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Andy woke up the next morning still groggy from the night before. She smiled softly to herself as she remembered Sam ministering to her last night. She moved around the room slowly as her bruised ribs were still really hurting her. She frowned as she realised that she hadn't seen Luke since the night before, she did not even know if he came home. He certainly wasn't here now.
The phone rang and Andy hurried to answer it thinking it might be Luke explaining himself. The familiar voice drawled "Good morning, McNally hope you slept well"
"I did Sir" answered Andy automatically.
Sam frowned on the other end of the phone. "McNally, you are no longer a rookie and I am not Sir to you anymore."
"Sorry, Sam" Andy replied.
"Anyway, McNally" Sam interrupted. "I will be dropping by at lunchtime with something for you to eat."
Andy tried to protest but Sam was having none of it.
"I'll see you soon McNally" and he hung up.
True to his word Sam appeared with her favourite take out lunch from a little place they stopped at regularly.
Andy had just come from her shower and her hair was scraped back from her face and she looked freshly scrubbed.
Sam swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat as he thought how beautiful she looked. He covered up quickly by demanding to see her ribs. He rubbed some ointment on them and redressed her wounds before handing her some more painkillers and then leaving out their lunch.
Andy looked at Sam in his uniform and thought he had never looked more handsome. He really had no idea how hot he was. She covered up by saying "So Best says that I have to take the rest of the week off but that I can come back to work on Monday, I'm totally going to go stir crazy here"
Sam gestured around him pointing out that she could use her time unpacking and getting the place to look more like home.
Andy agreed reluctantly and unconvincingly tried to look a little excited at the prospect.
Sam tossed his apple in the air, caught it and bit into it flashing his strong white teeth at her as he did so. Andy groaned to herself as she imagined those teeth biting into something else.
"Oh God, he is doing it again" She thought as he stood close by her as she was washing her hands. He breathed in her ear "See you back at work, Andy" and just like that he was gone.
Andy gripped the side of the kitchen counter and wondered why Luke did not have the same effect on her. She repeated the mantra over and over to herself. "I made the right choice, I chose the good guy." She realised that she was trying to convince herself and she knew that she was going to have to talk to Luke.
Luke breezed in much later that night carrying a bunch of flowers. Andy grimaced to herself thinking "Well someone obviously feels guilty about something"
"What are those for?" She enquired
"What, can't I bring my girl some flowers just because I feel like it?" Luke grinned cheerfully at her.
Andy frowned to herself, something was definitely off, Luke never bought her flowers and he never acted like this around her.
"Did you come home last night?" She countered.
Luke shifted his eyes to look behind her as he answered. "Sure, but you looked so out of it that when I came home I slept on the couch so as not to disturb you."
"Well that was considerate" she snarked "Considering how you didn't even check if I was okay or how I managed to get home."
"Awe, c'mon Andy, I knew that your friends would look out for you. He cajoled.
She looked at him stricken. "Yes, but Luke it should've been you, it should've been you." She turned away tears blinding her.
"Well, I hope the night spent catching up with your old flame was worth it because right now I can't even look at you." She turned and ran into her room slamming the door behind her.
Luke ran his hands nervously through his hair knowing that he screwed up. He tried banging on the door but received no answer. He resigned himself to sleeping on the couch. He couldn't help thinking over the night chatting with Jo. He had forgotten how pretty her blonde hair was and how her blue eyes lit up when she was excited about something, he had also forgotten how his stomach lurched with butterflies every time he was around her. "God this was a mess" he groaned as he finally drifted off to sleep.
Andy lay tossing and turning on top of the bed and trying to protect her ribs as she was moving. "He should have been the one tenderly wrapping her ribs in bandages and taking such good care of her not Sam, she chose Luke as he was the 'good boy.' Please don't let me have chosen wrongly, I really tried to do the right thing this time" She tried to forget how good Sam's hands felt as he gently cleaned her up, she tried to forget the smell that was uniquely Sam whenever he was close to her, she tried to forget how his warm brown gaze twinkled at her as he was telling her one of his corny jokes and she desperately tried to forget his hands as they roamed over her body igniting fire wherever they touched and his kisses Oh boy was she in trouble.
Sam was back at the station and he was furious. "Where the hell had Luke been, why had he not been home to check up on Andy?" If she was his he would never have let her out of his sight. One of the desk sergeants was approaching him with some paperwork and caught the thundercloud of emotions running over Sam's face and he wisely decided to just leave it on Sam's desk for him to discover by himself.
Jo was sitting at her desk and she was thinking over her reunion with Luke last night. It felt great to see him, she forgot how his smile lit up his entire face, and how his sensitive blue gaze settled on her making her feel like she was the only girl in the world. Sitting talking and laughing with him made her think about the reasons for leaving in the first place and they just did not seem to be important anymore.
When Luke went to work the next morning Andy slowly walked around the house that was supposed to be their home. Nothing in this house even suggested that she lived there and that was the problem; it felt like a house, not a home. She finally sat down with a cup of coffee and evaluated her and Luke's relationship. It felt like right after the undercover operation where she had the heart ripped out of her at the thought of Sam lying beneath that yellow sheet, the sheer relief she felt at seeing someone else lying there and the way her heart started thumping when she turned and saw him standing there with that cocky look upon his face. That was when she decided to move in with Luke, because he would never cause her to have feelings like that, he was the safe choice.
Who was she kidding it was Sam it had always been Sam. What was she going to do? She did what she always did; she began to over think. She listed all of Luke's good points and there were quite a few, she thought to herself if she could just fake it little longer then things might turn out the way she planned them to and then she wouldn't have made the wrong choice after all.
I realise this is not where you want the story to go. But sometimes the characters take over. Please don't kill me she has to try to fix the problem and she thinks she can by faking it.