A/N: Hi! Here's the second chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Just for clarification, when this story started, Andy had broken up with Luke and moved into her own apartment already. So she's not living with Traci right now. I hope that wasn't confusing for all of you. Anyway, please R&R, I love hearing from my audience. Though it may be small, reviews still make my day!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Andy woke to the early morning light and wind brushing across her face. Her pants were half down her thighs and her underwear not far behind. She hastily pulled them back up and stumbled to her feet. She didn't really have time to process the incidents that occurred the previous evening as she saw early morning joggers starting to appear throughout the park. She picked up her bag that had been tossed into a bush in all of the action last night and tried to scurry out of the park, hoping to go unnoticed. One jogger took notice and called out to her.

"Are you okay, mam? There's dried blood all over your face."

She jumped at the voice and skidded to the other side of the path as she ignored the jogger and kept walking as fast as she could, eventually breaking into a sprint to get home. She made it there without being noticed once more, much to her relief. Her fingers fumbled with the keys, trying to jam them into the lock. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally managed to get them in, her front door swinging open. She quickly walked in and slammed the door behind her. As she turned around, she caught her reflection in the fancy, decorative mirror hanging in her entry way that she had hung the previous weekend. She noticed the bruise under her left eye that seemed to be darkening by the minute. Above her right eyebrow there was a two inch laceration with dried blood crusted around it which left a trail across her temple and down into her hair. Andy's attention then switched to her neck; bruises forming in the unmistakable outline of handprints that stretched the length of her throat. Her whole body was overcome with soreness as the events of the night before caught up to her.

For a moment she switched into cop mode and realized she should call somebody. Because if she was right, she was pretty sure by the aching and soreness of her entire half of her body that she had been raped. Her mind immediately went to Traci, who was currently out on patrol because of some shift switching. She started to look for her cell phone. Where had she put it? She frantically searched her body and bag, eventually getting so frustrated that she just poured all of the contents of the bag onto the floor. Her phone hit the tile in her entryway with a clatter. She picked it up and tried to dial Traci with her shaky fingers. Traci answered on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey," Andy croaked out, her throat sore and scratchy.

Being Andy's best friend, she noticed it instantly. "What's wrong? Andy?"

Andy wasn't sure what to say. "Um," she let out a shaky breath, her eyes brimming with tears, "Can you stop by?"

"We'll be there in five," Traci answered and hung up.

Andy didn't have the time to process that Traci had said we, as in two people; she just wanted to get out of these tattered clothes.

She slowly trudged to her room, her body stiff and her mind almost in a trance. After she rid her body of every article of clothing, she stared at the clothes scattered on her bedroom floor. She didn't want it here. Hell, she wanted to burn it, as it was a constant memory of what had taken place the previous evening. She moved to pick it up off of the floor to wash it when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Andy's eyes scanned her naked body, quickly skimming over her face and neck and downwards. That's when she let out a gasp and dropped the clothes.

Her eyes were trained on her thighs, swathed in deep purple and blue bruises that ran up to her center. She slowly started to slowly shake her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and backed away from the mirror, as if what she was seeing wasn't real. At least, she didn't want to believe it was.

She backed up until she hit the wall opposite the mirror, and she quickly jerked around to see what she had bumped into. Andy then slumped to the ground, pulled her knees into her body and sunk her face in her hands.

Her body shook as she sobbed.

Traci hung up the phone and looked over at Noelle, who had already started driving to Andy's apartment. "Thanks for doing this Noelle," Traci thanked her.

Noelle glanced over at her, "did she say what was wrong?"

"Nope, I guess we'll have to wait and find out."

After that they rode in silence until they reached Andy's apartment. As they parked on the street, Noelle received a phone call and gestured for Traci to go ahead without her, she'd be up in a few minutes. Traci nodded and headed into Andy's building, using the keys Andy had given her for emergencies. When Traci reached Andy's door, she knocked softly and waited a few seconds. Nobody came.

She used her key to open the door, which swung open freely. She stepped in and called out Andy's name. "Andy?"

She started walking through the rooms in the apartment, "Andy, its Traci." She continued until she reached Andy's bedroom and lightly pushed the door open. "Andy?"

There Andy was, huddled naked in the corner, sobs racking through her body. Andy didn't seem to notice Traci enter, so Traci walked slowly to Andy and rested her hand on her shoulder. Andy's head jerked up to look at Traci.

Andy heard Traci take a sharp intake of air when she lifted her face up. Traci's eyebrows knitted together with concern and she asked "Andy, are you okay? What happened?"

Andy let out a shaky sigh, "I – I – I don't know," she stammered out. Tears continued to streak down her cheeks.

"Well, it looks like you've been hurt. Can I take you to the hospital? I think you need to get looked at by a doctor."

Andy looked frightened at the thought of getting up and going somewhere. But she relented when she knew she wasn't going to win the battle she could see coming. She could say she was fine. Fine. Just like she always is. But right now, in this moment, Andy didn't feel fine. She felt a whole mixture of emotions flooding through her. Tired. Sad. Skittish. Self-conscious. Insecure. Empty. Everything Andy McNally wasn't. So she agreed to go to the hospital with Traci.

While Traci was helping Andy get dressed in some clean clothes, Noelle walked in. She took in the scene before her and stayed silent until they were walking out the door. She leaned in close to Traci and asked, "Hospital?" Traci nodded.

They ushered Andy out of her apartment and into the squad car and headed out into traffic. Andy sat in the back and stared out the window with a vacant look in her eyes, red around the edges from crying.

With a quick flash of their badges in the ER, Andy was seen almost immediately. When they started to examine her, Noelle thought then would be a good time to call Best.

She called his cell phone; it would be easier and faster to reach him that way. And she knew he would answer her phone call no matter what. He'd probably think it was something personal, seeing as they were in an ongoing relationship.

Without fail, Frank answered after the second ring. "Hey." Noelle could hear the grin in his voice.

"Hey. Um, we have a situation."

"What kind of situation? Where are you?"

She hesitated a second before saying, "The hospital. It's McNally."

"What happened?" He questioned, his tone suddenly dropping, becoming serious.

Noelle sighed, "Nash and I were out on patrol when McNally called Nash and asked if we could stop by. We got there and Traci found McNally in her room sobbing with bruises all over her body."

"From what?"

"Well, she didn't tell us. But by the bruising patterns it looks like she was attacked and –" Noelle cut off suddenly. Why couldn't she just say it?

"And what, Noelle?"

She hesitated another second before saying it. "And it looks like she was raped."

Frank let out a heavy sigh and Noelle could imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'll send a detective over in a little bit to take her statement."

"Okay. See you tonight."

And with that, the phone call was over. She looked up from the bench she was sitting on outside the Emergency Room and she recognized Traci standing over by the entrance, also on her phone. Realizing that nobody was in with McNally at that point, Noelle headed back inside to be by Andy's side.

Traci received the phone call as the doctor was examining Andy. She sent it to voice mail but after the third call she checked to see who was calling her. It was Sam. If he had called three times within five minutes, something had to be wrong.

Traci looked up from her phone at Andy who was holding her hand and had her head rested back on the pillows with her eyes closed and an uncomfortable look on her face. She told Andy she needed to go make a phone call and headed outside. As she exited the doors of the ER, Sam called her again.

"Hello?"

Sam's gruff voice sounded through the phone. "Nash, have you heard from McNally this morning?"

"Why?"

"Because I was supposed to swing by her place this morning around eight to talk before shift and now she's not home. I've tried calling her phone and I've been knocking on her door for ten minutes and she's not responding."

Traci's heart sunk as Sam spoke. She didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but its better that he hears it from her than someone else.

She hesitated before speaking into the phone. "Um, Sam, I think you should come to the hospital."

"What? Why? Did something happen to McNally?" Traci could hear the sudden confusion and a slight panic in his voice.

"Yes. We're at the Emergency room at St. Mike's."

Ten minutes later, Sam came speeding into the parking lot of the ER and hurried to park and walk up. Traci caught him as he entered the waiting room.

"Sam."

"Traci, hey. What happened?"

Traci took in the image of Sam at this moment. She could tell he had showered this morning because his hair was still wet, but it was standing up on end in spots where it looked like he had run his hand through it once or twice. He was in his standard fare, jeans and a t-shirt with his black leather jacket. Traci knew she needed to approach this topic with caution.

"Listen, I'm going to tell you what happened, but you cannot freak out. She cannot handle someone freaking out right now."

"Nash, just tell me, I'm going to find out sooner or – "

"We think she was raped last night on her way home from the station." Traci cut him off.

Traci watched his reaction to her words. Sam's jaw tightened instantly and his fists clenched. His eyes widened for a split second before he schooled his expression to be serious and controlled. "Let me see her."

Traci sighed, "I can't let you do that Sam. Not without asking her first."

Sam sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Traci," she was alarmed at the use of her first name, "I need to see her. I let her walk home last night."

Traci put her hand on Sam's shoulder, "Let me go ask her if she wants you in there. I'll be right back," she told him quietly. He gave a sharp nod and watched her walk through the doors to the main part of the ER.