A/N: Here's chapter two! Obviously I've decided to continue the story based on the amount of reviews I got last time. Thanks to all who read chapter 1 and an especially big thank you goes out to those who reviewed! They really do mean a lot, you guys.

Oh, and I know this doesn't have a ton of Sam/Andy, but just wait for next chapter, people. It's gonna be epic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Two weeks later, she's on patrol with Nick. Andy thanks the universe that she and Sam have been on opposite shifts for the past two weeks by some cosmic stroke of luck which means that she's been alternating between Nick, Oliver, and Dov every day. That is, until today. Today is the first day she and Sam are working the same shift, and she thanks the universe once more that she's paired with Nick.

Since Nick came to 15, they've really grown into friends. And she's thinks she's about the only one who really sees him as a friend. Chis hates him, which by the transitive property means Dov hates him too, and all the training officers still have this unspoken grudge against him even though he hasn't been a rookie for over two months. Andy thinks of him how she would Dov or Chris: like a brother.

Andy and Nick stop for coffee mid-morning. It's his turn to run inside their favorite coffee shop, and by now he knows her order by heart. If he can tell she's a little upset about something he'll come back with a massive blueberry muffin for her. Which has been like every day they've been paired together, so Andy's been happily drowning her sorrows in muffins for the past two weeks. And honestly, she's found no better therapy for a breakup – or whatever you want to call it, ugh, she doesn't even know – than muffins and watching 27 Dresses over and over again. Andy finds herself going through stages with this breakup though. And right now she's just getting over the anger/bitterness stage, hopefully teetering on the edge of acceptance so she can be the mature adult here and go and talk to him.

It's a good thing they haven't been on the same shift while she was in the anger phase, she thinks. Because she probably would have pulled some juvenile bullshit to take her anger out on him like smacking his coffee out of his hands and making it spill all over him as she passed him in the hallway.

Nick climbs back in the cruiser ten minutes later and hands her coffee to her, followed by a small bag containing, yep, a blueberry muffin.

Andy looks over at him as he's buckling his seat belt and putting the car in gear.

"Am I really that easy to read?"

He smiles and shrugs. "Well, you ride with somebody long enough, you learn a lot about them."

She opens her mouth to speak when the radio cuts off any response she might of had. "Standby for the hotshot. We've got a call for the second time this month of a rowdy domestic disturbance at 1529 Rodham, neighbors say a child is inside."

Andy looks over at Nick for a second and watches him turn right, signaling that he's already en route to the scene.

"Mark 1519 responding," she radios back.

They pull up in front of the apartment building and make their way inside, Nick holding the door open for her to go in ahead. The building isn't in the best part of town; they get calls from this area all the time. It's definitely not a place Andy would want to walk around at night by herself, she thinks. She and Nick climb the stairs to the second floor and the instant Andy puts her foot on the landing at the top of the stairs, she can hear yelling.

"Wow, they weren't kidding about the word 'rowdy,' were they?" Nick jokes from behind her.

She smirks as she makes her way to the door and knocks, but it's obvious that it goes unheard on the other side of the door because the yelling continues without any break. Andy's about to knock again when he hears a man's muffled yell on the other side of the door.

"Kara, put down the gun!"

Andy and Nick share a look before Nick radios for backup. He then pushes her aside the door and backs up a little, preparing to kick in the door.

Two shots fire off.

"1519, we have shots fired at 1529 Rodham. I repeat, shots fired. Immediate backup is requested."

Nick kicks the door in and they're greeted with the sight of a mid-thirties looking woman pointing a gun at her now dead husband – or boyfriend, or whatever. Andy's decided she hates labels.

The woman with the gun starts screaming again, but this time it's cries of agony. Andy looks over behind where the husband is laying and sees a little boy around the age of six lying on the ground.

It's obvious that the boy is the son of the woman; he looks so much like her. Except for the fact that he has blood rapidly pouring out of his neck.

Nick steps forward to restrain the woman – who by now is a weeping, distraught mess – and quickly puts her in handcuffs and then checks the husband for a pulse.

He feels nothing.

"1519, we need a bus. We've got one adult male and one male child with gunshot wounds." Nick radios in and starts doing compressions on the man's chest. He knows it's a lost cause, but it's procedure.

Andy springs towards the boy and immediately learns that he has a gunshot wound to the neck. She grabs dishtowels from by the sink in the apartment and rushes to put pressure on the little boy's rapidly bleeding neck.

"Where the hell is that backup?" She yells at no one in particular.

Andy applies pressure to the wound on the boy's neck and watches the towels absorb the blood and turn a bright crimson. She zones out a little, tuning out the world around her as she tends to the little boy.

"Hi, I'm Andy." She tells the boy softly. "What's your name?"

"Tyler," the boy answers roughly.

"Okay Tyler, you've got to stay with me okay? Help is gonna be here any minute to take you to the hospital. Can you do that for me?"

Andy can hear her voice shake and she scolds herself. She needs to be strong right now and not panic in front of this little boy because she knows his future is grim.

The little boy nods minutely, but it must move something around because suddenly he starts coughing, spewing blood all over her.

His eyes start to drift closed.

"Tyler I need you to stay with me. Maybe it's better that you don't talk though. But I need you to stay awake, okay?" Andy pleads with him.

He opens his eyes further and looks at her. Tyler looks scared, just as any person would be – especially a child – and Andy tells him that he's going to be fine. She grabs ahold of hand with one of hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze.

Andy doesn't notice when Sam and Chris enter the apartment. Sam orders Chris to take the hysterical mother down to the cruiser and then assesses the man that Nick is doing compressions on.

Sam continues looking around the scene for a second when he hears Andy's voice rise in panic as she watches Tyler's eyes drift shut.

"Tyler! Tyler, I need you to stay awake! Tyler!" she desperately pleads.

Sam quickly makes his way over to her and takes in the scene before him. Andy's hands are covered in blood, her face is splattered with it, and her pants are soaked at the knees from kneeling in the pool that surrounds the boy.

Andy feels him still and his chest stop rising and falling. She literally feels the life leave his small, six year old body.

The paramedics burst through the door at that moment and rush to the boy, who Andy is now basically yelling at to stay alive.

The medics push Andy back from the boy and quickly get him up on the stretcher, rushing him back down to the ambulance. She doesn't move from where she was pushed aside. Time seems to be moving in slow motion for her. She just sits there, looking at the pool of blood left behind. She suddenly realizes that she's basically sitting in it, too. She looks down at her hands and sees the bright red blood that coats her otherwise tan, smooth skin. Andy wipes them on her thighs, trying to wipe as much blood on her pants as possible. Then she remembers the boy. The blood. The slow slide of his eyelids as they closed one last time.

She needs to get out of here.

Andy stands up and starts to run out of the room but Sam grabs her arm as she passes him.

"Andy, you need to go back to the station. You can't go with them." He tells her, assuming that she's running after the paramedics to go with the boy to the hospital. The action only fuels her anger towards him.

She wretches her arm from his grasp and continues on her path without looking back. The thought of going with the paramedics never even crossed her mind; Andy just needs to get out of this room. Hell, she needs to get out of this building before she's in hysterics and starts hyperventilating.

Andy jogs out of the building, weaving through the crowd of officers that now flood the front lawn. She turns the corner of the building and walks until she's sure nobody can see or hear her. She's breathing heavily as she stops and braces herself on the side of the building.

Her body heaves as she empties the contents of her stomach on the grass. She leans her back against the building when she's finished and tries to push the memories of Tyler out of her mind – a pretty much impossible task – and bite off tears that seem determined to make her into a blubbering mess.

Andy suddenly remembers the blood again and its vomiting round two as she dry heaves, arms braced on her knees.

"McNally!"

She knows that voice better than anyone else. She turns around and sees Sam walking towards her. He doesn't even think before reaching out to touch her arm. Andy jerks back a little bit, out of his touch.

She moves swiftly around him as she wipes her mouth with her sleeve and walks back to the front of the building to find Nick. Sam isn't far behind her when he calls "We need to talk."

Andy turns around at that, so abruptly that Sam almost runs right into her. They're still under some cover behind a giant tree in the corner of the lawn, so with a little bit of luck nobody can see or hear them doing this.

"What, so you can blame me for another death?" Andy blurts without even thinking.

He visibly recoils at that and shakes his head. "About how to – "

"Well, you can save it. I'm busy. I need to get back to the barn."

Sam watches her walk to the cruiser with Nick, noticing him place his hand on the small of her back. Sam's jaw clenches and his fists ball up at the gesture.

Sam's leaning against his truck after shift, waiting for Andy to emerge so he can talk to her. When he sees her exit the division and start walking the opposite direction, he jogs after her.

"Andy!"

Andy turns around and waits, an exhausted and empty look gracing her features. Sam figures that won't change for some time; it's always hard losing a kid – especially when it's literally in your hands to keep them alive. God, all he wants to do is take her in his arms and hold her tight, to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that she did all she could for that little boy today. Instead he settles on something less emotional and something a little more Sam.

"Can we talk?"

She sighs and shakes her head. "Look, I've had a really long day. I'm not up for…this right now."

He sighs, "Can I at least give you a ride home?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but I'm going to the penny."

His forehead creases with worry and concern flashes in his eyes. "I don't really think that's a good idea."

She shrugs and avoids eye contact. "Yeah, well it doesn't matter what you think. You lost the right to an opinion two weeks ago."

Andy looks around the parking lot and spots who she's looking for. Before he can formulate a response, she dismisses him.

"I have to go, I'll see you around."

He watches her walk away once again and past her he sees Chris and Dov getting into Chris' car. She climbs in the back seat and they drive out of the parking lot.

She stays for a few drinks and a few rounds of darts at the Penny before walking home.

A/N 2: Sorry to leave it there, guys! I already have like a third of chapter three typed, but i'm moving next tuesday so it might be a week or so before I update. Thanks again for reading and don't forget to review! They really do make me want to write more. So if you want a chapter three faster, review people!