Disclaimer: See the Prologue.

A.N. Thanks for all the reviews/favorites/alerts. First day of school is over and I'm exhausted so I'm glad I finished editing this last night even though I forgot to post it. I hope to have another chapter up before the new episode tomorrow night.

Enjoy!

Day One Part Two:

The two of them worked the books for a few hours. Periodically, one of Jessica's friends (Andy never considered these people her friends even though they considered her their friend) would come down to bring them food and drinks from the main room.

As the time neared for the club to open, Jack himself appeared. "You two dancin' tonight or not?"

Jessica looked at Andy. "Wanna stay?" Most nights they carried out 'business' while the club was in full swing so they rarely enjoyed the busy club scene.

"Sure" Andy agreed. Maybe drinks would loosen some tongues and she would get some information.

Jack nodded in approval. "Listen, you're not to leave alone tonight, either of you. I want everyone in groups of at least two."

"Jack…" Jessica warned.

"Jess, I don't want anyone getting hurt."

As the siblings argued, Andy thought about her undercover. Jack seemed to really care about his people but from what she knew… Her thoughts trailed off as she realized they were both staring at her. "Sorry, got lost in my thoughts for a second."

"Andy," Jessica said gently, completely uncomfortable with what she was about to say. She wished her brother had let her do it at her own pace. "We know what happened to your sister Samantha. We know how hard it has been."

Andy suppressed a grin as Jessica mentioned 'Samantha'.

Jack cut in. "But I like you Andy, like really like you."

Jessica slapped his arm. "Hush!" She turned to Andy. "Jack is willing to take it as slow as you need. I think it might help you get past your pain Andy."

Andy nodded. "My pace?" she asked softly, thankful she had overheard their conversation.

Jessica nodded. "And if he oversteps his bounds, you tell me and let me deal with it." Everyone loved Andy even if Andy didn't realize it and they would all be willing to hurt Jack for hurting Andy.

Andy nodded again. She wasn't entirely comfortable around Jack but getting close to him could be the break she needed – and right now it would distract her from worrying about her colleagues out of Fifteenth. She extended her hand.

Jack took it and gently kissed her knuckles before releasing her hand. "See, I can be a gentleman when I want to be" he told his sister. Then he turned to Andy. "Head upstairs; enjoy yourself. I'll check on you later and bring you home."

The women headed up as he sat down in Jessica's chair to review the numbers of both books.

Andy was careful not to touch a single alcoholic beverage. She did it discreetly (although it became easier as the night went on) because she knew she needed to be at the top of her game in case Jack decided to walk her home alone and tried anything funny.

Sam's words from right before she left Fifteenth Division in the car of one of the detectives from Drug Squad flashed in her mind.

Flashback

No one at Fifteenth knew Andy was going undercover except for a handful of detectives, Frank, and Sam. The detectives didn't even know exactly when she would be going under.

She had been paired with Sam for the last two weeks – he would drop her off at the Drug Squad's base and then roam the streets while she learned the players. If he happened to pick up a perp, he would call her and swing by to pick her up so no one at the station knew they were not really patrolling the streets together.

Today was the day. Frank informed them that since they were 'behind on their paperwork' they were stuck at the barn. In reality, they were both going undercover to two different operations.

Once everyone else had gone, Sam pulled her into an empty Interrogation Room and kissed her senseless.

As she caught her breath, he cupped her face in his hands and forced her to look into his eyes. "Promise me one thing" he whispered.

"Anything" she breathed, lost in the depths of his smoldering eyes.

"If something happens, try to make your way back to Fifteenth's borders, preferably the Barn. If not, get to Twenty-Second's Station and get yourself into Noelle's office."

"I will" she promised. She had every intention of returning to him and marrying him when he finally decided to ask her.

"One more thing" he whispered, inches from her lips. "If it comes down to it, don't play the timid girl you are pretending to be. Fight back." His lips captured hers and there was no more talking until Frank knocked on the door.

With a last "I love you" she slipped out.

End Flashback

She didn't want to blow it but she was already jumpy because she knew someone in her Division was hurt and if Jack touched her and she was a little intoxicated, she would probably act instinctively and take all of her fear out on him.

As she was thinking, Jack came up to her. "You okay?"

She nodded. "I think I'm ready to head out."

He looked at her carefully. "I promise to take it slowly but I know you didn't eat dinner. It's a little late but can I take you out to eat?"

Andy nodded and let him lead her out, noticing how he cleared the path for her from the sea of bodies but he never touched her.

Dinner with him would force her to stop discreetly checking her phone every five minutes to see if Jim had called.

She didn't learn anything at dinner other than why Jack and Jessica had come to Toronto (which she actually already knew). Even though it was frustrating, she knew it might take a little while for him to fully trust her and it had successfully taken her mind off of the shooting.

When she let herself into her apartment, she turned on the news and saw that they had caught the shooter but they still had not released the name of the cop.

She checked her phone. It was too late to call Jim, and besides, he would have called her if he had any information. By virtue of the fact that she had no missed calls, he didn't have a name yet.

Andy crawled into bed fully dressed, thankful for the safeguard Sam put in place. In case her apartment was bugged (the reason she had headphones in the recorder as well), he had given her 'sister' the name Samantha. That way, if she cried out for him, the listener would think she was calling out for her sister.

Tonight, she was glad the have that safeguard.

A.N. The way I structured this story is by the days. Day One is the day the shooting takes place. Day Two is the next day and so on. I didn't want to use day names, such as Sunday, Monday, etc. because I knew I would confuse myself in the middle.

Reviews make my day so let me know what you think and if you have any ideas you want me to try to incorporate (the story is mostly handwritten but some parts I am not thrilled with so I am open to suggestions).