New McCollins story for you guys :) This is set between 5x3 and 5x4

Title: Jinx
author: Cindy Ryan
pairings: Nick/Andy, Chloe/Dov

Chloe Price tossed the decorating magazine down on the coffee table with disgust. She'd been out of the hospital for two weeks and was still not cleared to go back to light duty. The doctors had finally removed the blood clot a week ago after it had reduced enough on it's own to make the surgery viable.. Now when she should be excited about the new apartment she and Dov had moved into Chloe was bored. She was tired of being cooped up and 'resting'.

Despite the being shot and almost well technically dying thing Chloe missed being a cop. She missed the 15th. She wanted to be back on the streets. Dov had been filling her in on daily happenings but it wasn't the same. Not to mention she had mixed feelings about Frank having to step down and Oliver's promotion. Chloe understood that Frank was the boss and held responsible but still it didn't seem fair that the whole mess should fall at his feet.

Falling back onto the sofa her head bumping lightly against the left arm rest Chloe sighed. She knew how lucky she was and she was grateful. Everybody she cared about was safe. Most importantly she still had Dov. Chloe shuddered thinking about him being held hostage at the diner. She was fortunate that fate had smiled on them that night. Not only had they both survived the night but Dov had forgiven her for not telling him about Wes Chloe stretched her right hand reaching once again for the magazine. Things were slowly returning to normal at the 15th even with Oliver's promotion. She could either use the recuperation time moping or being constructive. With a smile Chloe decided to see what the furniture trend was this spring.

Nick Collins rubbed the back of his neck tiredly. He'd been picking up a lot of overtime since the shooting. He was telling himself it was because the 15th was short handed but in reality he knew it was to keep himself busy; to try to forget the hurt; to try to forget Andy. Which was next to impossible to due since she was on the same shift. At least her new stint as a T.O kept her busy. Still they inevitably ran into each other. Outside of parade, outside the locker room, the parking lot the list was endless. Part of Nick had considered a transfer but the 15th had become more of a home than anything in recent years. He didn't want to leave it or his friends.

Shaking away the fatigue Nick made his way through the squad room and headed for the parking lot. Since he was in early he was riding solo; a blessing today. No idle chit chat to try to keep up with. The headache starting to form was already an indication it was going to be a rough day. At least he wouldn't have to worry about offending a partner with his bad mood.

Andy had thought being busy as a T.O would make things easier. Unfortunately the things she shoved to the back of her mind during working hours surfaced with a vengeance during the precious little free time she had before and after shift. Now it was the middle of the week nearly a month since Ford had tried to kill Nick and nearly succeeded in killing Sam instead. It'd been her worst nightmare unfolding. Two of the most important people in her life in danger and things happening too fast for Andy to do anything. The nightmares had eased once Sam was out of the hospital. Still once in awhile Andy found her sleep robbed by images of blood and death never being able to see for sure who was hurt or who was dead.

Shaking the bad images and thoughts away as best she could Andy continued about her task for the morning of running errands. Many daily things had understandably gotten shoved way down the priority list in the immediate hours following the shooting. Then on top of that she had to deal with the investigation into the diner hostage incident. Covering a yawn Andy parked her car in the parking lot of her next stop and got out. Maybe just maybe tonight she'd be able to sleep solid and then once her body was rested she could start to figure out the mess that was her life.

"1519 in pursuit of robbery suspect heading west on 16th street. Suspect vehicle is a dark blue pickup truck partial plate 873."Nick called into his radio as he floored the accelerator of the squad car.

At least the pickup was easy to keep in sight in the midday traffic Nick thought with a sigh. He should've known his day was going far too easy. He'd gotten a call for the residential robbery and had just been about to question the home owner when a black haired man had burst out of the garage and took off in a old model pickup.

"1519 backup is five minutes from your location."Dispatch reported.

"Copy."Nick acknowledged as he moved around a slow moving mail truck.

The suspect barreled off sixteenth and headed onto a bridge. Just as Nick began reporting the new location the robber did the last thing he expected. The pickup spun in a 360 and dove into the opposite lane earning squealing brakes and annoyed horns from other drivers. Nick looked behind him before spinning his squad to follow. The police car had just made it half a turn when the pickup rammed him. Nick fought to regain control of his vehicle but the impact had been too much for the half turned car. Nick had just enough time to avoid the other cars in the lane behind him before the squad hit the guard rail and broke through. Nick sent off a prayer as he plummeted off the bridge into the water below.