Who's with me on groaning and b***ching about having to wait three freakin' weeks until the next Rookie Blue? Seriously. Three weeks!? Not right. Anyways, here is your latest chapter. I didn't really have any plot ideas after the last chapter I wrote, but I have some now so hopefully I'll have some chapters up to make up for the 3 week wait!

And thank you for all the reviews! Seriously. Thanks! I was not sure how well an Andy and Luke story would go over.

When Oliver put her in the cab after the Penny, Andy had every intention of just going home after her long first day back. Instead, she was giving the cabbie an address that wasn't hers. She still remembered it, memorized it. She honestly didn't have plans to tell the cabbie the address, it just came out like that.

One light was on in the apartment when Andy climbed out. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer so she sat on the front steps, trying to contemplate her next move. She was about to call Luke but she decided not to. Traci's place wasn't far from here and Andy had a spare key.

She decided to take a minute and think about the days event. Getting shot at with Sam was kind of like old times. Exhilarating. Adrenaline rush. Dangerous. Honestly, after six months of living on the edge with Nick, constantly, she was hoping for a slow day. Get back into the routine, the swing of things, shake off the rest. She had to jump in head first when she walked in on a bank robbery. Nothing like your first day back.

And boy was she glad when Oliver took her away from Marlo at the beginning of the day. Andy didn't, but she almost wanted to hug him so hard. As her former TO, Oliver could always be counted on to have her back, and he was a die hard shipper of her and Sam. Maybe Oliver saw what she couldn't see, but right now, she wasn't see the light as far as the situation between her and Sam.

Suddenly a car pulled up and Andy tensed up, wanting to run. It was 2 am after all but she recognized the car as Luke's and he got out. He smiled as he got out. "Twice in a week McNally."

She remained sitting and smiled a little. "Just needed a friend tonight."

Luke gave her a hand and she took it and pulled herself up. "Well you got one tonight. Should I be making weekly appointments in my calendar, because 2 am seems the norm for you."

Andy laughed a little as he opened the door and let her in. "Says the detective who either just got home the last time I came and is now just getting home at 2 am."

"Touché. So what brings you to my doorstep at 2 in the morning?"

She sat on the couch at watched Luke put his stuff on the kitchen counter. "I got shot at today."

He laughed as he loosened his tie and threw the suit jacket on a chair. "Andy McNally, you are a danger magnet. I think you've been involved in more incidents in your four years on the force than most veteran cops."

She chuckled a little bit, looked at the carpet and back at Luke. "Yeah, I guess I am. First day back too. Walked in on a bank robbery."

Luke's eyebrows rose. "Congratulations. That is one feat that I never got to do. What's this I hear about Noelle and Frank getting married?"

Andy's face burst into a smile. "Yeah, he proposed to her last night. I'm happy for them. Motherhood has changed Noelle though."

He smiled, happy for Frank and Noelle. Them two, Oliver, Sam and Jerry and him had all gone through Academy roughly around the same time. They had all been stationed together at some point in their careers. "Noelle Williams is nice?"

"Well, I wouldn't say that. She'd probably kick our asses if she got back into uniform. God, I wish she came back sooner."

"Why?" Luke asked, leaning against the back of the couch, as Andy sat on it.

She just looked at him, blankly. "Because Marlo Cruz is her replacement."

Luke made a face. "Cruz. How's working with her?"

"I don't know. Haven't really worked with her other than she laughed at me when I thought there was a partner in the shooting, and I was right. You've worked with her?"

"I have."

Andy looked at Luke, desperate for answers. "Model cop?"

Luke laughed. "Not from what I've seen her."

"Do explain," Andy said.

He shook his head. "Not my job to. Let's just say there's a reason why she's not SWAT anymore."

"Oh. Interesting," She commented. "Luke, when you figured out that I was the one who Sam saw when he was undercover, did it feel like you just got sucker punched in the gut and then slapped across the face?"

He nodded his head a little. "Yeah. It did. I knew I fucked up so I couldn't really say anything. Why?"

"Because it feels like that whenever I see Sam with Marlo."

Luke nodded. "I get the feeling. Andy, when you and Collins were undercover, did anything ever cross the line?"

Andy looked at Luke, hurt, that he would bring up that type of question. They might be friends right now, but she wasn't really to go into that much detail with him. And plus, he was the one who put the two of them together. And second, it blindsided her a little bit. She was ready to put the undercover op behind her and start a new page but then Luke had to bring something up. "Why would you ask that?"

"I'm not judging, or lecturing or anything but 99% of the time when two officers go undercover together, it crosses the line at some point in time," Luke said.

"Speaking from experience?" Andy asked.

Luke nodded. "It was actually my third undercover assignment. The one I got assigned to when I asked to be reassigned after you and Swarek had gotten suspended."

"I guess it's bound to happen at sometime. It never crossed into black territory, but there were some grey moments. Especially when we were drinking with the idiots in the meth running crew."

Luke put his hand on her shoulder, comforting. "I'm only asking because even as a veteran cop, it bugged me after I got back. We were undercover and things happen. Obviously we never told the truth at our debrief but it followed me around until I talked with the cop psychiatrist."

Andy nodded. "Yeah, Frank has us seeing her. Our huge big dysfunctional family."

"15 is definitely that."

At the Penny, Gail and Nick were on their fourth or fifth beers of the night. Quite a few people were still here. Nick had spotted Oliver, walking Andy out. He had almost gone up to Oliver to thank him for rescuing McNally this morning from Officer Cruz, but that was crossing the line. McNally and him were no longer a "couple", and he had to detach himself from her a little bit.

"Shall we get out of here?" Nick asked Gail, after she finished her beer.

"Took you long enough to ask," Gail muttered, but smiled anyways.

Nick rolled his eyes. "My place."

"Because you'd go over to my place and be caught doing the walk of shame by my father. You know he hates you."

He laughed. "Your dad doesn't hate me."

Gail smiled a little. "Okay, he doesn't hate you completely, but I don't think he likes you."

"Gail, I think all fathers hate whoever their daughter dates, on principle."

Her eyebrows rose. "So we're dating now? That's news to me."

Nick groaned as they walked out of the bar. "Well did you see anybody else during those six months? And are you seeing anybody else now?"

"None of your damn business!" Gail muttered. "You left."

"I came back," Nick replied. "Considering I just asked you to move in with me, I'd consider that dating."

Gail smiled as they got into the cab. "You can call it whatever you want."

Later that night, they were curled up in the blankets, still breathing a little hard. Gail was just laying there when she lifted her head up. "When you were undercover with Andy, did it ever cross a line?"

Nick immediately shook his head. "No. Not at all. We even alternated who slept on the couch."

Gail smiled a little. "Good. Because I want you all to myself."