This is set in the future, probably a couple years after the S1 finale. Andy has broken up with Luke but they're still friends and he doesn't hate Sam so much xD Sam and Andy are maybe together, maybe not. I think this could go either way.

Enjoy!

"McNally? You in here?" Sam opened the door of the women's locker and immediately he found the hunched over figure of his partner. "Andy?" She looked up at him as he sat down next to her and pulled her into his arms. Just someone being here for her made the sobs reduce to sniffles. "Shh, it's okay. I'm not going to let you run away or try to distract yourself like last time," he murmured to her. She smiled half-heartedly at his reference to… the last time…

She leaned her head against his shoulder. "I thought it was supposed to be better after the first one. But it hurts the same. Maybe worse." He nodded slightly. "I killed someone today, Sam. He had a name, a family, a life. And I took it all away from him." Breaking down again, she buried her face in his shirt.

"Andy. Look at me." Her eyes just barely peeked up to his face. "If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here right now. He had my gun and we've both been trained to see the expression of someone about to shoot. He was probably three seconds away from killing me." A tiny smile quirked up the side of his lips. "I guess to say I owe you one would be an understatement. You saved my life. Just think about the positive here."

"But his family-"

"Callaghan talked to the wife," he interrupted. "Apparently he abused her, cheated on her, and had left a note for her saying she would be dead this afternoon. By the time she found it, you had already pulled the trigger. Too late to press charges, although he would have deserved it. You may have saved her life as well. Maybe even the son and daughter." A short silence fell between them. "I'm not saying that you should be happy about this. I'm just saying that possibly four good souls are worth the sake of a bad one. You have to stay optimistic or you'll never make it through this job."

She nodded and knew it was true just from experience. "My dad didn't stay optimistic, did he?" she whispered. He started to say something, but she added, "Please don't lie to me, Sam. I need to know."

His eyes shifted from hers to the floor and he sighed. "Honestly, I don't know. In the time I knew him, I would say no. But he turned to alcohol." He glanced back at her. "It's going to be different for you because I won't let you become the same way. That's why I'm here."

"So I can turn to you," she finished softly. He nodded and tightened his hold on her. "Thank you. For not letting me end up the way I was last time. You didn't see it – no one did – but I was a complete wreck. Luke wasn't there like he should have been. I wanted to turn to you but after that night I just too embarrassed. I couldn't think of anyone else I wanted to talk to that would understand it."

"Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?"

"For letting yourself open up a little more. For not trying to hide alone in your apartment. For letting me be here. Just for everything, I guess."

She wrapped her arms around his torso. "Please don't leave me. I don't want to be alone right now."

"I wouldn't even think of it."