It's Not Over

Save Tonight

When Robert came forward about his abuse of fentanyl, Andy fought against every fiber of her being and still found herself unable to stand aside when she saw him enter the station to collect some of the things from his office to take home during his suspension.

Still fighting her urge to butt in, she remained silent when she slipped into his office, a hand on the doorframe to keep her from walking all of the way in.

"Herrera," he noted her presence. Mouth slightly agape and words held back, she looked between his box and him. "I'm sure you've heard."

"Surgery," she finally spoke.

"Tomorrow."

"That's good. Hopefully it'll help."

"Herrera, if you keep trying to hold back your words, you might get an ulcer."

"I'm sure," she replied, sarcastically. He looked unamused. "You came forward."

"It was the right thing to do."

"It was. How painful will the surgery be?"

"Pretty painful."

"Narcotics painful?" She asked, concern laced in her voice.

"I'm not planning taking any." Andy studied him for another moment. As happy as she was at the prospect of a relationship with Rosie, she missed Robert. She still worried about him. "How was Miami?"

"It was a nice ceremony... I should get back to work. Good luck tomorrow. I really hope it works."

"Thank you. Me too." With a polite nod, Andy slipped out of the office, still a little unsure about why she went in.
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"Rosie, most pathologist's don't even have one patient wake up on the table. Never mind two. That's a little concerning," Andy said to Rosie as they made their way down the street, early in the morning on his first day in Seattle. He'd been telling her stories of the most interesting cases at the lab that she'd missed.

"Well, let's hope it never happens again."

"You know, that's some horror movie shit. You cut into a body and then it bleeds. Just doesn't sound like something that happens in real life."

"What do you think, I'm making this up? Like you're making up this coffee shop. You said it was down the street. We've been walking fifteen minutes."

"Yeah. It's fifteen minutes down the street." She said, stopping and turning to open a door, proud of the timing. A few minutes layer, Andy watched as he took his first sip of the drink. "It's good right."

"I'm impressed."

"One of the perks of living in Seattle."

"So, you mentioned you broke things off with your boss," he recalled her comment weeks before as they started back down the sidewalk. While they'd spoken on the phone, they hadn't discussed the night she kissed him just yet.

"Yeah. He deserves someone that choses him."

"I've been thinking about that night a lot. And what you said about Ryan. I was gonna make a move sooner-"

"But I was delusional from sleep deprivation and overwhelming grief," she finished for him in her own choice of words, knowing he wouldn't be so blunt. He thought for a moment in silence, afraid to start something that could potentially end a great friendship. But he'd lost Annalise's friendship once and who's to say he would have it forever.

"You gonna ask me out or what?" She finally asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"My apartment. Tomorrow night. Seven pm." Andy smiled in response.