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Andy couldn't believe she had to go to this investigation site with Sam of all people. After that morning, when she was compelled to kiss him and told Traci about it, she would never have guessed he would have been ten feet behind her and overheard the conversation. Andy knew that it was so, so wrong, falling in love with a training officer, and she was well aware of that. But after him overhearing it, well she didn't want to be anywhere near him.

But yet, there she was, on a mission to a suspicious building at ten o'clock at night. Just her luck. Feelings and emotions sucked. Andy internally screamed. Why did Sam have to be so attractive looks wise as well as personality wise!

Andy's personal life was currently a mess. The breakup with Luke had only been two weeks ago and already she was so attracted to Sam. She knew she had been from the beginning, but it the feeling was just making itself known now.

Andy felt so awkward being inside the squad car with Sam. He was driving and staring straight ahead, not blinking, and Andy had her elbow next to the window and head on her hand. It was raining a little bit, and it was dreary outside, which would have made her day, if not for the little fact of the morning's earlier events.

Andy thought: I screwed up so bad. I should never have let my emotions get the better of me, let alone allow them to interfere with my work. I'm a cop, for God's sake. I need to squash down these feelings into a big, fat, nothing. Yeah. I can do that. Later. Right now I need to focus on where we're driving to and what's to be expected once we arrive there.

Prior to Andy being forced to accompany Sam, the station received an anonymous tip that a carjacker was taking refuge at an old church in the boondocks of the city. He wasn't reported to be armed at the time of the carjacking, but one could never be too sure. When the carjacking took place, the police were on him right away. He, however, managed to escape.

Sam and Andy were to get in the church, search the place, and get out. Unless they found the guy, in which case their instructions were to arrest him and haul him in. What Andy still had yet to understand was why she was chosen to accompany Sam and not Traci. Or Gail. Or even Dov or Chris.

The rain continued to patter down on the window of the car and silence continued to engulf the empty vehicle space. Sam still stared straight ahead. The light from the car's headlights bounced off the trees and created eerie shadows that danced on the roadway. Andy sighed audibly.

Then Sam showed signs of life. His head moved a miniscule amount in Andy's direction. She had apologized multiple times for what she had said and done, but now he was ignoring her for which she was mostly grateful.

Andy could actually feel the tension in the car. But that realization is short-lived because they finally arrived at the abandoned church.

Andy quickly got out of the car and automatically removed all of the previous personal feelings from her mind, instead replacing them with protocol. Sam radioed in their positon.

She took out her gun and readied it, just like normal, standard procedure. She looked to her right and saw that Sam had gotten out of the car done the same. He motioned for Andy to follow him to the door of the church. It was obvious to Andy that all personal feelings had been set aside.

Andy took in her surroundings: the church was surrounded by trees, there were no vehicles or anything for that matter in the yard, and the church was right in the middle of the small clearing. It was run down and small; one story about the size of a typical ranch house. The paint was chipping everywhere and she could smell it from outside.

Both officers walked up to the massive oak doors of the church and found that one has been pushed aside, seemingly with great effort. Andy grabbed her flashlight at the same time Sam reached for his. He looked at Andy and told her to head back; there was supposedly a back door. Then Sam went ahead and knocked on the door, calling out "Police!"

There was indeed a back door, and Andy took position outside incase the fugitive foolishly decided to run. Her heart was racing like it always did when there could be a potential chace.

Andy tuned in to the sounds coming from inside with her keen ears. She heard Sam enter the small building, calling out and searching every square inch. The building had no electricity, so Andy knew it would be harder to catch small details.

She heard a door open and close quickly and then fast footsteps were coming towards the back door. Then Sam's voice sounded out.

"Police! Stop!" More footsteps were heard. A door slammed shut. Sam called out again, "Open the door!" A wooden door could be heard rattling in its frame. Then Andy heard a voice over her radio. "Go, McNally."

Andy acknowledged her cue and rammed into the old rotten door. It flung open and she pointed her gun with her flashlight straight ahead to look for the suspect. "Police! Show yourself!" she yelled. The flashlight only gave off a small, circular area of light, so she had to scan the room quickly. It was tiny and held a dusty desk and chair to the left. Andy swung her light to the right, but it was too late.

The suspect was standing in the corner. He was extremely tall and wore dark, baggy clothing. He also had a pistol pointed right at Andy with his finger on the trigger.

Before Andy could utter a word, he fired.

Andy jerked backward, but caught herself on the doorframe. Sam's frantic voice was faintly heard from the other side of the wall saying "Shots fired, I repeat, shots fired!" Andy felt a numbing sensation on her right side, but ignored it and quickly wrenched her gun back up and shouted, "Drop your weapon!" She was about to fire back but she didn't say it early enough, for the man raised the pistol to his temple and pulled the trigger again.

His head exploded in a pile of bloody mush and the rest of his body fell into a limp pile on the grimy floor.

Andy reached for her radio to call the fugitive's suicide, but before she could, a terrible pain exploded in her torso. Her hand flew down to the area between her right hip and underarm. She pulled it back up and put it in the way of the flashlight's light. It was covered in thick, dark liquid.

Blood.

The pain throbbed throughout her body and she cried out. It was then that Sam broke down the locked door and he charged into the room. Immediately he went to the suspect and saw that he was dead. There was such a look of shock on his face at the sight of the body; his eyes were extremely wide and his mouth popped open in an O.

"McNally, did you…?" he didn't finish his question, for the shock overpowered his voice.

Andy was about to answer that no, she did not kill him except she couldn't because her knees buckled and gave out, causing her to collapse in a heap onto the floor.

"McNally!" Sam yelled and ran to her side. His voice was strained with worry and concern.

Andy could feel her blood flowing out of her at a rapid pace. She didn't trust her voice, for fear of screams coming out. Her eyes rolled back into her head

"Officer down! Officer down!" Sam yelled into his radio. His voice broke once. He fell down beside her and pulled her limp body into his arms. He pushed aside her hand that was covering her right side and saw that her uniform was damp and soaked with blood. "Oh, God, McNally, no! Come on, McNally, stay with me now! You'll be fine. McNally! Andy!" Sam called out her name and there was such pain in his voice. He immediately applied intense pressure to the wound, hoping to at least partially stop the bleeding. "God damn it! Officer is shot! I need and ambulance now!" he shouted their location into the device. "Andy, please stay with me! Dear God, Andy, you cannot die on me! You will not die, not on my watch!" Sam rambled pleas to Andy's barely conscious body.

He cupped his strong hand to her face and whispered, "Please, McNally, please don't leave me,"

Andy's eyes came back to focus on Sam's anxious and agonized face. She was scarcely breathing. Sam continued to apply pressure to her side.

Again, she cried out in pain. Her nerves were on fire and alive with feeling. It was too much for her to bear. Sam could see the life flowing out of her, like the blood that seeped out from underneath his insistent hands.

He felt her heartbeat falter and her breathing slow to a scary speed. "Where the hell is that ambulance!" he exclaimed into his radio.

He didn't bother to listen to the response, for Andy's eyes had fluttered open for a second time.

"I knew it," she said. It was hardly audible because she simply didn't have the strength to make her voice any louder. Nor did she have the strength to keep her eyelids lifted. The last thing she saw was Sam's agonized face looking down at her. Behind her lids, she saw pulsating red and white lights. She heard sirens and yelling that she couldn't comprehend. She felt Sam shaking her, trying to wake her back to consciousness again. She could taste blood bubbling up into her mouth.

But none of that mattered. All that mattered was that Andy knew the truth. She knew that Sam cared about her as much as she cared about Sam.

She was swathed in a wonderful world of pain-free blackness with this comforting thought in her mind.