We all sat in silence for a moment. "You hate him?" Marshall finally asked.

"Absolutely."

"But… you guys have such good charisma on the show." Lily said.

"That's why it's called acting." Amy said. "On the show, we have to get along. But the minute that last camera shuts off, I'm back to hating him for all he's worth."

"Why?" Robin asked.

"Because he treats me, and everyone else, like sidekicks. Like it's his show and we're lucky to be in his presence. He's an ass. He's one of the reasons I want to quit."

"Quit L.A. Detectives?" I asked.

Amy nodded. "I just don't feel that there's anything there for me anymore."

"So why don't you leave?" Lily asked.

"My contract. Apparently they own me for another season."

"I could take a look at it, if you wanted." Marshall said.

"Really?" Amy asked.

"Sure."

Amy smiled. "Thanks. I can get it to you tomorrow."

None of us questioned why she was wandering around New York with her contract. We figured that's just what actors did. Instead, we told her where we lived so she could find us in the morning.

Amy stood up. "Thanks for everything, guys. I'll see you tomorrow."

"How'd you like to see me earlier than that?" Barney asked. Yeah, he was still trying to get with her.

Amy looked down at him. "Let me guess," she said. "You're one of those guys who has a list of all the different kinds of women you want to sleep with. You've crossed off dozens upon dozens upon dozens, and you're just itching to cross 'TV actress' off the list."

"More like hundreds, but I won't hold that against you."

Amy just continued to look down at Barney. Then she shrugged. "Eh, why not." she said, writing down her hotel and room number on a napkin.

"What?" we all said. Barney just sat there with a smug look on his face.

"He's the only semi-good looking guy here who isn't married." she said, handing the napkin to Barney. "And I'm bored."

"What about me?" I asked.

"I already told you I didn't want to have sex with you. I don't want to go back on my word."

"Burn." Barney said.

"Don't get me wrong, you're an awesome guy." Amy said. "Just not my type. Plus, you don't want to sleep with a girl just because she's bored, do you? That's not your style."

Amy started leaving and ran into Casey. "Hey," Amy said. "How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing." the waitress said. "It's on the house."

"Well, at least let me pay for my friends-"

"That's all on the house, too."

Amy looked at the waitress. Then she took a marker out of her purse and signed the waitress' apron. "Thanks," Amy said, capping the marker and heading towards the door.

"Oh, my gosh." Casey said. She squealed with glee.

"Seriously, can we get a check?" I said, sure the waitress had been lying about our food being free.

"It's on the house." she said, walking away, staring at her apron.

"Can we keep Amy?" Marshall said.

"She's gonna be asking to keep me after tonight." Barney said, standing. "See you guys in the morning." Off he went, napkin in hand.

"Do you really think she's going to sleep with him?" Robin asked. "Or do you think she gave him a random hotel and room number?"

"I hope it's the latter." Lily said.

The next morning, Amy came out of the bathroom in her robe, toweling her damp hair.

"Morning."

She turned towards the bed. "You're still here?"

"Why wouldn't I be, babe?" said Barney, stretching.

"Because you're the type to leave when the girl's back is turned."

"You said you liked it when you had your back turned to me."

Amy gave him a look of boredom. "Well, as long as you're here, you want some room service?"

"I'll service your room."

"Don't make me hurt you."

"I'd like to see you try."

A punch to the arm later, and Barney was quiet.

Later that afternoon, I was home along. There was a knock on the door. I answered and found Amy standing outside.

"Hey," I said, still slightly sore from her comment last night.

"Hey." she said. "I brought my contract for Marshall to look over."

"He's not here." I said, hand out for the contract. She handed me a manila folder.

"Thanks." she said. She started to leave. "I'm sorry if I offended you last night."

"No, it's fine." I said, stopping her. "You're right. I don't want to sleep with someone just because she's bored."

Amy smiled. "I knew it."

"Do you want to come in?" I asked. "Marshall and Lily should be here soon. We could go out, give you a tour of New York?"

"I'd like that." she said, stepping into the apartment. "Nice place."

"Thanks. Did you really sleep with Barney?"

"Jealous?"

"No." That was a small lie. "I just think you can do better."

She turned towards me. "I'm not looking for a relationship. I was bored. He was there. That's all." She looked at me. "Thanks, though."

"For what?"

"For caring."

I stood there, somewhat dumbstruck. I wasn't the best at reading people, but the way she said that made it seem like she didn't have any friends.

At that moment, Marshall and Lily came home. Since I was still standing by the door, I got hit in the ass with the door.

"Sorry, man." Marshall said. "Hey, Amy."

"Hey. I brought my contract over for you."

I handed the envelope to Marshall. "I told her we should give her a tour of New York tonight."

"That's a great idea." Lily said.

"When are you heading home?" Marshall asked.

"Five days."

"This contract doesn't look too hard to go through. I can do it tomorrow."

"Thanks again for agreeing to look over it."

"Let's go guys!" I said. I loved New York, and I loved sharing my love with others. Amy was about to get the best tour of her life.