So, Oliver Shaw is my favourite character on the show and I thought that he has been dealing with a lot of crappy personal stuff lately. I'm not sure what is to come in season 4 with his marriage but I thought that I'd play around with the idea of what would happen if him and Zoe did in fact split up. He is such a great, caring guy and I thought he deserved a bit of love.

Hope you enjoy. I'm not sure if I'll continue with this story. I think I'll wait to see what you all think.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Rookie Blue, just my OC.

Something didn't feel right. She held onto her elbows too tightly and looked nervous. Scared. Panicked even. Nothing specific stood out about the scene, except for the way the girl carried herself.

Emily felt like she was over reacting, but knew that it would eat away at her if something was in fact wrong, and she didn't do anything about it. She grabbed the cordless phone from her living room and dialed the police, knowing that 911 was too drastic for what she was seeing. She made her way back into her office and peaked through the curtains, carefully watching those below her window. She waited for the other end to pick up. Five rings had gone by, and Emily considered hanging up, thinking that this was probably a stupid idea after all.

"Toronto Police Service, Division 15. Officer Wendel speaking. How can I help you?" a woman's voice asked on the other end.

Emily paused for a moment, unsure of how to explain the reason for her calling. Normally, if she was making an important call she briefly rehearsed what she was going to say so she didn't end up stuttering or sounding like a complete fool. But this time she didn't think, she just reacted.

"Hello?" she heard Officer Wendel asking.

"Yes, hi. Um, I'm not exactly sure if there is actually something going on in front of my apartment, but something doesn't feel right," Emily paused for a second, knowing full well how pointless this call must sound to Wendel on the other end.

"Okay," Wendel said, sounding impatient.

Emily shook her head and tried to continue the best she could. "There is a blue SUV parked outside with two men and a young women standing outside of it. The young woman looks really scared and the men are acting agitated," she pulled the curtain closed a little when she noticed one of the men looking up at the apartment building. "It could very well be nothing, but I wanted to call just in case something really was going on," Emily finished, hoping that she got her point across.

"Okay, where are you located right now?" Wendel asked, with clicking sounds coming through the phone.

"I'm standing in my office looking out the window," Emily answered, then closed her eyes, and immediately felt completely stupid. She wants to know my address, idiot, she yelled at herself.

"I meant your address, miss," Wendel clarified, sounding annoyed.

"3639 Temple Drive, apartment 3C" Emily answered, feeling herself growing warm with embarrassment.

"And you said they are near a vehicle? Can you see the vehicles license plate?" she asked.

"No, sorry, it's parked directly in front of my window so I can't see the plate from where I'm standing," Emily explained.

She heard clicking on a keyboard and muffled conversations in the background while she waited for any kind of response. Outside, Emily saw one of the men pointing towards the back seat, yelling at the young girl. She couldn't make out what he said but saw the girl tuck her head into her chest and lift her shoulders before getting into the backseat of the SUV. The two men then followed, one in the back, the other into the driver's seat.

"Oh, they just got into the vehicle," she announced and saw the SUV pull away. Emily tried to get the license number but it was too dark and blocked by a tree.

"Okay, I'm going to send someone to come by and take a look and they'll come and take your statement," Wendel explained. "What's your name?"

"Emily Weaver," she answered, still looking down the road through the curtain, hoping to see the vehicle so she could see the license plate.

"Alright, it might be a while since it's Friday night, but they will be there within an hour or so," Wendel said.

"Thank you," Emily said, feeling a little more at ease, then hung up and looked around her office, trying to figure out what to do until the police showed up.

Oliver Shaw and Sam Swarek were processing a man that they had just picked up for causing a disturbance outside of a bar. The man had vomited all over himself and was urinating in front of a group of people when they arrived to check out the complaint. He reeked of urine and vomit and Oliver just wanted to be done with him for the night.

"Guys, I got a weird call from a woman saying she thinks she saw something strange outside her apartment. You mind checking it out?" Wendel asked, as they were about to walk into the break room.

"Sure, what's the address?" Sam asked, looking tired.

"3639 Temple Drive, apartment 3C. Names, uh, Emily Weaver," Wendel read from a slip of paper before handing it to him.

"Might as well, that's not too far from here," Sam said, looking over at Oliver.

Oliver grumbled and dropped his shoulders. "No, no, no, Sammie, we're almost done for the night," he said, hoping that Sam would agree to just finish up their paperwork and head home. Sam gave Oliver a smirk and a cocked eyebrow. "Fine," Oliver gave in, knowing that Sam wasn't going to agree with wasting the last of their shift.

"So, what do you think it's about?" Oliver asked Sam, while getting into their car.

"Who knows," Sam answered. "She probably saw a homeless guy digging through something," he guessed.

Oliver scoffed and started to drive towards the address that Wendel gave them, familiar with the area because it was only a few blocks from his own place. It was getting close to the end of their shift and he just wanted it to be over. He wanted to get back to 15 then maybe head over to the Penny for a drink before going home to his empty apartment. Oliver had been going through a rough patch with Zoe over the last year, but just last month she finally told him that she wanted a divorce. Oliver pleaded with her to give him another chance but she wouldn't hear him out. She insisted that it was no longer a matter of spending more time with her and the girls at home. They had grown apart and there wasn't a marriage left to save anymore. Luckily, Zoe wasn't being completely unreasonable and she agreed to let Oliver spend several nights a week with his girls. She knew that he was a great dad and that they still needed him around. He was very grateful for that.

A buzzing sound woke Emily up, making her feel completely disoriented. Why am I on the couch? she asked herself, then remembered that she called the police. As quickly as her body would let her, she stood up and made her way to her front door, pressing the intercom.

"Hello?" she asked with a catch in her voice, then released the button.

"Officers Shaw and Swarek, 15 Division. We're here about a complaint you called in," the voice on the other end explained.

Emily looked at the clock on her microwave and saw that it was 3:47 am. Yeah, an hour or so, she thought.

"Okay," she simply answered, then pressed the button to let them in.

A few moments later, Emily jumped when she heard a firm knocking, then walked to the door. She looked through the peep hole and saw two police officers standing in the hallway. The one standing in front was looking downward, showing a thinning hairline, and the one standing in back was slightly taller and was quite attractive. She stepped back from the door and undid the deadbolt and chain, then opened the door. When she pulled open the door, the officer in front of her looked up and smiled.

"Good evening, Miss," Oliver began, "My name is Officer Shaw, this is Officer Swarek. We're here about a call you made earlier this evening," he went on to explain. He looked at Emily and saw that she wasn't wearing any makeup, which was understandable seeing as how it was the middle of the night. She had her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore blue checkered pajama pants and a black t-shirt, making her look younger than he assumed she was.

"Yes, come in," Emily offered, with a quick shake of her head, then stepped back beside the door to let the officers enter her apartment. They were both taller than her, and intimidating with their bulky equipment and confident statures. She could hear static and broken voices coming through on their radios and the jangle of the equipment on their belts.

"So what did you see that made you feel the need to call?" Swarek asked, looking at Emily.

"Well, it's probably nothing, but I woke up and needed a drink of water. That was around 12:30, and when I was on my way back to my room I passed by my office door and heard faint voices outside," Emily paused, trying to visualize what she saw and heard. "One of the voices sounded angry and it made me curious, so I went to take a look. When I looked outside I saw a blue SUV parked in front of the building and there were three people outside of it, standing in the street. Two men and a younger woman. The young woman caught my attention," she stopped and remembered how the girl looked. "She didn't look comfortable with those men. She was clutching her arms close to her body and looked worried. And the men seemed agitated," Emily shared, as Oliver took notes. When he finished he looked up at her. Emily then noticed how nice his green eyes were. They were very kind and inviting. She gave him a small, involuntary smile, then caught herself.

"Did you see the license plate at all?" he asked, wondering why she had just smiled at him.

"No, I couldn't get a look at it. When they got in the SUV and drove away, the tree outside of the apartment blocked my view of the street," Emily explained, while Oliver nodded and continued to take notes.

"Did you get a good look at any of them?" Sam asked.

Emily took a deep breath and tried to remember what she had seen.

"The girl was in her mid-teens, I'd say. Dark, wavy hair, down past her shoulders. She was wearing a bright pink top. One of the guys wore a white jacket and a white baseball cap. He had one of those chin strap beards," she described, drawing her finger across her jawline. "The other had a shaved head and wore a dark coloured t-shirt. And he had a tattoo on his neck." Emily gave the best description that she could. It was dark outside and they were far enough away that she couldn't really see too many details.

"Okay, that's good," Oliver said, looking genuinely impressed. He appreciated the details that she remembered.

"I know that it was probably nothing, but it just didn't seem right," Emily went on with a uneasy look on her face. "At first, I thought it was just a young couple having an argument but the girl looked scared," she stopped and looked down, shaking her head. "I don't know, I just couldn't ignore it."

Oliver watched Emily trying to rationalize why she called them. Her arms were defensively crossed in front of her and she wasn't looking up at them at all. He realized that she probably thought they didn't believed her. Oliver was actually impressed that she had called it in. Having three young daughters himself, he would want someone to call the police if they thought that any one of his girls was in trouble.

"No, no it's a good thing you called," he assured quietly, taking a step closer to her. "Better safe than sorry, right?" he asked, and she looked up at him with a smile.

"Right," Emily agreed, lowering her arms.

Oliver then asked Emily for her phone number in case they needed to get hold of her about the incident and assured her that it probably was just an argument between a young couple. He then closed his notebook and pulled out a business card from his vest.

"Okay, well I think that's all we need for now," Oliver said, handing Emily the business card. "We'll contact you if we have any more questions, but here is my card in case you think of anything else that you saw."

Emily looked at the card and lowered it after she skimmed the information. She looked up and saw Swarek giving her a smirk and thought that they must think she was an idiot for calling them.

"Okay, I will," she answered.

Oliver turned and nudged Sam in the arm to lead the way. When they got to the door, Oliver turned around and smiled at Emily.

"Good night," he said, nodding his head, then turned left down the hallway.

Emily closed the door after them and locked it. She looked over at the clock and saw that it was 4:30 in the morning. She sighed heavily and looked around, pursing her lips. Maybe I should just stay up and do a workout video or something, she considered.

"Who am I kidding?" she asked herself out loud, then turned off the lights in her apartment and went to her bedroom. She crawled into bed and groaned when she realized that if she was lucky she would only get about four hours of sleep before she had to get up for her game. Emily closed her eyes and started to relax when she randomly pictured Oliver's eyes when he looked up at her. Her eyes shot open and she looked around in the dark, wondering why she had pictured him.

Oliver and Sam got into their car and started down the street.

"Thought you didn't want to come to this call. Why'd you do all the talking?" Sam asked accusingly, adjusting his seat belt.

"No idea what you're talking about," Oliver answered innocently.

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