A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I got sick and the medicine I've been taking makes me groggy so I had to sleep early at night, thus taking away my only time to write this story. I know that you would probably be disappointed with this chapter so please let me know your thoughts!

.Naxen: thanks for pointing it out! I've been so busy playing the next chapter in my mind that I didn't even re-read that chapter before posting it.

I DO NOT OWN ROOKIE BLUE

Another uneventful day on the streets and lucky for Andy that it was because she had a killer headache. She had regretted finishing off that bottle of tequila when she woke up. But she was also kind of relieved that she did since she was finally able to tell Traci her secret. Traci was right. She can't play pretend with Sam forever. She needed to make a choice.

Andy had been very cranky that morning. Even Sam's charm didn't work on her.

"Whoa! What's with the sunglasses, McNally?" He teased as Andy walked toward the cruiser.

"Headache. Please don't talk."

"Wow. That's a first. You? Asking me not to talk?" Andy just grunted in response as they entered the car.

"Late night rendezvous with your colleague with benefits, I assume?"

"Sam, will you just shut up? I'm not in the mood to play this game with you today."

"Easy McNally, I was only trying to cheer you up."

Andy wasn't cranky just because of bad hangover. Ever since she'd woken up that morning, she was thinking about the choice she'd have to make, and she wasn't entirely sure how to do it.

~Andy's thoughts~

Sam drove today, as usual. And it's a good thing too because between this headache and very distressing decision, I couldn't concentrate on anything else anyway and it's not as if he'd let me drive. And thank God that it was a really slow day, so slow that we didn't have to use the sirens. Maybe God just feels sorry for me. I mean, it's bad enough that I have to start this day with a headache and now I have to end it with another headache plus possibly a heartbreak.

Sam was right about me talking too much. Here I am, mouth closed but still I keep rambling in my mind. So, Luke or Sam? Sam or Luke? How do I even choose? It's not like I'm eating in a restaurant and deciding what to order. This could be a life changing decision. My happiness is at stake here. Wow! I really talk too much, don't I? No wonder Sam complains when I start talking. Now I'm giving my headache a headache!

Back to business.

Luke. He's a great guy, handsome, smart and dedicated-to his work. He's predictable and stable and I need that in my life. He has his sweet moments, but work will always come first. He loves me. I know he does. He even bought a house for us. If that doesn't say how much he loves me, then I do not know what does. And besides, I love him too…I think, sort of anyway. Although I haven't said it back yet. In short, Luke is the safe choice. But safe isn't always the best, is it? No, safe is best! Absolutely!

Sam. Well, Sam is Sam. He's great. He's my partner. He knows me well and I trust him with my life. What more can I ask for? I'm terrified to be with him, but that's what makes it fun. That's what he said anyway. But Sam, I understand why I'm so attracted to him. I've always fallen in love with his type and they always manage to break my heart. How is he any different from them? Maybe he's the one this time…the right kind of wrong for me. But that's what I said the last time. And look where it got me. It made me make that stupid promise not to fall inlove with that kind again. How can it be wrong when everything feels so right?

That's where Luke comes in and now I'm back where I've started! All this thinking is going nowhere. I guess I'll just have to do it.

Sam knew that Andy was deep in thought. It wasn't just some headache bothering her. He tried his best not to make any remarks just to get her to talk. How he missed hearing her voice. They had lunch at some diner and even though they were sitting at the corner booth, Sam noticed how distracted she was. Not once did she say anything, only that dazed look she had occasionally. Sam wanted to know what she was thinking. He was getting worried now. In the months that they'd both ridden together, she was never this quiet for so long. He let her be, trusting that Andy would bring it up on her own. He didn't want her to feel pushed and clam up again. He was there silently supporting her whatever it was.

Andy felt Sam nudge her a little, breaking her train of thought.

"What?" That was when she noticed that the engine was no longer on and that they were back at the Barn's parking lot.

"Shift's over. Unless you want us to go drive around again."

"Oh…I guess I was a little distracted today, huh?"

"Just a little?"

"Okay, I guess it's a lot!" Andy's mouth curved into a little smile.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, not right now. You should go pick up Liv."

"Are you coming with me? I was planning to cook my deliciously famous mac'n cheese tonight. Are you in?"

"Sam…" Sam knew that tone in her voice. And it wasn't always good when she used it. "I don't think I can come and stay at your place anymore…I mean, you can handle Liv on your own now, right? You don't need me anymore."

She turned her back as tears started to fall from her eyes. She walked away leaving Sam anchored to the ground not knowing what just happened.

A/N: So? I know you hate me right now, but this is almost at its end and I didn't want to end it so soon. So much for my fun and happy fanfic! Drama always manages to sneak into my writings.

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