Hi guys, so this is my second story. I was on a bit of roll, I hope everyone likes it. Please leave me a review, let me know if you like my writing, it might not be my thing, but you need to tell me (also tell me if you like it, it makes me happy :) )

Chapter 1:

I look at her, sitting at her desk, reading another case file. I'm not sure how I am going to tell her. We have drifted apart, which shouldn't come as a surprise.

Her fiancé died because of me, and then I up and left for six months, and since being back, the only person I feel I can relate to; is Nick. So drifting apart, I guess would be normal.

I tap lightly on the glass door, Traci waves me in without even looking up.

"Trace, can we talk?" I ask, my voice barely audible because of my nerves.

"Of course Andy"

I take a deep breath and sigh.

"I'm taking a lateral transfer, over to the RCMP, I leave in three days, I hope you understand, I think it's better for everyone if I just leave, there is nothing but awkwardness when I'm around 15".

Traci is just staring at me, tears are welling in her eyes, she gets up slowly comes over to me, and gives me a hug. She holds me tight and in croaky voice finally speaks "Is this because of Sam?" She lets go of me and we sit.

I think about it for a while, and finally decide to let it all out.

"Trace, this is about a lot of things, me for the most part" I sigh wondering how to go on.

"Were you ever told what happened the night Jerry died?" I asked.

"Yes, I was, Andy, if this is going where I think its going, don't, in this job all we do is make guesses, all we have are our instincts, they are what save us but also what can kill us, you did what your gut told you to do, you were wrong, but we are all wrong sometimes, as police officers the consequences are worse, but it doesn't change the fact that we still only have our instincts. Andy, it was Perrick and Perrick alone who stabbed Jerry, not you".

I nod my head slowly, thinking about her words.

"I really am sorry about everything, for Jerry and not being here for you when you needed me, I know things have changed, but you are still my best friend" I give a weak smile.

"I know Andy".

"This will be my last day at 15, I'm taking the rest of the time to sort things before I have to go, I'll miss you"

"I'll miss you too, we will have phone dates ok?" We both giggle a little at that.

"Definitely".

I get up and walk out of her office.

I know she has forgiven me for everything, in fact I don't think she ever really blamed me, but I do, I blame me.