A/N: Well guys, you are awesome. Thanks for the reviews and to those who added this to the alert/favourite. So here's chapter two as promised. A lot longer than the last one, you'll all be glad to know. Oh and guys I'd love some more reviews ;).

Oh and totally forgot to add a disclaimer last time.

DISCLAIMER: As much as I would love to own Sam Swarek and the rest of Rookie Blue – I think you all know that I don't :(

Chapter 2 – This isn't going to work.

At first she thought that with him being away her life would become somewhat normal, or as normal as it could be. It would be easier than putting him on ice that's for sure. There was no temptation when those smouldering eyes, gorgeous dimples and that husky voice wasn't around.

But she soon realised she longed for him. It had only taken a week before it hit her.

Flashback

The pain was excruciating and she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. She looked at her surroundings in hope of gaining some composure, but found that it just made her even more concerned for her own welfare. Layers of debris from the now wrecked laundrette lay scattered around her. She attempted to move but she failed to find the strength needed to move the beam lying heavily across her left leg.

All she needed now was him.

"McNally, I'm here" Although Oliver's voice was reassuring it wasn't the voice she needed to hear right now. "I've spoken to Luke and he said he'll catch up here when he's finished at the court, but I'm here and we're gonna get you out.. Are you okay?".

"Yeah…yeah I'm fine, but I'm stuck and the pain is soooo bad"

"Okay sit tight, we won't be much longer".

She sat there listening to the grinding of the metal saw against the shards of debris that blocked her escape. She couldn't help but want him on the other side. Ready to hold her tight and tell her it was going to be okay. He always said he would be there when it matters.

When she had finally escaped the death trap of the burnt out laundrette she knew she need to find him. He was exactly where she expected him to be. By his desk, scouring over numerous case files.

"Luke...we need to talk"

He rose to give her a hug and kiss to her forehead, but she just stood there unreceptive.

"Andy you oka…"

She cut him off before he had a chance to finish.

"I realised something when I was stuck in agonizing pain for almost two hours today, I realised that this isn't going to work" She stated.

He put his hands on hers "Andy wait, is this because I couldn't get out of my court work… I mean it's my job there's nothing I could have done"

"It's not only that Luke. Yeah you should have been there for me, like I would expect you to be. But you weren't really the one I wanted there. Or rather the one I needed there." She whispered the last bit.

"You needed him right?" He asked carefully watching her nervously shift her weight from side to side. "I knew it, you've been off with me for a while now but even more so in the last week or rather since he left. I should have seen it coming, all those glances and smiles at each other and all those lovely little chats in the locker room… Heck I was probably the only person in the station who really didn't realise it" He spat at her.

"Luke it isn't like that. I didn't even realise what I felt until today, but either way there's no use in us bickering here. It's over. We're done. I've packed a bag and I'll stay at my dad's house. I'll pick the rest up when you're working tomorrow." She turned and began to head for the door before turning back "And I put the ring back in the lock box, you know where I found it." And with that she headed out the door.

End of flashback

Remembering how loudly she had slammed that door behind her brought her back into the present. She'd been in her old apartment for a month now, and everything was placed where it needed to be. Pictures hung up, a grocery filled fridge and no unpacked boxes in sight. She was proud at how well she'd handled everything these past two months. No near-death experiences at work, no screaming matches with Luke, nothing.

She found her mind wandering as to what he would be doing now. Talking to some smack-head in an alleyway… burrowing money away under his mattress… reading Moby Dick…. Lying on h….And before she knew it she'd drifted back into sleep.