The alarm on the bed stand went off early Monday morning. Andy groaned and whacked at it a couple time until she hit the snooze button.

"Rise and shine, McNally, it's a big day." Sam walked over to the window and pulled back the curtains to let in some daylight. He had been up for a little while now; he got up earlier than his wife most mornings so he could walk Boo. Another muffled groan came from Andy's direction as her head was stuffed in the pillow, trying to escape the light from the window.

"Okay then, we'll go to 'plan B'," Sam said.

Sam whistled and Andy could her something thumping up the stairs. Her half-awake brain took a little too long to connect the dots and by the time she had, Boo had jumped up on the bed and was drowning Andy in wet, slobbery kisses. Andy was able to fend him off enough to sit up and rub her eyes.

"Morning Sunshine," Sam said as she was finally awake. I'm surprised, you're usually eager about things like a promotion."

"Yeah, well, I think it has me a little nauseous."

"That's normal," Sam had taken a seat on the bed next to her. "You felt that way day one at the academy, and on your first shift, right?"

Andy nodded.

"And all of those experiences went well, this one will be no different. Hey, most cops couldn't go into a significant promotion without being a little nervous."

"What about you, detective?", Andy raised an eyebrow at him. "What was you first day as detective like?"

"Well, I did say most cops and, as you assuredly know, I'm not like most cops."

Andy lightly punched him, "Sam…,"

"Of course I was nervous. I couldn't let that show though, I have an image to maintain. But you can bet I was feeling the pressure, not wanting to screw up, let anybody down. But Andy, look, you're the most confident copper I know, you got this."

"Okay everybody, settle down." Oliver called Parade to order and the commotion began to die down. Today is Sergeant McNally's first shift as such so, Andy, here are you new epaulettes." Oliver handed them to her. They featured the sergeant's stripes above her badge number. Andy ran her thumb over the stripes and relished in the reward that all the hard work over the last few months had brought.

When parade ended Andy swapped out her epaulettes and put her old ones in her locker.

"Those stripes look good on you."

Startled, Andy turned around to find Sam leaning in the door way, smiling at her.

"They feel good, too," Andy returned the smile. "What are you working on today?"

"Nothing much, getting caught up on paperwork, sending stuff through to the prosecutor. Nothing as glamorous as what you'll be doing. Driving around taking whatever calls you want, bossing people around, good police work."

They had left the locker rooms and were heading out towards the door to the parking lot. "Tell me," Andy started, "when you got minted you went for the transfer to U.C., right?"

"Yep, I'd been in uniform for some time and I just wanted to see what else there was. Turned out I was really good at it and had a promising future. That is, until an overeager rookie came along and, well, you know the rest. Still had that command trait though, as you so aptly pointed out when I was training Nick."

"Well between me and Nick, you have a great training record."

"I don't like to brag," Sam dropped his voice to just above a whisper, "but I am pretty great. Seriously though, Oliver always was going to be a teacher, a mentor. I didn't think it was for me. I guess I was wrong."

"Hmm, maybe you just got two great rookies that didn't require a top-notch teacher," Andy teased.

"Well, we can't all be Oliver Shaws," Sam conceded. "I mean he is in the top 3 of cops in the service.

"Oh, my god, he told me the exact same thing the other day after parade. Word-for-word, basically."

"Really, That's kind of weird. I better go talk with him. We can't be stealing each other's lines."

Andy chuckled, "Yeah we were discussing with Chloe about the test, the application, you now? And I think he was trying to ease my nerves. Oh, and he may have mentioned that my score was superior to a certain someone's?"

"Who? Me?"

Andy shrugged.

"They had reached the door to the parking lot. Sam opened it and held it open for her. "All I can say is that my skill set is vastly different from yours McNally, it's like comparing apples to oranges, like saying…". The door shut behind them, cutting off the rest of Sam's justification and Andy's laughs to those inside.

Andy was cruising the division in 15S3, the same truck she had ridden along with Campbell in. 15S1 is reserved for the staff sergeant and S2-S4 are for the road sergeants. She was excited to be out of the car, liked the power of a bigger vehicle with the word 'supervisor' on it.

She was starting to feel hungry but it was too early to stop for lunch yet so she pulled up outside a general store to pick up a snack. AS she killed the engine and popped the door to step out, the radio squawked.

"Dispatch, this is 1518. Show me in pursuit, red Camry, southbound Humberside between Dundas and Keele."

"Copy 1518, any units please respond."

"15 Sierra 3, mark me." Andy had gotten back in the Tahoe and was already driving in the general direction of the chase but wasn't that chase. She flipped on the siren and flashers and gained speed. She recognized the voice in 1518 as belonging to Wendy Young. Andy obviously knew of her but wasn't that close. She was closer to Sam's academy class than hers.

"1504 responding." Diaz and Zettle.

"1509 too." Peck and Foxx. Good, Andy told herself, odds are at least one of them was closer than she was. AS others called in that they were responding as well, Andy grabbed her radio. "1518, 15 Sierra 3, update on position?

Nothing came back. Andy didn't panic right away. If she was riding solo, which a veteran officer such as herself probably was, she may not be able to grab the radio and respond right that second. As the moments ticked by and still no response came back she began to worry. Nobody had any clue where the chase was at or where to set up and wait.

"Dispatch, 15 Sierra 3, can you run a trace on 1513's location?"

A few seconds later, "1518 is showing at the corner of Glenlake and Quebec, stopped, has been for a bit."

Shit, Andy thought, if she was stopped and not responding something might be really wrong.

"1504, we're right around the corner, stand by."

Andy registered that she was just a couple minutes out now.

"This is 1504, 10-50 at Glenlake and Quebec involving our unit and possible suspect car. Rush fire rescue. Civilian car is on its side and our unit's in a house."

Fuck, this was bad.

"1504, confirm, you report our unit is in a house?"

"Yes, 1518 has crashed through the front of a house."

"1509, pulling up now, we'll take the civilian car. 1504, take the house and squad car." Gail said confidently.

As first on scene Chris technically had the call on how to handle it until Andy arrived but he wasn't going to challenge Gail. "Copy," was all Chris came back with. Andy was also just around the corner and could see the light from the flashers on the other squad cars bouncing off houses. This was it, her first scene as Sergeant. Nothing like a trial by fire he thought to herself.

Andy skidded to a stop, killed the siren but left the flashers on, jumped out of the truck and grabbed her radio, "15 Sierra 3, we need more units for traffic control at the 10-50. Also, ETA on fire rescue?"

"Copy 15 Sierra 3, fire and rescue is still 5-10 minutes out, had to reroute from a warehouse fire on the west end."

"10-4." Andy keyed her mic again, "Diaz, what's your status?"

"We're trying to get a look inside the house, not having much luck, may need to kick in the back.

"Don't do that! The structural integrity may be compromised. We don't need this getting any worse. I'm coming your way." As Andy began jogging over to Diaz and Zettle she radioed again, "Peck, status?"

"We believe the driver was ejected, Foxx and I are fanning out."

"Any passengers?"

"Uh, negative, none that we could see."

"Copy that."

She made it over to where Diaz and Zettle were, staring at the tail end of a cruiser sticking out of the house. The front two-thirds inside the house, Andy could finally hear the welcome sound of sirens hurrying toward them. "Okay, don't go in or try to move anything, but try to establish verbal contact with her. I'm going back to the suspect car, make sure nothing was missed."

Andy jogged off again, towards the car laying on its side in the middle of the intersection.

"1513 on scene, where do you want me?"

"Price, divert to Peck and Foxx and join their search."

"Got it, I see them now."

The car was an old-model Camry. The side panel on top was very damaged, Andy could only assume the other was in a similar state. She looked through the shatter windows and noted the hole in the windshield. That paired with the lack of a driver backed up Peck's assumption. It was apparent the rest of the passenger compartment was empty of victims so either the driver was alone or anybody else was also thrown out. Andy was about to move away from the car and head back to the house when she heard a faint, but persisting noise coming from the trunk.