AN: Midnight insomnia made me right this one. I do have some ideas of how to take it farther (using that comment Luke told Sam in 3x11).

Sometimes you just have to do what you have to do. Andy looked as Sam drove away through her tears. She couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't face Traci, Gail and all of their friends and tell them Sam broke up with her. Because he couldn't be a cop and be with her.

She was furious at him for not fighting for their relationship, like he had promised. She was furious at him for taking his anger and grief out on her. And she was also furious that he blamed her for Jerry's death in some sort of sick and twisted way.

Andy knew she should have been inside, being that rock for Traci but she couldn't. Because she wasn't a rock, she was quicksand. Emotionally and mentally. Really, all she wanted to do right now was curl up on her couch and die. But she really didn't want to return to her apartment. That apartment held the memories of Gail and her getting attacked.

The rain was starting to fall and she just kept walking aimlessly. She could call Chris or Oliver or Collins to drive her, but they had their own grief to deal with. They didn't need an emotional Andy McNally on their hands. Anyways, they were at the Penny, celebrating Jerry's life. Where she should be. But couldn't be.

The tears were starting to fall pretty hard now and Andy couldn't tell if the moisture on her face was from the pouring rain or the waterfalls from her eyes. Andy McNally was not the one to cry often, and here she was, walking down a Toronto street, not being able to see straight from the moisture in her eyes.

Stupid, stupid, stupid. How could I? She really wondered how the hell she had let Sam that far into her life, so quickly after Luke. She was so happy that this came out of nowhere. It blindsided her. The truth slapped her hard across the face, like telling her welcome to reality, honey. Welcome to reality, she thought bitterly. She was so far over the word and just wanted to pretend it was all a dream. This wasn't really happening. This wasn't reality. It couldn't be. Jerry couldn't be dead, Gail fresh out of the hospital and now Andy single. No. This wasn't supposed to be how it ended up.

She looked up at the corner of the street she was on. Her breath hitched a little when she realized it was Luke's street. She ignored that thought and kept walking. But by the time she had reached his porch, she was exhausted and just sat on it. More like working up the nerve to go knock on the door and ask him to be her friend for the night. Andy needed someone to be her friend that night, and Luke would have to do for now. As she sat on the steps, she thought about how ridiculous her plan was. Really, Andy. Going to your ex's after you just got dumped. Smooth move McNally.

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When Callaghan left the Penny to go home and change and go to Andrea's house, he sure didn't expect to be seeing Andy McNally sitting on his front porch steps. She looked pathetic. She was soaked, shivering and looked like she had cried a few tears. Going against his better judgements, he got out of his car and slowly made his way up to the stairs. "Up," he told her. "Inside."

"Luke," she said between chattering teeth. "I don't know why I am here."

Luke opened the door and ushered her in. "Mhm." He knew the answer. One look at her face told him the story. He had kept an eye on the back door of the Penny when he saw McNally and Swarek go outside. And when McNally came inside to grab her coat quickly, he knew what had happened. Sure he was never a huge fan of McNally going straight to Swarek after she had broken up with him, but Luke knew he deserved it. And he beat himself up almost every day. More right now, after seeing what Swarek was doing to Andy.

"Sweatshirt," Luke told her as he ushered them to his laundry room. What used to be theirs. He tried to cross that thought out. "Wait, here." He quickly went back to his room and grabbed a pair of his sweatpants he knew Andy used to wear. He didn't want to remind her of that, but it was the only pair that would remotely fit her. He also grabbed his old Academy t-shirt and a sweatshirt. He returned to the laundry room. "Put these on and put your clothes in the dryer. I'm going to make you some hot chocolate."

"Thanks," she said as he closed the door. Luke went into the kitchen and put both of his hands on his counter and took a long sigh. He was still getting over the shock of Barber's death and what that meant to Luke professionally as well. And then he comes back to his house and finds his ex-fiancee sitting on the steps. Luke still didn't know what to think of that. Get a grip, Callaghan. He told himself. She just needs a friend.

His phone chimed and he dug it out of his pocket and it was a message from Andrea, his new girlfriend, asking when he was going to be at her place. He quickly messaged her back, telling her that he wouldn't be by tonight. Work, he told her. Luke sighed again as he went to fill the kettle.

When Andy came back into the kitchen a couple seconds later, Luke was looking at his emails. "Thanks, Callaghan." Luke did notice how she called him by his last name. But what could he expect?

What was he supposed to do with Andy now? She was a mess. It wasn't like he could just call Traci over and get her to deal with an over emotional McNally. He didn't know how to deal with emotional women. At all. He didn't want to bug Gail either. He could get Diaz or Epstein to pick her up. Finally Luke just threw his head back as he watched her climb onto his couch and flip on the TV. He often found her like this after work when they were still together.

Luke took two mugs out and filled them with hot chocolate that he didn't even know he had. He brought them over to the couch and set them down at the coffee table. He kept silent because if there was one thing that he learned with his time with Andy, she'd talk pretty soon. She hated silence. So Luke just kept watching the Food Network.

"He told me he couldn't be a cop and be with me at the same time," Andy blurted out, in between sips of hot chocolate. She put her mug down and turned to her ex. "I just stood there."

Luke didn't really know how to start because he expected his sort of shit from Swarek. "He's just dealing with his grief. You and I both know him and Jerry were close."

"But I don't deserve for him to be taking his anger out on me. That's not fair," she said.

Luke had to agree. She did not deserve to be treated like how Swarek just dumped her. In all the millions of possibilities that ran through his head he had after Andy told him they were done, he never imagined she'd be sitting on his couch, telling him about how Sam Swarek had just broken up with her. After replaying those many possibilities, and knowing none of them were going to turn out the way he wanted them to; he finally asked Frank to be assigned to the 27th Division. That also had opened up the spot for Traci. "You deserve better," Luke finally told Andy.

Both of them stayed quiet, between Andy flipping through channels, finally settling on Two and A Half Men. They got some chuckles out of the episode. When Andy heard the buzzer of the dryer, she stood up. "I should go. Thanks again, Luke."

Luke also stood up and looked at his watch. It was 10 pm and it was way too late for her to be walking by herself and he honestly really didn't feel like driving her. "Andy. You can just stay here. I actually think you still have some clothes here," he said quickly, wanting to get the last bit out. "I know you and I both work the early shift tomorrow."

Surprisingly, Andy just smiled at him. "Sounds good."