"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-"

"No, Rosie. It's not like that, we do stuff like that at the station. Like pranks and stuff," she specified. "Anyways, it's a war now, I guess."

"Well, it's good you're still getting along with him," he said, partly to himself, which was evident in his tone. "I didn't realize."

"Rosie, you have nothing to worry about," she assured him, studying his profile. She gave no evidence but he trusted her completely. He didn't need evidence and she had no intention of breaking his trust.

Days passed without any mention of his hearing but he saw it in her face when she startled him one evening. She knew. He'd been in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked over reports when Andy came home, but he hadn't heard her moving around the apartment at all. It was only when she asked him how the case was going that he realized she was home, and as a result, he jumped, startled. She didn't say anything about it but they didn't need words to speak.

"I'm a little stumped," he finally said, ending the awkwardness with conversation over the case. Andy sat down on the edge of the bed to take a look at the file but her area of expertise being somewhere else, couldn't make enough sense of it, so instead she asked questions about the case. They spoke to one another loudly, but when she thought out loud to herself, it was quieter and he couldn't make out what she was saying.

"Seems like a tough one," she concluded. "Who's is it?"

"Hornstock took it on himself. We're all stumped."

"You always figure it out."

"It's looking like it's gonna go cold." Realizing he'd become the pessimist, she exclaimed,

"Quick, we have to change back! On the count of three say, 'I wish I were you.' Okay, one, two-" he shoved her playfully, a smile growing on his face.

"How was lunch?"

"Good company, crappy food," she stated, scrunching up her face, not being a fan of the restaurant they'd gone to. Her distaste for it only grew when less than an hour later, she sprinted into the bathroom and hurled. She tried to hold her hair back on her own but within a matter of seconds, a pair of hands collected it. Once her stomach had rid itself of most of the meal, she flushed the toilet and stood up carefully, Rosie supporting her.

"That was romantic," she said, sarcastically, turning in the faucet. She rinsed her mouth out and grabbed the disinfectant spray.

"I've got it. You go lay down," he insisted, only to be ignored. He had to physically guide her into the bedroom so he could wipe everything down incase she threw up again.

She did, twice more. Having not heard it, Rosie found her curled up on the bathroom floor one of the times he'd gone to check on her.

He tried to get her back to bed but she seemed content on the floor, so instead, sat down cross cross and pulled her head into his lap. She drifted back off as he stroked her hair. While he felt sorry she wasn't feeling well, he also felt like the luckiest man in the world to be able to hold her. He stayed until his legs went numb and then some, but knowing he need to get back to work, he placed a towel under her head and snuck out with one more glance at her.

Finally, at about 9pm, she came wandering out, in search of water, having finished the bottle he'd left in the bedroom.

"How you feeling?" He asked, shutting his computer. Before he could stand up, she plopped down in the spot next to him with her water and phone, which she'd abandoned hours before and had blown up with messages since.

"Actually, alright," she replied, relieved of her nausea. "But I've decided to quit food forever."

"Oh, really. Forever?" He teased.

"Just to be on the safe side." Her phone buzzed again and she quickly scrolled through the messages from the last several hours before. "I guess I wasn't alone," she commented, seeing the group chat where Vic and Maya complained of their illness to the guys, who were over the moon about not going. Before he could comment, she set her phone down and took the folder from him.

"Find anything?"

"Nope. Hornstock and Slade have been bouncing possibilities off of each other for days, everything's a dead end. They mentioned that they could use some fresh eyes."

"They have an entire prescient."

"Your eyes," he corrected himself.

"No," she stated, dropping the folder.

"You helped on another case."

"Well, I have to be at work in eleven hours."

"Well, obviously you should rest tonight. Maybe the night after tomorrow-" he tried to think of a time that could work, wanting her to rest.

"Because murderers wait."

"I can't read you right now," he said, confused as to whether she wanted on it or not.

"Two hours, max," she stated. A half an hour later, she found herself walking through the bullpen at the station, realizing how much she missed working at night when only a few people were there. She'd exchanged sweatpants for jeans but was still dressed in a hoodie, sneakers on her feet and her hair slightly tangled, but not caring much as they began displaying documents on the table.

"Water, Villa," Rosie bothered her, sliding a bottle down the table. She let it fall to the ground beside her and stared at him, annoyed. "You were laying on the bathroom floor three hours ago," he reminded her, but she didn't change her expression.

"What about the barber," he suddenly said, jumping back into the investigation. Andy proved to be able to handle herself well after her sickness, focusing heavily on the case as the clock ticked away. As it got later, she struggled to turn her thoughts into words and grew frustrated with her exhausted self.

"We're losing her," Ira finally stated when she couldn't remember a word. She shook her head, giving up on what she'd been saying. He laughed and patted her on the back. "We've got enough. Go home, rest," he said, in awe of the fact she even came to help with a job she didn't do after being sick all day.

After strenuous brainstorming, the group had been able to come up with new ideas about where to look for answers.

"Thanks for coming in," Slade told her as Rosie stepped up behind her, placing a hand on her back.

"'Course but, maybe you should meet detectives that work with you," she joked. He smiled back, knowing there were many he could have used, but both men had wanted Annalise's mind and the rhythm in which they worked with one another. "Night."

"Night," they said back as she and Rosie started out the door, hand still on her back. Ira smiled at the sight of a small display of affection, knowing two people he cared about greatly were happy, having finally come to their senses.

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I'm sure there's more typos than usual. I was not in the mood to edit.

Also, I have so much respect for everyone attending school online! I know it's not easy! ❤️