Andy sat in the living room of the apartment and studied the profile of the first photographer. Sam had swept through the place and set up a contact centre in the bedroom. It was a high end apartment with a large well equipped kitchen that opened into a dining room with a table and chairs that was big enough for 8 people.

The living room was wide and cleanly decorated with a wall of windows looking out over a park. A long couch wrapped around the fire place and a small coffee table in the centre brought it all together.

Sam opened the bedroom door after setting up, but rather than come straight into the living room he hung back and watched her. She had her hair down, pinned up only at the sides with some butterfly clips. One of her hands reached up to idly stroke her neck, the other was flipping through pages of a file that rested on her lap. Without wanting to Sam could hear the sound of her moaning from when she lay beneath him but he dispelled the thoughts that were mushrooming there and walked into the room fully. He came around the couch and stood in front of her, his hands rested on his hips.

"Ready?"

"Hmmm?" She looked up from the file and frowned at his stance. His face was contorted into a frown and he was staring at her. "Yeah, yeah I'm ready. First up is a nature photographer." She reached down into the briefcase by her feet that Gerry had given her and pulled out some pamphlets for Algonquin Park.

"What are you going to ask him?" his voice was terse.

"About his alibi for the last two murders."

"Just like that?"

"No! Of course not."

"How are you going to do it?"

"I don't know, I'll…I'll ask him if he was at a photography fair in Calgary!" Sam had to concede that she had come up with a good idea but his face didn't show it. Instead he just kept staring at her. "What?"

"Don't let them get too close, don't let them control the conversation, don't let them touch you. I'll be right in the other room listening in. You know the safe word?" He spoke fast but kept staring at her.

"Pumpkins." She replied as she held his eye contact.

"Your gun?"

"Here." She patted the cushion to her left.

"Okay, he should be here any minute now."

After interviewing 6 different photographers Andy had her routine down pat. She had adjusted her questions based on the style of photography that they preferred. Over the last few hours she insisted she was a lover of nature photographer, family portraits, long exposure night shots and even food photography. Each of them were eliminated as they stated where they were on the dates chosen. Sam who was listening in to each interview, was double checking information, calling stated alibis for confirmation then through the earpiece Andy was wearing he signalled it was ok to let them go.

It was a smooth running operation but mentally exhausting. As Andy showed the latest photographer to the door she went back to the couch and grabbed the next file. A wedding photographer. Sam came through from the bedroom and bee lined for the kitchen. He boiled the kettle to make fresh coffee and called out to her to see if she wanted any. When she didn't respond he popped his head around and called out her name.

"Hey, Andy!"

"Yeah? What?"

"Coffee?

"Sure." He grabbed a clean mug and made them both coffee then carried it into the living room and sat next to her on the couch.

"Tired?"

"Not tired…exhausted."

"Late nights will do that to ya." he looked away as he spoke and sipped his drink. Andy cast him a sideways glance but didn't respond. "So who is next?"

Andy glanced at her watch then checked the schedule and grabbed the appropriate file.

"Graham Gibson. Wedding Photographer."

"So you will be playing the part of the blushing bride?"

"Yeah I guess so."

Before they could continue to talk there was a soft knock at the door. The door man on the ground floor was an officer from the division, instructed to keep all suspects separated and only let up the relevant one at the right time. Sam put his cup down and turned to the door. He glanced over at Andy and nodded. She nodded back as she stood to answer it. She brushed down the front of her outfit and went to the door. After checking over her shoulder to see that Sam was gone she opened the door with a wide smile.

"Mr Gibson?"

"Graham, please. Ms Draper I presume?" They shook hands and Andy looked him up and down. He was just under six foot with a medium build. He was well dressed and was carrying a wide portfolio case.

"Yes, come in." They walked from the door to the living room where Andy had various wedding paraphernalia spread out on the coffee table. "Please, take a seat, would you like a drink?"

"No, I'm fine thank you."

"Ok, so shall we just get started?"

"Yes." Graham pulled his portfolio on his knees and unzipped it to open it up fully. Inside Andy could see a wide range of wedding photographs on display. "Is your fiancé joining us?" Graham said as he pointed at the other cup on the coffee table, steam still emanating from the half drank coffee inside.

"Em…" Andy looked over her shoulder at the bedroom door where Sam had disappeared and before she could respond he came out. He walked quickly to the couch and embraced Andy from behind, planted a quick kiss on her cheek then held his hand out to Graham.

"Hi, Paul Stafford," he said as they shook hands then he came around to the other side of the couch to sit next to Andy. "Sorry I'm late, office called."

"No problem."

Sam draped an arm loosely over Andy's shoulder and smiled at Graham as he started to explain his style of photography. They let him speak and awaited their chance to ask questions.

"I was at the wedding fair in Ottawa on the 9th, and there was a photographer there who spoke about filter exposures for low light pictures."

"Oh?"

"It was fascinating. Were you at the fair yourself?"

"No, I had a wedding on the 9th. It was a 2 day affair out in Seguenay." Graham chuckled. "You'll find any photographer worth their weight is generally too busy to attend wedding fairs."

Sam and Andy exchanged glances.

"What about the fair in Toronto on the 16th last month? I heard that was invite only for the photographers."

"Yeah that's how they get to charge so much for entry." Graham looked at them both then shuffled forward to the edge of his seat. "Look, I don't say this to everyone but I can see you two are a bit more discerning when it comes to your wedding details. Some couples go to these fairs, find the photographer with the best coupon, find the baker with the tallest cake, or find the hotel with the cheapest wine. But you two, you two are looking for something that fits. And that's what I do. I find people who fit together and I make sure everyone knows it."

Sam and Andy shifted uncomfortably on the sofa. The arm he had around her back had slipped lower and his fingers were now around her waist.

"Okay, so you can leave a card and we'll be in touch." Andy spoke as she stood up from the couch and Sam let his hand fall off behind her. The photographer stared at her in confusion for a moment as if unsure that he was being ushered out but when Sam stood up also he got the message.

He gathered up the pictures and sipped them up in his portfolio. As Andy walked him to the door Sam hurried back to the operations room to check out the details from their conversation. When Andy joined him after seeing the photographer out, she plonked onto the bed beside him.

"It all checks out." Sam pointed to the screen he was working on. "His website has dated photos of the wedding in Seguaney."

"Yeah I figured."

"Why?"

"He was way too smug about his photography profession to be side lining as a serial killer."

Sam chuckled and shook his head as he pulled up the profile of the next photographer. "We'll make a detective out of you yet McNally."

"Detective? Me?"

"Yeah. Don't you want to be a detective?"

"I dunno, I never really thought of myself as a detective."

"No?"

"I love being a copper. A beat copper specifically. I love the interaction with people. Not just dead bodies."

Sam looked over at her for a moment. "You always keep me guessing McNally," he said softly as he returned his focus to the profile on the screen.

The silence between them was heavy and Andy wanted to pop it, wanted to talk to him, ask him what he was thinking but the knock on the door drew her attention back to the matter at hand. She stood and fixed her outfit then with a final glance back to him she went to answer it.

It was close to 10PM when they finished with all their appointments and every single one of their photographers had alibis that they could verify. Sam was packing up in the bedroom as Andy cleared up in the living room. He carried the bags of equipment out to the apartment door then came back to her to double check they had everything. Andy had her bag packed and was washing the cups they used in the kitchen.

"Ready?"

"Yeah, let me just dry these."

"Leave them, let them dry on the drain."

"Its two cups Sam, it will take 20 seconds." She reached for the dishtowel on the hook by the fridge then quickly dried the cups and put them away. "There."

She turned to flash him a smile but when she found him staring at her, having not moved from when he first came in her smile faded. For a moment she couldn't move. Caught between his stare and her fear then she brushed both aside and closed the distance between them in two easy steps. She grabbed his face with her hands and kissed him. And he let her. At first.

Before she could deepen the kiss, before he could let her, he lifted his hands up to hers and gently pried them away from his cheeks then pulled back and looked down at her flush face.

"Stop Andy…I can't."

"Sorry…" she took her hands out of his and shoved them into the back of her jeans, palms out.

"It's not right."

"I thought…I thought you wanted it."

"God Andy…" he moved towards her but she took a step back. "I do, of course I do… but it's not right. Emma and I-"

"Emma didn't seem to come into it the other night at my apartment," she bit back at him.

"I know, I'm an idiot, I shouldn't have done that."

"You regret it?"

"No! Yes… I dunno. Christ you fog things up!" He was getting angry and started to pace in front of her. "You always do! I need to walk away from this before someone gets hurt."

"Too late for that Sam," she muttered under her breath.

"Too late?" Her words riled him up even more and made him stop pacing. He turned on his heel to face her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, forget it."

"No. Tell me, whom am I supposed to have hurt?"

"I said forget it."

"God dammit, that's just so typical of you Andy. Get all caught up in the middle of something, get me all riled up and frustrated beyond belief, then when I call you on it you mutter something and back away like a petulant child."

"What?" His words cut through her like a hot knife, leaving in its wake a trail of anger and shock.

"And it's not like you were sitting at home pinning for me anyway."

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh grow up Andy, we're both adults here. Neither of us owes anything to the other."

"Hold on a second there, what do you think-"

"You know what Andy, forget. You're right. Let's just walk away here. Because if I have to stay here for a moment longer…"

Andy watched in horrified silence as he turned and started to walk out but before he opened the door he turned to look at her. His face contorted into a mixture of hurt and anger.

"Just do one thing for me McNally. Next time you are on a call to me, and you toss your phone down to have sex, just make sure you end the call first."

With that he pulled the door open, grabbed his bags and walked out, leaving the room resonating with the reverberation of the slammed door.

Andy stood stock still in the kitchen for a minute afterwards as she tried to process exactly what had happened. And as realisation dawned on her, she wanted to curl up into a tight little ball of humiliation and die.

A/N: Sorry its such a short chapter today guys but I haven't had a chance to get much writing done. But I wanted to upload this so you didn't think I had abandoned the fic!

**Hope you dont hate this chapter, it was kind of a rush job! :/