The next two days at the set went without any major 'situations'. Amy said nothing about our kiss or the rumors floating around about us dating. Ryan was still a jerk, but he stayed away from us.

On our last day at the set (and in Hollywood), the season finale of L.A. Detectives was wrapping up. Amy told us there were only a few scenes left to shoot (one of them being the infamous kiss between her and Ryan). After that, there'd be a wrap party, and we were welcome to stay for it. As we watched the final scenes being shot, there was almost a surreal feeling in the studio, almost like the room itself felt sad.

The current scene wrapped and break was called. Amy came over to us.

"So," Lily said. "The kissing scene is next, right?"

Amy tried to hide her grimace. "Yeah. And then the season's over."

"Kind of a bittersweet moment, huh?" I asked.

Amy shrugged. "I guess. Marshall, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Marshall looked kind of surprised, but nodded and followed Amy.

"I wonder what that's about." Robin asked. Just then Carrie, the Kraft food service lady came by with a cart of food. She offered us some cookies, and our attention was diverted from Amy and Marshall. He came back to us a few minutes later, while Amy went to talk to Gretchen.

"Hey, baby." Lily said. "Want a cookie?" Marshall looked somewhat upset, but took a cookie.

"What'd Amy want?" I asked. Marshall shook his head. "What, is it a secret?"

"Quiet on the set!" called the director.

"Yeah, quiet, Ted." Marshall said, taking an extremely large bite of cookie.

We all watched as the final scene progressed in front of us. Finally, the moment arrived. Ryan leaned into Amy, and their lips met. "Jealous, Ted?" Barney asked.

"Are you?" I asked.

After a few seconds, the director called 'Cut!', and they broke apart. "Set the scene again." The director called.

Amy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Ryan looked appalled. "What, am I not as good as your new loser boyfriend?"

"Not even close." Amy said. And even though she said it to piss Ryan off, I swelled with pride. I was a better kisser than a TV star.

The scene ran again. And again. And again. By the sixth time, I thought Amy was going to vomit. A few minutes later, the director yelled 'cut'. "That's a wrap!" he said. "Great job, everyone. Time to party!"

A laugh made its way through the crowd. "Just a minute." Amy said. "There's something I want to say." Everyone turned to Amy, waiting. "I've been a part of this show for many years, since it started in fact. And it's been fun. But the show doesn't hold anything for me anymore." She looked around at the faces of the cast and crew. "As of tonight, I'm leaving L.A. Detectives."

A gasp went through the crowd. "You can't do that." The director said. "Your contract is good for another year."

"That's what I thought, too." Amy said. "Until I had someone look it over." Amy turned to us. "My friend Marshall found a loop-hole. I can get out now."

We all looked at Marshall. Now he looked like he was going to be sick.

The director looked furious. "Kinser, I want to see you and your… friend in my office. Now."

Amy nodded. "Marshall?"

Marshall swallowed and went over to Amy. They followed the director away. The rest of us stood in awkward, stunned silence. Amy Kinser had just quit L.A. Detectives.

About half an hour later, Amy and Marshall came back. The rest of the cast and crew had already started to party. We had decided to keep to ourselves.

"So?" I asked.

"I'm off the show." Amy said with a smile. "I'm going to go clean out my dressing room and then we can leave."

"What about the party?" Lily asked. "This is your last one for this show."

"We'll make our own." Amy said, heading for her room. I decided to follow her a few minutes later. I finally found her room and knocked on the door. "Come in."

I opened the door and found Amy sitting in front of her mirror. She looked at me in the reflection. "Hey, Ted."

"Hey," I said. I noticed a few small tubs sitting on the floor. "So… you really quit."

"I had to."

"I don't blame you." I said. "So… what are you going to do now?"

"Oh, let's not think about the future." She said, peeling a few pictures from the mirror. "Let's stay rooted in the present."

I glanced at one of the pictures on her mirror. It was a picture of when she'd been in New York. All of us grouped around our usual booth at MacLaren's. "What don't you come back to our room tonight?" I said.

Amy smiled and turned towards me. "Thanks." She said, standing up to hug me.

"For what?"

"Everything. For being so… understanding. So cool. About everything."

"That's what friends are for."

Amy looked into my eyes. Then she bent down and picked up her tubs. We walked back to the studio. Amy hugged a few people, gave Ryan a dirty look, and walked out. Just like that.

Kyle looked up as we approached the limo. "I got your text." He said to Amy. "No wrap party?"

"We're going to make our own fun." Amy said. Kyle called in a food order for us and drove us to the hotel.

"After you bring the food, can you run these to my apartment?" Amy said, motioning to her tubs.

"Sure." Kyle said, driving off.

Once in the suite, we were kind of hovering around Amy. "Guys, I'm fine. It was my decision to quit." She looked at us all. "It's for the best."

I went to my bedroom to get the shirt. I'd put it in a laundry bag. I handed it to Amy. "This is from all of us."

"Dirty laundry?" Amy joked. She pulled the shirt out. As she looked at our hand-written sentiments, a tear welled up in each eye. "Thank you. So much."

"Now you have your own piece of New York." I said.

Amy wiped her eyes. "I… I have something I need to tell you guys."

"Oh, God. You're pregnant!" Barney said.

Amy stared at him. "Really?"

"You've shown all the signs. Nausea, tiredness, weight-"

"You will want to choose your next words carefully." Amy said.

Barney swallowed. "You were saying?"

Amy took a deep breath. "I'm moving to New York."