The morning seemed normal as Andy ate her breakfast and chatted with her friends, but she could tell something was up, between the glances they shot each other and the tense energy that filled the room. She just couldn't place it. It'd been a week since she ended things with Robert, and the questions she constantly dodged about the man who'd visited had died down, though Jack pestered her about the secrets far too often. They never did "talk later," seeing how she took an extra shift and went rock climbing twice while off duty just to avoid being home. This was also a wise way of utilizing the burst of energy she felt from the excitement of Rosie getting a spot in the trial.

When she emptied her bowl, she joined Travis at the island to talk to him while he marinated the chicken for dinner. As Jack emptied his bowl, Maya stood, calling out the chores for each member of the station, though when she got to Andy, she exchanged her names, saying,

"Annalise, check the hoses," before continuing the orders. Andy nodded slightly and turned down the hall towards the stairs.

It didn't take long for her to realize something was wrong. She was amazed how easily things slipped when she was never in detective mode anymore. Still, the detective in her could never be removed completely. When she turned back, the team was glancing at one another. She'd been caught. All she felt was anger.

"How do you know my name?" She asked, defensively. When she received no answer, she repeated herself more forcefully. "How the fuck do you know my name?" But the truth was, she didn't need someone to answer. Her eyes fell on Jack.

"We all knew something was up," Maya stated. "No one on this team can trust you. How are we supposed to work with you when we cant trust you in a fire? A live fire, Andy... I mean Annalise. We thought Jack might know something because you live together." She shot him a look and for a moment, he wondered if he'd ever be forgiven. He reminded himself she always came around. Sometimes it took longer than necessary, but she'd find her way to forgiveness.

"I heard you fighting with Rosie," he began to explain, not wanting to let this all be for nothing. "You were upset after that and you're refusing to tell me what you had to do with those people."

"I seem to remember a time when everyone in this room brought you in here and while I might not have been here that day, I was told it didn't go too well." She looked back to her team. "I'm good at my job, I can work in a team. No one has died because you don't know my name-"

"Yet." Maya interrupted her, knowing just how serious a lack of trust can be in a firehouse. She was also upset on a personal level. Andy had been her friend. The reason for the meeting was work related, but as what she thought was her best friend, it felt personal. "We don't just not know your name. We don't know who you are. Why are you hiding behind a fake name?"

"You're the goddamn captain, Maya. You have access to my records. If you care that much, why didn't you just look. I changed my name, I didn't make up my past." While Maya had considered it, she'd prefer Andy told her herself, which was possibly the only way the broken trust between them could be repaired.

"Your professional past doesn't tell me who you are. I'm giving you the chance to tell me now."

"What do you think I committed some hanous crime. That I'm a government spy? I live with you guys three times a week."

"You lie to us about who you are three times a week." Andy was about to walk away but something stopped her. These were her teammates. Her friends. If she didn't tell them, there was no chance of being trusted again. Besides, she couldn't ignore the past anymore. Especially not when It was coming to Seattle so soon. With a deep inhale, she walked all the way back into the beanery and gripped the edge of the counter glancing over everyones faces. They'd never looked at her this way before; Like she betrayed them.

"I wasn't just a cop, I was a homicide detective and a few years ago, I lost my badge." She gulped, uncomfortable. "I'm the reason my brother escaped an armed robbery. I couldn't shoot him and when I lost my job, I lost myself. I put everything into that job, it's all I did." While she kept her voice as steady as she could, they could hear the pain behind it. "I couldn't move backwards."

"So you moved all of the way to Seattle? Why not fight fires in Miami? Why change your name?"

"My fathers here. I dreamed of being a firefighter here before I dreamed of becoming a detective. And as for my name, I'm nauseated by the past. I was married, Maya," she revealed. "But my husband, he died- he was murdered," she corrected herself. While she was in awe of him, all these years later, it eas still a shock. "And by some miracle, I figured out how to love again and the man shipped me off to another state."

No one was able to speak, still processing words like detective and husband. It took Jack a moment to even process that he'd died, having had to picture her married first.

"The past didn't exist to me from the day I landed in Seattle so I saw no reason it needed to exist to you," Andy concluded.

"You were a detective?" Asked Vic, dumfounded.

"Your husband- you were married?" Added Ben.

"Do you need it in writing?" She asked rhetorically.

"It's kind of a lot to process," Maya said for everyone in the room.

"I'm sorry about your husband, Andy," Vic added, feeling guilty she'd agreed to be a part of this. Forcing Andy to share a past she couldn't bear enough to acknowledge until now.

"It was a long time ago." She stepped away from the counter and started down the hall.

All day, she felt eyes on her. Watching her. She pretended not to notice and went about her business. She skipped dinner, opting to eat a power bar and do her chores as slowly as she'd like.

Assuming she was in the beanery, Robert wandered into the locker room to retrieve his clothing from the joint load before everyone else, only to find Andy folding them. She gave him a small smile and slid a shirt over to him.

"I-uh, have a pair of pants in there, too," he said, uncomfortably. Andy reached into the basket and pulled out the two remaining pairs. "Either of these?"

"Why aren't you eating?"

"I did eat."

"With your team," he added, not letting her avoid the question as he picked out his clothing.

"I didn't feel like it." She lifted a shirt from the bin and continued folding it. Part of him wanted to say something supportive. She was pretending everything was okay and had he not known her well enough, he might have even bought the act, but he knew better. Something was up. Still, he was upset over the events from the week before.

"If there's a problem, sort it out before you get each other or someone else killed in the field," he firmly stated, walking out of the room, leaving her to fold laundry again.

Time passed slowly. Andy spoke with Rosie only occasionally, though she contacted her mother more often, still hesitant about sharing any details of her personal life. It seemed to be a theme with her these days. After a few days, Maya came knocking on Andy's door with a bottle of vodka and a hopeful smile, telling her she thought she might need someone to talk to, but Andy asked her to leave.

"I'm sorry we cornered you like that-" she tried, only to get cut off.

"You went behind my back. All of you. And you led it. If I needed someone to talk to, trust me, I wouldn't chose you." While she was pissed at Maya, she was more lenient with her teammates, who gradually began asking questions again. She didn't push back so hard, instead giving vague answers. The team was able to gather the information that her brother was still on the run, her husbands name was Eddie, and that she'd lived in New York when they were married six years ago.

They also learned she'd rose to detective at a remarkably young age, which Maya confirmed in her records. Still, they were baffled and no one knew what to say to her. Luckily, the job and their personal lives kept them so busy, the conversation was easily avoidable.

Travis pulled her aside, having shared an unfortunate perspective on her loss, and let her know he'd be glad to talk if she needed to. She told him the same.

The physical exhaust of pulling too many double shifts and the emotional exhaust of watching her father grow sicker got to Andy one night and she accidentally fell asleep curled up on the end of the couch, the news playing quietly as Ben listened while doing paperwork at one of the other seats. Outside of the room, Vic and Dean peered in curiously.

"I believe her, obviously," Dean said, quietly. "I mean no one lies about a dead husband, especially not Andy," he said, trusting Annalise had the same general morals as Andy at the very least. "But it kind of feels like we don't even know her."

"Well, we knew she had secrets, Vic commented, having always been aware Andy didn't like to talk about whatever had led her from blue to red.

"I just wouldn't have guessed she was a widow."

"Or a detective," added Vic, turning to step away when she caught sight of her superior and gulped. "Captain Sullivan, how are you?" Robert was standing a few feet back, peering beyond them into the room.

"Widow?" He asked, forgetting to cover up his special interest in one of his lieutenants.

"Oh, you didn't hear," Vic realized, speaking quietly, more to herself before she explained. "Andy lost a husband six years ago."

"I didn't realize she'd been married."

"Neither did we." Once the two friends hurried along, Robert walked up to the glass, glancing inside himself, feeling completely helpless. He didn't know why he couldn't just walk away. Maybe it was his personal experience with her type of loss or he couldn't move past his feelings for her. He had no idea Andy frequently glanced at him when he wasn't aware as well. Still, even across the country and unsure of their future, Andy stayed loyal to the man she chose.

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A/N- Anyone write or know of another crossover fic? It's fun to write but I wish there were more out there to read!