It's Not Over

Can't Figure It Out

"Too bad they don't have a pool table," Rosie said to Andy as she prepared to throw a dart the next night at the bar. She was in a game with Vic as he approached them.

"Well, when the table was full..." she chucked the dark, landing on the exact number she needed, "I played darts."

"Damn," Vic commented, defeated. Smiling, Andy climbed into the seat at the nearby table to join most of the group, who gradually got to know Rosie a little better. Andy drank her beer, an odd sight for the man who'd seen her sipping on Arnold Palmers with little umbrellas for so long. She jumped when someone grabbed ahold of it and walked around to a free spot at the table.

Rosie looked between the two, confused, though everyone at the table had grown used to it, seeing how it'd continued throughout the rest of the shift. Neither of them had spoken of it since the office but played in silence. Andy folded her arms on the table and glared at Robert, but he simply smiled and then directed his attention to the person speaking.

"So, how exactly were you two partners?" Vic asked after hearing a little about how Rosie worked in pathology.

"Well, I went along with Villa when she questioned witnesses and we'd brainstorm together, stuff like that. Oh, and the raids-"

"You went on one raid and you waited in the van-" she began to correct him, unamused.

"And the robbery-" he was immediately cut off when Andy commented,

"Which I'm still pissed about."

"I made it out-"

"Barely."

"What happened at the robbery?" Jack asked, glancing between them, well aware of the unacknowledged but rapidly growing level of discomfort in the conversation, starting with the arrival of Robert but escalated by the mention of a robbery. Andy glanced down a moment, still hating the memory of that day. Suddenly, Robert felt bad about taking her drink away.

"It was no place for a civilian," she explained, being as vague as possible. Knowing Andy and reading the room, the crew knew better than to ask follow up questions.

While Rosie had a hard time hearing here and there, only Andy picked up on it, especially since the bar was loud enough it was likely the sound didn't cary so well. The chemistry between the two was proven to be undeniable and made the members of the station wonder how they hadn't been a couple before. At the end of the night, the mission of getting to know each other was accomplished.

They walked back to the apartment, seeing how it was only a few blocks from the hospital. Andy held onto his hand, swinging it in an exaggerated manner. She was lost in her head and the action felt almost like she were fiddling, aware of it, glad to continue, but paying little attention to the movement. Still, he could tell she was happy, a small bounce in her step, which is why he was sorry to pull her out of her own mind, but he wanted to join her in her happy bubble and he couldn't until they talked.

"What was that thing with Robert?" Rosie finally asked the question that'd been weighing on his mind all night. He wasn't concerned enough to mention it but he had no idea they were still interacting in anything but a professional manner.

"Huh?" She asked, both missing half his question as she traveled back to earth from her trance and wanting him to specify. Her arm stopped swinging, though she still held onto his hand.

"He took your drink."

"Oh, yeah, we do that," she told him, honestly. "Take each others food and drinks."

"Why?"

"He wanted to annoy me."

"Well, that's not okay," Rosie began, wondering why she was just taking this. "He's your boss, he should be able to remain prof-"