A/N: I'm really glad that so many people are enjoying this story! I'm having fun writing it! This chapter will focus a little bit more on Sam, so I hope you like it. Please review and let me know what you think...


Sam Swarek was sitting at the bar at Penny's when he felt someone sit down beside him. "Sammy boy, how's it going?" Jerry asked.

"Same ole same ole," Sam replied, "just another day in the office. I'm guessing you were hanging out with Nash. You didn't have to join me, I'm sure she was better company."

Jerry laughed as he took a swig of his beer, "Although, I will agree with you, she needed some girl time with McNally. Speaking of, I hear you were your normal self today at the airport."

"Jerry, I was simply there to give them a ride. I didn't know I was supposed to carry on a conversation with the girl. I mean it's not like I even know her. Just because I worked under her dad as a rookie, doesn't mean I'm now her best friend or something," Sam stated.

"Sammy, you could have at least said something to her, even if it was only your name. You must admit she's looking pretty good. Although, I'm sure she's way out of your league," Jerry added.

Sam rolled his eyes and simply took another swig of his beer. He wasn't about to admit that he found her attractive because he knew Jerry would never let it go. He had noticed her at the airport when she wasn't looking at him, and he had seen her glance at him several times in the car but chose to ignore it. However, he knew Jerry was right when he said she was out of his league because Oliver would kill him. He knew Oliver looked to her as a sister, and he was too old for her anyways. Plus, she was probably only here for a few days or weeks for her dad's funeral and then she would be leaving again.

Jerry finished his beer and ordered another one. Sam did the same and changed the subject to a case they had been working on. They had been talking for a few hours when Sam noticed her at the other end of the bar. He also happened to see Callaghan standing next to her with a grin on his face. Sam had never liked that guy, and he hated working with him. He knew Callaghan always flirted with women just to get in their pants, and for some reason he didn't like him talking to her. Jerry must have noticed him tense up because he turned and followed his line of sight before saying, "I see Callaghan is trying to make a move."

Sam huffed before turning back to his beer. "Hopefully, she is smart enough to not fall for his cheesy lines, but who knows maybe she's stupid. I'm sure Callaghan is feeding her with compliments," he replied.

"Am I sensing jealousy?" Jerry asked.

"No, I'm not jealous. I just don't like him. Although, from the looks of it, neither does she," he added with a smirk. Jerry just laughed at his friend.

The night wore on and it was reaching close to midnight. Jerry had left about an hour ago, and Sam was still sitting at the bar. He had kept an eye on McNally all night, but he could clearly see she was now completely wasted. He saw Nash get up and was trying to help her to the door. He stood up and walked over to them. "Here let me help you. It appears someone has had a little bit too much to drink tonight," he stated looking down at a drunken McNally.

Traci looked at him with a smile and said, "Yea, after she blew off Callaghan, she switched to liquor, which never ends well with her. Do you mind helping me get her to the car? She's staying with Shaw tonight, and she is in no condition to walk home."

"I can drive her to Shaw's since it's on my way home if you want. Besides, I hardly doubt you will be able to get her inside without waking up the whole house," he suggested. Traci hesitated for a second, but she caved after realizing he had a point. She helped Andy to Sam's truck and told him that he better take care of her. He nodded yes before hopping in his truck and headed to Shaw's house.

He was halfway there when she turned to him and asked, "Why do you have to be a cop?" He was confused by her question and was simply going to overlook it when she added, "I mean you're hot, but I don't date cops. Although, you have really pretty eyes and I could really kiss you right now."

He laughed at her rant before whispering, "I won't hold it against you. Besides, I don't take advantage of drunken girls, and you are clearly drunk."

She just simply smiled and closed her eyes. She was quiet for the rest of the way there. Once he pulled up in Shaw's driveway, he noticed that she had fallen asleep. He went around to the passenger side and picked her up out of the truck. He had to admit she felt great in his arms, but he wouldn't let his mind go any further as he took her inside. He carried her up to the guest room and laid her on the bed. He pulled her shoes off before covering her with the blanket. He smiled as he watched her sleep. He knew that today must have been rough for her, but he also knew that she was going to have a bad hangover in the morning. He leaned down and kissed her forehead before whispering, "Goodnight McNally," and then left.


Andy woke up the next morning with a major headache. She tried to remember how she even got home but that part seemed a little blurry. She checked her phone and noticed she had a text message from Traci, so she opened it. Hope you made it back ok. Swarek offered to drive you home. See you later. She reread the text and vaguely remembered getting in his truck last night. She must have fallen asleep or something because she didn't remember getting in bed. She decided she would thank Swarek next time she saw him, but right now she needed a shower.

She made it downstairs about ten minutes later freshly dressed but still hung over. She walked into the kitchen to find Zoe cooking pancakes. She could hear the girls watching TV in the other room. Zoe turned around and said, "There's coffee ready if you want some. It looks like you may need it. Rough night?"

"Yea, killer hangover. Do you have any aspirin?" she responded.

Zoe smiled, "In the pantry. Did you and Nash have fun? I didn't even hear you come in last night."

"I don't really remember coming home to be honest, but Swarek obviously gave me a ride because Traci sent me a text this morning," she added.

Zoe paused at the stove before a big grin crossed her face, "Sam took you home last night. Wow, I must say I'm impressed. He's not one to do favors for people, unless it's Oliver or Jerry. He must like you."

Andy just rolled her eyes before saying, "Don't go there. Like I told Traci last night, I don't date cops. I guess I do need to thank him though for the ride."

Just then, Oliver walked in. "Yum, the pancakes smell delicious. The girls are watching cartoons," then looked at Andy, "Man, you look rough."

"She had a busy night and then Sam gave her a ride home," Zoe commented as Andy shot her a glare.

"Hmm," Oliver sighed, "Well I'm just glad you made it home alright. If anything happened between you two, I don't want to know, just be careful." He walked out to go tell the girls' breakfast was ready.

"Zoe, nothing happened. Besides, I'm not interested in him," she said trying to be convincing. Zoe just smiled and kept cooking. A few minutes later, the girls ran into the kitchen. Once they saw Andy, they each grabbed a hold of her legs and squeezed her tight. They loved their "Aunt Andy." The conversation switched to the girls as they began telling Andy everything that they had been learning in school. Breakfast was served and everyone chatted while they ate.

After breakfast, Andy had asked Oliver if she could catch a ride to her dad's house. She needed to get things sorted out, and she also just wanted some time alone. Last night she was able to get her mind off of it, but today it hit her hard. Oliver could see that she was hurting, but he chose to keep quiet. Out of all the years he's known her, he knew that she would talk about it when she was ready. Andy wasn't the type to open up easily, which actually reminded him of Swarek.

Oliver had the morning shift, so he dropped Andy off at the house before heading to the station. She walked inside and was overwhelmed with emotions. The living room smelled like her dad, and there was still one of his jackets lying on the back of the recliner. She walked into the kitchen to find a few dirty dishes in the sink. She continued walking around the house into the different rooms before stopping at his room. She sat down on the bed as tears fell down her face. It was still hard to believe he was actually gone. She had talked to him a few days before the accident, and he had been so happy to hear from her. She always tried to call him at least once a week to check in on him.

After drying her tears, she walked back into the kitchen and washed the dishes. She needed to keep herself busy. After finishing the dishes, she went into the study where he kept his safe. She knew she would find an envelope inside because he had told her long ago that if anything happened to him, then she should look in the envelope. She opened the safe and found the big manila envelope before bringing it into the living room. She sat down on the couch and opened it not knowing what to expect was in there. She was surprised to find a folded letter addressed to her, her father's will, and some pictures of her parents. She looked through the pictures before reading the letter. She couldn't help but start crying again as she read the sweet words that her father had wrote. He told her how much he loved her and that he wanted her to be happy. Lastly, she looked at the will, which told her his funeral arrangements and how he wanted his possessions divided.

After spending most of the day at the house, she gathered up the papers and put them back in the envelope. Since she didn't have a car, she decided to walk to the station because it was closer than Shaw's house. She would catch a ride with Oliver since he should be getting off soon she realized looking down at her watch. Therefore, she headed to the one place she rarely went, the police station.