Just something that came to me.

Come up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry
You don't know how lovely you are

Silence surrounded her. Her vision was blurred, figures were moving past her in slow motion. She was running. Past the people dressed in dark navy, past the line of yellow tape meant to keep onlookers out, meant to keep her out. She threw open the door and ran up the stairs, eyes glancing past the smears of bloodied footprints. She could hear the bustling in the room and as she entered there was a tornado of activity. The metallic scent of the room sent her stomach in knots. Forcing her way in she could hear Oliver in the back ground, "McNally, what are you doing here? What is she doing here?"

And then Boyd was on top of her barking, "What is she doing here? Get her out of here! Get her out of here now!" And suddenly she was fighting against a strong set of arms. But at that point all she knew was that she was looking past him. Past the mass collective of crime scene investigators, a swirl of activity in the room, flashes of cameras, past all of that. Across the room, she could see him.

I had to find you
Tell you I need you
Tell you I've set you apart

"Sam! Sam!" She yelled, trying to break through the strong arms. "I have to see Sam!"

"Andy, no!"

But it was too late, she saw what they didn't want her too. An officer had moved just slightly and she could see just beyond him. It was Sam, laying there, his perfect face marred by a single red spot, a bullet hole. His chest was blemished by three dark stains. He was surrounded by a corona of blood. A grimace still adorned his face. His eyes… He was…

Gone.

And she was…

On the floor, sobbing, unable to breathe. Then, she was pulled to her feet by strong gentle hands.

Tell me your secrets
And ask me your questions
Oh, let's go back to the start

"Andy…" the voice trailed off. Something in the back of her head made the connection that the voice was Oliver, that one set of hands belonged to him, and the other belonged to Jerry. Together they guided her to the door, helped her down the stairs, and maneuvered her into a car. She left Traci's keys in Jerry's hands. Somehow in the blur, she remembered that minute detail, and she focused on it.

Now, all she could focus on was the image of him lying there. The grimace, he had been shot in the shoulder first. His eyes were still open.

Running in circles
Coming up tails
Heads on the science apart

She could feel the panic starting again. She could feel the bile rise to her mouth. And she was sobbing again. And she couldn't breathe. And if she hadn't already been sitting she would have fallen to the ground. She was guided into Traci's apartment, and she collapsed into bed.

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part

She hadn't told him. She didn't have the chance. And now he would never know…

Never know just how much his being there mattered. How when he was there, that was what mattered. That she wanted to spend every living moment with him.

Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard

She felt herself being nudged awake. Could they just leave a grieving woman alone. She needed to feel this sad. She needed time. And space.

The pushing wouldn't stop. She could hear someone's voice calling her name, "Andy, Andy wake up."

Oh take me back to the start

She opened her eyes, and found herself looking across the bed into a familiar set of deep brown ones. Deep brown ones that had just been looking at her lifelessly. She let out a harsh breath, and felt herself start to cry.

"Andy, it was just a dream." He scooped her into his embrace, and she threw her leg over his hips, the need to fuse with him foremost in her mind. She needed to feel just how alive he was. To feel all the superficial wounds, to substantiate that there were no bullets in his body.

"No. Sam, it was a nightmare." She pressed her forehead to his, and pressed her body into his, feeling and listening to his breathing.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She shook her head slightly. "No." She put her damp cheek to his, and whispered, "I love you, Sam."

There will be a second part. Reviews would be lovely.