Sorry that it took so long for the update. I've been focusing on my other Rookie Blue fic, Never Stop Fighting. However, I missed this story and so I am back to updating. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Andy's eyes fluttered open and it was at that moment that she realized the sun was shining in through her window. She sprang up in bed, fumbling for the alarm clock that was on her nightstand.

"Crap." Oh yeah, she was late. So much for going for that much needed run this morning.

Andy ran around her apartment like a crazy person, throwing on the first thing that she came into contact with. Furiously, she brushed her teeth and managed to pull her hair back, which had dried at odd angles overnight.

Her first day back on the job already didn't seem too promising.

Skidding to a stop in the kitchen, Andy jerked open a cabinet and shook two granola bars out of their respective box and crammed them into her bag along with a bottle of water. Hopefully, she would have time to eat them later. She looked longingly at her coffee maker, but she knew there was no way she had time for that. She would have to skip the coffee for today and grab some of the crappy stuff they had at work.

Andy glanced at her watch. She might still have time, but not if she walked, like she usually did. There was no way she was going to be late for Parade today. She was not getting stuck in Bookings. Not today.

Andy dug her cell phone out of her rumpled jeans pockets. She could call a cab, but they would most likely take ten to twenty minutes to arrive.

"Think!" Andy cried out, fidgeting and pacing back and forth. Traci and Nick both lived too far away, plus they were both probably on their way to work, if not there already.

Realization dawned on Andy that Sam was the only one that lived close enough and wouldn't have left to go to work yet. "Oh come on," she groaned, slumping against the counter.

Andy had a decision to make and not a lot of time to make it. Call for a cab or call Sam? She could hear the clock in the kitchen ticking loudly, illustrating her point.

Andy hesitated only a moment more before taking her cell phone and dialing…

Andy pushed herself up off the front steps of her apartment building as the familiar truck pulled to a stop in front of her. She didn't hesitate because if she did, she might not ever get in. She yanked the door open and slid in the passenger seat of Sam's truck, shutting the door behind her.

Sam waited for her to buckle up and then he pulled out from the curb. One of his arms was hanging out the window, the other slung lazily over the steering wheel.

They sat in an awkward silence for quite some time before Andy couldn't take it anymore. Sam knew she would crack first.

"Thank you for giving me a ride," she said. It came out in a rush because she was nervous. She knew he could tell. She took a deep breath before she continued. "To be honest, I really didn't think you were going to come," she admitted.

Sam took his eyes off the road for a moment to raise his eyebrows at her. "And why would you think that McNally?" His eyes refocused on the road but Andy could see the delicious smirk on his face. Delicious? No, no. She meant annoying.

Andy opened her mouth. There were a million things that she could say right now. Why didn't she think he would come? Because you left me in the rain after you broke up with me? Because I left for six months after you told me you loved me? Because you have a new girlfriend now and have obviously moved on with your life? But she couldn't make herself say any of those things and so she snapped her mouth shut.

After a few moments, she countered his question with one of her own. "Why did you come Sam?"

Sam cocked his head to the side, a sign that he was thinking about what he should say. Finally he settled on, "Because you called and said you needed me. That's what friends do, right?" No sooner had the word, friends escaped his lips then he wanted to take it back.

Andy's heart sunk in her chest. "Oh right, friends. Ouch." She averted her gaze and turned slightly so she was looking out the window. All of a sudden, the space between them seemed too close and she wanted out. She regretted even bringing up the conversation in the first place.

The truck lurched to a stop at a red light. Sam tapped his thumb against the steering wheel, unsure of what to say. He realized he had made a mistake, but he couldn't take it back now. He waited for Andy to make the next move.

"Look, I just thought it would be a good thing to talk about things because we are back working together and obviously we left some things…unresolved," Andy said, beating herself up over the fact that she was the first one to break the silence, again.

Sam chuckled without humor. "You really don't get it do you?" Sam snapped at her.

Andy was taken aback. "Get what?" she balked.

"How much it hurt to have you walk away from me. To leave me sitting at the Penny, waiting for you to show up after I…you know…said what I said," Sam finished in a huff. "This is the longest red light in history," he mumbled to himself. He didn't know why he had just said all of that, but Andy wanted to talk, so…there it was. He didn't like this whole "wearing your heart on your sleeve" crap.

Andy was equally as shocked at Sam's rare display of emotion. "Sam, I…"

At that moment, the light finally turned green and Sam pressed a little too hard on the gas pedal, causing Andy to fly back against the seat. "Shit, Sam!" she sputtered, trying to right herself.

Before she could return the conversation back to them, the truck bounced into the parking lot of the precinct. Silently, Sam parked the car. Andy glanced at her watch, noticing that, thanks to Sam, she was now early.

Andy wasn't sure what to do and her hand hovered uncertainly by the door handle. She didn't want to leave, not without trying to fix this. But she wasn't even sure that that is what Sam wanted…

Sam sighed heavily and rested both of his arms on the steering wheel as he stared out the window. The sky was bleak, the city covered with fog. "Listen, Andy…" He trailed off and Andy didn't like where this was going. "I'm happy with Marlo now. I've…moved on. That is my choice and I am sticking to it." He felt like none of this was coming out right and furiously, he rubbed the heel of his hand against his eye. "You don't get to just come back into my life and take over again. That's not how it works," he finished, exasperated. He couldn't even look at her; he just slumped in his seat.

Stung, Andy waited for him to say more. He didn't. Resigned, she pulled on the handle and jumped out.

Say something you fool. She's getting away again. But Sam stayed silent. It was easier for her to just walk away.

But Andy was usually one to get the last word and she couldn't leave without saying her two cents. She whipped around to face the truck, where Sam was still sitting. Her eyes were flashing; she was livid. Thankfully, the window was still open so she peered in.

"You don't get to do this either Sam. I asked for a ride, nothing more and as friends that's all it should be. I'm sorry that I wanted to try and fix this. Obviously it was a dumb assumption because this is not what you want." She stepped back and Sam opened his mouth as if to say something. Andy spread her hands in an 'I surrender' type gesture. "Its fine, Sam, I understand. You have Marlo. You are happy. You don't need me. You've made your point crystal clear. I won't bother you anymore."

Satisfied, Andy spun on her heel and made her way towards the food truck she spotted when they pulled in. She needed one of her favorite smoothies.

As she stood in line, she tried to stop the angry tears that were pinpricks behind her eyes. She hated that whenever she got angry, she usually cried. She tried to go over the conversation; it could have gone so much better. She should have apologized for leaving and they should have talked calmly. But calm apparently wasn't in either one of their vocabularies.

Nothing really got resolved with the conversation either. They were still just as furious with each other. But one thing was for sure: Sam didn't want her back. And now was Andy's chance to finally move on.

Purchasing her smoothie and reveling in its sweet taste, Andy turned around to head into the building and start her first shift back at work. In the distance, she watched as Sam hung his arm over Marlo's shoulder. It made her sick to see her hand encircle his waist. They walked into the building together and disappeared.

Why hadn't Sam done any of that with her? He was usually so against PDA in general. What made Marlo so much better than her? If she was finally over Sam, then why did it hurt so badly?

Andy shrugged, taking a huge gulp of her smoothie and wincing as brain freeze set in. Rolling her shoulders back, she tilted her chin up and walked confidently towards the building.

This first shift back was going to be great, even if it killed her.