"Hey honey," Nick replied as he walked over to where Andy was. She stood up, smile on her face and gazing into his eyes. He bent down and kissed her. Not just tentative kisses, kisses that said God I've missed you. She pulled back and had that star struck look on her face. Like she was totally in love with the guy and didn't want to take her eyes off of him.

She tried to get that smile to reach her eyes, but it didn't quite reach. "I've missed you. So much." They were at her work and Nick had just returned from Afghanistan for two weeks. 2 weeks that Andy had spent looking over her back every second. Two weeks of being scared absolutely shitless, and that was coming from an undercover cop. Two weeks of hoping he'd come back. What she said to him wasn't a lie, she had missed him.

"Did I miss anything?" Nick asked, as he sat on the edge of her desk. He played with her hand as she smiled at him. For him, it was two weeks of torture. Two weeks of wanting to be with her. Two weeks of absolute hell in Afghanistan. Two weeks of hoping he wouldn't be killed, either by an IED or his own fucking boss. Two weeks of worrying about her, not having backup or anything. She had become so much more than just a colleague.

Andy rolled her eyes. "I just can't wait to see you at home, honey," she replied. "I've got some very good news to share for you."

"Hey Anderson," her boss exclaimed. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

Andy pretended to look surprised. "Thank you. It's so good to see Jonathon. Two weeks is way too long."

Her boss smiled. "I know how it is, honey. Enjoy every minute you have with him."

She grabbed her stuff and smiled at Nick. He grabbed her hand as they walked through the office and Andy exhaled loudly as they got outside. She looked over her back, to make sure they weren't being followed. Being UC had made her pretty paranoid. She swallowed as he opened the car door for her and she climbed inside as he started it up and made his way to their apartment in Gatineau.

"How was Afghanistan?" Andy asked, once they were in the apartment. Weekly bug checks made sure they weren't being watched.

Nick threw his stuff in their room and sat on the couch. "Buy is tomorrow. That's why I am back."

"What do you mean tomorrow?" Andy sat on the edge of the couch. "Tomorrow?"

He sighed. "Well considering what I loaded on that airplane… we have enough for a huge bust."

"Did you call Cox?"

Nick nodded. "But the bigger shipment is coming later in the week. He wants us to wait. But the problem is, is that the exchange is taking place in Toronto. We're expected to be there tonight, well that's the most logical anyways. Kevin said he'd reimubrse me for a hotel."

"Nick. Where in Toronto?" Andy asked.

"Rail yard. Taking it off the plane at the airport, bringing it to the rail yard. Eastern corner is good for taking apart humvee's and what's inside."

Andy closed her eyes. "You do realize the rail yard is in 15th's division."

"Yeah."

She swallowed. "Are you acting as the agent? And me with the insurance documents and shipping manifests?"

He nodded again. For the last six months, Jonathon Hamilton had been working for a private security firm. Some of it was legit, some not. The company also repaired humvee's and other equipment for the Canadian Army in Gatineau. And in those shipments of humvee's, they would stash guns, opium and vice versa. Andy was working as Nicole Anderson, in an insurance company, owned by the boss, Kevin Dunham's wife, Sheryl. There she falsified shipping manifests and insurance documents to suit Kevin's needs.

"When are we supposed to leave for Toronto?"

Nick looked at the clock. "Now. I told Kevin we'd come down ourselves. Stay outside 15's area. Buy is scheduled for 4 am."

Andy exhaled. "Kevin going to be there?"

Nick nodded again. "Everyone. On both sides. This is just a little transaction compared to the one next week. Trust me, I put the shit in the Humvee's." Jonathon had told Kevin about some clients who were interested in some guns and some opium and the business had just grown form there. Only six months in, Jonathon Hamilton was Kevin's right hand man and Kevin always went straight to Nicole for insurance documents.

"We better get going," Andy replied, moving towards the bedroom. "Did Cox say he was going to talk to Callaghan?"

"No. I don't know if we should call him or not."

She leaned against the doorway. "Luke told us no contact, even him. Everything goes through Cox."

"I sure hope this doesn't come back to bite us on the ass," Nick commented, throwing more clothes into Andy's bag. Most of his clothes were disgusting from Afghanistan and they didn't have time to do a load of wash.

The drive was filled by silence mainly. The radio played and they'd sometimes sing to the song. Andy was driving as Nick had just spent 18 hours on a cargo plane from Afghanistan. She stuck to the speed limit, not wanting to get pulled over. She chose a motel pretty far from where the meet was taking place, in 34's area. No chance of being recognized.

3 am dawned early and Nick and Andy were on pins and needles as they got everything they needed. As Nick drove, he reached for Andy's hand. "It's going to be okay," he told her. This was the first major buy they had done. Nick had done some smaller drug buys for his contacts but other than that, they had laid low. Until now.

The road was familiar and Andy sucked in a huge breath as Nick drove into the rail yard. She felt like she was going to throw up. Really throw up. She was so nervous. Nicole was a flighty type so Andy tried to remember she had to be Nicole. Not a cop. She was Nicole Anderson, Jonathon's wife of 2 years. Everything was going to be okay.

They got out of the car and Kevin was already waiting, doors open to the back of the semi. "Good morning Jonathon and Nicole," he greeted. "Coffee is over there."

Both of them took the coffee eagerly and waited for Nick's contact to arrive. His arm was around her, keeping her warm because of the chilly early morning air. Five minutes later, the head enforcer of the Kings Gang, more of a biker gang than anything, showed up. Andy felt a little less nervous as both parties were here.

"Shall we get started?" Nick asked. "You have the money?" He asked Ringo. That was the name he had gone by. No last name. Just Ringo.

"I do," Ringo replied, carrying a suitcase. "You have the guns?"

Kevin nodded. "In here. Nicole, those shipping manifests and insurance documents work?"

"They haven't called me yet, sir."

Kevin nodded. "Good work. Jonathon, can you give me a hand?" Kevin asked, going into the semi, to retrieve the guns and opium, stashed in different parts of the Humvee. Ringo waited patiently by the door and Nicole just turned her head and pretended she didn't see anything. Ringo's bodyguard stood by the car, and a couple of Kevin's men were around the perimeter.

Andy was just about to breathe a sigh of relief as Kevin and Nick handed some guns to Ringo, when the word "Police. Don't move, put up your hands," was heard. She turned around to see Dov Epstein uttering those threats.

Andy glanced away and slowly put up her hands and then she heard Kevin's reply. "Run Nicole!" So she did. She took off. She knew someone would be following her and didn't bother to look behind her. She ran around shipping containers, down the tracks and rounded another shipping container to come face to face with plain clothed and very pissed off Sam Swarek.

He had his gun drawn on her. "Don't move. You're under arrest," he also read her the rights she had and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. He turned to Diaz, who was still breathing hard from his chase on Andy. "Diaz. Book her. I'm going to see what's going on."

"Wait. Since I know you aren't going to search me, I mind as well give you my gun," Andy protested. Swarek and Diaz both turned to her in surprise as Sam walked over and took the gun out of the waistband of her jeans.

"First good thing you've done," Sam muttered as he put the gun in his own jeans and walked away.

Diaz turned to Andy and smiled apologetically. "Watch your head, miss," he told her as she climbed in the back. She knew Kevin's man, Kenny, had also run but she didn't know if they caught him yet. Chris got in the front seat and looked in his rear view mirror. "Didn't expect you to be here."

"You weren't supposed to," she said.

The rest of the way was silent, Diaz didn't know what to say and Andy was furious for them ruining their UC. Sure they had got Kevin and Ringo, but the big bust was supposed to be next week, not this morning. She really wondered who tipped them off. Or if this was Cox's way of closing down the operation.

What she wasn't looking forward to, was explaining all of this to a pissed off Sam Swarek. And she was going to chew out Callaghan for the way things went down. And she just wanted someone to hold her and reassure her everything was going to be alright. Knowing what she was going to face when she stepped inside 15 again was making her more nervous than earlier, at the buy.