AN: Hi guys! Thank you for reading. I hope you like it.

Next shift after the funeral came way to soon for Andy's liking. It was as she was stuck in the same situation over and over. One in which she has to face the team, against her will, after a traumatic experience. Of course, she knew they were trying to help her, which should be appreciated, but for her, it didn't feel beneficial at all.

"Morning Captain. Can I come in?" Herrera asked, seeing Bishop's office door opened. "Sure. How you doing?" She cared. "I'm ok. I just came here to tell you that I'm ready to be back on wherever you need me."

Maya frowned and scoped her, searching for any signs of struggle. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes" Was the lieutenant's simple answer. "Andy, we didn't get to talk the day you told me and I was worried about you." Bishop started, truly interested in Andy's wellbeing. "I'm ok. I'm not...uh...you know." Herrera hesitated, while Maya continued to keep her eyes fixed on her, trying to figure out what she wasn't telling her. "Did something happen?" "No, no. I just...never was." Andy replied, quickly, wanting to ease her captain's concern and to end the questioning as soon as possible. "Does the chief know about this?" Bishop asked from nowhere, not being able to shake the feeling that something bigger was going on with her and had been for a long time. "What does that have to do with anything?" She wanted to know, visibly offended, which basically confirmed Maya's theory. "I don't know, Andy. I just...you're not talking to me, or to anyone. You told me you might be pregnant and now you're not. You look...lost and I'm trying to help you, I'm not sure how and I can feel that you probably don't want me to, but I'm really trying to help you here." Maya raved. "No, he doesn't know." Herrera gave in, avoiding eye contact. "Andy…"

"There's nothing to tell, Maya. I thought...I was wrong. That's it." She claimed, defensively. "I'd like to know, Andy." Bishop said, calmly, hoping that her advice would lead to a deeper talk that she felt her friend needed to have with her husband, as she could tell that this whole issue was causing her more pain than she'd admit. Obviously, there was a lot more going on, that she wasn't aware of yet. "Well, you're not him, so…"

"I know that, Andy. And I know you, and I know that you tend to keep things to yourself. Maybe to protect him or something, because he's going through a lot. Or maybe you're still mad at him about coming clean without telling you or whatever. But this...I'm not sure why, it's hurting you someway. So, I think you should talk to him. That's all I'm saying."

"Ok" Herrera merely responded, not wanting to say anything else which would extend that uncomfortable conversation. "Good." Bishop paused for a few seconds, but decided to follow the noticeable wish of her lieutenant to change the subject. "You were already assigned to Aid Car today, so I'm gonna keep it this way and we'll see next shift." Andy nodded in agreement and was prepared to leave the office, when she heard Maya speak again. "Also, you'll be paired up with Warren, since the PRT is not available for now. Is that ok?"

"Sure" She lied.

Of all days she had been on Aid Car, it had to be that one, right after her father's funeral and Miller's encounter with her husband, when she was paired up with no other than Warren. The truth was that, initially, she wasn't mad at him, she didn't even know he had been the one to prompt Sullivan's confession back then, but she found out everything later, during the fight that had led to her current status of loneliness.

The alarm sounded while they were all in the beanery and it was a call for Warren and Herrera, so they both stood up quickly and left under the worried looks of the rest of the team, who were just putting two and two together in that very moment.

Although it wasn't a difficult case, it took longer than they had expected, because there were multiple victims, all of them with minor injuries but which required a further check out. So they had to attend them all until another two ambulances came to pick them up.

As they were patching up their wounds, Ben got tired of the polite but uncomfortable monosyllabic conversation they were having.

"I'm sorry, Andy. I never thought about how all this would affect you….well to be fair, at first I didn't know you two were…you know." He started, at the same time he was putting a bandage in a guy's arm. "Ok" She answered, distractedly. "Look, I don't have anything against you or Sullivan. I, actually, miss him." "Yeah, I miss him too" She thought. "I know my timing sucked, but I wanted him to do the right thing. I never…" Warren continued, but wasn't sure of how to finish. "Ok. I get that." Herrera replied, still not looking at him. "Andy, I'm not sure you do, I was mad, of course, because I tried to talk to him about it and he cut me off. But I promise, I promise I never wanted to hurt you...or him." He explained, with a pained look, but he got no response. "Andy, I'm sorry...I.." He apologized for what it felt like the hundredth time. "What do you want me to say, Warren? I said I get it." She finally replied, losing her patience. "I'd like you to…"

"To what?" She inquired, standing up just as their back up arrived. They stopped their talk for a few minutes, so Ben could inform the paramedics and afterwards, they all abandoned the scene.

Once they were alone in the Aid Car, Warren started again, wishing that he could amend the situation. "Hey, I tried to do the right thing, he made a mistake, Andy. I know you're aware that it was a huge mistake and-" "You told my husband he should've died, Warren!" She yelled at him, blinking away tears of both anger and ache. "Yeah, that was...so out of line. I really am sorry." He regretted, sincerely and kept talking. "For what it's worth, I didn't know he was your husband when I said that, but it was wrong, anyway." Herrera chuckled ironically, still fighting the tears. "Yeah, what a relief! You know what's funny? He didn't tell me you had ambushed him to confess at first, or that Dixon was blackmailing him after that. I found out later, when he…" She made a pause, deciding not to go down that road, which would bring up a lot of questions, and changed the direction of her speech. "He probably didn't want me to get mad at you, because we work together or maybe he thought I was dealing with enough, I don't know. All the same, I'd have liked it to happen in some other time where I'd have been in a better spot myself to face all that with him, so he hadn't needed to do it on his own." She admitted, sorrowfully, tears already rolling down her cheeks. "I tried to help him at the beginning, Andy. I also tried to talk to him a few days after his surgery, but he's not answering my calls…"

"Yeah, good luck with that." She muttered, louder than she had planned. "What does that mean? Is there something wrong?" Ben quired, worried about the tone she had used.

"Yeah, pretty much everything."

P.S: Sorry if I disappointed you. I never meant for her to be actually pregnant. It was for dramatic purposes. When life gives you lemons, it's never just one lemon... but I promise she'll get to the lemonade part, eventually. ;P