Thanks to anyone who reviewed my other story, Back to You. This is a multi-chapter fic. Each based on different songs I feel relate to them. Enjoy

Thinking of You

Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse

Desperate for changing

Starving for truth

I'm closer then where I started

Chasing after you

Oliver watched his friend order another drink. He lost count after five, but that was well over an hour ago, so he must have had a lot more. The bartender handing Sam another scotch, he watched as he downed it in 3 gulps.

"Sammy, buddy, don't you think that's enough?" Oliver asked, worried.

"I just-I just need it to change. Everything, it just needs to change. I need to know if she wants me then she needs to tell me, I'm done chasing," he admitted.

"Sorry, to say brother, that's what you said last time." The look Sam gave him told Oliver that he shouldn't have said anything. But he needed to know. And Oliver needed to get McNally to admit her feelings before Sammy goes into depression. She broke up with Callaghan months ago, but still hadn't made her move. Sam was convinced she wasn't ready, when all she could ever do was stare at him. He had talked to her earlier that day, he had asked her to make a move, because Sam wouldn't make the first. He knew it was wrong to play with their love life, but this was ridiculous.

"I'll be right back, Sammy," Oliver said as he got up and walked outside. He pulled out his phone; dialing the number he had watched Sam dial so many times before. He waited three rings before she picked up.

"Oliver," she sighed, "I can't talk while I'm driving, make this quick."

"Hurry up, Sammy's drinking himself under. He'll be past drunk, soon," he informed her. He heard a car horn as a car pulled into the parking lot. He looked up and seen Nash and McNally in it. Nash put the car in park before taking the keys out of the ignition. She stepped out of the car, waving to Oliver as she entered the Penny. Andy stepped out after her, standing in front of Shaw. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking over his shoulder to see the Penny door.

"What do you want me to do? I don't even know what to say," she stuttered, slightly. Oliver turned, walking towards the door, expecting her to follow.

"Well, first, get him out of here. Take him back to his place, or something. He's drunk right now, so don't admit anything until he sobers up. Let him sleep it off, tell him in the morning. I'll go tell him you're here, and then I'll go see Epstein. Sound like a plan?" he asked. They were in the entrance, and Andy was staring at Sam. She nodded her head, following Oliver in the direction of Sam. He slid up next to Sam, tapping him on the shoulder.

When Sam turned his head to look at Shaw, he started, "Uh, McNally here is going to take you home, since I'm a little drunk myself. I'm going to get Epstein to drive me, okay?" Sam nodded, hardly listening. He was staring at Andy now; taking her in. she was wearing a black tank top with a dipping neckline, and jeans. Her hair was down and wavy and he never thought he had seen her so beautiful. He swallowed, putting money on the counter.

Andy grabbed his hand, helping him up. She took his arm and placed it around her shoulder, her arm around his waist. They slightly stumbled out of the Penny, going to Sam's truck. She opened the passenger side, letting him climb in. she went around the front, jumping into the drivers' seat. She grabbed his keys, put them into the ignition and pulled out. The drive was relatively silent, until Sam spoke up.

"So, you came just for me?"

"What?" Shit, how'd he know? That sounds kinda stupid, McNally. 'Oh, Andy, you came just for me, blah blah blah!'

"You didn't drink, you just walked in and now you are driving me home," he said, eyeing her up. She squirmed under his gaze, instead making it look like she was trying to get comfortable.

"Actually, Oliver called me. Asked me to come pick you up. Take you home, ya know?" Well, she wasn't completely lying. He did ask her to come pick him up.

"Oh, okay," he sighed, sounding disappointed. The pulled into his driveway, she grabbed the keys and went around to help him out of the truck. They walked up the front steps and she unlocked the door. She almost dropped the keys when two strong arms wrapped around her waist. His lips immediately on her neck, she turned her head to give more access. Once she got the door unlocked, she opened it quickly, running in, almost making him fall. He tried to grab her again, drunk and desperate to make her, his. She pushed him off, and he backed off. I knew she didn't want me.

As if reading his mind, she started, "Sam, wait. I want this. I want a relationship, I do," she took a steadying breath, not knowing how to explain this. "But not when you're drunk. I'll be here in the morning and we can talk then," she promised. She walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist, and his arms came around her middle. He held onto her tightly, as if she was his life support, which she is. He kissed her hair, hugging her tighter.

"Come to bed with me," when he felt her tense, he continued, "just for sleep. Don't worry, I won't try anything." She nodded against him, letting him grab her hand and lead her. They stripped down, him in his boxers, her in one of his shirts. He lay on the bed, grabbing her and holding her tight to his chest.

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Sam awoke, he reached out his hand, and he found air. Where is she? He sat up, threw on some sweatpants and left the bedroom, grabbed the water and Aspirin that was on his nightstand, and drank it. He padded into the kitchen, and couldn't keep from smiling. Andy was making breakfast, still in his shirt, humming to a song on the radio. He recognized the song, and almost laughed at how it related to his 'Andy' situation, before she broke up with Callaghan.

"Forgetting all I'm lacking, completely incomplete, I'll take you're invitation and you'll take all of me, now! I'm falling even more in love with you, letting go of all I've held on to. I'm standing here until you make me move, just hanging by a moment here with you."

She stopped, a blush rising up her neck to her face, when Sam coughed behind her. She went back to quietly making breakfast, Sam wrapping his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder. She turned around, pecked him on the lips, and hugged him. She never wanted to leave, ever. If anything had happened to them, this was a moment that they could remember, always.

I'm living for the only thing I know

I'm running and not quite sure where to go

I don't know what I'm diving into

Hanging by a moment here with you

Hope you liked it! I started it after chapter 2 or 3 of Back to You, but then I forgot about it. Haha, when I first heard this song, well, actually, the first time I heard this song after watching RB, I thought 'Hey! That's probably what Sam was thinking, or feeling!'. Yeah, is it sad that that's all I think about? Sandy? Haha. R&R PLEASE! Hoped you liked it!