Amanda Rollin's life was unplanned. She didn't plan on falling in love with her captain. She didn't plan on getting into a situation where she was assaulted by the deputy chief of Atlanta Police Department, and she definitely didn't plan on becoming a gambler.

It was a recent discovery that she had that addiction - she hadn't realised it had gotten so bad, she almost wouldn't have, if it wasn't for the fact that she went to bank to get some money out to be told that she was in debt by thousands of dollars. It made her realise that she had to get help - that, or have a new start.

She knew that the chemistry between her and her captain was inappropriate. He was married, he was her captain. It wouldn't have worked, nor would it be allowed. Things went bad from worse when the Deputy Chief had touched her incongruously. Even if he was drunk, he shouldn't have done it. Just thinking about it made Amanda want to run away. She was far too scared to tell anyone - she had told her captain, Sam Reynolds, but he wasn't much help - he told her to press charges, but Amanda knew that if she did things would get worse for her. She would be classed as a Rat. No one wanted that image in the Police department. So she had to get out of there. And that was what she did.

Sam transferred her to the Manhattan Special Victims Unit. The 1-6 precinct. It was a big change, from Atlanta, Georgia to Manhattan, New York. The population was larger, it was at least 15 hours away from her family and friends, and of course the fact that she didn't know anyone. Sam had assured her that the Captain, Donald Cragen was a wonderful man, and he would help her settle in, but it didn't stop her from being scared. But she knew she had to do it - she had to get her life in order, even though it was hard to leave behind her life, her home, and her love.

She said goodbye to everyone without shedding a tear. It was hard, there was no doubt it, but she knew she couldn't get upset, because it would make it harder to leave. It was especially hard to say goodbye to her sister, whom was currently lying in a mental hospital, trying to recover from her mental illness. Amanda promised her that she would try and visit her as often as possible, but Ashley knew that it wouldn't be that often, considering it was such a long trip, and it wasn't like she had the money to travel often anyway. Any money she had was being put into her bank account and to loan sharks. She didn't want any trouble in that department.

It took a whole a week to move to New York - her apartment was small compared to her last one, so it took a while to move everything around to make everything fit. Luckily Sam had helped her by hiring a truck to move all her stuff. She would be forever grateful that - she knew how much he would have to suffer if his wife found out. Amanda knew she would be a whole lot better if she just forgot about it, so moving all her things into her new apartment took her mind off things. Her apartment consisted of a medium sized bedroom, enough to fit a double bed, a side drawer and a set of clothes drawers. One bathroom with a shower and toilet. A kitchen that could probably only hold one person at any time, and a lounge that fitted one couch, and her TV unit. It was small, but it was a good price, and it wasn't like Amanda was looking for a relationship that meant bringing someone home.

It took Amanda a while to actually settle into her apartment - but it wasn't long until she realised that she was going to be here for a long time, so she had better settle in now, or she never would.