I know, I know, I haven't even finished the last story yet, but a completely different one popped into my head the other night on the way to the store, and after hearing some old tunes (from CSI: Miami, no less!) and watching older Season 3 episodes, I have become inspired...so enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue, and its characters and storylines are solely the property of the writers.

Andy sat there for a while after he left. It was raining, but she didn't even care. Then, she felt a small tap on her shoulder, and when she turned, it was Traci. She wiped her eyes.

"Hey. Uh, sorry, I just...needed some air.", she said apologetically.

"Andy...we've known each other since college. Did you really think I'd fall for that?", Traci asked gently. Andy's eyes filled with tears, and she dropped her head and shrugged.

"I just...with everything with Jerry, the last thing you need right now is me burdening you.", Andy said, sniffling. Traci sat down on the curb beside her.

"Andy...what happened?", Traci asked gently.

"Sam left. He just...we ended things, and then he left.", Andy said, barely a whisper.

"Oh, Andy...", Traci said, and she embraced her friend. Once Andy felt the warmth of her friend, she couldn't stop the tears, and she let them fall freely.

Sam walked into his place and set his bag down on the floor. Then, numbly, he walked to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of bourbon. He never did finish his at the bar. Sitting on one of the stools propped out by his counter, he swirled the contents inside his glass, watching how the light hit the alcohol and brought out multitudes of colors. He thought about the events of today, and he felt like punching something. He definitely went about that the wrong way. He pulled out his phone and set it on the counter, and it took all his effort to not pick it up and dial Andy. God...what was he doing? His gut was telling him to run, and run far, but his heart? His heart was telling him to pick up that phone right now and invite Andy over. Ignoring his heart, he drained his bourbon before turning off all the lights and heading to his bedroom. He needed sleep; tomorrow would be a long day.

Andy and Traci grabbed Gail from the bar and quickly said their goodbyes before heading out. The drive to Andy's was a short one, but they took their time. Understandable, since Gail was having issues being in the place she'd been kidnapped from only 48 hours ago, and Andy had reminders of Sam all over her house. When they finally pulled up to her place, Traci shut off the engine and looked over to Andy.

"Do you want us to go in first and clean up?", she asked. Andy smiled weakly and shook her head. Then she slowly opened the door and climbed out. The girls followed, and when they caught up with Andy, they surrounded her on either side and linked arms. Traci opened the door to the building and they all stumbled inside. They'd had a considerable amount of alcohol after Traci found Andy outside. Andy laughed, and then they attempted the climb up the stairs. Gail stumbled and fell, swearing and bringing Andy and Traci down with her, and they all laughed.

"Oh my god, maybe we won't even make it home.", Traci said.

Andy smiled and sighed.

"That's a nice thought, our home.", she said quietly. She smiled a wide smile, which made Traci smile, and then Gail after her.

"What would I do without you guys?", Gail asked as they scooped her up and they all staggered drunkenly into Andy's. Gail went to lay down on the couch, and Traci joined her, laying on the floor below the couch. Andy smiled at the two of them and poured two glasses of water from the fridge. Traci grinned.

"Mmm, yes. Now we just need some more tequila.", she joked. Andy laughed. She walked to the bedroom to get changed into her pyjamas, and when she opened the door, she stopped. Sam's shirt lay on the bed. She walked slowly over to it and picked it up, inhaling the scent of him. She carried the shirt over to the dresser, where she had a photo of her and Sam stuck in there. They'd taken it the other day on break, and she'd stuck it into the mirror. She grabbed the photo and crumpled it up, and then she threw the shirt across the room. She fell and cried out, and then she looked to the doorway, where she saw Gail. With a sympathetic look, Gail crossed the room and embraced Andy, and Andy let the tears flow once more.

"He told me he wouldn't leave without a fight, and then he just left. No fight, no working at it."

"Well, guys lie. It's the harsh reality of life.", Gail said, and she stroked Andy's hair softly. Traci knocked on the door frame gently, and in seeing the picture on the floor, she picked it up and straightened it out.

"Andy...", she said, and she sat on the other side of Andy and embraced her as well. Andy was looking at the floor.

"I have an idea. That's a really big bed, and you obviously don't want to be alone tonight.", Gail said, pointing to the bed. Andy laughed through her tears, and then Gail stood and held out a hand for Andy. Traci stood as well, and the three girls climbed into Andy's queen. They all laid together in silence, and then Traci said,

"I'm glad you guys are here."

"Me too.", they both echoed in unison.