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.

-

"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.

"Finally, you grew a pair."

"Ouch," he responded, placing a hand over his heart. "You know, you could have asked me. It is the twenty first century."

"Oh, the ball was so clearly in your court," she replied, shaking her head in disbelief, though she wore a smile on her face.

"You know I'm no good at tennis."

-

"Andy does not date. She jumps people," Jack commented, shoving his hand into a bag of chips as he stood on the other side of the island while Andy cooked. From the moment he saw her, he knew something had brightened her spirits and started inquiring.

"I don't jump people."

"I seem to remember a lot of time in the bed. But the dinner table? Not so much."

"Oh, someones in a good mood," Vic commented as she made her way into the beanery, sensing it immediately as well.

"Andy got a date."

"Andy doesn't date," she said, unaware she was repeating his earlier statement.

"Well, Annalise does, apparently."

"Oh, is it that Rosie friend of yours?" She asked, leaning on the counter. "He was a good looking man."

"How do you know what he looks like?"

"You seem to forget who led him right to you," she teased, taking the credit. "So does a date make him super special or have you brought Annalise out of her cocoon?"

"You know, we could talk about this but you still owe me an explanation."

"About what?"

"How you managed that calendar. I know these people, they don't just strip and pose."

"Well, we strip but we don't pose," Jack commented, popping another chip in his mouth.

"A lot of tears. A little yelling. Mostly guilt," Vic explained. Andy continued to cook as Vic told her the story of the calendar she convinced the team to trade their dignity for. After a while, she told them,

"Well, I've got some people to sell 'em too. How many so far?"

"Not nearly enough but I will dress those men up again and make them dance on the side of the road if that's what it takes." She laughed in response, the smile gracing her features in a way her friends forgot it did, she'd been struggling so long.

"Hey, how'd you get Sullivan in there?"

"It was surprisingly easy, actually. He agreed right away. He really looked up to Captain Herrera, though."

"Mhm. Who didn't," she said, remembering her father fondly, a man they all aspired to be like.

"Dixon," Said Jack, bluntly. Vic and Andy nodded in response, agreeing with him about the unfortunate morals of their new chief.

"Detective Villa, what's on the menu?" Dean's voice rang through the beanery, announcing his presence as the doors flung shut behind him.

"I'm not a detective!" She exclaimed, having been correcting him for two shifts already. He began immediately after she'd clarified the reason she was stripped of her badge.

"Once a detective, always a detective."

"Unless you're, say it with me," she pointed to Jack, who'd heard her say this at least three times already. "Demoted," they both said, though Jack took a less amused tone, only joining to stop Dean from bothering Andy.

"I don't accept the demotion," he finally spoke his thoughts on the situation. "It was for a ridiculous reason and therefore, I refuse to acknowledge it."

"Dinner's chicken, mashed potatoes and peas," she answered his initial question, not wanting to get into it. As mad at Marcos as she was, and as closely as she'd stuck to the law, she was glad he was free. He said himself, he would kill himself in jail, and she wouldn't have been surprised. At least he was probably alive.

"Sounds great, Detective." Andy shot him a harsh look, but he only smiled and started towards the living room.

-

"You aren't listening to me, are you?" Rosie asked, glancing at the woman leaning against the island as she chewed on a baby carrot, ignoring his cooking instructions as he finished preparing the meal.

"What do you think?" She asked as he removed the plan from the burner.

"I think you could wait a minute for a real meal instead of eating that." He turned towards her, taking the remaining part of the carrot out of her hand and tossing it in the sink across from her. When he turned back to her, her eyes had dropped to his chest and slowly rose back to his eyes.

"You know, I'm not that hungry, yet."

"Well, we can always reheat it later if you want," he told, sounding far more innocent than her, afraid he'd made her tone up in his head out of desire, seeing her in a simple black dress with a strap that couldn't seem to stay up. She must have fixed it twenty times since she'd shown up, but it'd fallen once again. He was a confident man who didn't misread these kinds of things, but Annalise had blurred his thinking. The sight of her shoulder alone robbed him of his trust for his imagination.

"Mhm. Later would be good," she told him in a tone that assured him he'd heard her just right.

"I think so, too," he said, softly, his tone coming to match hers.

Annalise pushed herself away from the counter, placing her hands on his hips and pushing him backwards until he hit the sink. Slightly startled, his hands gripped the edge of the sink as her fingers dipped between his skin and belt, latching onto it. Her lips were as close as they could get to his with the height difference. They were breathing each other's air. Gripping his belt tighter, she rose as far on her toes she could, her heels not quite pushing her height tonight. He leaned down to make up the difference and their lips connected for the second time. As hands wrapped around her back, she moved slowly underneath them as her tongue explored his mouth at the same speed. By the time they moved into the bedroom, a trail of clothes had been left.

Feeling the need to take charge after Annalise's gutsy work to get them together, he gently laid her on her back, dragging an hand down the side of her body as he pulled away to remove the rest of his clothing. At the sight of her laying there in her undergarments, arms collapsed above her head, her hair now tangled, the face he'd seen a million times before and never grown tired of graced with a small smile, and a body to match the fire she had inside of her awaiting him, he had no idea how he could possibly have two holes in his heart when it was so full.

"What?" She asked after a moment, realizing he was studying her.

"I just wanted to savor the moment."