"I do." Andy was smiling at Sam the entire ceremony.
"Sam," the priest started.
"I do," Sam interrupted. All of their friends laughed at his impatience, since he'd been waiting for this day for three years, since the day he realized he was in love with that annoying and amazing rookie. She wasn't a rookie anymore, though. Traci and Jerry had been transferred to 16th Division. So they were always close, but they weren't around all the time like usual. Sam had been promoted to Jerry's spot, and Andy was allowed to start taking the detectives' courses to become Sam's official partner. She was allowed to be with him as his unofficial partner until she finished a few courses; she had to ride with him since she wasn't allowed to have her own unmarked.
"You may kiss the bride," the priest smiled and backed up. Sam enveloped Andy and dipped her back to kiss her. Their families and friends started cheering and stood so the married couple could leave. Andy had to intertwine their arms to support herself on Sam. She never thought this day would come, much less that he would propose to her at her apartment. Nevertheless, he'd taken her out to dinner after that night at her place. Her crappy little apartment, that had once contained a body, no longer belonged to her. She and Sam had long since moved in together. Andy had to go down to the bridal suite to pin up the train on her dress. Sam, who originally was not scheduled to come with her, decided that he'd follow her down. He couldn't get that iconic image of her as his wife out of his head. He had to constantly look at her to make sure that they really were doing this, that it was all real.
"You've been staring at me all day," Andy said and smiled at him.
"I-I'm just making sure," Sam sighed. He enveloped her once again and crashed their lips together in a kiss much rougher than the one they'd shared at the Alter. Andy, of course, was up for anything.
"Of what?" Andy asked, when he finally broke it off.
"That you're still here, that you're really mine, that you wore that dress for me," Sam looked her over again.
"I've always been here, I've always been yours, and you're lucky I wore this dress for you." Andy laughed. He kissed her again.
"Stop distracting me and let Traci pin my dress up." Andy pointed to the door. Traci was standing in the frame of the door, just smiling that her best friend was finally smiling again. After weeks of fighting, Traci was glad that Andy and Sam had worked things out.
"Nah, I'm good. I'll leave if you guys, uh," Traci laughed and started to walk away.
"Well, come on, Nash," Sam gestured to Andy's dress.
"Alright, then. If I stab you with a needle, blame Sam." Traci declared and smiled. As Traci went to work, Sam started rubbing his thumb against the back of Andy's hand. They hadn't lost contact from the time that Andy grabbed him after the first kiss. A little later, Gail appeared in her bridesmaid dress.
"Hey, girl." Gail smiled at the couple.
"Peck, where's Chris?" Sam asked. Andy and Sam had asked the officers at the 15th to be their bridesmaids and groomsmen. Traci, Dov, Chris, Oliver, Frank, Noelle, Gail, Jerry, even Sue had been befriended by Andy and therefore invited to the wedding.
"He and Dov had to pee." Gail simply said. "They'll be here soon."
"No, you guys are supposed to be on your way to the clubhouse," Traci sighed. She was the only one worried about the schedule at all. Andy didn't even care.
"Yeah, yeah. We'll be fashionably late, Trace." Gail laughed.
"That's Andy and Sam. They get to be fashionably late. You don't!" Traci seemed frustrated, but still found a way to laugh. She finished Andy's dress and stood up. She adjusted a flyaway from Andy's ravishing up-do.
"We all need to leave and let them do whatever for ten minutes until we're all outside for pictures." Traci started herding everyone out of the suite.
"Ugh. Trace, do we have to?" Chris suddenly appeared.
"Chris!" everyone seemed to shout at once.
"Yes, we do, Chris. Come along," Traci said, still herding. Once everyone left, Traci shut the door. But she reopened it.
"Ten minutes you two. That is not enough time to have sex. So don't even get started. Now you only have nine minutes. Be on time!" Traci closed the door.
"What do you want to do for nine minutes?" Sam asked sarcastically. Andy started walking to one of the couches and motioned for Sam to sit next to her. He complied and she leaned against him, wrapping her hands around his. There they sat, for nine minutes.
"Andy, we have to go or Trace's going to get mad," Sam sighed.
"Yeah, I know." Andy said but didn't move.
"Come on," Sam started moving to kiss her. She could sit there forever, kissing her now- husband. He grabbed her hands and pulled her up onto him.
"Ooooh, that was sneaky." Andy smiled at him. They started walking towards the church doors. Everyone was waiting for them and cheered when they came out. The photographer placed them in the middle and lined everyone up to take pictures. After the group pictures, the photographer had Andy pose for individual pictures; adequately making her uncomfortable. Sam was thoroughly relieved when the photographer said they could pose together. He had Andy wrapped around Sam and smiling. They moved around the church yard for what seemed like forever.
"Alright, we're done. Good shoot, guys. And congrats, you two." the photographer eventually said. Sam and Andy got in the unmarked that they typically used for work.
"Why?" Sam asked Andy.
"Because it's what I asked Trace for." Andy smiled. "This wedding isn't just our personal lives becoming one, Sam. It's our work life together. And I thought that this would be okay," Andy started getting upset because she, once again, thought that Sam had judged her decisions.
"Andy, no, honey, it's perfect." Sam grabbed her and kissed her again.
"Really?" Andy asked insecurely.
"Yes, really. It's perfect, just like you," Sam smiled at her and opened the passenger side door. Clearly, Nash had cleaned their car for them. They looked behind the car and the entire station was smiling at them from the church doors. They all waved as Andy and Sam drove to the clubhouse where the reception was to be held. As they walked in, people once again cheered for them. All this cheering was starting to irritate Andy. She'd married the love of her life, not rescued a baby. She didn't need these people's constant approval; their appearance was enough. Sam and Andy were scheduled to eat something before dancing, but they decided that wasn't going to happen. Neither of them could keep their hands to themselves. Trace had noticed and had asked the technology personnel to start the playlist she had sent over. The first dance was reserved for Sam and Andy, clearly. Neither the bride nor groom had any idea what songs Traci had put on the playlist. Andy heard "nothing goes as planned" as the opening line, realized it was In My Veins, and sighed that Traci had picked such a sappy song. But she was grateful for the down time with Sam, knowing that he'd appreciate it as well.