A/N: This is a little different than what I usually write in that it's mostly dialogue. But this is the result of my love of Oliver Shaw and my amusement of depressed Sam.

Enjoy!

"Say it."

"I am not going to say it, Shaw."

"Yes, you are. I'll pay you if you say it."

"There isn't enough money in the world to make me say that."

"Fine. Say it for your own personal gain. It'll make you feel better."

"You're an idiot."

"That hurts, Swarek. Here I am, legitimately trying to help you and you're calling me an idiot."

"Okay, you're a romantic. Which is just as bad."

"And you're a loveless pessimist. I think we all know that."

"I am not loveless."

"So you admit it then."

"Admit what?"

"That you're in love with McNally!"

"I am not in love with McNally. I was going to remind you that I have a sister that I love very much."

"Please. Sarah is sweet but you and I both know she wasn't what you were thinking when you said that."

"Okay, you got me. I was thinking about you. Surprise."

"Why can't you just admit that you have feelings for McNally and make our lives so much easier?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe because she is kind of off limits to me?"

"You're not her training officer anymore."

"No, but she's currently in a relationship."

"Ah, yes! Callaghan! Who could forget our favorite poster boy detective?"

"I ask myself that on a daily basis."

"Look, just stop being the nice guy and say it."

"I'm not going to walk up to McNally and say that. Especially with your wording."

"Just say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"No."

"Say it."

"God damn it, Oliver! Is this really such a big deal to you?"

"Of course. Your happiness makes me happy. Just like taking all your money at poker night."

"You ended up in the negatives."

"So did you."

"No, I didn't. Jerry did, you did. Williams and I took you both to the bank."

"Yeah. Who knew Noelle was so bad-ass at poker?"

"I did. That's why we pretended like she knew nothing of the game. It's called

bluffing."

"Bluffing, my ass. You two cheated."

"Whatever gets you through the day."

"Whatever? How about saying it to McNally?"

"Should have seen that one coming."

"You should have. Look, there she is. Just pull over and say it."

"No. We're supposed to be finding a parking spot which I now believe doesn't exist."

"Say it."

"I'm not saying it. But I will talk to her."

The sound of sirens filled the air, making Andy turn around. With a smile, she approached the squad car. "See, this is what happens when you put the word free in front of the word concert."

"I love it. This is culture to the masses." Under his breath, Oliver added, "Say it."

Sam was almost about to say it, the words Oliver was begging him to say. But when he turned forward, he had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting some pedestrians. "Don't get any of your culture on my car, buddy. That's right, take it over there."

"What, practicing your bad cop routine for Guns and Gangs?" she asked.

"Haven't decided yet."

"What's holding you back?"

"You." She furrowed her brow and he struggled to find a way to dig himself out of this hole. So he said the first thing that came to mind. "Love working with you, McNally. Can't imagine my life without you in it." God damn it, Oliver.

"Hey, you get to wear all that hair-gel again!"

Her radio interrupted whatever reply he may have had and she hurried off to take care of the situation.

"See you later," he said quietly to her retreating form.

They drove off, Sam zeroing in on a spot.

"Nicely done, brother."

"Shut up."

"Hey, you said it. You told Andy McNally that you can't imagine your life without her."

"She thought I was kidding."

"Do you want me to go back to making you say it again?"

"No, I'm quite happy with this predicament."

"Then celebrate."

"Hallelujah."