So... this chapter didn't really tie into the episode as well as I would have liked. I blame that on the fact that I've worked 14 hours today and I couldn't wait to watch RB. And since we're talking RB, I think there needs to be more Traci! Hence, this chapter has a bit more Traci than normal.

Thanks for all the other reviews and I'd love to hear what you think about this chapter! Any suggestions are also welcome.

Andy knew it. She knew the minute that she saw Sam and Marlo together after she talked to Marlo in the locker room. Andy McNally didn't give up. And she wasn't giving up. She was just going to give it time. Deep in her heart she knew she would always love Sam, but she really needed to move on.

Nick and Gail were happy. Which was a little funny, actually. Gail… happy. She was nice, pleasant, cheerful and not the typical Gail Peck Andy came to know and love. To be honest, Andy wanted a little bit of the caustic wit Gail back. Some of the comments Gail could make… More like Gail just spoke what everyone was actually just thinking. Andy was happy for Nick, she really was. She loved him like a brother. And she knew at the end of the day, he had her back, not matter what time of the day it was. He was her break-up buddy, best friend, and partner.

Her cellphone went off and she groaned, but answered it. "Yeah?"

"Well hello," Luke Callaghan spoke.

"Callaghan. What do I owe this unexpected phone call to?" She asked, something along the lines of what he said the last time she showed up at his place at two in the morning. She hadn't seen him since, but occasionally had texted him.

Callaghan laughed. "I hadn't heard from you and I thought I'd call."

"How sweet of you… what do you really want Luke? I'm in a bad mood," Andy said, bluntfully. If there was one person out there that Andy McNally danced around with, it was Luke Callaghan. But tonight, she was straight to the point.

She could feel that he was probably smiling on the other end of the line. "Twelve pack of Budweiser and two of those greasy pizza from the corner of Jones Ave."

"Okay, you had me at the twelve pack," Andy admitted reluctantly.

"Meet me at my place in ten. I'll pick up the pizza."

Andy laughed. "Got it," and she hung up.

She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at her phone… Luke Callaghan phoning her for beers? That was new. She texted Traci, quite confused. Luke just called me…

As ever, the quick response from Traci made her laugh. Callaghan? Proposing you to leave for another six months?

No. He told me to come over for pizza and beers.

Two seconds later, Andy's phone was ringing. "What, Traci?"

"Callaghan? Called you? And asked you come over for pizza and beers? McNally, what the hell are you not telling me?" Traci asked, in a huge rush.

Andy laughed. "Calm down. It's nothing. I guess. I don't know."

"You haven't seen him in… how long?"

Andy paused. "Actually, that's not really true. You know how I told you I went to my dad's the night I was supposed to stay at your place after I got home?"

"ANDREA MCNALLY! You didn't!" Traci exclaimed.

"Nothing happened! Nothing. I slept on the couch."

Traci groaned. "When else did you see him?"

This time it was Andy's turn to groan, knowing that Traci knew her as well as she did. "Three weeks ago," she said in a quiet voice.

"Ha. I knew you had walked out of the station with the same outfit. Andy McNally… Is there something going on between you and Luke?"

"No."

"He called you for pizza and beers."

"So?"

Traci was pretty persistent in her questioning, something that made her a good detective. "Luke doesn't call someone over for pizza and beers. Do you have feelings for him again?"

Andy groaned. "I don't know, Trace. He's always been there for me, I guess. Both times I showed up at his place at two in the morning. I don't know what I'm thinking anymore."

"Best way to get over Sam, is to get under someone else."

"You did not just say that," Andy just about died, laughing.

"I did. Now go have fun with Callaghan and do something that is not so Andy like."

"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, Trace."

"Safe sex, remember?"

"Traci!" Andy warned and hung up. She saw that she was walking by the liquor store so she grabbed a twelve pack and two minutes later she was back, walking to Luke's place. What a weird turn of events. First she's telling Marlo that she's thankful she had her back and now she's walking over to her ex-fiance's place. Her ex-fiance. Totally weirded her out. She wanted nothing to do with him, now she took job offers from him, waited for him at 2 in the morning and was picking up beer for them, together. She was still a little confused and was not about to begin dissecting the muddled feelings in her head and heart.

She saw that his car wasn't there, so she sat on the steps and grabbed a beer and opened it, waiting for him. A couple minutes later, he pulled up in his silver Civic.

"It's not 2 am," Luke said.

"You called me," Andy said.

Luke nodded as he closed the car door, with the two pizza's in his arms. "Double Pepperoni, no mushrooms and Hawaiian, with extra pineapple."

"That is almost a little bit scary that you still remember what I like on my pizza," Andy commented as he opened the door and let her in.

Luke shrugged and put the pizza down on the counter. Andy went to grab plates. Same place she put them away in. "Not really. I am a Homicide Detective."

She grabbed a piece of pizza. Had one bite and then put it down. "This is the first time I have had this pizza in seven months. And oh my God, it's good. Heavenly almost."

Luke chuckled. "I'm glad you think so."

They turned on SportsCenter to see if there was anything worth knowing about. Hockey was done, the Maple Leafs advancing … nowhere, as it was the Maple Leafs. Basketball was done. However, SportsCenter was replaying the top funniest plays of the decade and Luke and Andy almost died laughing and pointing at the TV. Back when, they used to watch a lot of hockey games. Luke, a die hard Montreal Canadiens fan, and Andy a Maple Leafs fan. And Andy never liked to admit that her team... sucked. She had lost a lot of bets due to the Maple Leafs.

Andy stood up to open another beer. It was her fourth or fifth by then. "Do you want another one?"

Luke shook his head. "No. Actually, sure. What the hell."

"Living on the dangerous side aren't we, Detective Callaghan."

Luke raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who brought the beer."

"True. Too bad it wasn't Tequila or something. Oh man, don't you remember the night after we moved into this place? You were so fucking hammered. I have no idea how Frank and I managed to get you home."

"Or the time that you, Traci and Gail had girls night? I had never seen somebody so hungover the next morning. You did not want to move. Or get out of bed."

Andy shut her eyes, thinking about the horror. "Don't remind me. We must have hit every club in Toronto."

"You called me at 4 in the morning to pick you up. You were still drunk at 12 in the afternoon."

Andy nodded, taking another sip of the classy beer she was drinking. "The one and only time I have ever texted in sick because I was so hungover."

"Traci and Gail looked like complete wrecks that day," Luke said laughing. "Or the time that all of us went out before poker night?"

She shook her head. "There was definitely no poker being played that night. Liam actually had to ask us to leave at 3 in the morning. The cab driver thought we were on something. Jerry was throwing up outside the Penny, remember that?"

"Yeah. He had one too many Rum and Cokes that night. I'm pretty sure Boyko was ready to shoot us all when we came in hungover."

"How is Boyko doing, anyway?" Andy asked, now that Luke brought up the subject.

Luke laughed. "Retired. His daughter had a baby and him and his wife are now raising it."

"Isn't his daughter like in high school?"

He nodded. "17. You didn't hear that from me."

"Huh," Andy looked at the time. "Shit! It's 2 in the morning!"

"It's the normal time you show up at my place," Luke pointed out.

She looked at him. "Not the point. I have to work at 7."

"Relax. You can just stay with me. I have to get up early anyway." And then his phone rang. "Callaghan."… "No. I don't want it."… "Did you hear the word no, O'Reilly. It's two in the morning. Phone somebody else."

Andy looked at Luke, quizzically. "Did you just turn down a case?"

"I guess I just did," he said standing up. "Come on. The mess can wait."

The next morning, Luke pulled into the parking lot. "Last night was fun."

"It was. We should do that more often," Andy said.

"Call me," Luke said as she smiled and got out of the car.

As she was walking, with a little bit of a bounce in her step, Dov fell in sync with her. "Was that Callaghan?"

"Yeah. So?"

Dov looked at her. Looked at her face. And then her clothes. "Because I could have sworn those were the clothes you were in yesterday. And your mascara is smudged."

"Really, Dov?" Andy said.

"So? Are you and Callaghan back on?"

"What kind of question is that?' Andy deflected.

Dov nodded. "Huh. So you are?"

"Absolutely not!" Andy exclaimed.

"That was a little too high pitched and quick, even for you. I'd suggest you keep this one on the down low."

Traci walked up at that moment. "Keep what on the down low?"

"She got out of the car with Luke," Dov coughed. "Callaghan." Coughed again. And then left.

Traci cocked her head to the side. "So, Andy. What exactly happened last night?"

"Nothing."

"You keep going with that line, McNally," Sam said behind them.

Thoughts? Did Sam hear the whole conversation?