I own absolutely nothing from the tv show. After the first chapters I have decided to have a break to understand where I wanted my story to lead. I must say that I noticed that readers from TV shows are eager of details of the sexual relationship between those characters they love and they tend to appreciate those stories in turn. I may say that the reason why this tv show worked so well was the chemistry and the empathy among the characters rather than mere love scenes (which we all love, but as the final moment of a long journey). For this reason, I decided that if I was going to deliver you guys any spicy scene I would have taken my time to make it sound special but not superficial. I hope that someone out there agree with me. A famous Italian poet who lived in XIX century declared that pleasure is made of the waiting and the pleasure itself, with the first part playing a bigger role.
As always thanks for those who support me, your comments are always welcomed, and they brighten my rainy days. Please keep commenting!
Wish you the best!

Barry was holding the gun against Andy when ETF blocked the hallway, ready to kill him.
"I've heard about that man who tried to take his money back here by kidnapping a girl…. so I thought it may have worked again" he said in a low firm voice.
"Barry, it didn't end very well. That man is dead."
"don't worry, it will work this time!" his big insane smile scared her. She didn't have a vest this time.
"you came to talk to me, right? Why don't we do it?"
"I came here to talk to you, not the opposite! You have thrown my brother in jail and they left him dying over there when he was already ill. They didn't cure him as they had to."
He was so mad at her that his eyes could have turned red by then, but she was too far to notice the change of colour.
"Barry, how can I be responsible for his death?" she said quietly.
"YOU HAVE SENT HIM TO PRISON!" he was now pointing the gun at Andy's chest. She closed her eyes and prayed him not to pull the trigger.
"Barry, put the gun down now!"
He overreacted when he saw all the cops in front of him and behind him and put the gun under the girl's throat.
In that moment Andy made a step forward and yelled at him to put it down, but she didn't have the time. Someone had shot him in his forehead. The young girl screamed and fell on the floor before losing her senses, covered by his blood. Andy approached her quickly, but she was immediately grabbed and taken away from that horrible scene. The last thing she remembered was that young girl screaming and two arms holding her firmly.

Several days had passed after the event at the station and Andy had received many visits from her friends. However, the hardest part of the day was the night, when she couldn't sleep at all. She stayed up late watching some boring tv program or trying to read a good book that could help her not thinking about the blood over the girl's head and clothes.
Two days later Frank gave her the permission to visit the victim and he also notified she had been discharged for a couple of weeks.
She had more than just a rough period.
Sam visited her too, but she promised him she was fine and that he shouldn't have. He brought her chocolate and flowers, but Andy's mind hardly focused on the meaning of those gifts. He repeated her many times to call him for anything she needed, but she never did it. It was inappropriate and despite she knew Sam was doing all that because of their agreed friendship, those nice gestures made her feel even more sick.
She gradually came back to work under Callaghan's supervision and, at that point, Frank started to believe that leaving 15 was something she really needed to overcome her last months.
Andy felt older and more tired every time she looked into the mirror.
She needed a new start, she deserved it too.

She was in the middle of a meeting with Callaghan to recap the details of the case one more time when Frank stepped into the office and asked Andy to visit him at the end of the shift. Her mind run immediately to the transfer request and she suddenly become distracted and curious at the same time, wondering which division her destiny had for her.
"McNally, are you ok?"
He interrupted the waterfall of thoughts spinning inside her brain. She needed to help him and stay concentrated.
" yeah, sure!"
She added quickly, picking up a photo of the victim and putting it on the blackboard. That case had no sense at all. She run a hand through her hair.
It was late and she was tired. She was looking at the glass when she saw the reflex of Marlo walking down to the locker room.
She became suddenly sad; what she hated most of the wedding story, apart from the fact that the man she wanted back was going to marry another woman, was the fact that she could barely work.
She was mad at herself because of this and the only cure she knew would have worked was leaving that place.
"ok, McNally, I got it: I lost you two pictures ago, go home, we'll continue tomorrow."
She smiled at Luke and she knew that the case wasn't a big deal for Frank so probably he wouldn't have put any pressure on them. It had been assigned from 24,16 and 5 division, where no one had been able to solve it, but for Luke that was a challenge.

She ordered all the papers and put them on Luke's table before saying good nights and watching him sitting down and starting over again. That man was insane.
She approached Frank's office, feeling the anxiety increasing: she was nervous, but she had to face the final result.
She pulled the handle and he raised his gaze to invite her to sit in from of him.
"so, here there's the request and here the new division." He paused to search on Andy face the confirmation that it was all she wanted and he found it.
"34 division, in the middle of nowhere, congratulations."
34 division. The worst case ever, fantastic.
"it will be fine"
That was all she could say after all. She had no reason to complain.
"you will have no TO detective, so I hope you are ready to work on your own. You'll have a squad of three cops working with you, probably with little experience. So, I guess I should say good luck!"
He sighed and waited for her reaction, but there was none.
She felt her heart dying inside. No Nash, no Epstein, no Gail, no Nick and Chris and Ollie anymore. NO SAM.
"I wanna thank you Frank. Not just for this, but for everything you did for me. You are an excellent staff sergeant. Please, say hello to Noelle and the baby. I wish you guys the best."
She got up and offered him her hand in a smile. He followed her shaking it.
"I want you to know I am losing one of the best right now"
"Thank you, Frank. I appreciate that."
"Come over here sometimes. Just to say hello. Hope to see you at the Penny soon."
"I will" she said it with no promise at all. She needed space and time. Mostly time.

She went out of the office, while Frank looked at her leaving and she went to Luke's office to tell him the news. He was very surprised and asked her if she was sure.
She simply nodded and made no question. They shook her hands and she thanked him for being a splendid teacher.
She left and went to the second floor where Nash was already crying with Sam set beside her, asking if everything was ok. She must have watched her talking with Frank by the window of their office, overlooking the ground floor.
The tears were running over her face. She approached her in a hug as she passed the threshold.
"Trace we talked about it. We will see each other regularly"
"I know, I know" she was snuffling.
Sam was standing behind them, puzzled about what they were talking about.
Here was the hardest part. Say him bye. Forever. Andy's heart was breaking at every step toward him.
Trace left the office, knowing what she had to do.
"Another UC, McNally?" he joked and showed curiosity, shocked by her friend reaction.
"No" she said in a tone lower than his, while she was trying to formulate a proper sentence.
"Going on vacation for some months?" he was really trying to understand what was going on, but he had no ideas.
"Sam, I'm leaving. I'll move to 34 division. I start next Monday"
She looked at him and he could see his face fall, the colour becoming whither than the usual. He was shocked. Really shocked.
"no, you can't Andy.. "
"I showed up here to say bye. And to say thank you. You did and meant a lot for me. You made me a cop, you taught me everything I had to know, and if I am here today it's because of you."
"No, no…. I mean why? Why?"
He was trying to figure it out, but he couldn't. His eyes were running desperately on her face, in her eyes, but they couldn't find anything. He was panicking.
"I want you to know that whatever you need, if you are in trouble or not, if you need to talk, you can come and knock at my door. Always. I will be there for you."
She loved him so much that she would have sacrificed her happiness for his. She wanted him to be happy over anything else. And if she could do something, she would have.
"I mean it Sam" she offered her hand and waited him to do the same, but it stayed right there in the air. He looked at it without knowing what to do. And she saw the pain on his face. She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him on a cheek.
"Be happy, Sam. Be happy."
She turned around before she could cry. All she hoped was that one day he could forgive her for what she was doing. That he could understand.
"Andy, don't do it."
It was a whisper separating his lips, a prayer from his soul.
-I can't Sam, I can't handle it. It is too hard.

She went downstairs to find everyone waiting for her. Oliver didn't waste a minute and tried to make her change idea. Nick was following him, but he looked into her eyes and he got there was some pressing reason to make her go that way. And he respected it.
"Call sometimes, little sister!" he made her laugh when he called her like that.
They all closed her in a big hug until she stepped back a bit and looked at each of them once more, before assuring them she would have visited when she could.

Sam was still standing in the office, facing the door, incredulous at what just happened and incapable to process it, to find a reason. -Why is she doing that? Why?- he remembered all the time spent together and felt the pain moving in his veins, running toward his heart.
15 division without her wouldn't have been the same. He reminded himself of all the times she made him laugh, when she made her first rookie mistake. When she arrested him. When they kissed for the first time. When they made love for the first time.
He sat down at his desk and with his hands into fists, blaming himself for that. He made her walk away. He hurt her too much that she couldn't even share that place with him. Once again it was his fault, he was just a failure, making mistake at every step.

He switched off the computer and took his phone and car keys and run out of the station. He needed to stay alone.