A/N: The position Andy is studying for is that of a Sergeant, not Staff Sergeant. Sergeant is the next level up from Andy' current rank of Constable according to the Toronto Police rank structure, a logical progression. Basically, it puts her in a patrol supervisory roll above a regular officer but still below detectives and obviously Staff Sergeants. I apologize if there was any confusion and hopefully this clears it up.

Andy rolled over, away from the bright light streaming in through the window. She reached out to find a warm spot next to her. Sam must have gotten up. She glanced over at the clock on her bed stand. 7:12. She stretched some before getting up and finding the house empty. On the counter, she found a note from Sam.

Took Boo for a walk, be back in 20 -S.

He had written 7:00 at the bottom of the note so he should be back soon. Andy went to start some coffee and opened the fridge to contemplate breakfast possibilities. Sam walked in with Boo halfway through her debate between pancakes or omelets. Sam moved to give Andy a good morning kiss but Boo beat him there.

"Good morning sweetheart," Sam said once Boo had got his fill. They kissed and lingered in the moment. When the broke Sam went over to Boo Radley's food and poured some into his bowl. Andy poured 2 cups of coffee and asked him what he wanted to eat.

"Pancakes sound great, hon. What do you need me to do?"

Andy smiled, she loved that Sam was always willing to help with cooking. He was also very good at it, better than her even.

By the time breakfast was over, they had an hour to drop Boo off at his sitter's and get to work. Sam had court today so he dropped her off in front of the station and drove off towards the courthouse. It had been 3 months since Connor had been reassigned and Andy had settled back into her role as patrol officer. The Daniels case had gone cold and Sam had talked her into taking the sergeant's exam to get it off of her mind. So, she had been studying for that in her off hours. Most days she found herself partnered with Chloe and Price liked to quiz her in between calls. She was scheduled to take the exam next weekend and was feeling confident.

That particular day, Chloe was working booking and Andy found herself riding solo. She didn't mind it but Sam always worried a bit more. Andy didn't mind that either, she appreciated Sam's attachment and realized that his worry was for him as much as her. He couldn't live if something happened to her.

She had just arrived on scene for a call to assist detectives at a possible murder scene. That probably meant canvassing the neighborhood. Since the scene is in the middle of a gang-infested neighborhood, it was unlikely that anything would come from said canvassing. However, since gang involvement was almost a given, Traci might be on scene and that was enough to make Andy respond to the call eagerly.

She parked at the curb behind a couple of unmarked squad cars and walked under the crime scene tape and into the house. The house was shabby as was to be expected and smelled of spoiled food. Not to mention the smell a dead body brought about. A detective Andy didn't recognize stepped out of a room to her left, he was probably from Homicide or Guns and Gangs. "Hi, I'm Officer McNally, I took the call to assist the detectives on scene."

He pointed down the hallway across from them and said, "Down there." He walked out of the house without offering his name. Andy shrugged and walked down the hallway and heard voices in the last room on the right. She poked her head in to find Nash and Anderson squatted over a body that was completely covered except for his head by a yellow crime scene sheet. There was also someone from the forensics lab taking notes.

"Detectives?"

"Hey Andy," Traci stood up and acknowledged her best friend.

"Does this guy ring any bells, McNally?", Frankie asked without preamble.

"No, not really. Should he?"

Frankie tilted the victim's head to the side so Andy could see the neck better. There was no doubt that he was the guy in the photo from the lawyer's apartment. The tattoo was very apparent. As was the single gunshot wound in his forehead.

"The guy from the photo in the Daniels case." Andy said

"Ding, Ding", Frankie pulled the yellow sheet up over his head.

On the other side of the sheet was a subcompact Glock, the same model that detectives in the service carried. Andy wasn't close enough to tell if the caliber was the same. "Suicide?", Andy asked.

"It looks that way but-," Traci began

"It's not. It's homicide," Frankie said point blank.

"His real name is Enrique Rojas, member of Los Viboras," Traci said. We also found a blood-stained knife. It's on its way back to the lab for testing but I'm willing to bet on the results. It's the Daniel's murder weapon. And it's got a good set of prints on the handle. We all know who those will belong to," she said jerking a thumb behind her toward Rojas.

"So, this guy killed her?", Andy Asked.

"Maybe, maybe not. If not, whoever killed him wants us to think so."

"Ok," Andy nodded. "So, what do you need me to do?"

You're going to come with me and go through this guy's background and see if anything rings familiar with you from the other case. Also, I need a ride back to 15.

Traci was dissecting the file they had on Mr. Rojas. He had been arrested a few times for possession, once with intent. He was also a suspect in a B&E but the detective on the case couldn't make anything stick. He had no record on file from other jurisdictions so Traci was willing to bet that he'd been here is whole life. His childhood addresses were all foster homes, no mention of biological parents. Traci sighed, she had seen to many gang bangers with files very similar to this. So far though, she had found nothing to connect Rojas to Mary Daniels, the murdered lawyer.

Andy was cross-refencing the Law firm Mary worked at with Los Viboras. So far nothing was coming up. They were both getting tired of the dead ends and dissipating leads. She stood up and said, "I'm gonna go downstairs and get some coffee, you want anything?"

"Yeah, I'll take a coffee, too."

"2 coffees coming up."

Andy stepped into the lounge and found Epstein returning something to the fridge.

"Hey Dov, remember Drew?"

"Yeah, I heard about that. Found dead today. You working it?"

"Detective Anderson is working the actual homicide, I'm helping Traci try to find a connection between Mary Daniels' death and Enrique Rojas'."

"So, Drew is really an Enrique. At least with his real name you should be able to build a history. There's got to be a connection somewhere. It's a pretty strange coincidence if not."

"Yeah, that's what we're working on. Traci is reading into him personally and I'm cross-referencing his name and gang against records at Mary's law firm. So far, we got nothing"

"What about the clinics?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Mary Daniels worked for some legal clinics before she landed at the big firm. If she ever came in contact with a guy like Rojas, I'd bet it would be there."

"Do you have the names of these clinics."

"Uh, no. But I made a note to get the names. Then Detective Anderson took it over."

"Let's go see if she has them." They walked out of the lounge to the office that used to be Luke's.

They found Frankie on the phone and she held up a finger to them indicating to wait a moment. Shortly she hung up and addressed them. "That was ballistics. They got a match for the slug the M.E. pulled from Rojas. Matches a bullet pulled from the wall at a pawn shop B&E about a year ago."

"So who's the suspect?", Andy asked.

"Enrique Rojas."