AN: And we're back with a sequel!

Prologue

Andrew was returning home from his very humdrum day at work. He had just finished an experiment about hydrogen and its flammability and combustion levels. He was hoping that his girlfriend Alyssa would help him report his findings, over the years Andrew had discovered that although he could talk about his experiments for hours on end he was terrible at reporting them.

Upon entering his apartment Andrew became quickly aware of the fact that Alyssa wasn't there.

"Alyssa!" he called, but there was no answer. "Alyssa?" he asked just to make sure, when yet again he was met with silence he gave up.

Andrew made his way through the living room, which was crowded with chemistry equipment, and into his kitchen. He made his way over to the fruit bowl and grabbed a dark red apple, carefully avoiding the green apples. He had always found them to be too sour.

Flopping down on his 'oh-too-comfortable-couch' he picked up his phone and dialed Alyssa.

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Andrew walked into the police station and hobbled up to Emma's desk. He sat down and plopped his head on the table with a big sigh. Emma pretended not to notice him. He looked slightly up at her, then back down again.

"Sigh..." He said. Emma continued to write in her files, not looking up. Andrew frowned.

"I said SIGH!" He snapped. Emma laughed.

"Okay, okay, don't get snappy!" She put her file away. "Why are you sighing?" She put extra emphasis on the 'sighing'.

"Alyssa's going on a date tonight." Andrew said. Emma looked puzzled.

"That's...great? Where are you guys going?" Emma asked hesitantly.

"I'm not joining her."

"Oh."

"Yeah..."

"Err..."

"Gee, you're helpful..."

"Well, I don't know how to deal with broken relationships," Emma protested.

"Sure..." Emma glared at him.

"My relationship is very happy, thank you very much!" Emma snapped. "I've been with my boyfriend for 4 years!"

"And yet, you're still not engaged? I think you should look into that." Andrew said. Emma fixed him with a glare.

"Hey! I have trust issues!" She cried. Andrew shook his head.

"Wait a sec, we're not talking about you here," He pointed to her. "We're talking about me!" He pointed to himself.

"Fine! Uh... Alyssa.. you..." She was thinking of something to say. "Um... I think you'll get back together!" Emma said. Andrew stared at her.

"What?"

"Well, soulmates always find their way back to each other!" Andrew blinked.

"And exactly how is Alyssa my soulmate? How do you even find a soulmate."

"I don't exactly know Alyssa's your soulmate, but you can easily find your soulmate!" Andrew raised his eyebrow. "Come on! Everyone knows pixie dust will find your soulmate."

"..."

"What? Pixie dust never lies."

"I think Cath spiked your coffee." Andrew recently adopted the nickname for Catherine which very successfully made the Detective Inspector hate him even more. Catherine walked over at that moment.

"Hey! Soulmates always work out! Even if a curse holds you captive for 28 years!" Emma said.

"See! This is just proof that you read too much television and don't watch enough books!" Andrew said. Emma stared at him and exchanged glances with Catherine.

"Errr... When's the last time you slept?" Andrew scowled.

"Shut up."

"I'm going to regret this... but what happened?" Catherine asked.

"Alyssa's now officially my ex-girlfriend." Andrew responded.

"You just need to get out there again! Find another girlfriend!" Emma said encouragingly. Andrew pouted and stuck his lip out.

"I want a cookie not a girlfriend!" He declared. Andrew wouldn't stop frowning so she looked around her desk and found a bag of cookies somewhere in her desk. She opened the bag and pulled out a cookie.

"Here." She said and dropped the cookie in front of Andrew. His eyes lit up and he shoved the cookie in his mouth.

"Fanks!" He said with his mouth full. Catherine stared at him.

"He's kinda like a dog." She stated. Andrew looked flabbergasted. He opened his mouth to retort, but accidentally inhaled and proceeded to choke while Emma and Catherine did nothing. They calmly waited for his choking to ceasing providing no help what-so-ever. Andrew finally spit the cookie out.

"Pft! Baahh! The cookie tried to kill me!" He cried. Emma smiled.

"Fine, I won't give you anymore cookies." Andrew looked utterly devastated.

"Well, he did just break up with his girlfriend..." Catherine said, humoring him.

"Which he expressed he did not care about." Emma reminded her.

"No!" Andrew said. "I said cookies take priority."

"So cookies over girlfriends?"

"YES! Cookies. Trump. Girlfriends." Andrew huffed and snatched the cookies from Emma, storming out of the police department.