A/N: And now we are changing POV's. Just because I'm trying to make sense of Andy's head this season. Here's what I came up with.

She takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants
She's ahead of her time

"I fight to the death, and I win. Pop." She says, firing off one last shot at a bale of hay and turning around to walk with her fellow victors, her teammates. Today she feels good, confident.

Marlo wasn't her. He said that. She was something else entirely. What Andy chose to believe, she wasn't someone he could love. He was safe this way. Things were simple this way. But she learned her lesson a long time ago, simple wasn't enough.

If that fact making her happy, made her a bad person. She was okay with that. Marlo seemed nice enough. From what she could tell she was focused, well seasoned cop, smart. It killed her to admit, but she was pretty too.

But Sam Swarek was... not always easy. It wasn't always easy to be on the receiving end of his silence, or guessing what mood he's in. Sometimes it was painfully obvious, other times it was like the flick of a switch.

She could wait. She was the first person Sam had admitted to loving...

If what a psychic said was right.

"You think she's talking about paint ball?"

"I think she's talking about Sam Swarek."

And she never gives out
And she never gives in
She just changes her mind

"Is that your talent, McNally? Pointing out the obvious?"

It stings... a little bit. Him indirectly acknowledging that his girlfriend is great. Which she recognizes to be ridiculous. Because of course you should find the person you're seeing great...

Still.

He'd never said as much about her. She was gullible, awesome, she didn't think at all, or she thought too much. She was a rookie. But she wasn't great, funny, smart...

Marlo was.

"No." She says, trying to stop both herself from running down the list, and Sam from maybe adding to the compliments.

He waits expectantly, like he really thinks she's about to tell him that her talent is flying, or screwing every little aspect of her life up. They might be more believable to him. And yet-

"I know when to quit." She shrugs, figuring he can believe that much. He'd know best how good she is at walking away.

She needed that time, during that undercover, she needed to get out of her head, to escape...

But she up and left, and she hasn't missed a day without regretting not telling him. He had at least deserved to know. Maybe then she wouldn't have expected him to be... there when she came home. She'd figured six months away and all her feelings would dissolve...

She was wrong. Seeing his face again, seeing his huge smile of relief. She wanted everything to just fall back into place, she wanted to hear what he had told her six months ago. This time she'd be ready to hear it. Stable enough to accept it. Reciprocate it... properly.

So yeah. She knows it's time to quit.

"I know when the odds are against me, and when to walk away."

She hears her voice waver a little, and could kick herself for it.

She can't be the person who holds on in a one sided fight. She needs to let him go. She needs to let him explore this... this simplicity that has made him happy.

He's not even speaking, he's not even looking her in the eye at this point. She's said her peace, and now it's time to go.

She shakes her arm a little, trying to awaken it from its sleep while it hung by her side holding her heavy bag.

She is frequently kind
And she's suddenly cruel

"McNally-"

"What if I don't want to follow your rules Sam?" She asks.

Today was too much, it was too close. And for what? A guy who made her a promise he couldn't keep?

She dropped everything, left her partner, to help a cover up.

She's been on the wrong side of these rules before, without any intention of anyone suffering the consequences. That's what things were like when they were together when he was under. They were wrong, but how could they have known how it was going to end? This... felt oddly like that.

She was already at fault. She had already broken the rules when she decided to respect Marlo's secret. But she had it under control, she was fine.

And then she fell in love with Sam.

Her Sam.

"What if I just want to follow the normal ones?"

Everything had been going fine up until today. She actually thought that with time, the things she had now could be normal. That maybe their separate lives were going to stay separate and they were moving forward, without each other.

But then he had to ask this of her. And she had to help. She had to do what her gut was telling her, and she hated that it was telling her to help him.

"Be straightforward... and hard working..." She knows she's not talking about the rules anymore, or a way to live her life. She's talking about the person that's by her side now.

He is all of those things, so why, why can't she seem to follow them? Why does she have to keep following her gut?

Why is he still so important to her? Why is it that she comes just because he calls?

"And open."

Why couldn't he have just been that for her. Why did this have to follow her, years later.

"Andy." He says, his voice, her name, causing her to turn away when she really just wants to get away from the whole thing. "Thank you for today. I mean that."

She knows he does.

"I didn't do it for you."

And she doesn't.

She can do as she pleases
She's nobody's fool

He's right there. He's tangible. And he's saying that she's worth the wait.

She hasn't felt it.

No one else has bothered waiting.

If only he were another man, they were the words she's wanted to hear for a really long time, and after a day like today... she needed them.

Sam is so unaffected. He can put his head down despite her distress and go on with his day and yeah, she was a little sensitive, it was distressing. She, a cop, lost her best friends son. It was one of the worst days of her life.

She's confused. She's alone, and he's... he's not. At the end of the day, he has someone to talk to. Or not talk to... as it most likely seems.

Then again he's- he's different with her. He'll hug her at work, kiss her in the break room, tuck her under his arm when they walk together.

She never needed any of those things, there were plenty of those moments when they were alone. He made her feel everything he could never say.

But if that's how he was with her... maybe they were more than she'd thought.

She's been alone... for months, while he's been with her, moving on. She's been chasing someone who didn't want her any more. And the more that thought haunted her, the more she thought she deserved to do something reckless.

And now... he's right in front of her. Saying words that she's been aching to hear for a long time.

So to hell with it.

What the hell.