By popular demand…a sequel to "Family." A quick note about the story. It goes AU after 6x04, but I borrowed the call from 6x05. (I figured Andy would have something to say about Robert hurling himself off of the side of a building.)

Their shift had been equal parts exciting and dull with Robert doing his best superman impression and launching himself over the wall of a seven-story parking structure to save Raphael. He had a harness, of course, but she still had a moment of panic when she saw him go over the side. Divorced or not, she didn't want to see him splattered on the ground below. Thankfully, the rest of the shift had been uneventful, and they all got some sleep.

As promised, Andy arrived at Robert's door at 7 p.m. that evening with an extra-large pepperoni pizza in one hand and a bag from the grocery store in the other. It didn't escape Andy's notice that this was the first time she was returning to the home they had once shared, a place she hadn't been in almost 2 years-not since she had packed up the last box of her belongings and left her copy of the key on the counter.

As she waited for Robert to open the door, she took what she hoped was a calming breath. She wanted this night to be about being a friend to Robert, so any awkward feelings needed to be pushed aside. Robert opened the door with a smile, and stepping aside so she could walk in, he gestured to the neatly set table.

"Put the pizza down and I'll grab us some drinks," Robert said as he made his way to the refrigerator.

"Iced tea?" he asked, pulling out two bottles from the lower shelf.

"That'll be great," Andy confirmed as she set the pizza on the table.

She couldn't help but notice, however, Robert's slight grimace as he stood up.

"How's your back?" Andy asked.

Robert's harness had kept him and Raphael alive, but it didn't do anything to protect him from the force of his body hitting the side wall of the parking structure. Andy couldn't see what happened after he went over the side, but she was certain that Robert put his body between the wall and Raphael, protecting the man they were trying to help, but likely causing some damage to himself in the process.

"A little sore," Robert admitted.

Andy winced slightly in empathy. She knew Robert well enough to know that for him to admit he was "a little sore" he had to be hurting quite a bit. She reached into the bag that she had brought, pulled out two boxes that were nestled next to the chips and candy, and held them up: "Hot or cold?"

Robert gave Andy a small smile of thanks. Of course, she would have thought to pick up both warming and cooling patches at the store.

"Cold, I think," he responded. "I took some ibuprofen earlier and had the heating pad on my back for a while. Hopefully, the cold will help with the bruising."

Andy tossed the box to him and he caught it easily. Opening up the package, he pulled up his t-shirt and pulled down his joggers slightly, revealing a badly bruised hip. Any momentary distraction that Andy might have felt at seeing Robert so casually reveal his bare hip, was quickly replaced by sympathy.

"God, Robert," she began. "That has to be more than a little sore."

Robert's hip and side were covered in a mix of deep purple and blue bruises, a testament to the force with which he had hit the side of the parking garage.

"Yeah, it's not great," Robert admitted, "but it should be gone in a few days."

"Maybe you'll think about that the next time you decide to hurl yourself off of a building," Andy scolded.

She wasn't really upset with him. He was safe in the harness, and if he hadn't acted when he did, Raphael, and likely all of the workers at the battery recycling plant would have died. Even realizing all of that, however, didn't mean she was going to let him off easy.

"Nope, you don't get to give me a hard time," Robert retorted. "I know for a fact if you had been the one in the harness you would have done the same thing. You've always taken the big swings."

Andy knew she couldn't argue. She'd gone home with her share of bumps and bruises when she had put aside her personal safety in order to help a victim. She wasn't reckless, but she was willing to take a calculated risk.

They enjoyed dinner at the table before grabbing the snacks from the grocery bag and heading to the sofa to find a movie. It definitely fell into the "so bad, it's funny" category, and Robert and Andy found themselves laughing and groaning in equal measure. Toward the end of the movie, as Robert chuckled about a particularly corny joke, he felt Andy's eyes on him.

"What?" he asked.

"It's just good to see you so relaxed and happy," Andy answered honestly.

"You too," Robert said simply smiling at her.

For a moment the weight of everything that had occurred between them just hung in the air. It had been rough for a long time, but here they were, enjoying a silly movie, junk food, and friendship for the first time in a long time. They held each other's gaze for a moment, their eyes communicating what they didn't have words for. As they did, the mood in the room changed. Just a moment ago they were laughing along with the movie, now, the air seemed heavy, and charged.

Without thinking, Robert leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to Andy's lips. She returned the kiss for a moment but reality hit her quickly and she knew she had a decision to make: pull away, or allow them both to be swept away by the emotions and passions that threatened to engulf them. It took every ounce of willpower she had, but she pulled away, attempting with her eyes to let Robert know she wasn't upset.

Robert closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath to try to reign in his thoughts that seemed to be going in a dozen directions at once.

"Andy, I'm…" he began.

"Don't," Andy interrupted. "Don't apologize. It was just a kiss. You don't have to apologize, and it doesn't have to mean anything."

Robert looked at Andy. She, of course, was right. It was a simple kiss between two people who had once shared a bed and were now figuring out how to be friends.

"Yeah, it doesn't have to mean anything," Robert confirmed..

As he repeated her words, he noticed just a slight change in her countenance. Maybe he imagined something that wasn't there, but for a split second, he thought he saw a hint of regret. Andy could clearly read his emotions, but in the time they were together, he had also become rather adept at interpreting Andy's.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he asked the question on his mind. Maybe he was playing with fire, but he needed to know.

"Is that what you want?" he began hesitantly. "For it not to mean anything?"

Looking at Robert, the tension between them got to be too much. If she was going to think clearly and answer rationally, she needed to put some space between them. Her body still tingling from the kiss, and feeling the warmth of his body next to her, it would be too easy to throw caution to the wind and give in to what her body clearly wanted. She scooted herself to the chair next to the sofa and attempted to compose herself.

In another circumstance, Robert might have teased her, made a comment about how she couldn't resist him, but right now, he knew why she needed space. He was pretty sure they were of one mind-remembering the chemistry between them, but not wanting a random sentimentality-fueled hookup. His experience with the painkilling drugs had made it abundantly clear that what felt good at the moment was not always best in the long term.

Andy looked at Robert. His question still hung in the air: "Is that what you want?"

"I don't know," Andy finally answered. "Is that ok?"

"Yeah," Robert confirmed. "I guess I don't know either."

Andy nodded. Maybe there was still something between them, but Robert was still reeling from his breakup with Ross, and while Andy was doing better, it had only been 6 months prior that she had been looking at the possibility of being found guilty of manslaughter and being sentenced to a significant jail term. They weren't going to resolve anything that evening, and the longer stayed, the more awkward things would get between them.

"I should probably go," Andy said, standing quickly and fumbling with some of the trash on the table.

"Andy," Robert said. "I'll take care of the trash, but don't feel like you need to rush out."

"I.." Andy began, before pausing to compose her thoughts. "We're in a good place now. We're friends again, and we're working together well at the station. I just don't want to do anything to mess that up."

Robert nodded, and Andy began to make her way toward the door.

"Andy," Robert called just as she reached the door. "Thank you…for coming over tonight, and for looking out for me."

"You're welcome," Andy said with a small smile. "I'll see you at the station in a couple of days."

With that, Andy opened the door and headed out into the cool Seattle night. As she did, she couldn't help but think about the kiss. It was a momentarily lapse of judgment that didn't mean anything, right? But what if that wasn't what she wanted?