A/N: I'm going to try and summarize the latest episode that aired 8/4/11 and incorporate it into this fic the best that I can. Here goes!

Dis: Don't own Rookie Blue!

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Apparently it had been Luke that'd clued people in on what had happened. Luke just said that they were taking a break, nothing about him cheating, and Sam had overheard and sent her the text. Jerry somewhat had verified the story due to seeing Andy at Traci's house so that'd been the word around 15, until Andy had started interacting with Luke and Jo over the Sophie Lewis case. It seemed like that had been the large clue in and Andy hadn't noticed at first until Traci pointed it out to her at the end of the day that everyone now knew.

Then there'd been Luke. Though she'd broken up with him, the feelings had still been there and she couldn't help but to feel bad for Luke when he'd been kicked from the case. Despite what Sam had yelled at her about helping Luke after he cheated on her, as a cop, she knew she'd been doing the right thing. She'd gotten a serial killer off of the street, helped close the case of a murder of a rookie in 15, and finally got it clear that even though she had broken it off: she could still work with Luke.

She still loved him. Oh God did she still love him, but she couldn't forgive him. Not now, perhaps even never. She could never trust him after his betrayal, and you needed to trust the person you were spending the rest of your life with. When he'd taken the duct tape off of her eyes she'd seen the relief that she was okay, the love, as well as the regret before he'd held her. She'd fallen into the moment of being rescued and had clung to him until backup had arrived. Sam had been the first on the scene followed by Gail, Chris, Dov, and Oliver. All while they were setting up the perimeter, loading Nixon into the back of a car, and searching for the worker that'd let both her and Nixon in: Andy had been giving her statement on what happened and Sam had stayed next to her while Luke rode to the barn with Oliver and Nixon.

After, Andy had gone back to Division, stripped, and hung out at her locker trying to figure out what to do with her life when Sam had walked in. He had an awfully bad habit about walking into the girl's locker room and that was probably the reason why she never showered there. She knew Sam wanted to say more after apologizing for leaving her behind, but she'd had enough apologies for the day, both verbal as well as apologetic looks. She had walked away, gotten into Traci's car, and drove to her temporary home. Traci's mom had leftover tater tot hotdish in the oven on warm and they'd eaten that with a large glass of milk before turning in. Traci had checked on Leo while Andy showered, and then Andy had rested on the pull-out sofa while Traci took her turn in the bathroom.

Andy had been dozing when Traci climbed onto the pull-out and lay next to her. Both girls were silent for a moment, looking up at the ceiling while gathering their thoughts. Traci was the one who turned on her side and initiated the conversation.

"Rough couple of days… you okay?"

"I'm fi-"

"I swear to GOD if you tell me you're fine after your fiancée cheats on you, you leave the said cheating fiancée, and almost get killed by a psycho; I'm going to hit you. Hard."

"Trace…"

"Look. It's me, ok? You can't hold all this in. You need to vent and scream and get over this anger before it eats you up. Tell me how you feel, Andy!"

"Cheated." Andy twisted her head around to look at her friend, tears swimming in her eyes. "That I'm not good enough. That something is wrong with me and that's why people keep leaving me. Pulling away. I feel like I'm Alice, falling down a rabbit hole, and I don't know if I'm ever going to land. What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing. Andy there is nothing wrong with you."

"Then how come, after the dust settles, I'm always left alone?"

It was then that Andy broke down and Traci leaned over to hug her friend close as she shattered in her arms, and prayed that all the pieces would be found so that her friend could be put back together again.

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Andy poured a cup of coffee before parade. Utterly exhausted from her breakdown the night before she knew she looked like crap and wished she could've slept in longer. Sighing she dumped in a lot of creamer since there wasn't any milk around and stirred it with a swizzle stick as Sam came up beside her to pour his own black coffee.

"McNally."

"Sir."

"I'd ask you how you're doing but I'm sure that question would earn me one of your famous glares so I'll just say good to see you, and I'll see you in parade in fifteen."

He turned on his heel and headed for the briefing room and Andy fought a smile as she watched him go. She took a long drink of her hot coffee and walked to where Dov Epstein and Chris Diaz were talking animatedly about something.

"…and so I said: sir, you can't pee there, you need to find the proper facility. What does he do? Give me the finger and pee in the prized roses anyway!"

The small group laughed at Dov's story as he talked about a homeless drunk he'd had to help escort off of the premises of a higher end restaurant. He had ended up putting the guy in the tank, and that was where the guy was now, sleeping it off. Gail chose that moment to come up to the group and stand next to Chris, giving Andy a calculating look.

"You look like crap."

"Gee thanks," said Andy sarcastically. "I appreciate it."

She walked away, the trio whispering behind her. Probably talking about her and maybe scolding Gail for being her usual bitchy self. Honestly, Andy had thought Gail had gotten past that but apparently she'd been proven wrong. She took her usual seat beside Traci in the briefing room while the other three sat together. Andy had always thought they were close but looking at it now, she and Traci were much closer when it came to friendship as were those three.

Best came in to brief about the day and honestly it'd been pretty boring. Couple kids were running around stealing some things off of racks stores had outside, unattended. A couple complaints had been called at an apartment building the night before, as well as in the early morning, so someone was to go check that out. Finally, a marathon was to be run that day some officers were to be posted there as well in case they were needed. Soon, partners were handed out. Traci got Noelle, Andy got Sam, Chris and Dov were together while Gail ended up with Oliver.

"Serve, protect, and always have your partners back. Dismissed."

Chairs scraped against the floor as they got up and murmurs filled the building as they went to their assigned squad cars. Andy refilled her coffee before grabbing her duffle. She hadn't been in the mood to do her hair so it was up in a messy bun with pins holding back some stray strands. She grabbed her sunglasses and put them on before walking out into the bright sunshine.

"Hustle, McNally, we got some bad guys to catch today!"

"Yes sir," she answered, tossing her bag into the back of car 15-19. She slumped into the passenger seat, putting on her seatbelt and drinking her coffee as Sam pulled out onto the street.

"So…" Andy had been hoping that the first ten minutes of silence was a clue that it would be a quiet day. She should've known better. "You crash at Traci's?"

"Yes."

"You staying there a while?"

"Maybe."

"Kid driving you nuts yet?"

"No."

"Gunna look for your own place soon?"

"Yep."

"You're just chatty this morning," teased Sam, looking away from the road for a moment to stare at her.

"Nothing else to say…" Andy cleared her throat. "Sir."

"Right. Fine. You wanna play the quiet game? We'll play the quiet game."

They played it. By the time a half an hour passed with only the radio making noise in the car, they were pros at that game. Sam's mood had clearly gone down the tubes with her attitude but Andy couldn't find an ounce of anything in her that gave a damn at the moment. Him being grumpy, made her even crabbier, because what right did he have to be angry at her? SHE was the one that got cheated on. SHE was the one that'd had her heart broken. SHE was the one that had to deal with HIM!

"Oh thank God," she said out loud as she saw two kids running down a sidewalk with a bunch of merchandise in their arms and an elderly woman trying to chase them down with a broom. Andy grabbed for the radio. "15-19 to dispatch."

"Go ahead 15-19," said the woman dispatcher as Sam hit the lights and sirens. Of course, the kids ran even faster.

"In pursuit of two teenagers: male, Caucasian, mid-teens. Possible robbery suspects. Or location is the corner of Queen and Jameson, heading west on Queen."

"10-4."

Sam managed to pull next to the running teens and Andy took off her seatbelt and ripped open the door to start chasing them down, Sam right behind her. She needed this, the thrill of her job, to get her out of her funk. The two boys split and she took on one that ducked into an alleyway.

"STOP! POLICE!"

He didn't stop and dropped what he was carrying to move faster. Andy jumped over the pile of clothes on the alley floor and sprinted harder. Her legs and lungs burned with the speed she was moving and by the time she turned another corner he was trying to climb a fence. She managed to grab the bottom of his jean leg and pull him down without getting kicked in the face. He landed hard on the pavement and she immediately got on him, knee in his back, as she pulled out the cuffs. He groaned while she tightly secured his hands in cuffs.

"Next time the Police tell you to stop." She grunted as she pulled the young kid to his feet. "You stop!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah yeah."

Andy walked her catch back to the car, after picking up what he'd been carrying, and found Sam leaning against the passenger side while munching on a hotdog. His guy was in the back already, a look of dread on the kids face. Probably worried about what mom and dad had to say about his little heist.

"What took you so long?" he asked, mouth full of hotdog.

"Oh, you know me, I enjoy the chase."

"Had fun did you?" he asked, crumpling his napkin, grinning.

Andy shoved her guy against the car so she could search him properly, tossing the ruined articles of clothing on the hood of the cruiser. "Yep."

"I might get a smile out of you yet, McNally." He ruffled the suspect's hair. "Thanks kid!"

"Get bent!"

"Shut up," ordered Andy, right before she searched him, then tossed him into the car with his friend. She looked at Sam. "Enjoy your lunch?"

"Yep," said Sam, popping the 'p'. "Diaz and Epstein are taking statements from the store owners and witnesses. We'll swing these two around for the lady to I.D. then book them."

"Sounds like a plan," said Andy, opening the door after grabbing the clothes. "Can I be the one to call their parents?"

"You're after my heart today, McNally. Truly."

All she could do was smile before she climbed back into the car.

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Meanwhile, in an abandoned apartment building, a man slowly began to make preparations for his stay in Toronto. He's been traveling a while now, since the age of eighteen when he could finally escape his foster mother. He was back, because she was sick, and all good boys took care of their mothers when they were sick. He'd seen the whole of North America from Mexico City to Dallas, Chicago, Memphis, Washington D.C., and New York. Now that he was home, he would put all that he's learned in those cities as well as many others, to great use, but first… he needed to get ready.

Then? The fun will begin.

TBC…