"Missing kids are the worst." Dov fell back onto the couch with a whoompf and took the beer that Chris offered. He twisted off the cap and tossed it onto the coffee table then took a long swig.

"But when you find them, it's the best." Chris added as he crossed his ankles on the table and let his head fall back and closed his eyes.

"When. If. I'd rather not be looking for them at all."

Chris let the words hang in the room and knowing there was no response. The silence soon became heavy and stifling. Chris shifted on the couch, grabbed the remote and flicked the TV on. He switched channels until he found an ice hockey game.

"We found her, Dov. You found her."

"I know."

Dov remembered how filthy she was as she cowered under the bed. At first she would come out and shivered in a small ball against the wall. Dov reached in and tried to grab her but the bed had been bolted to the floor. Chris was trying to free it but it would budge. No matter what coaxing Dov offered the girl shied away. Chris used his baton as a fulcrum, an eventually loosened the bed from the floor, pulled it high enough so Dov could reach in. He took her arm and dragged her closer then lifted her into his arms.

She was tiny. He didn't know what he was expecting but she was small shivering and frail in his arms. She felt more like a toddler not the 7 year old they were looking for. He hurriedly carried her out to the waiting ambulance and lowered her onto the gurney but held onto her hand.

"Shhhh, its ok, you're going to be ok."

The EMTs pushed him aside and wrapped her in a blanket and pushed the bed into the back of the ambulance. And that was it. The others around him were celebrating but he didn't feel like celebrating. He could still feel her frail body shivering in his arms. Back at the precinct everyone was preparing to go to the penny but he couldn't muster up the enthusiasm. He declined all offers and went home.

Now sitting on the couch trying to watch the game Dov suddenly wished he was at the penny. The loud music and chatter would be a good distraction.

"Dov…" Chris rolled his head to look at his friend. "We got her."

Dov lifted his beer and Chris clinked his beer against it.

The penny was loud with lively music and chatter. Andy crossed the crowded room with four drinks on a tray, trying desperately not to spill any of it as she weaved her way towards the table.

"Finally!" Gail took her drink off the tray. Andy doled out the rest. Nick sat back with his drink and Tracy with hers. Andy dropped the tray back to the bar then took her seat with her own drink. They all sat in silence for a few moments the noise of the room enveloping them all.

"Maybe Chris and Dov had the right idea," Tracy said, as she sipped her wine.

"Yeah, I'm not feeling it tonight." Nick put his beer back on the table practically untouched.

"Guys, we found a little girl today. She was missing for three years, and we found her." Andy implored with them.

"Sal is dead, Black is in hospital."

"But we caught the guy, we found the girl!" Andy looked around. Every table was occupied with groups like this. Four or five officers huddled over untouched drinks, chatter was low and sombre. But it seemed like no one wanted to leave. Everyone needed to be here. To be together.

"Here, here," Nick said and they all clashed glasses and took a drink.

Across the room Oliver and Sam sat at the bar nursing untouched whiskeys.

"Helluva day." Oliver said, not for the first time.

"You can say that again."

"Helluva day."

Sam shook his head and swirled his drink around in its glass.

"I called Denise earlier. Sals wife," he added when Sam cocked his head in confusion. They both sat with that statement for a few minutes. "I'm going to call over in the morning…if you want to join I can swing by for you."

Sam shook his head. "I'll go myself after my shift in the morning." He picked up his drink and downed it in one. Then stood up from the high stool and pulled his jacket on.

"Leaving already?"

"Yeah…I'm not feeling it tonight."

"See you tomorrow brother."

Tracy finished her wine and stood away from the table and grabbed her bag. "I'm off. I want to kiss Leo before he is asleep."

"Goodnight Trace," Nick said.

"I'll come too." Andy slipped on her coat and followed Tracey out.

"Do you want a lift?"

"Hmm?"

"A lift. Do you need one?" Tracy unlocked the car and opened the driver's door as she waited for Andy's response.

"No." She zipped up her hoody. "I want to walk it off."

Andy watched as Tracy drove off then started to walk home herself. She was towards the end of the block when Sam pull up alongside the curb.

"Hey, McNally…need a lift?"

"No." She continued to walk but he drove along the curb matching her pace.

"C'mon McNally, how long are you going to stay mad?"

"Mad?" she laughed. "I'm not mad, Sam. Mad implies that I care. Which I don't, so I'm not mad."

"So you are… happy?"

"Again, happy would imply that I care."

"So you're not happy?"

Andy glanced over at him an saw the smirk cross his lips and it made her blood boil. She sped up her pace and ignored him calling after her. Sam parked and jumped out of the truck and hurried after her. "Andy, wait, Andy!"

He took her arm and swung her round to face him. She met his eyes and refused to look away.

"I knew you were mad."

"Jesus Sam, don't you ever give up?" She shook her arm free from his grip and backed away to get more space between them. "I'm not mad, why would I be. We're not together; we never should have been in the first place! I wish I could just forget the whole thing ever happened."

"Andy…"

She backed off and started to turn away when the sound of squealing tires caught both of their attention. They watched as a black sedan came hurtling around the corner. Sam glanced at his truck and for a split second he thought it was in the way. He flinched in preparation for the crash but it never came. Instead the car continued on towards them.

That's when the rear window rolled down smoothly and the nuzzle of a gun came out. As soon as the barrage of gunfire started, without thinking Sam lurched towards Andy, tackled her to the ground and rolled with her to hide behind the wheel of a parked car. They lay like that for a few moments after the shots had stopped and the car was gone.

Sam rolled off Andy and lay flat on his back on the pavement for a moment longer. "Hey McNally, you ok?" He stood up and turned to reach down and help her up. It was only then he noticed that she was lying still, her eyes half closed, her mouth agape and a rapidly growing pool of blood expanding from beneath her head. "McNally…McNally! Andy!"

Sam pulled his phone out and dialled for emergency services as he patted her down and tried to find the source of the injury.

"Officer down, corner of Spadina and Richmond, immediate EMS required!"

He left the phone on and tossed it to the ground then concentrated on Andy. He found a flesh wound on her arm but it was a blood oozing from the wound on her neck and another on the back of her head that was worrying him. He pulled off his shirt and bunched it up beneath her head in an effort to stop the bleeding then pressed his hand to the wound on her neck. But dark red blood seeped through his fingers in a matter of seconds.

"Hold on McNally, hold on…"