A.N. So I started this right after episode 4x03 when Andy decides to walk away from Sam and not fight for him. I'm a Sam/Andy fan through and through, but at the time I wrote this I was more of an Andy fan and wanted to explore her making her own way without Sam – and away from Nick, who I feel is a much better friend than lover. I'm posting this as incomplete in the hopes of getting some reviews on whether or not to continue. That being said, enjoy!

Yeah, I don't want easy, I want crazy
Are you with me baby? Let's be crazy

**I Want Crazy, by Hunter Hayes**

"Andy needs to get laid," Chloe stated loudly and emphatically. "Like yesterday!"

Traci's mouth gaped opened and her eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. She couldn't help but hear the gasp and subsequent coughing of her partner sitting just behind Chloe, who glanced back and began to hit him hard between the shoulders.

"Seriously, the girl is a desert, we have to do something," she said all the while slapping hard at Sam's back.

"I . . .I don't see how we can help," Traci stuttered over the sound of Sam hacking.

"Hey, you okay?" Chloe finally asked Sam.

He nodded, still sputtering a bit and tried to clean up the mess he made of his desk at the same time.

"Look, I just think we need a girls night and not at the Penny or at one of our apartments, one because I practically live with Dov and that defeats the purpose of a girls night, although he can paint toenails like no body's business."

Traci's mouth fell open again and it took everything in her to keep eye contact with Chloe and not look behind her at Sam, who had stopped moving and coughing and was now paying very close attention to what Chloe was saying.

"Okay? A girls' night. I think we can handle that."

"Great! You pick the place, but it has to be Thursday night. We all have Friday off. Give her maximum time to get her groove on. And it has to have single guys, but not desperate ones, so no clubs downtown. Oh, and there has to be music. Lots of loud, booty music."

"Are you sure you want me to find a place?" Traci asked, while cataloging all the places they could possibly go and still meet some of Chloe's criteria.

"Yes. I just think the girl needs some serious flirting and . . And smiling! You know, have a good time, away from the familiar. New people. Good times," Chloe waved her hands around as she spoke, nearly beaning Sam in the head. "So, Thursday night, girls night, music, flirting, smiling, got it?"

"Oh, I got it."

"Yay! Rock and roll!" Chloe clapped her hands; fist pumped the air and bounced out of the D's office.

Traci had turned to watch Chloe exit and slowly twirled her chair back around, running directly into Sam's stunned face.

"What?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Nothing."

"Figures." Traci said under her breath and went back to studying the opened file on her desk. It took a few moments before Sam turned to face his desk and it took all of Traci's willpower to keep from saying exactly what was on her mind.

(…)

If there was one thing Andy McNally knew without a doubt, it was that she was woefully lacking in the romance department. Not that she really wanted romance. Or rather romance with just anyone. Months later and she still couldn't look at Sam without having completely inappropriate thoughts about him. Which, then led to very unfortunate thoughts about what he might be doing with . . . the other woman . . . rather than her.

Then she would end up on her sofa alone after work with a pint of ice cream and cheesy rom-com movies to pass the time. She avoided the shelf of action movies since nearly all had some connotations of time spent lazing about on the sofa with Sam . . . and not with ice cream . . . except that one time, which she'd rather not think about.

So it didn't surprise her in the least that Traci, with a healthy nudge from Chloe, set up a girl's night for them to go trolling for guys, or more specifically a guy for Andy, to flirt with.

"Why am I doing this again?" Andy whined. She was sitting patiently on the seat of her toilet, staring at the ceiling and praying Chloe wouldn't poke her in the eye with the eyeliner pencil.

"Because you need to get out and meet someone new."

"But . . "

"Don't think I didn't see the three pints of ice cream in your trash bin."

"Yeah, why would you buy pistachio ice cream? That stuff is disgusting," Traci piped up from Andy's room.

Okay, so maybe she had indulged in a little pity party the other night, sobbing over Die Hard into a bowl of green ice cream. It's not like she caved every night, maybe every third night . . . okay every other night, but who could judge her?

"Andy, just trust me." Chloe finished lining Andy's eyes and produced a hand mirror with flourish.

Andy raised her eyebrows as she inspected Chloe's work. The liner was heavier than everyday wear, but lighter than she normally wore when going out on the town. It was also a glittery black and emphasized her smoky color palette.

"Fine. You win," Andy said with a sigh. "But don't think this has disaster written all over it." She stated over her shoulder as she walked out of the bathroom and into her bedroom.

Traci was lounging on the bed, flipping through a magazine, which immediately brought back memories of another time and place. Andy fought back the memories, beating them down with a mental baseball bat, then slipped on a pair of low-heeled boots.

"So where are we headed?"

Twenty minutes later, Chloe pulled up next to The Shamrock, as pronounced by the rather loud and sparkly shamrock above the main door.

"Get us a table and I'll grab drinks!" Traci yelled over the din of the band warming up on stage.

Chloe grabbed Andy's hand, raising it so they wouldn't knock any drinks over, making her way to the other side of the stage where a lone empty table sat.

Andy sat down facing the stage while Chloe dragged the other two chairs around to face the stage as well. Both surveyed the bar as they waited for Traci.

A few minutes later Traci returned and placed three pints of green beer in front of them.

"What the hell is that?" Chloe asked, pointing at the drink in front of her. She slid it across the table so she could smell it.

"Shamrock Lager," Traci replied. "It's their signature beer."

Andy and Chloe looked at each other, clinked glasses and took a huge gulp.

The band was busy tuning their instruments while the patrons of the bar conversed loudly. The Shamrock was the opposite of the Penny. Andy could see some cops seated throughout the room, easily spotted by how they held their arms as though ready to draw a gun in a heartbeat, and of course the requisite badge bunnies, but there were also college students huddled around the pool tables, older patrons crowded towards the back as far from the stage as possible. Even a couple of drunks on the far edges of the bar top nursing whisky and scotch.

"Where did you find this place?" Andy asked.

"Um, I heard about it from one of the officers on the day shift a few days ago. Said this place had good live music," Traci answered. She didn't want to tell Andy that Sam's old mentor had mentioned the place. She knew Sam would never show up here after what had happened with Charlie. He was loyal to the Penny for his after work drinks.

"This is great! And the guys are hot!" Chloe spoke up; her voice was loud enough to cause the table of guys next to theirs to grin at them.

It was then the band started and Andy's focus shifted to them. More specifically to the perfect specimen of man holding an acoustic guitar. The lead singer was a woman with a voice between Adele and Sheryl Crow. His voice perfectly complimented hers and Andy could detect a slight accent, but couldn't tell from where based on his singing.

The music was amazing. After two songs, the audience changed from actively listening to the music to dancing on the makeshift dance floor in front of the stage. Conversations flowed around them.

The guitar player was mesmerizing. Andy couldn't stop staring at him. Even while talking with Chloe and Traci she kept one eye on him.

He was fairly tall with black jeans that hugged his thighs and ass in the right places. He wore a white wife beater under an unbuttoned camo green shirt, several chains hung around his neck though they disappeared under his shirts.

"I think Andy has forgotten we're here," Chloe stated, poking her hard in the side.

"Hey! That hurt!" Andy rubbed her side tearing her eyes away from the stage.

"You should talk to him when they're finished," Chloe suggested.

Andy took a large gulp of beer to empty her glass. A quick glance back at the stage showed she had caught his attention. He was looking straight at her, grinning as he sang. He winked and Andy couldn't help the blush rushing up her neck.

"Ohhhh, wow!" Chloe was practically wiggling in her seat. "I so have to text Dov."

She pulled her phone out and snapped a picture before Andy could grab for the phone.

"Stop it! You promised you wouldn't tell the boys where we went tonight!"

"I'm not telling where we are, just sending him a picture of the most perfect piece of man meat I've ever laid eyes on. I mean, Dov is great and incredible in bed, but c'mon?! Sexy guitar guy? Has to be stellar."

Andy groaned and buried her face in her hands. Traci laughed and pat her on the back.

"It could be worse."

"Really? How?"

Traci stared at the ceiling before shrugging her shoulders in defeat. Andy shook her head then turned back to the stage to enjoy the music.