Author's Note: I do not own Rookie Blue. I have recently started watching Rookie Blue and I'm obsessed now. It's bad. So I felt compelled to write this fic. Honestly, I don't ship any particular relationship for Andy, so I wanted to write this where all three of her major love interests (Luke, Sam, and Nick) were there at the same time. I'm trying to keep it a secret who she's going to end up with at the end of the story, but I'd love to hear what you guys think. Review and let me know who you think she's going to end up with! And as usual, read, review, and enjoy!

"McNally! Collins!" Andy McNally and Nick Collins glanced at each other before they stepped tentatively into Frank's office. Everyone knew there were two undercover positions open, and Andy and Nick had been gunning for them. Andy could only hope she was allowed on this one. Considering her track record with undercover, she was surprised she was being considered at all. But she was seizing the opportunity, especially after Sam's surprise announcement. She knew he had been unhappy with her being out in the streets when they had been together, but she didn't think it was sp bad that he couldn't be with her anymore. And she couldn't give up being a cop. It was what she had wanted to do since she was a little girl and she are her father recite his oath every day before work.

Blowing out a breath and shaking her arms, she walked into Frank Best's office to stand next to Nick. She had not idea if Frank was about to tell them that, considering one of them was a rookie and the other an undercover screw up, they should stay the hell away from this op. Then again, he could be giving them the job because no one on the streets really knew them. Frank stood to face them and Andy silenced her thoughts to find out why he called them in. He was quiet for a moment, looking at them each in turn. Andy wanted to squirm under his gaze, not sure if he was upset or not. Finally he opened his mouth. "I assume you both know why I called you in here."

Andy and Nick exchanged a glance. "Um. no, sir, actually we do not."

"Oh." Frank's eyebrows shot up and he regarded them with surprise. "I would have thought it was obvious. You two are my top picks for the undercover operation. No one on the force has objected yet, so as of right now, it looks like you're going to get it. I wanted to warn you so you could start saying your goodbyes." He nodded. "You may go. I'll let you know later if you are going for sure." Nick and Andy nodded and turned to leave, but Andy stopped short when Frank said," McNally." She turned warily, not sure what to expect again. She was sure there was a downside to this, because nothing in her life could ever be good or easy. Frank looked at her with one of the most serious expressions she'd ever seen him wear. "If I catch Swarek anywhere near this op, so help me God, you're not going to be happy with the outcome."

She smiled politely. "Thank you for the warning, sir, but it won't be necessary. We aren't together anymore. I have no reason to see him." Frank eyed her suspiciously for a moment, most likely noting the lack of hurt on her face. He nodded slowly, still watching her as she left the office. Noelle Williams stepped in and stood at Frank's side. "What are you thinking?"

"That she is remarkably emotionless for someone who just ended things with someone she'd been with for… I don't even know how long." He turned to her and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her softly. "She's hurting worse than we thought."

Noelle tipped her head up onto his shoulder and watched the young cop stride through the room to meet with her best friend, Traci Nash. "She's got the rookies. And all of us. Hell, I don't know what Sam was thinking when he told her goodbye."

"He was nervous." Frank turned to his fiancee. "I get it."

"He had to know she was going to stay on the streets whether they were together or not," she argued, not very heatedly and hugged close to Frank's chest. "So all he did was force himself to be worried without being able to hold her at the end of every shift and feel for himself that she made it."

Frank raised his eyebrows at her. "You're more romantic than anyone gives you credit for, you know that? I say we start a bet. I say they're back together in two years."

"Two years?" Noelle sounded surprised. "First of all, they won't be getting back together at all. Second, that's a long time to wait for a turnaround."

He shrugged and pulled her up to side again. "I know I'm right. I could wait twenty years."

She shook her head at her fiancee and pulled a hundred dollars out of her pocket. This would be interesting.

Andy reached Traci and forced herself not to mention the scene from Frank's office. As much as she hated keeping things from Traci, she knew her friend had enough to deal with right now and didn't need to listen to her problems, too. "Hey,Tarce. How are you doing?'

Traci shot her a look. "I know they say it gets better, but that hasn't started yet. Right now it still sucks." Her voice broke. Andy had the suspicion Traci hadn't cried about it yet. She held her friend as she poured out her feelings in broken sobs and sniffles. It lasted almost ten minutes. But Andy didn't really have anywhere to be, so that wasn't a big deal. Well, she told herself, she didn't have anywhere she was needed. Sam had told her to come to the Penny later because he had something for her. And as awful as it made her feel, she was currently considering leaving on the undercover op without saying goodbye. They needed to make a clean break, and they couldn't do that if she went to the bar and said a messy goodbye.

She was so wrapped up in it, she didn't realize Traci had pulled back and was studying her. Crying was an aberration for Traci, and now she looked back to usual self, with the exception of a little runny mascara. "What's wrong, Andy?"

Andy waved her hand and said, "Don't worry about it, really. it's just me over thinking, the way I always do."

Traci narrowed her eyes. "You forget, McNally, I've been doing detective work. And I know that your face is saying something is up. What is it?"

"You have enough to deal with right now," Andy protested. "I don't want to add to that."

"That's nice, Andy, but this is what friends do. We help each other get through the rough parts of life," Traci tilted her head as she spoke. "Now tell me what is bothering you."

Andy sighed. "Okay, don't hate me, but Sam broke up with me. And I didn't tell you when it happened because you had to process what happened to Jerry. And Frank just told me the undercover is as good as mine, and Sam wants me to meet him at the Penny because he has soothing to give me, but I can't leave after going to see him because we need to make a clean break. So I don't know what to do." She took in air, knowing she had just unloaded everything on her friend. It was strange. Both of them were acting different than usual that night. Andy guessed it was probably everything that happened with Jerry and the stress of leaving for the undercover op so soon. But whatever it was, it was making them act weird. Telling Traci when she was leaving wasn't going to be an easy conversation, so she might as well have it now, when they were both acting so out of character. Andy braced herself, blew out a breath, and started talking.

Sam Swarek sat at the bar at the Black Penny, a drink in one hand and a small velvet box held tightly in the other. It was getting late. But he knew McNally. She would show unless something physically stopped her. If she wanted to show. But she had to want to come. He couldn't let himself think different. She was a devoted cop, but she tended to break the rules when it came to him. He took another long pull of his beer. Every passing minute was making him second guess what he felt for her and what knew about her.

When he'd walked in, he'd noticed Gail Peck sitting a little farther down the bar, doing roughly the same thing he was, minus the little velvet box. He knew she and Collins had a thing going on, but he didn't know why she was at the bar without him. As far as Sam knew, they were in good shape. Unlike him and Andy. Finally deciding to see what was going on, he moved down to sit next to Gail. "McNally?" She asked, not taking her eyes off the drink in front of her.

Sam nodded as he swallowed another gulp of beer. The alcohol was slowly beginning to wok its magic. He never drank to get drunk, but he was sure he would start if McNally didn't show up. "Collins?"

"Yep," she said sullenly, adding extra pop to the "p". They sat that way, staring at their drinks and ordering new ones, for another hour and a half. It was one thirty in the morning. Gail spoke first. "They're not coming." Sam didn't have to say anything. He knew she was right but he couldn't make himself say it. He thought he knew McNally, thought he knew everything about her, from the way she laughed to the way took on a challenge to the way she attacked her pancakes at breakfast. He'd tried to memorize every little part of her so that he knew she wasn't different or hurt when she finished a shift. He didn't worry as much that way. Which wasn't saying that much because he still worried a lot. Gail stood suddenly. "Time to go home, Swarek. We need to move on." With that, she picked up her jacket and walked outside. He watched her hail a cab to settle his instincts to protect and serve and fight off the effects of alcohol to do so. He sat there for another twenty minutes, not knowing what to do with himself.

He glanced down at the little box in his hand. He flipped open the top of the box with his thumb, looking down at the simple diamond set in white gold. He thought of all the reasons he'd bought the thing in the first place, of all the things he loved about Andy McNally. He snapped it shut, ending that chapter in his life. Tomorrow night, after he'd slept off the God awful hangover he planned on drinking himself into, he would take Gail's advice and begin to move on.

"This is it?" ANdy set down her bag in the apartment they were given for the undercover operation. She and Nick had found out from Frank they were definitely leaving that night. A few hours later, and they were in their cover apartment. The cameras, much like the ones Boyd had set up in Sam's cover apartment, could be turned off, but they were cautioned not to take too much time off the record. Andy couldn't help but relive the hours she'd spent in his cover apartment as they toured their own. They were posing as a couple who were willing to do some dirty deeds to make some good cash, and the apartment was their sanctuary. They wouldn't be able to do everything they wanted, though. Sam said it was a lot of book reading. Andy had taken that into account when she packed Moby Dick, The Odyssey, and Jane Eyre into her bag. She had also grabbed a blank notebook and a pen, thinking it would be… therapeutic, maybe, to write down everything that happened and everything she was feeling. She knew she and Nick were going to be playing nefarious characters, so she knew she wasn't going to be comfortable with everything they had to do. Writing down could be a way she could get it all out.

"You know, this place is pretty nice," Nick said, kicking off his shoes and flopping down on the couch. "I could get used to this."

Andy shook her head and smiled at him. "You could get used to anything. You spent so much time in the army anything seems like a palace." He snorted and a threw a pillow at her.

"So…" he trailed off when she looked over at him. "I heard about you and Swarek." She was silent as he looked at her with a measure of concern. "He's an idiot."

She laughed without amusement. "Yeah, that's what Traci said, too. But I can't blame him. He was doing what he thought was best."

"He's still an idiot," Nick said, shaking his head at her. "Gail and I aren't together anymore."

"I know," she moved around the couch and sat down next to his feet. "She told me about it."

He nodded. "She wanted me to meet her at the Penny tonight."

Andy couldn't hide her surprise. "She wanted to meet you? Sam wanted to meet me." She still felt guilty she hadn't gone, but she knew if she had, there was no way she could have left. She could say whatever she wanted about wanting to make a clean break and letting him move on, but deep down she knew she wouldn't have left if she had gone to see him. He weakened her defenses.

"Let's be break up buddies," Nick said suddenly after five minutes of silence. She looked over at him, studied the lines of his face, the short sandy brown hair, and the thick muscles of his upper body.

"Yeah," she replied. "Why the hell not?" She smiled and settled back against the couch, letting his feet rest against the side of her thigh. She had a feeling she and Nick would become good friends over the course of the op. Undercover forced a bond, but she knew she and Nick would have more than just trust with each other; they would have friendship. She rested her head back against the couch and took a deep breath. The hard work would begin the next day.

Andy was nervous. She and Nick were going to be acting like a couple for the first time when it really counted. They were going to have to be convincing in front of one of the biggest drug lords in the country. She hoped they could pull it off.

He walked in. Nick gently urged her forward with his arm around her back, making it look like a gentle squeeze between lovers rather than the silent code between undercover cop coworkers. Coworkers. Yet they had to put aside their camaraderie and replace it with the sizzling chemistry expected of a couple as young and reckless as they were supposed to be. Nick leaned down and whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin, making her hairs stand on end. "You ready?"

She nodded slightly and fixed a huge smile on her face. This needed to go well, if they wanted the rest of their time undercover to go relatively smoothly. Three hours later, Andy "needed to go out and get more dip" and call their handler. She was about to leave when Nick pulled her down and whispered against her mouth, "Make it look real". And then he laid his lips on hers. Of course, she thought. It made sense that they would kiss each other goodbye. What didn't make sense was how much she was enjoying it. His lips were soft and warm, moving against her mouth in a pleasant rhythm she couldn't help but respond to. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she ran her hands up his solid pecs. After what seemed like an hour, but was most likely about thirty seconds, he pulled back and pressed another kiss to the tip of her nose. "Be quick."

Andy left the apartment, dazed. It wasn't that long ago that Sam had ended things. She should still be grieving, not enjoying the sweet kisses of another man. But damn, that had been a good kiss. It was strange, kissing Nick. She was so used to the way Sam's mouth moved, the stubble on his chin, and the feel of his shoulders under her hands. But kissing Nick had been good. It had been really good, in a different way. Sam was rough, Nick was gentle. Sam was dark, Nick was light. They were opposites, but still managed to make her feel ridiculously good. She leaned against the side of the building outside and blew out a breath. Against her will, she felt a smile spreading over her face. He had made her feel good, without the complications Sam always managed to drag into their relationship. There were no rules for Andy and Nick. She was not his training officer, and he was not undercover with Jamie Brennan while she snuck into his room and stayed there all night. So she might as well enjoy the feelings Nick's mouth gave her while she could, then move on and find someone to build a relationship with. Love had burned her twice recently, and she was ready to just have a little fun while she could. Nick was the perfect candidate for that.

In the apartment, Nick was just as dazed as she was. He had not expected to feel anything when he'd kissed Andy, much less… that. That rush of feeling he always used to get when he kissed Gail when they were engaged. He hadn't had it as much when he'd started working at 15 Division, but he knew there was still something with Gail because he knew h'd felt it before. But now, with Andy, feeling this way… it opened up a while new world for them and left the friendship part of their relationship to crumble. There was no way he could be friends with her after he'd kissed her and felt like that. He could trust her with his life and know she'd always have his back, but he couldn't be friends with her. As he waited for her to return, he thought about ways he could get to let him in and let him kiss her some more. Off the cameras.