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"Look, about last night, I wanted to tell you I regret leaving."

Sam widened his eyes. McNally had just said the words he'd been picturing her saying ever since she slammed the door shut behind her.

As if he'd ever tell her that.

"McNally, that's all fine and dandy, but you're still with Callaghan. So right now, you're just teasing."

"And if I'm not still with him?"

"Um…well then it isn't teasing…I guess..I'm not sure…"

Andy smiled. She had successfully tripped up Sam, a feat that should really be celebrated.

"Because….you know…I did break up with him…"

"You did?"

"I did."

"Oh…well then."

Before Andy could respond, she got a text from Traci, who had been riding with Gail.

'Major drama. Can I call you?'

'Of course.'

Her phone chimed. She answered.

"Hello?"

"Yeah…hi…" Traci said, seeming nervous to tell Andy the latest gossip.

"Look, if this about Luke and Gail, then I already know it. But thank you for calling me."

"Oh. Well then, that makes my job much easier." Traci breathed a sigh of relief, causing only static to be heard on Andy's end of the line.

"Hah." Andy said humorlessly.

"Okay, witch on the move. Bye!"

"Bye, Trace."

She snapped her phone shut and rolled her head down.

"Callaghan. And Peck. What happened?" Sam asked, his voice tight with tension and his hands killing the steering wheel via strangulation.

"Um..nothing." Andy whispered, finally the unshed tears from the previous night rolling down her face.

"Hm. Why don't I believe you then?"

For that, Andy had no answer. Sam pulled into a favourite spot of theirs, a diner owned by a welcoming Italian man.

They walked in, sat at their favourite booth, and Sam started the interrogation.

"Let's try this again. What happened between them, Andy?"

"They slept together." Andy blurted out.

Sam eyes widened. Instantly he felt horrible. He reached out and grabbed her hand. She pulled hers away.

"Look, Andy, I know what you're doing. You're hurt. You're scared. And right now, you want to run away. I'm not going to let you."

She sat back, the tears having stopped. She looked at him.

"And how are you going to do that?"

"Simple. I'm not letting you out of my sight for the next 24 hours."

She smiled.

"Sounds great to me."

They finished their relatively quiet shift, and as soon as Andy saw Gail, she scoffed, and turned the other way.

"Oh yeah, real mature, McNally." The pale blonde said, rolling her eyes.

"Know what's more mature? You, sleeping with my boyfriend. I found that very, very mature."

"Look, when we did what we did was wrong. What we did, however, wasn't." Gail replied simply. Andy was having none of it, pretending Gail hadn't even spoken.

"You know what I really, really liked? Was the red lipstick. Classy touch."

Gail recoiled. No one had ever just blown by her words like that. It made her feel worthless and small. She gave up.

"Fine. You win. What we did was wrong. Hallelujah. Go victory dance or something."

"Yeah, that's what I feel like doing right now." Andy said. She turned to face Gail, gave the dirtiest look possible, and walked out of the room.

And right into Sam.

"Hey, I was just coming to get you." The handsome man said.

"Get me?"

"Remember the not leaving my sight for 24 hours thing?"

"Oh, right." Andy said, feigning nonchalance.

"You pretending to not care isn't very convincing, you know."

"Oh, shut up." She said, making both of them laugh as they left the station.