a/n: This is just a short chapter to begin with; they will get longer. Enjoy!

Intentions

Andy walked into her dad's apartment and threw her keys on the table. She trudged over to the couch and laid down, not bothering to remove her jacket. Instead, she decided to stare at the ceiling and think about all the times she should've taken a chance with Sam. She shook her head and sighed in defeat; she had been too late.

After she called Sam, she ran to his place, not even thinking for one second that he'd reject her. In reality, he hadn't; he just hadn't been home. The walk back to her dad's apartment was a long and disappointing one, and the nervousness she should have had about what she intended to do started to kick in. What did I expect? What if he had been home? Would he just have welcomed me with open arms after I'd been the one to pull away, again?

Now she was a mess, over a man, again. She sat up on the couch and looked around. She searched every hiding place she could think of and couldn't find any alcohol. I guess dad really is trying. He'd been clean for a couple weeks now. After a few meetings he decided that it would be best to go to a facility to make it stick. Andy smiled. She had a little more hope this time.

Her growling stomach and growing desire to indulge in self-pity for the night moved her to take out her phone and dial the one person she had left to count on.

"Hey, so, I had this really bad idea that didn't end so well. What are you doing?"

"At the moment, simultaneously talking to you, picking up Leo's toys, and about to head over to Jerry's. What's up?"

Andy breathed in deeply.

"Andy?"

"Trace," Andy finally answered. "You think you could get your mom or Jerry to watch Leo for the night?"

Tracy stopped picking up toys and leaned back against her couch. "Are you okay? Is it your dad?"

Andy shook her head, forgetting she couldn't be seen. "No, he's good, I just... can you bring tequila? I just tried to take Sam out the freezer, but I don't think it worked."

"Give me an hour; order pizza."

"So, what are we going to do about Gail?" Chris asked, immediately taking a swig of his beer.

Dov looked at his friend expectantly, waiting for him to continue. When he didn't, Dov moved the coaster in circles. He couldn't believe how nonchalant Chris was being, let along talking to him.

"Um, I don't know, what do you want to do?" Dov asked, still not making eye contact.

Chris shrugged, "I don't know. I do know you and I can't be roommates."

Dov stopped playing with the coaster and finally looked Chris in the eye.

"What?"

Chris shook his head, "We can't be roommates. You're still my best friend, but this was...over the line. I don't think I trust you, really, anymore. At least not right now."

Nodding in delayed understanding, Dov conceded. "Okay, um, I get it. When should I..."

"Not tonight," Chris laughed nervously. "Whenever you find a place."

Dov finished half his beer and nodded. Chris got up and gestured toward the bar. "I'll go get us another round."

Sam was freezing. It was his fault really. He made Boyd take him to say goodbye to Andy. He knew she would figure out someone was watching her, so he told Boyd to cut the engine until he got the balls to go up and tell her he was going undercover.

He rubbed his hands together, and after ten minutes, was ready to tell his rookie he didn't know when he'd see her again. After he saw the torched vehicle, all he could think about was Andy and if she was okay. When he finally saw her, all he wanted to do was hold her, kiss her. For those brief moments after she appeared he knew she wanted to do the same. She fought it though, and he was tired of waiting. He'd done everything right; in his mind anyway.

By the time Gail arrived with Luke, Chris and Dove were well into their fifth round. Anybody from the outside would think all was well. She knew better. Dov and Chris were making a poor effort of trying to avoid eye-contact with her. When she looked at Dov, she wanted to punch him, and when she looked at Chris, she wanted to cry. She refrained from either. Gail immediately went to the bar. If she was going to be in the same room with these two, she'd need a drink.

"Callaghan," she motioned Luke. "By a lady a shot."

As the time passed Andy got increasingly insecure, and then pissed off. It had been two hours since she'd left Sam that voicemail and he never not returned any call from her in less than thirty minutes. She paced the length of the living room incessantly until the doorbell rang ten minutes later.

"Finally!" She said aloud, making her way to the door.

Sam turned to Boyd before he hopped out the truck. "I won't be long." He got out and leaned against the door and sighed, looking up at Tommy's window, murmuring to himself, this isn't going to be easy.

Sam was just about to cross the street when he noticed Andy come into view, looking for something in her purse. She turned around after she located some cash and gave the delivery guy one of her smiles. Sam loved her smiles. All of them. He would miss those the most.

Her smile quickly faded when the delivery guy didn't take her cash, but threw the pizza box to the floor. Before she could react, he'd already shot her twice and left.

Sam couldn't move.