"Did you ever unpack?" Jack asked one morning, leaning in the doorway of Andy's room as she taped up a box. Truthfully, there were some things she never really put away or hung up. Her room looked like it belonged in a magazine, a pair of slippers on the floor and a computer on the desk but not much else to suggest someone actually lived there.

She laughed lightly in response as she broke off the piece of tape and turned back towards her desk to empty the drawers. Seeing a half packed box sitting on her bed, Jack took a few steps closer to find clothing folded up at the bottom and pictures stacked on top, some in frames and some not.

"Andy, mind if I flip through these?" He asked, knowing enough of her personal life had been displayed in the past few months and wanting to give her the option. While the details weren't intimate to people normally, Andy had turned out to be one of the most secretive people he knew. She turned back around to see what he was talking about and hesitated for a moment. At this point, her identity was blown, but she'd worked so hard to keep it in the past, it took a moment to remember it was okay.

"Yeah, I guess," she said before turning back to the desk and collecting folders. Some of the framed photos were of the members of the station, but then he hit a larger framed one and pulled it all of the way out. Members of the EMPD stood outside the building, just behind the sign, Annalise next to Rosie.

"Woah," he said out loud, focusing in on her, studying the badge and taking notice of the gun on her hip.

"What?" She glanced back only a moment to see what his eyes were on.

"It's strange seeing you... as someone else."

"I was still me," she said, finding his comment ridiculous. Not bothering to question her statement, he replaced it with another of her and a man dancing.

"This Eddie? Dancing with you?"

"Yup," she replied, not bothering to turn around.

"You look really happy."

"I was." The last image he pulled out was of her, an older woman who resembled her, and a younger man with a green coat, sitting one one side of a table.

"Marcos," she explained. He nearly jumped, realizing he was behind her, studying the image.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah," she answered softly, saddened by the image.

"Has anyone heard from him?" Reaching for the photo, she replied,

"No. I suppose that's good. Maybe. I don't know how I feel about it. He's a criminal."

"But..."

"If he get's locked up... he won't make it. I just- try not to think about it," she admitted as she tossed the picture back into the bin, hearing the steps of Rosie entering the room. She felt two arms wrap around her from the back as pull her in close as he planted a slow, gentle kiss on the side of her head. She shut her eyes, leaning her head back against his chest, letting everything feel better.

Jack watched with mixed emotions. He'd wanted so much with Andy. He'd been so prepared, but a lot of time had passed and a lot had changed, including his feelings for her as he began to feel a stronger bond as friends, and how painful getting through the day had become for her. In fact, it'd always been worse than he'd thought. So, seeing her safe in someones arms, seeing her be happy again... it was a good thing.

"You left your door unlocked," he said after a moment. It'd never been an issue until she changed her name, but she'd started slipping and now he constantly reminded her.

"Mhm, but then handsome men wouldn't come wandering in and that'd be no fun."

"How many handsome men come wandering in?" He asked, teasingly. She laughed and stepped out of his hug, heading back to her desk to pack the last of her things.

"She takes showers at weird hours and if there is any salsa in the house she will eat it, so hide it well," Jack warned Rosie, who knew the second.

"Anything else I should know?"

"If she gets up early, you're up too. That girl cannot stay quiet around the house," he teased, pushing a button.

"It's not my fault you're a light sleeper!" She exclaimed, turning around.

"You could wake a bear from hibernation, just putting on your sneakers, as long as it's before 8AM." Andy scrunched up her face and faked chucking the roll of tape at him, making both men flinch for a moment. "But she leaves me leftovers when she cooks," he ended it on a more positive note before giving her a small smile, his eyes laced with something that almost resembled grief and stepping out of the room. Andy's eyes fell to the floor as her smile faded just slightly.

Rosie didn't bother to ask more, the details very small and very possibly entirely a friendship thing, which for the most part, it was.

"This everything?" He asked, seeing one boxed taped, one open, and everything but her desk empty.

"Yup," she answered, plopping a her desk lamp in the box and shutting the top, a task she'd come used to between all of her moves.

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A/N- ........ I don't know what I was gonna write from there. I came back to edit this chapter before publishing and I guess I never finished writing it? Oh well, you get the gist.