A/N: Okay, before I say anything else, I'm really, really sorry it's been so long. School is starting up again and I've had so much to deal with. But here's chapter ten, so read, review, and enjoy! And hopefully I'll have eleven up in less time than I took to write this one!

"Frank, we just need you to come in for a few minutes." Sam voice said through the phone. Noelle looked up at her new husband and shook her head fervently, then returned to kissing along his neck. He looked at her regretfully and lifted himself off of her. She looked up at him, grumbling, but adjusted her shirt and sat upright on the bed.
"Okay, Sam, we'll be there in a few minutes," Frank rolled his eyes and tugged Noelle up by her hand so she stood against him. He closed the phone and leaned down so her mouth was right beneath his. "We'll finish this when we get back," he rumbled against her. She smiled and nodded.

Twenty minutes later, Frank and Noelle were walking through a pitch black 15 Division. Confused, Frank yelled for the team. "Swarek? Shaw? McNally? Peck? Epstein? Dias? What the hell's going on? Is there another blackout?"
They entered the Parade Room, and suddenly, the lights flipped on and the entire Division jumped out from underneath desks and behind corners, yelling, "Welcome back!" Frank blinked harshly, then shook his head with a bemused smile on his face before opening his eyes again.
"I should have known."
Sam stepped forward, grinning like the cat who ate the canary. "Yeah, you should have known."
Frank shook his head at his friend again. "So this is what you decide to do with your night off? Throw a surprise welcome back for me and my new wife?" He pulled Noelle into his side and smiled down at her. By that time, everyone else in the room was mingling and talking amongst themselves, waiting for the couple to break away from Sam and join the party.
Andy leaned her hip against one of the tables that held the refreshments. So far, their undercover mission had proved fairly pointless. Since the first day, none of them had really learned anything about the case. Nick had gotten in with the Mickey Cobras, but hadn't been able to weed out the evidence he needed yet. Being a cop, the demonstration was actually a lot easier than they had anticipated. They were able to stick someone in a bullet proof vest and have Nick shoot him, aiming in only the area of the vest. And, being cops, they were able to get an actor who had no qualms about hoodwinking the gang.
But the undercover apartment was much less fun than Andy had anticipated. She thought she'd be able to rub her relationship with Nick in Sam's face, just to get him back for what he'd done to her with Marlo. But he didn't seem to care. Every time she kissed Nick, or made a point of being couple-y with him, Sam seemed emotionless. And not emotionless in the way that she could tell something was wrong. Emotionless, as in just… normal. And that pissed her off. He should at least have the decency to act like their relationship was still upsetting him as it should have been.
But that was just it. It wasn't still upsetting him. Hell, maybe it never upset him.
She couldn't afford to think that way. She knew he'd cared about her. She knew it had hurt him to see her leave. She had no right to expect him to still feel that way when both of then had moved on to new people. Both of them were able to be with other people and function the way they should, with no messed up guilt or resentment for things in their pasts that still affected their presents. Things with Marlo and Nick were… easy. Happy. Light.
Andy didn't have to worry that she was going to have to face serious repercussions in the relationship because the relationship wasn't serious. And Sam didn't have to worry that he would get home one day and find Marlo gone along with his heart because he knew that her leaving wouldn't break his heart. It might bruise his ego, but it wouldn't break his heart. Andy was still the only one who'd managed to do that. Or so she hoped. She had to mentally scold herself again for making assumptions about his relationship with Marlo.
Trying to get her mind off her musings, she turned around and grabbed a piece of cake from the refreshments table. Stuffing her face with sugar had always made her feel better. She sighed, trying to think of something other than her ex-boyfriend and her current boyfriend and their stupid ass male testosterone-motivated pissing contest. Sure, Sam didn't care that she was now dating Nick. But he sure as hell cared that Nick was doing better on the case than he was. That just made her feel so much better.
Sighing again, she stabbed her cake with her fork and turned back to observe the party. She was happy Frank was back. Not that it really applied to her then, as she'd be going back undercover in about three hours, but she knew it would take a lot of the stress off of the detectives and senior officers who were trying to delegate and yet solve the mystery that was plaguing the Division. And, of court, she missed Frank. He and Oliver had been like surrogate father figures for her.
"Hey." Nick's voice floated into her ear as he pressed a kiss to the side of her cheek. She smiled as she felt his warmth all along her back. He was all hard, solid, hot muscle, and she loved the feeling in her chest whenever she was around him, where she just felt safe.
She turned back and saw him grinning at her like a kid in a candy store. "You look like you're having fun."
"I am." His smile grew wider, if that was at all possible. "I finally feel like I don't have to hide anything from anyone."
"Oh yeah?" She smiled and leaned up so he could gently press his lips to hers. "Well, you know, I don't actually hate it either."
"Wow, I'm overwhelmed with your flood of emotion." She shook her head at his sarcasm.
"You're ridiculous, you know that?" He kissed her again and carefully put down her slice of cake before pulling back and dragging her to the center of the floor to dance.
Hmmm. Maybe all she needed to forget about Sam was… Nick.

Sam sat across the room, his back resting against a table. He watched as Andy danced with and kissed Nick in the center of the room. His jaw clenched and unclenched. A moment later, someone stepped up beside him, someone small and delicate in stature. He didn't move his head, unable to look away from the scene in front of him. He had no right to be jealous, he knew that. But he kind of always thought she'd be there, waiting for him if or when he and Marlo were done.
"You know this is your fault right?" The soft voice said from beside him.
"What the hell was I supposed to do, Sarah?" He still found himself unable to look away.
"You were supposed to wait until you were over her to move on to a different girl." Why was it that his sister always managed to make him feel like a stupid teenager? "But you didn't. You moved on to a perfectly good, nice girl to get over her. And that's why you still feel like this."
"So what now, Sarah? What am I supposed to do?" He finally turned to face his sister. As strange as it was for a grown man, he always turned to her when he wasn't sure of what he needed to do. It seemed to him like she knew everything.
"Now you do what's right and break up with Marlo."
"What?" He looked at her in complete and utter confusion. "How is that what's right? That would completely break her heart!" He had no clue why Sarah thought this was going to fix everything, but it sure as hell didn't seem like a good plan to him. Sure, everything seemed easy in the relationship, but relationships with no strings had a tendency to develop them, at least on one side. And he had had a feeling for a while that Marlo had feelings…. Okay, so he had known for a while that she had feelings. Maybe he had even been leading her on. But it still didn't seem like a good idea to break up with her.
"You're still with her. You're telling her you're still willing to be in this relationship. And you're not. The only relationship you're willing to be in right now is the one you and Andy used to have. And it's going to take you a long time to get over her. It's going to suck. But at least it's only going to suck for you."
He turned his head again, back to face Andy and Nick where they were slowly swaying back and forth on the floor. Maybe Sarah was right.

Chloe stood at the side of the room next to the punch bowl. So far, nothing extremely interesting had happened. Sam was wired. He thought no one could tell that he was still in love with Andy, but everyone knew.
Glancing around her, she noticed Gail on the other side of the punch bowl, glaring at her. Glancing side to side, she made sure there was no one else around before turning back to Gail. "You got a problem?"
"Yeah, I do," Gail snapped back. "It's not with you. It's with men in general."
Chloe raised her eyebrows. "I share your sentiment. Except mine is with one guy in particular, but you know, same thing."
"I just… I wish there was some way to just make them see how we feel. Why do they not understand subtlety?"
"They're men. Subtle for them is bright neon letters."
"It's just… Ugh!" Gail groaned and dropped her head back. Chloe smirked as she watched Gail struggle with the worldwide plague that was the male species. Maybe she could do something to help…
She turned to Gail as the other woman lifted her head, smirking. Before Gail could get anything out of her mouth, Chloe had sealed her lips over Gail's. A short, shocking moment later, Chloe pulled back. She walked away, grinning hugely. "Maybe men just aren't for you." Gail stared after the other woman in shock as she walked away, the sassy sway of her hips exaggerated in her cockiness. A few minutes later, Dov wandered over to pour a ladle of punch into his plastic cup. He discreetly pulled a small flask out of his pocket and let a small stream fall into the cup. He tilted the flask her way, but she shook her head, the glare returning to her face.
He squinted at her, confused. "What the hell's wrong with you?"
"You!" She whispered. But her whisper was harsh. "You are my fucking problem, Epstein! What the hell's wrong with you?"
He stared at her in complete and utter confusion. "Me? What'd I do?"
"You had sex with Chloe!"
He smirked. "And judging by that kiss I just witnessed, you're… jealous?"
"You saw that?" She was taken aback. It kind of put a dent in her anger to hear that he was joking with her about a kiss that had been forced upon her. She knew, now that the initial shock had worn off, that Chloe wanted to make her consider going with women, but that wasn't happening. The kiss wasn't that good.
"Yeah, I saw that." He chuckled and took a sip of his spiked drink. "So, you and Chloe, huh? I thought that was just a me thing."
She glared and shook her head. "You're an asshole."
"Why am I an asshole?" He looked offended, and she had no clue why. She was the ice queen. It wasn't exactly a surprise that she was insulting him.
"Because you slept with her!" Her voice broke. "You slept with her and not me, and you can't seem to see that all I wanted was for you to notice me." She turned away, not wanting him to see the weakness in her eyes. She was the ice queen. She had an image to uphold.
"Notice you?" He grabbed her arm and spun her back around. "Notice you, Gail? I was half in love with you before Nick came back. God knows I noticed you. I noticed you when you were with Chris. I noticed you when you were with Nick." HIs voice lowered. "I notice you now."
"God, you don't get it, do you?" She rolled her eyes.
"Get what? God, Gail, you're not making any sense! What don't I get?"
"Sure, you notice me. But you don't notice me. You always choose someone else over me. Like Chloe."
"That's because you always chose someone else over me!" She spun around, waving her hand.
"You know what, Epstein? I'm done." He watched her walk away, still confused. Half the time, Gail confused the hell out of him even when they weren't talking feelings. Adding female emotion and hormones into that just made him feel even more out of his depth. He shook his head. It would work itself out.

"You sure you're okay with missing the welcome back party?" Luke sat in 15 Division, next to Traci. Both of them had elected to work late on the cases. Luke couldn't stand seeing Andy with both Sam and Nick more than he did every day when he monitored their undercover work. Traci just really wanted to bring some closure to her life. She couldn't move on until she knew the part of her life that involved Jerry was over.
"Yeah, I'm sure." She breathed out a heavy sigh. "I just… I need to get this done, Luke. I need it closed." He saw the sincerity in her eyes, the desperation to figure out what was threatening not only her, but the whole Division.
"Okay." He nodded, looking straight back into her eyes. "Okay, so we've been operating under the assumption that the note you received was connected to the undercover operation. We should figure out if that's really true. Because if not, we have way more on our hands than we thought. And a gang case is enough, so as awful as that sounds, we gotta hope there's a connection there."
She nodded solemnly. "We know that the guy who killed Jerry has gang connections and knows who killed those two guys at the drugstore. Would the gang have access to a calligrapher with those kinds of forfeit skills? I mean, that thing tricked me, there's no way an amateur did that."
"The Mickey Cobras? Hell yeah, they would. Trace, they run half of Toronto." He shook his head. "We know they're connected. We just have to prove it. So how?"
"What kinds of calligraphers do this kind of work?" She ruffled through a few papers on the desk until she found a photocopy of the letter she'd been sent. "We can narrow down the search to them. Maybe we can get a description out of one of them."
Luke nodded slowly. "Process of elimination. Right. That's good. Alright, let's look them up."
Four hours later, at a quarter past three in the morning, Traci slumped back in her seat. "So there he is." She pulled a photocopy of a faxed sketch from the machine. They'd made calls, eliminated possible calligraphers until they'd found which one the gang must have used, and managed to ring enough of a bell and scare the guy into line enough to provide a description over the phone to a sketch artist. The sketch had then been faxed to them.
"We found him." Luke stood and looked over Traci's shoulder. "So, who the hell is he?" She shook her head, unable to answer his question.

"Okay, everyone, first order of business." Frank's voice boomed from the front of the Parade Room. "Thank you all for the welcome back party last Friday night. I know we all had a good time, despite the interruption to my private time with my wife." A chuckle ran through the crowd at Frank's playful guilt trip. "Next up, you all know Detectives Callaghan and Nash got a sketch of the guy who sent the note to Nash. No name, but that was to be expected. We don't usually get names off of gang cases, or at least, not real ones. For the majority of you, this means nothing. You'll continue on patrol as usual. Dias, Shaw, and Cruz, you three will be taken off normal patrol to sweep the city for information. You're looking for anyone the recognizes the sketch or has any information about the double homicide or Jerry's death. Any information could be helpful."
Chris, Oliver, and Marlo nodded silently as they accepted their task. "Okay, everyone, that's all for today. Serve, protect, and figure this shit out."
They all stood to check car assignments. Chris, Oliver, and Marlo turned to face each other. "Okay, I'm just going to say it," Chris said after a silent and heavy moment. "Who's riding in the back?"