Hello again! As always, you can catch the backstory to this one in my last fic, 'Life Raft'. In case you're not feeling it, Dov shot a man and started drinking to cope, and Andy's maaad! Strong language, be advised!
This one is just an intro, the next one will be longer. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing Rookie Blue related.

"Get up. Right now." She ripped the covers off of his body. "Now." Her voice was commanding, and anyone else would have been terrified.

"No. I will tomorrow." Dov's voice was practically inaudible.

"You do not get to do this to me. Get up." She stood next to him, arms crossed. When he didn't move, she grabbed his uncovered leg and pulled him off the bed.

"Fuck, Andy!" He held his throbbing head.

"Get. Up." Anger boiled in her voice.

"I am." He didn't move from the floor.

"You're going to lose your job. Get up, now." She lowered her voice, but it was just as venomous.

"Why are you even here?" He spat at her.

"Because this is what friends do!" She shot back. "I am not going to sit here and watch you kill yourself." She grabbed his arm and began pulling him down the hallway. He groaned as his body was dragged along the shining laminate floors. She pulled him into the bathroom and lifted him into the bathtub, before turning on the ice cold shower.

"Holy shit!" He yelled, clambering out of the tub. "God damnit, Andy!" She shook her head and bit her lip as she did her best to keep her mouth shut. "Jesus, I'm up okay? You can go now."

"No." She shrugged as he pulled himself off of the ground and leaned over the sink, his hair dripping.

"Yes, Andy. Just go!" He slammed his hand down on the counter and she jumped. Her eyes met his, and his heart fell as he saw tears filling the murky amber storms. She turned and stomped out, slamming the door behind her.

"No." He whispered, before he turned and flung the door open, chasing after her. "Andy! I'm sorry, please. Stop!" He reached for her arm as she rushed around, gathering her things. She jerked it away and continued to shuffle about the room. "Andy!" She ignored him.

Finally, he stepped in front of the door, blocking her only exit.

"You wanted me gone, I'm going. Move." She looked at her feet.

"I don't want you to leave. You know I don't." He put his hands on her arms. "I'm sorry." Tears spilled out of the corners of her eyes and she shook her head.

"No you're not." Her lips quivered, and she pushed her hair behind her ears.

"What? Of course I am." He furrowed his brow and ran his hand up to her shoulder, but she pushed it away.

"No, you're not, Dov. You're an alcoholic." She stepped back. "You don't mean anything you say."

"Andy I'm sorry, please just come here." He held his arms open.

"No! You're my Dad, Dov. I can't put myself through this again." She pushed past him and walked out the door.

"Andy, please!" He called after her. "Please! Just talk to me."

"Why? So you can tell me that you want to get better again? It's been a month and a half Dov. There's no more leniency here. Best is almost done with you, and so am I. You're on your own." She yelled back at him.

"Please, Andy. I just want to talk." Desperation plagued his voice. "Please." Against her better judgement, she turned and walked back to the house.

"You've got five minutes." She couldn't even look at him as she passed him in the doorway again. "Then, we're finished."