A.N: AU - Could be anywhere after 3.05, even after the finale when she gets home. You decide.
"Oh my god." Gail utters, staring over Andy's shoulder at the small white strip clutched in her clammy hands.
Andy's been sitting on the bench for fifteen minutes, probably missed parade, while Traci's been whispering nonsense in her ear, trying to get any reaction out of her.
Traci whips around and glares at Gail, warning her not to say another word.
How can pink lines change someone's life so quickly. Hers? It was never in the plan. Not five years, not ten, not ever. That's why she picked Luke anyways. Workaholics don't have time for families, that was going to be her defense when the time came that they talked about it.
But this was Sam. And who knows what was going on in his head. Stoic wall he was. Andy wouldn't even know how to approach the subject of kids, let alone tell him like it or not he was going to have one.
"Andy-"
"Ladies, you all missed parade! Come on, let's go." Noelle yells, once she finally finds the three missing officers.
They all wait for Noelle to let the door fall shut again before Traci lifts Andy from under her elbows and drags her to her feet. Gail steps in and forces the test from Andy's talons, and tosses it carelessly into the trash.
'Thank God she's riding with me.' Is all Gail has time to think before getting on with shift.
Halfway through patrol Gail finally manages to get more than two grunted words out of Andy. They were 'Yeah, fine,' but it was something.
By the time they've parked the cruiser, Gail's managed to ascertain that Andy is not coming to the Penny, but she probably should've figured that one out on her own.
Pushing the doors of the precinct open, all the officers in the front hallway, look right at the two of them, and begin whispering. Gail pushes Andy in front of her, not wanting to deal with whatever the talk of the division is, and get her friend out before there's some kind of psychotic break. (She's been waiting all day, and is constantly ready for the outburst.) And Andy just stalks forward, head down, to the equipment room to take off her duty belt.
By the time they're coming out of the women's locker room, Dov and Chris, waiting to take the girls home (Sam's got the day off), are whispering quietly to one another. Andy's still being quiet, but has schooled her face to make it look like she isn't dealing with a great trauma at the moment. That is until Dov lets them in on the word around the division these days.
"Word is, Terrance saw a positive pregnancy test in the trash in your locker room today. Everybody's throwing down bets." He cheers excitedly. The fact that he hasn't already offered up a suggestion as to who it might be, means he hasn't actually thrown any money down... yet. "You guys got any guesses? Anybody with a bug, or crazy mood swings?"
Gail sneaks a worried look at Andy, who looks between Gail and Traci, her armor cracking. Chris is the one catching the triangle of panic and can't help himself.
"Gail, is it you?" He says, face like someone ran his puppy down, right in front of him. They all stand still for what seems like minutes, and Andy's about to redirect their attention. (She would give herself up, but since Sam didn't know yet-)
"Yeah. Yeah it's me."