Hi everyone. This is a one shot, based on the promo's for S3 Episode 11. I'm not completely satisfied with it, but I don't want to spend more time on this story. I really want to get back to writing my other RB story. I am still holding out for a McSwarek reconciliation.

Disclaimer: The author of this fan fiction does not, in any way, profit from this story and all creative rights to the characters belong to their original creators.

He stood in front of the door staring straight ahead. The same door he had passed through dozens of times, over the last few months, without a second thought. Yet, here, right now, he stood, just simply staring. Unable to bring himself to knock on the all too familiar piece of board.

Diaz's words, in the locker room, had made him think. He had managed to eventually brush those thoughts aside and make his way to "The Penny". A well aged scotch is what he needed. Its numbing effects, on his soul, would be more than welcoming. He knew she wouldn't be there. He had overheard her, as she left the station, telling Nash she was meeting her mother for dinner.

Then Callaghan had to make his way over, from across the room, and park his butt down on the bar stool next to him. God, that guy could get under your skin. Diaz's wisdom had been rather easy to brush away, after all he was a kid, what did he know, but Callaghan. That was a different story. The guy had thrown his own words, from nearly three years ago, back at him. He could remember it like yesterday. It had happened right after returning from that prisoner transfer gig to Sudbury. He had gone to Luke Callaghan's office and told him he was an "idiot". That's right, an "idiot". An "idiot" for not trusting in her and for nearly breaking up with her for no real reason. Well, technically she had not done anything to really constitute cheating. A bit of kissing, big deal. Then Callaghan, on top of having called him an "idiot", had the nerve to tell him to get his act together before it was too late and he lost her forever. Told him he knew from experience. "She's the best thing you will ever meet. Don't blow it." Maybe he hadn't really thought things through properly.

So for the last 20 minutes he had stood in front of this all too familiar door. Unable to leave from where he stood, but yet unable to move forward. What would he even say when the door opened. He didn't even know where to begin. The image, in his mind, of her standing in the rain, crying as he drove away trying to distance himself from her as fast as possible nearly broke him. The look on her beautiful face, earlier today, when he had asked her to return his keys. The anger he had tried to cope with silently, but instead had expelled it by lashing out at her, at every turn, for no reason. He had been rude and indignant to her. The images were breaking him inside. She had wanted to talk, but instead he had climbed into his truck and driven away or lashed out at her.

Thirty minutes and still he stood. Finally a revelation hit him. He should have realized it as soon as he arrived at her door. The only thing he really could say to her. It was the only thing he had to offer, the truth. Slowly he raised his arm, bunched his fist and softly rapped on the door.

Silently he waited. A minute passed, and then another. Finally he rapped again, slightly louder.

He heard foot steps and the lock being turned.

There she stood, pyjama clad, eyes swollen, tears running down her cheeks and a teddy bear under her arm.

He could see the surprise on her face when the realization struck her as to who was at her door. She was struggling with what to do next. It was obvious. Try and talk, shut the door or just stand there.

His heart melted. He was an "idiot".

"I love you." He whispered as he took a step forward.

"I love you Andy McNally."

Slowly he closed the gap between them, wrapped his arms around her and drew her close into a hug.

"I am so very sorry. Please, let me talk." He whispered into her ear.

She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck before burying her head in his shoulder and sobbing.

"Now I'm indebted to Luke Callaghan of all people. I am an "idiot"."

Let me know what you think.