally glancing at each other.

"So what happened next?"

"Well, I dumped detective Luke Callaghan and moved on. Except when I finally told Sam how I felt, he left. Without a word. When I thought I'd never get a chance to tell him how I felt, he shows up again. I propositioned him. That's what they call it right? Proposition. So we went back to his apartment. We both lost our jobs. But then, we still tried again. Tried being normal, together."

"Then?"

"Then, here we are. Alone and I've just had the worst shift ever."

I could sense she felt defeated. She kept her arms folded on the bar and let her head fall. I know she was crying because I could ear it. She wasn't crying uncontrollably, but she was crying. She just let it all out. She was strong that way. She didn't allow her emotions get the best of her. I took out my phone form the pocket.

"Excuse me while I make a call."

She didn't lift her head. Instead, she just waved her arm in the air in approval.

I moved far enough for her not to hear. I know what I was doing was wrong but, she needed it. She needed the closure.

"Hey, Sam."

"Collins, what's going on?"

"It's Andy. She's at the-"

"Be there in 10."

I kept the phone and move to seat. She lifted her head and spoke.

"Is Gail mad? You can go. I'll probably have to leave anyway."

"No, she's not. I thought I left something. Just wanted to make sure."

"Oh, I see. Well, thanks anyway. For this."

"No problem, buddy."

She returned to her position with her head on the bar and arms folded. I hope I did the right thing, calling Sam. I know she wouldn't approve it but if there was one thing I knew about Andy was that she was stubborn and persistent. She needed this. Closure. I know deep down she still cares for him and I know he does too. I was that guy before. I wish someone did that for me. I wish someone told me what I had before I lost it. I wish I'd never left things the way I did with Gail. If there was one thing I regret in my life, that would be it. I can only imagine what Gail must have gone through.

Just like he promised, 10 minutes and he was standing at the front of the bar. I quietly get my coat and walk towards him.

"Hey. Thanks for calling me."

"No problem. She's had about 5 drinks now. She just really wants company."

"Yeah okay. Thanks. I'd probably giver her some time before I take her home."

"I'll see you tomorrow."

Sam walks past me and I stop him before he goes far from me.

"She loves you. She really does. I don't think she ever wants to forget about you."

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