I'm not exactly sure of what Oliver's daughters names are, besides Izzy so I just made up a few names. I do apologize and please let me know if you do know them.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Rookie Blue characters.

"So?" Sam asked vaguely, before biting into a slice of pizza. Oliver had come over with pizza and beer, and they were enjoying their first day off by watching a recorded football game together.

"Wha'?" Oliver asked, with a mouthful of pizza.

"Did you ask her?" Sam elaborated, knowing that Oliver would know what he was talking about. He had been bugging him about asking Emily out for the last few days and each time he did, Oliver would mumble an answer, usually saying that he would do it soon.

"Yeah. Yeah, I called and left her a message. Told her to give me a call if she wanted," he answered through a mouthful of pizza.

Sam leaned back and grimaced. "You told her to call you if she wanted to?" he repeated, almost in disgust, unable to believe that Oliver had actually said that. "That's not asking her out," he said, knowing full well that Oliver knew this already. "Ollie, you gotta ask her out properly. You like her don't you?" he went on.

Oliver kept his eyes on the tv. "Yeah," he answered, taking a sip of his beer. He had been thinking a lot about Emily since he had called her. Despite not knowing her all that well, she seemed to have sparked something in him and he wanted to find out more about her. He wasn't sure if she would end up calling him after her disappearing act a few days earlier, but he hoped that she would. Oliver was still struggling with the idea of calling her up to ask her out and he knew that leaving her that message was just taking the easy way out.

"Then do it," Sam said, now taking his turn to give Oliver some relationship advice.

Emily's work week finally ended, along with her volleyball season. That Friday evening, her team had lost their final game and decided to end the season by going out for dinner and maybe a few drinks. She was looking forward to a night out and was determined to enjoy herself. She had just over an hour to get herself showered and ready to go before a few of her teammates picked her up, so she got to work as soon as she got home. Emily chose to wear her favourite pair of comfortable dark wash jeans, deciding that they would be appropriate for most restaurants. She put on some make up, putting in a little more effort on her eyes than usual and quickly curled a few strands of her auburn hair, which looked great resting on her dark teal, empire waist top. She liked how the satin material shone and made her feel slightly dressed up, even know she really wasn't. She felt a surge of self confidence run through her when she looked at herself in the mirror. I look pretty, she thought with a smile.

A chiming sound caught Emily's attention, letting her know that she had just received a text message. "We're here!" it read and she quickly made her way to her door, only then realizing that she didn't put on any accessories. Not wanting to keep her friends waiting, she decided not to bother with a necklace or earrings, then pulled on her black ballet flats and a black cotton jacket, grabbed her purse and headed out the door.

"Okay, so tomorrow night's movie night, right?" Oliver asked Abby and Brianna.

Both girls nodded and Brianna gave him her best puppy dog eyes. "Can we watch Tangled again?" she asked.

Oliver rolled his eyes and leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "We'll see," he answered her then gave her a big hug. He stepped over to Abby and gave her a hug and kiss as well. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he said and both of his girls responded with a "goodnight daddy," as they ran further into the house.

Oliver felt like an intruder as he stood in the doorway of the house he had happily lived in for the last 15 years. It felt strange to him as he looked around and saw pictures of his daughters and ex wife on the walls, while the number of pictures including him were limited. He noticed the absence of some of his favourite pictures and it caused a heavy sensation in his chest.

"What time did you want to pick them up tomorrow?" Zoe asked, taking a step closer to the front door.

"I'll come by at 5. Is that okay?" he asked. He was going to have the girls over for a movie night and a sleep over and wanted to make them dinner first.

"Yeah, that's fine," Zoe answered. "Izzy promised to be home by noon, so she'll have plenty of time."

Oliver had picked the girls up from school that day and taken them out shopping for a while. Normally, he hated the mall but he went along with what Abby and Brianna wanted to do. Unfortunately, Izzy had already made plans to stay over at a girlfriends house that night so she missed out on their shopping trip, but promised to be there for movie night. Oliver figured that shopping with her dad probably wasn't the coolest thing for her to do so he wasn't too hurt by her decision to skip that trip.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," Oliver said, feeling a little awkward as he looked at Zoe. He gave her a polite smile then turned and headed towards his truck. Every time he left that house alone, he felt like something was being torn inside of him. Once inside his truck, he took a deep breath and his eyes carefully looked over the exterior of his old home, which was linked to so many of his favourite memories. He exhaled sharply and quickly swung his right arm over the back of the passenger side headrest, his gaze trailing along with it. He backed out of the driveway, hoping that in time it wouldn't hurt so much to pull away.

Emily stepped outside of the restaurant, noticing that the sun had almost completely set. She pulled out her cellphone and saw that it was just shy of nine o'clock, then raised her eyebrows in shock. She was surprised that they hadn't taken longer to eat and wondered if everyone was planning on going home, which she wasn't in the mood for. Emily was enjoying herself and wanted to stay out a bit later, seeing as how it was the weekend.

"Anyone feel like going out for a few drinks?" Heather asked, looking around the group of eight ladies expectantly. A few of them hummed and excused themselves, explaining that they had to get home to their children or that they already had other plans for the night.

"I'll go," Emily volunteered, receiving a wink from Heather.

A few others chorused along a few "Sure, yeah," responses and Janelle, the oldest of the group, suggested just the right place.

"The Black Penny," Janelle said with wide eyes. "It's only about a block away. I went there a few times and the guys are really hot. Real manly men," she added with enthusiasm.

Everyone laughed but decided to give it a try, not really knowing where else to go. Janelle was the rowdiest of the group and it was always fun to watch her talk to men she found attractive. Emily looked at her a little apprehensively, wondering how she would be acting tonight, but figured it would be nice to get out. Janelle was a little rough around the edges but had a good heart. She knew who she was and didn't really care much if people didn't like her, which Emily admired.

Those who were going to the Penny said their goodbyes to the others who were heading home, promising them that they would keep in touch despite the season being over. Emily, including three other women, made their way down the block, heading towards the Black Penny.

Janelle entered first, practically skipping into the doorway when she swung it open. Emily shook her head and smiled at the ground, thinking This should be interesting, as she entered last. She blinked a few times, getting used to the change in lighting and heard the loud chatter of men and women mixed with the beat of indistinctive 80's rock. She smiled and took a look around the bar. It had a pub feel to it, making Emily feel comfortable since she was worried that it was going to be more like a dance club, which she felt way too old for. She walked in farther and spotted a bar on the left hand side surrounded with bar stools. A few men and women sat some of the stools and a bartender was chatting with one of the couples. Tables were scattered throughout the rest of the bar, except for a spot on the right hand side, towards the back, which was occupied by a small stage. Emily smiled as she looked around, feeling like she might enjoy this bar.

The group of ladies, lead by Janelle, headed towards a table in the middle of the bar off to the right. Emily sat down with her back to the bar and gave her drink order to Janelle, who was more than willing to get their drinks. She leaned back and looked around the bar, thinking that Janelle made a good choice in suggesting this bar.

Sam sat at the bar nursing a beer, waiting for Andy to join him after her shift. He had his back to the door but had seen Emily walk in with a few other women. He smiled mischievously when he saw her and reached for his cellphone.

Only a few blocks away after dropping off Abby and Brianna, Oliver's cellphone began ringing. He furrowed his brow, debating whether to answer it or just keep driving home. After a few rings, he grumbled and pulled over on the side of the road.

He pulled his phone out of his vest pocket and saw that it was Sam calling. "What it is Sam?" he asked, realizing that he sounded rude.

"Nice greeting," Sam answered sarcastically. "What are you doing?"

Oliver overheard voices and music in the background and assumed that Sam was at the Penny. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, still feeling a upset and a little sad for himself. "Just dropped the girls off, now I'm headed home," Oliver answered. "Why? He went on.

"Come for a drink," Sam suggested.

"No brother, I think I'm going to sit this one out," Oliver said.

"I really think you should come out for a drink man," Sam went on with a smile. He was looking over at Emily and her friends and knew that this would be a perfect chance for Oliver to talk to her.

"Why?" Oliver asked through a loud exhale.

"Just come out to the Penny," Sam commanded then hung up.

Oliver sat in his truck, deciding if he should go meet up with Sam. He wasn't sure how sociable he felt at the moment but thought that talking to Sam might help. Even if he did end up just teasing him about his problems, Oliver always felt better after talking to Sam. It was still early, only just after nine and he really didn't have much else to do that night so he figured he might as well go for a bit.