There was a knock on the door. Sam opened it to see Jamie Brennan, the guy he was "working for".

"Hey, man, what's up?", Sam asked.

"Hey, JD. We need to go over some accounting matters. Want to go grab a drink at the Alpine?", he asked.

"Sure, man, just let me grab my coat.", he said. Sam closed the door and ran back upstairs. He grabbed his coat, his loaner phone, and also his other phone, and headed back down.

"Wanna take the car?", Sam asked.

"Nah. It's not far. We'll walk." Sam nodded, and him and Jamie began the short walk to the Alpine. Once there, Sam could here booming music from inside. They went in and sat down at the bar.

"Hey, fellas, what can I get for you?", the barkeep asked.

"Uh, just a Canadian for me.", Sam said.

"Uh...same.", Jamie muttered.

Sam sat, and Jamie pulled out some paperwork.

"Okay...so just need all your banking info, and also your chequing ID number, and then we're square."

"That's it?", Sam asked.

"Yea. Secretly I just wanted a drink, but figured we'd do business while we're at it."

"Ah. Okay. Simple enough."

Andy and Oliver were patrolling, like they had been doing all week.

"Ugh, this sucks. No excitement!", she muttered.

"Tell me about it.", he said. A call crackled over the radio.

"All units please respond. Shots fired at the Grayview Skate Park, 15th and Bloor. Requesting all units."

Andy and Oliver shared a look.

"Yes. Finally!", she said. She picked up the receiver.

"1511 responding. We're on the way."

"Copy that, sending backup, ETA 5 minutes."

Oliver pulled up to the skate park, and him and Andy got out, shielding themselves behind their doors. There was nothing noticeable out front, so they entered the building, guns in hand.

"It's the police! Come out with your hands up!", Oliver shouted. No response. They began walking further into the park, and then all hell broke loose. Oliver saw the guy two seconds before Andy.

"Put the weapon down!", he yelled. The boy stared wildly at him, and then he ran. Andy gave chase.

"McNally...wait here for backup!" She didn't stop, and Oliver cursed. If anything happened to her, Sam would literally kick his ass. He ran after her.

"McNally!" All of a sudden, he heard a single gunshot, followed closely by a second. He picked up speed. When he rounded a corner, there she was, lying on the ground.

"Dammit. MCNALLY!" He grabbed his radio.

"Dispatch, I need EMS to the Grayview Park, ASAP. We have an officer down and a suspect shot. Send me EMS, now!"

Just then, Epstein ran up behind, followed closely by Diaz. Epstein knelt to feel for a pulse on the suspect. Nothing.

"This guy's gone, Shaw.", he said. Oliver looked down at Andy. She was staring wildly up at the ceiling, and her breaths were coming in wheezy pants.

"DAMMIT! McNally, hang on, okay?" Shaw could see where the bullet had entered. In her neck, right above the collar of her shirt. She began coughing up blood, and Oliver immediately steadied her. He jumped on the radio.

"Dammit! Dispatch, where the hell is that ambulance!", he yelled. Jerry and Luke both ran in then, Luke because Epstein had obviously reported the suspect, as well as the two bodies outside, as a homicide.

"Oh my god, Andy!", Luke yelled. He knelt down beside her, and began staunching the bleeding with his tie, which he yanked off. Jerry was on his phone, and Epstein and Diaz both were holding Andy's shoulders down, because every time she moved more blood came out of the wound. Oliver stood and grabbed his phone. He was about to send a text that would do two things. First, it had the possibility to ruin a case that 15 Division had been waiting three years to crack. And second, it would break his best friend's heart.

Andy shot. Will keep you posted.

Sam and Jamie were playing pool, and it was Jamie's turn. All of a sudden, Sam's pocket vibrated, and he excused himself. Once outside, he fished for his phone.

Andy shot. Will keep you posted.

Sam stared wildly at his phone, and his heart started to race. He hit #4 on his phone. There was no answer. He hit it again.

Hey, you got Shaw. Leave me one.

"Dammit!", he cursed. He whirled, and Jamie was behind him.

"Something the matter?", he asked.

"Uh...just got news that a family member's been hurt. I can't get a hold of my brother to find out if she's okay." He quickly looked down, so Jamie couldn't tell he was lying. It wasn't so far from the truth anyway.

"Okay, well, go to her. Just let me know when you get back."

"Are you sure, man?", Sam asked.

"Yeah, yeah. I only wish someone had've done the same courtesy for me, when I lost someone I cared about." He turned and went back into the bar. Sam stared after him for a second, and then he was running.

The ER doors stood open, and Emily was waiting for Shaw as he entered. She looked down, and immediately saw Sam's partner, McNally.

"Jesus. Does he know?"

"I don't know. He's under."

"Jesus Christ. Okay, okay." She grabbed one side of the gurney, and they ran for the first available OR. The paramedics were informing Emily of the grave nature of the wound, and Oliver just ran behind, holding Andy's hand.

She was whispering something, and he leaned in closer to hear.

"Sam. Sam."

"I know, I know. Shh. Don't try to talk, it's going to be okay." He silently cursed. Upon entrance to the ER waiting room, he quickly glanced around. There was Frank, Traci, Jerry, Luke, and all the rookies. And Boyd. Oliver let go of the gurney and walked toward his fellow colleagues. Boyd came up to him.

"I suppose this is why Sam suddenly went off the grid?", he yelled.

"What?", Oliver asked absently.

"Who notified him? You? You've just blown a case that's been in the works for three years! Over a damn minor gunshot wound!"

"IT'S NOT MINOR, OKAY? It's not minor."

Everyone looked at him, and he slowly informed them that Andy had been shot through the neck, and that it wasn't a through and through. Traci sat down, hard, on the table. Jerry immediately sat beside her and began rubbing her back. She put her head between her legs.

"Oh, dammit. Nash, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have told you like that."

"No, no. Is she...is she going to be okay?"

"It's not looking good.", he said quietly.

Just then, the ER doors slammed open, and Sam entered, staring wildly around. Boyd ran up to him.

"What the hell are you thinking, man?", he asked, grabbing Sam by the shirt.

"It's Andy.", he said.

"I don't give a crap if it's your sister, man! What the hell are you doing?"

"Just...let go of me!", Sam warned. He didn't, and so Sam threw a punch that sent him reeling backward.

"It's Andy. I'm done.", he said to Boyd. Then he turned to Shaw and the wild look returned.

"What the hell happened?", he asked.

Monica watched as Oliver updated Sam on the shooting. Sam was staring wildly at everyone in the room. Then he fell to his knees, and Oliver placed a hand on his shoulder. Jerry and Traci were there, too, and Sam began sobbing, punching the floor. Traci lifted his face up and embraced him. From the view Monica had, Traci also began crying. Her heart went out to him. She was a fool. She knew there was something there with that cop. And now she had confirmation. She turned, deciding to make it her mission to update him on every detail.