I do not own Rookie Blue.

I can't get the epilogue for Polar Opposites out of my head yet. It's stuck! Sorry :(

But this was an idea for the first story, it never fit in... then the second story... same thing and so on. It just never fit anywhere but that was because it was a story of its own and I just never figured that out til recently. DUH

Well let me know what you think...kind of short to start. I hate the title but aren't my stories always at odds? lol Please, please review!

This story takes place anytime after the last season.

He just settled into bed after one of the most horrendous days of his life. He sighed as his head hit the pillow. Finally, sleep… he groaned as he heard his cell phone ring.

No! His mind screamed. This was not happening…he grabbed the phone to see who was calling. Jerry? What the hell is Jerry calling me for at one in the morning? He didn't want to but he answered.

"Hello?" All he could hear was the insane amount of music and loud voices in the background. "Hello?" again he said. He was about to hang up when he heard.

"Sammy? Hey you there buddy? Hold on…I can't hear you I'm going to step outside."

Sam sighed again. Why didn't Jerry think to step outside before he dialed my number?

It was suddenly much quieter and again he heard. "Sammy? You there buddy?"

"Yes! I'm here," he snapped. "What do you want Jerry?" there was no disguising the aggravation in his voice. He laid in bed his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. If this asshole is drunk and calling me at one in the morning to come out and party with him; I'm going to kill him.

"Man I need you Sammy."

"What are you talking about? It's one a.m., you know that don't you?"

"Yeah man, I know, but I got trouble…big trouble."

Sam instantly became alert. Jerry's in trouble? His protective instincts towards his fellow officer took hold. "What's wrong? Where are you?"

"I'm at the Penny…I've got a serious problem here." Jerry sounded sober but somewhat confused.

Sam sat up, his day from hell now forgotten; he looked around for his clothes he had just dropped to floor before getting into bed. "What's going on buddy?" He asked concernedly.

"It's Traci and Andy…Sam I need you to come down here."

That name stopped him in his tracks. Andy! Oh no…the catalyst of his horrendous day back to take another bite of his ass. Oh no, enough of her for today. But just because he had had enough didn't mean that he wasn't concerned and a little bit intrigued. "What's going on with Traci and Andy?"

"Sammy they are both drunk…I mean wasted. I don't know what to do…I can handle one drunk lady…but two? And they are fighting me…they won't cooperate with anything I say…they just laugh at me. Sammy I need help."

He had to hold back the laughter, Jerry actually did sound scared. Before he could respond Jerry continued. "Look I didn't want to bother you with this, I did call Callaghan…"

"And what did he say?" Sam asked.

"He said he and Andy broke up a week and a half ago and I should call you…her…ahhh."

"Yeah, never mind that." He wasn't interested in Callaghan's introspective on his and Andy's relationship. Not that they had one.

The silence was apparent while Sam thought about the situation; Jerry just waited listening to dead air. He knew Sam would give up and agree to come down here, if he just waited long enough…

"Alright!" He barked into the phone before snapping it closed, not bothering to say goodbye.

Outside the Penny, Jerry stared at a now dead phone as he smiled. He closed his own phone before turning back to the Penny's door. Taking a deep breath he walked back in, wondering how long he could keep these two under control until Sammy got here.

Sam sat on his bed, head in his hands. He did not want to do this, not after today. She had been in a horrible mood all day, touchy and crabby. She actually had been in a horrible mood for the past week and a half; today was just the final straw.

Even though she didn't tell him that she and Mr. Perfect finally called it quits, he knew. He didn't know the specifics but he knew they had split. He waited all this time never once did she come close to telling him. Why that angered him so much he wasn't sure but it just did.

When he finally blurted out today that he knew and demanded an explanation of why she didn't tell him. You would have thought she'd caught him in her panty drawer. She was indignant and furious. She said all kinds of crazy things to him, accused him of things. He couldn't wait to get back to the station, just to get that crazy woman out of his cruiser.

Now she's at the Penny and loaded…and I have to go get her. Great, just freaking great.

He thought he was going to have two whole days of peace before having to return to work on Thursday. Now it looked like that wasn't going to happen.

She never hesitated to come to me about her problems with Callaghan before, so what was the big deal telling me now that they were broke up?

He already knew when it happened…rather he sensed it before he actually put two and two together. He waited day after day for her to say something. She even lied to him on a couple of occasions, by covering up the fact that they were no longer seeing each other.

What did she think? I would immediately attempt to jump her bones? I'm some sort of dick with no finesse whatsoever? You'd think the break up was my fault.

He just forced himself to stand. Her parting words flashed through his mind before he turned to dress. "You are the last man I would ever get involved with!" That hurt, cut him pretty deep.

Still my dumb ass is headed out the door for more torture. I need my head examined.

Well? Whatcha think?