I called Robin on the way out the door and she joined our tour group. I think Amy was really impressed with the tour. It wasn't a normal tourist tour. No, we gave her the tour of the real New York. The stuff that doesn't make it into guide books. The stuff that only real New Yorkers knew and cared about. She really seemed to be enjoying herself.

After a while, Robin brought up a question I think we all had hiding in our subconscious. "Amy, we've been walking for almost two hours and hardly anyone's come up to you for an autograph."

"Maybe you guys scare them off." Amy said.

"Is this unusual?" Lily asked.

"Kind of. Which is why I came here."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"New York has the lowest ratings for L.A. Detectives. You guys are more into medical dramas and those fake reality shows. I had to get away from the show. If I went to the Bahamas or Hawaii or, God forbid, Disneyland, like the rest of the cast, I'd be mobbed with fans."

"But there were still people who knew who you are here." I said. "You had two people ask for an autograph today."

"They were tourists, not real New Yorkers."

"How do you know?"

"They wanted to know how to get to the Statue of Liberty."

"Right."

"So… do you resent us for being fans?" Marshall asked, a slight hurt in his voice.

Amy looked at him. "At first I did. But then I realized you weren't the crazy fans I usually deal with. You were human."

"So you like hanging out with us?"

Amy smiled. "Absolutely."

By this time we'd made it back to MacLaren's. We headed inside to get our usual table with the newest member of our gang.

"She actually shouted my name at the end."

"Barney." Lily said in disgust.

"Yeah, like that. Only louder."

"Actually, I'd been thinking of all the things I found more exciting than your performance. I just happened to get to that loveable children's show when you decided to finish early. I vocalized so you wouldn't feel bad."

We all sat in shock. Amy was certainly putting Barney in his place. Marshall high-fived her.

"Well. Aren't we feisty tonight." Barney said. "Too bad you didn't have this much energy last night. Maybe then I wouldn't have had to do all the work."

"What's the matter, Barney? Don't you like catty women?"

"I prefer them doggy style." Barney held his hand up for a high-five but was left hanging. "Oh, come on. Mine was much better than hers."

"I'd say we're pretty evenly matched." Amy said.

"You wish you were in my league."

"Why would I want to go down a few levels?"

"You two fight like a married couple." I said. I glanced at Lily and Marshall. "Present company excluded."

"What about you, Amy?" Lily asked. "Anyone you've got your eye on?"

"Please." Amy said. "All the guys I work with are dorks."

"How about the women?" Barney asked.

"You assume that since you didn't rock my world, I must be a lesbian?"

"It's a theory in progress."

"I'm not a lesbian. Though after last night, I might consider it."

"I don't have to take this." Barney said, getting up. "You just lost your chance at a second night in heaven. I'm going to find someone who'll appreciate me."

"That one over there looks like she doesn't have a brain. Try her first."

Barney left and Amy took a sip of her drink. "Was that too harsh?" she asked.

"No." we all reassured her. "You're just the first one to bring him off his cloud." I told her.

"About time, too." Robin said.

Amy smiled. "Well, I should get going. I've got some things to take care of tomorrow." She looked at Marshall. "You think you can get through my contract by tomorrow night?"

"Yeah, sure. No problem."

"Awesome. Well, how about you all come to my hotel suite tomorrow night? We could order food, drink beer…"

"We're in." I said.

"Great. Tell Barney he's invited, too. Unless he has someone better to do."

We watched her leave. "Guys," I said. "Did we really just get invited to Amy Kinser's hotel suite?"

"Best. Day. Ever." Marshall said.

When we got home later that night, I decided to do a little research on Amy. Nothing stalkerish or creepy. Just… okay I guess it was kind of stalkerish. But I had a reason. I had a theory that I wanted to try and prove wrong.

Her father had been a producer for a popular sitcom when Amy was little. Her mother had died when Amy was three. She started out appearing in a few commercials that aired during her father's show. She was also involved in the drama department in her high school. She attended UCLA, which is where the director for L.A. Detectives had found her. Surprisingly, Amy was only twenty-nine. She seemed so much older.

But no matter how many articles I read, or how many pictures I looked at, I couldn't find a single person who was a friend to Amy. There weren't even any horrible paparazzi photos of her with boyfriends. Was it really possible that Amy Kinser, snarky detective, had only the five of us as friends?