A/N: So I mention different places in NY multiple times in this story. I've never been to NY, and I haven't even looked at a map. So I can guarantee you I will not put addresses, and I will get every single reference wrong.
I don't own Blue Bloods.
Anna POV
I was on the way to the grocery store when I realized I never changed out of last night's clothes. I turned the corner, and headed over to my favorite clothing store. The people inside the store looked t me a little weird, but they had seen me do this before. I bought some casual clothes and threw my old clothes in the trash; I knew I would never get the ash stains out.
I walked over to a different grocery store, and got all the things I needed. I got in a taxi, and told him to go to my studio. I gave the food to Martha, and was going to start painting again when my phone rang. It was Samantha, my lawyer and my best friend, "Hey Sam. What's up?"
"Well we all have lunch at the same time today. We were wondering if you were too busy painting to come join us?"
I laughed, "Where are you? How long were you three there until you decided to call little old me?"
She laughed even harder, "Open the door."
I walked over to the door, and looked out the peephole. "Oh my God," I opened the door, and all three of my best friends were standing outside the door.
"It's been eight months to the day, and your cancer hasn't come back. We all thought you needed a stiff drink." They all held up two bottles of wine each. "Food is being delivered here in five minutes. So you better not say no."
I started laughing really hard and waved them all in. "Give me a minute to clean up. I've got a table in here somewhere that we can use. And I would hardly call wine a stiff drink."
Aimee spoke up, "Don't we like seeing your gallery in the state it is now. It's moreā¦.you. And considering you rarely drink, it might as well be."
I looked at her like she was crazy, "Yeah, 'cause this disorganized mess describes me. And the only reason I don't drink is because most people can drink me under the table."
Jennifer looked at me, "I've seen your house. This describes you perfectly. And we plan on drinking you under the table." We all laughed.
"Fine; but when I become a millionaire, you all are getting nothing. Then I'll hire you to come clean this place for me."
They threw their coats in various places, making sure there wasn't any paint nearby, and started looking for a corkscrew. I looked around at my paintings on the floors, and on the walls, "I think I should have an art expo. Sell some of these old things." Everyone froze, and Sam walked over towards me. She grabbed my arm, and was looking at my most recent painting. To an untrained eye, it was abstract. But to my friends, they all saw that it was a broken catheter. It looked like the one I had the last time I was in the hospital. Aimee and Jennifer came over by me. I slowly sat down, "Eight months is the longest I've gone without having to get treatment in a long time." I started sobbing, and all three of them leaned in to hug some part of my body. Sam had her arms wrapped around my stomach, and I grabbed onto her arms for dear life.
Eventually Aimee got up to go get my corkscrew when I told her where it was. They let go of me, but we all sat in a circle. We hardly talked, and only drank a bottle. Jennifer looked over at me, "We took the day off." She had a tear running down her face, but she was smiling, "We all needed to celebrate. Let's go shopping. Then we can go back to your place and drink the remaining bottles. Does that sound good?"
I nodded, and stood up. Aimee handed me a tissue, and gave me some makeup. "Go fix your mascara, its running." We all laughed; I was barely wearing any makeup at all.
By the time I got out of the bathroom they had cleaned up the glasses, and put the bottle in the recycling. I looked at them gratefully, I didn't want the wine accidentally getting on a painting. Sam squeezed my hand, and we left.
