A/N: Hello all! Happy New Year. I was going back to some of my favourite stories, and a couple include a situation where Sam and Andy have been away and are thrown back together in work related circumstances. Thought I'd give it a go. I'm probably going to need a lot of help and ideas, so don't hesitate to throw me a bone. This is just a prologue, and I want to know what you all think. Feel free to do so in reviews, or a PM. Thanks!

Two years ago, Andy McNally walked back into fifteen after six months away, and decided soon after that it wasn't where she needed to be. People had needed her, and she selfishly disappeared. Black and white to all her friends, not the grey mess that her life had become in those six awful weeks after Jerry's death.

Her best friend was still grieving. Her nephew was trying to make sense of it all. Gail was still in therapy after the whole ordeal of their attack, her kidnapping. Dov wound up being driven away from Crystal, and wasn't taking it well, and Chris was trying to figure out his new role as a father. And her? She and Sam broke up.

Boo freaking hoo. Put in perspective, Andy felt like an idiot.

Two years ago, she made the move to Montreal to work for the police force there, and attempt a better life.

It wasn't like she cut everyone in her old life out. She came back some weekends to visit Leo, he didn't need to lose anyone else important, and every so often Gail and Nick would drag Dov out to visit.

Dov found it hard not to hate Andy when she moved. First Chris, then her, it seemed like his comfort blanket was been ripped from toddler hands. But like clockwork, once every two months, without fail.

Two years ago, she cut Sam Swarek out of her life, because she couldn't stand the way he looked at her. The care she used to see in his eyes, was gone. She couldn't exactly blame him.

She came home, and he was all smiles. They spent that first night wrapped up in each other. And then she realized that he only took her back because he thought she'd agreed to go undercover before his confession. When she did the right thing and told him the truth, he shut down.

"Man, next time we gotta try and make it to the bed. McNally, your couch is awful." Sam laughed, stroking her hair as she lay on top of him. Her throw blanket was spread out on top of her sweaty, naked body. She laughed tiredly, running her fingers across his chest. While nothing else felt normal yet, this was helping. Him being there... it felt like she'd gone back in time.

"You mean you. I open my door, am basically tackled, and dragged to the couch? I mean, you've brought this on yourself Detective Swarek." She said pointedly. He let out a deep breath, and she turned her head, so her chin was resting on his chest.

"You heard huh?" He said. It was a question without an answer. She'd only been back a few hours, and after letting Traci occupy that time with a lecture on leaving in the dead of night, Sam showed up on her door step, with that look. He was a man of few words, and normally it was a problem, but this time, she knew exactly what he was trying to say. He missed her, and he needed her.

"I'm proud of you." She mumbled sleepily.

"I'm proud of you too."

The memory of the almost perfect moment, it still made her shutter. It was almost too much to handle. She nearly had everything she wanted...

So now, two years later, standing in staff sergeant Dumont's office, she was being told that Fifteen needed her back in Toronto for a case. A murder, involving five of the people she and Nick made contact with during their op. A murder, meaning not only would she be going home to see all her friends, but Sam and Luke too. Two years of trying to make a new life, trying to forget, and move on; down the drain.