AN: Thank you so much for all of the reviews. You guys are amazing. I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue this story, but I keep getting more ideas and some people requested me to post more. So, I did. Let me know what you think and if I should keep going. I could probably be swayed either way. I know I could write more, though. I've already got a next chapter in my head.

Andy had moved her chair so she was parallel to Sam, facing him. Their elbows were resting on the mattress between them, their arms at 90 degree angles. Andy's fingers danced around Sam's and her legs were pulled underneath her. He was sitting up now, telling her the story of his weekend at Oliver's cabin and the generator issues. Her eyes were glowing with amusement and she laughed out loud when he told her about getting shocked.

"You're ridiculous," she told him and he shrugged. "You know, Chris and Dov are actually really good with that kind of stuff. You shouldn't have sent them packing for fire wood."

"Yeah, we know that now, McNally," he said flatly and she laughed again. He chuckled, wincing a little, and licked his lips.

"Want me to tell you another story?" She asked and he nodded. Just then, the door opened and Oliver walked in. "Later," she promised, letting his hand go and standing up. She wrapped her arms around Oliver's neck and he squeezed her back. "I'm going to grab a coffee," she told them and she smiled at Sam.

"So," Oliver sang as the door closed behind her. "What's going on with that?"

"I don't really know," Sam told him truthfully. Oliver nodded and sat in the chair Andy had just vacated. "A lot happened yesterday."

"Tell me about it. You happy?"

"Right now?" He asked and Oliver nodded. "Yeah, but once her shock wears off and she realizes it's a mistake, that she was just afraid I was going to die, I'll let you know."

"You really think that's what's going on?"

"She told me she loved me a few times," he confided and Oliver's eyes widened. "And that she meant it. But I can't help but wonder."

"Want me to talk to her?" Oliver asked and Sam wasn't sure if he was serious or not.

"Yes, please," he answered sarcastically and Oliver laughed. "No," he said seriously. "Once you do and she does realize it, it'll be over and I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

"Better sooner rather than later, right?"

Sam just shook his head and said, "Anyway, how are you feeling, Brother?"

"I'm fine," he told him. "I'm on my way out. What about you? How do you feel?"

"Like..." he trailed off, scratching at his jaw. "Like I got shot."

"What happened, Sammy?"

"A lot," he said again, shaking his head. "I don't know, man. I was leaving to get away from McNally and Collins and she chased out after me, we found your squad, and we figured out Ford was in the station. We split up, clearing rooms and looking for him. And all of a sudden, Collins walks out of the parade room, right into Ford. Ford pulls out his gun- your gun, I guess- and I just called his name. He turned, shot me, and then someone shot him. Next thing I know, Andy's there and we're in the ambulance and she's telling me this story and she lays it all out there. Then, it's blank until this morning."

"Collins shot him," Oliver told him and Sam nodded, figuring that was the case all along. "And you took a bullet for him. Why?"

"I didn't know he was going to shoot me," Sam sighed and Oliver rolled his eyes. "I just needed him not to shoot Collins."

"Okay," Oliver said skeptically, not really getting it, but letting it go. "How long you in for?"

"End of the week."

"How long are you off duty?"

"A month probably, and then light duty. You?"

"This week and next week," Oliver said, nodding. "Are you going home with McNally?"

"As of now, yeah," Sam nodded. "But, um, she can't stay out of work to take care of me. Even if she tried, I wouldn't let her."

"Yeah. Listen, I didn't get shot," Oliver said, laughing. "I'll come by next week and make sure you're okay during the day. We can watch bad TV and figure out your burgeoning relationship with one, Andy McNally."

"Oh, great," Sam laughed. "Thanks, Ollie."

"Anything for you, my man," Oliver smiled. "I'm gonna go, though. Celery's waiting. I'll stop by sometime tomorrow."

"Feel better."

"Yeah, you too."

Andy waited in the hall, leaning against the wall across from Sam's room. Chris and Gail had been relieved of guarding the door earlier in the day, so she was just staring at it willing it to open. Once it did, she pushed herself off the wall and started toward it. Oliver stopped her with a hand on her wrist and pulled her farther down the hall. "Sam will kill me if he knows I'm doing this," he started and Andy got suddenly very nervous. "In fact, he specifically told me not to do this."

"Okay?"

"Don't mess around with him, McNally. I'm not joking. He just got shot, saving your boyfriend, and he's got enough to deal with. If you're in this for real, great. I'm ecstatic. But if you even have a seed of doubt, let him know now and leave," Oliver said with a surprisingly calm voice.

"Oliver," she started, catching her breath. "He almost died last night. And I felt like my whole world shattered. This is for real and it's not because he got shot, okay? It's because he wants me to be happy and I can't be if he's not around. I can't be happy if Sam is with anyone else and I'd never be truly happy with Nick."

Oliver stood up, letting her arm fall, and regarded her seriously. "Okay," he said with an easy smile. "I'm going to hang out with him while you're working next week. You can do whatever you want with the rest of the time."

"I'm not going anywhere," she said again and he smiled again. "You're a good friend."

"I have to be," he shrugged. "He's the best friend."

Andy smiled and hugged him with and arm around his neck. "I'll see you later," she promised, pulling back and he nodded.

She took a deep breath, preparing herself for entering his room again. Clearly, Sam and Oliver had just talked about her and he was worried about something. Finally, she let herself into his room and she looked up at her immediately. She could see a smile playing on his lips but also the worry in his eyes.

"Want to hear that story?" She asked, closing the door behind her. He nodded and she smiled, rubbing her hands against her thighs. She suddenly got nervous, looking across the room at him. "Okay," she breathed, moving to sit back down next to him. He watched her, quietly, and she gently scratched his forearm. "Remember the night you and my dad watched the Leafs game together?"

"Yeah," he nodded. "I think so."

"It wasn't planned or anything, you know?" She started, tracing circles on his upturned palm. "Um, we had the day off and spent the morning at the gym, boxing a couple of rounds. And then we spent the rest of the day doing nothing. We just hung out at my place," she let out a breath, smiling at the memory. "You were on your way out so you could watch the game at your place and I could do my laundry and dishes. But my dad stopped by to drop something off and you two started talking. When you told him you had to leave to catch the game on time, he remembered that he did, too. I don't know how it happened, but, um, you both ended up staying at my place and watched the whole game together. So, I did what I had to do around the house and you two sat on the couch screaming at the TV because they were losing," she laughed.

"Sounds about right," Sam laughed and she nodded.

"And I finished everything I had to do, so I just sat next to you on the arm of the couch. You weren't paying attention to me, either of you, which was fine and expected. But, then, all of sudden, you pulled me to sit on your lap. It's like you just did it out of habit and you didn't care that we were sitting right next to my dad. So, we sat there together for the last half hour of a game and every time something happened, you'd muffle a yell in my shoulder and then you'd kiss it. But, somehow, they scored a couple of goals- actually winning and you loved it. You both did. And you didn't go home that night," she said, finally looking up at his face. He was watching her with a certain intensity that made her stomach do flips.

"That's the story?" He asked, quirking his lips into a smile and she chuckled.

"That's when I knew that I would never love anyone more," she finished, swallowing hard. "That game, for some reason, and the way you reached for me and held me against you. It was like you needed me and I wanted to be there for you. Sam, I realized how well you fit in the rest of my world then. And when you stayed the night, we spent most of it fooling around," she laughed, shaking her head. "And the morning after, you did that thing," she said, laughing nervously this time.

"Oh," he nodded, smirking. "I remember the thing."

"I bet you do," she said, leaning closer to run her fingers through his hair. "And I almost told you I loved you that morning as you were leaving."

"Why didn't you?" Sam asked, letting out a breath.

"I was scared," she shrugged her shoulder, sitting back again. "And you had to leave. I didn't want it to be a passing moment. I mean, I know how I told you for the first time wasn't perfect..."

"It was pretty close," he promised. Andy nodded, biting the inside of her cheek.

"Sam, now you know when I first realized you loved me and when I loved you," she told him and he nodded. "And I haven't stopped. Obviously, I tried, but it's not something I can wish away. And I don't want to anymore."

"McNally," he sighed. She laced her fingers through his, willing him to continue. "I want to fit in your life. I want you. But I told you yesterday, what I want more than anything is for you to be happy. I wasn't great at making you happy."

"Are you listening to me, Sam?" She asked, leaning her head in. "Being with you made me happy. You make me happy. Clearly, we have a lot of things to work out, but it's worth it. Isn't it?"

Sam took in everything she had said, letting it all sink in. She made him happy. That much he knew for sure, but he would never be sure if he could do the same for her. He didn't want Andy to regret any of her choices and end up resenting him. She was watching him, still waiting for an answer, and he wanted to assure her. Right then, Sam knew he had to make the decision. Shake his head or nod it. Simple. Her eyes were rimmed with tears threatening to fall.

"It's worth it," he nodded and she let out a relieved breath that turned into a smile. "But you need to go."

"Excuse me?" She asked, pulling back again.

"You need to sleep," he told her. "Diaz mentioned that you only got about a couple of hours this morning."

"So what? I'm fine," she insisted and he shook his head. "Yes, I am. I'll go home when visiting hours end, okay?"

"That's in, like, four hours, McNally," he argued and she just shrugged. "You need sleep now. You look like you're about to pass out."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"I want you to rest," he said lightly and she nodded. "There's no reason for you to be this exhausted."

"I think there's plenty of reasons, actually."

"Okay," he conceded. "But you should still go home and get some sleep. I'll be doing the same thing here."

Andy thought about it for a second, knowing he was probably right. She was tired, she was beat. She didn't want to leave him alone, though. He was looking at her with a soft expression and she could see he was exhausted, too. So, she stood up, took hold of his chin and kissed him. She felt his hand at the back of her neck, holding her to him, and she ran her hand to rest on his chest.

"Call me if you need anything," she said when she pulled away. He nodded and she smiled. "Do you need me to stop by your place, grab some clothes or something?"

"Yeah, actually," he nodded again. "My stuff is in that drawer," he told her, letting go of her and pointing at the table next to his bed. "Just grab my keys and let yourself in. I probably just need some sweats and t-shirts."

"Okay," she nodded, pulling out the keys. "Is everything in the same place, same drawers?"

"Yup," he said, looking at the keys. "If you end up at the station before you get back here, feel free to take the truck."

"Yeah?" She asked with a smile and he chuckled.

"Yeah, go crazy."

She smiled again and leaned down to kiss him softly. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will, McNally."

"I'll see you tomorrow," she promised and he nodded.