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So this chapter tells exactly what happened before Sam left undercover. This chapter is rated M for a reason, alright? Don't get offended! You've been warned!

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Chapter 2

Andy parked her car and quickly got out, swearing under her breath as she grabbed her bag and locked the doors behind her.

She was late, AGAIN. It wasn't even that early in the morning, so she couldn't blame her alarm clock or sleeping in late. Not like she COULD sleep in. And she couldn't remember the last time she'd had to turn off her alarm clock. Or turn it on, for that matter.

She half ran into the station, ignoring the looks she got from the other officers, and quickly hid into the women's locker room. She changed into her uniform at lightning speed and quickly walked out, smoothing her back into a messy ponytail.

"McNally!"

Andy winced and turned towards her boss, giving him a small apologetic smile. "I'm sorry for being late, Sir, I had to…"

Grinning, the staff Sergeant raised his hand up, stopping her. "McNally, it's ok. It's not like it happens every shift." He paused, letting her catch her breath. "You'll be working front desk with Officer Peck today."

She nodded her head. "Alright."

"How's little Matty doing?"

Andy smiled. "He's good. He's got a lot of energy to spend, that's for sure."

Frank nodded his head slowly. "That's great. Bring him around some time. I'm sure everyone would love to see him again."

"I brought him for a visit last week, sir."

He raised his eyebrows. "Well I didn't see him. So bring him again." He told her, giving her a playful smile, something she rarely got to see on the Sergeant's face.

She nodded her nead, chuckling lightly. "Sure. Thanks, Sir."

She made her way to the front desk, hoping her shift wouldn't be too slow. She loved being at work, but couldn't wait to come home and spend time with her son.

She'd taken some maternity leave when Matthew was born, but soon found she wasn't a stay at home type of mom. She'd lasted six months away from work, before she'd crawled back into Best's office and had asked him if she could work part time. Thankfully, Best had accepted to let her work a few days a week. A few hours a week was enough for her not to go completely stir crazy, and this way, she could still spend most of her time with her son.

"Hi, Gail!" She smiled at the blonde bombshell and sat on the empty chair behind the desk.

"Hey!"

She didn't know if it was Chris' effect on her, but Gail had developed a lot more people skills. Not that she'd become Andy's best friend, she probably would never be, but she was a lot more sensitive to other people's feelings. A few months ago, no one would've even IMAGINED Gail Peck cooing over a little baby. But the moment she'd held Matty in her arms, Andy knew she would become a great mom someday.

Gail raised her eyebrows and pointed her pen at her. "Hey, before I leave, remind me I've got something for you in my locker."

Andy sighed and shook her head at her. "Tell me it's not another gift for Matt."

The blonde snorted and nodded. "Of course it is! Andy, I found the cutest shirt EVER. There was no way I wasn't getting it for Matt. He's going to look so cute in it."

She groaned and rubbed her brow in irritably. "This kid is gonna be so spoiled."

Gail let out a small chuckle. "Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but he IS already spoiled." She told her. "Hey, look at it this way. In a few months, he won't get all excited about getting clothes. So let me have fun with this, because I won't be the one getting him plastic cars. I'm not spoiling him, I'm spoiling myself."

Andy's pout slowly turned into a small grin. Her friends loved Matty so much, she couldn't hold it against them if they wanted to give him presents. "Thanks Gail. He's growing so fast, most of his clothes don't even fit him anymore."

Gail laid back into her chair and shook her head, staring into space. "He's gonna be eight months in a few days, right? EIGHT MONTHS. It's crazy."

Andy sighed and glanced down at her hands, nodding her head slowly. "Yeah. Crazy." She muttered quietly, already lost in thought. Seemed like just yesterday she was holding her newborn baby in her arms for the first time, crying silently over the fact that his father didn't even know this little man existed.

She wasn't one to believe in fairytales, but getting pregnant after a one night stand had been far from what she'd envisioned her life to be. She'd been so stupid.

It had all happened a couple of months after she'd ended things with Luke.

Flashback

Andy let out a long tired breath as she dropped her keys on the small table next to the door and turned on a few lights in her apartment. She shut the door behind her and made her way through the kitchen with only one goal in mind: get out of these clothes and take a long, relaxing shower.

She peeled off her jeans and t-shirt which were quickly followed by her underwear, leaving everything carelessly on the floor in the hallway leading to the bathroom. Not bothering to shut the door, she climbed in the shower and started the water, setting it to the hottest temperature her body could handle. She couldn't keep a moan from escaping her parted lips as the hot water hit her skin deliciously, instantly pushing every dark thought out of her head and down the drain.

Her day hadn't started that bad actually. She'd woken up to the warm sun caressing her face a few seconds before her annoying alarm clock had started. She'd taken her time getting out of bed, enjoying the smell of freshly brewed coffee which filled her apartment. Traci had gotten her this programmable coffee maker for her 29th birthday, and she now couldn't imagine her life without it.

Andy was already on her third cup of the day when she'd walked into parade and sat at her usual seat. She'd listened to Best bring them up to date to the latest news, and then had left the barn for a long shift riding the streets with Sam.

Their shift had been busy, which had been a welcomed change from the two previous days they'd spent driving through the city, taking care of a few disturbance calls and giving a few speeding tickets. They'd barely had enough time to grab lunch before they'd had to answer more calls.

Not having enough time to talk with Sam had been fine with her though, since he'd been acting like an ass for days now. She'd tried talking to him, tried getting it out of him, but nothing had worked. He'd given her the silent treatment all week and, when he HAD talked to her, it'd only been rude comments or barked orders.

So not having time to talk with him had been perfect. No problem. If he wanted to act like a shithead, well she could do nothing but let him. One thing she could do, though, was ignore him.

As incredible this shower felt, Andy could feel her stomach grumbling. She got out of the shower, dried herself off with a soft towel and combed her wet hair, choosing to let it dry naturally. She grabbed a tank top and a pair of boy short panties, pulling them on as she walked out of her bedroom.

She turned on the TV and headed straight for the fridge, wondering if last night's Chinese would still be good. She grabbed the container from the fridge and opened it to check its contents. It looked eatable. She smelled it and shrugged her shoulders. It smelled… ok. Oh well, she was hungry, so what the hell. Her stomach could handle anything. She put the container in the microwave and grabbed a beer from the fridge. When her food was ready, she brought everything into the living room and sat on the couch, crossing her legs under her.

Someone knocking at the door interrupted her before she could take her first bite. She glanced at her clock and frowned, wondering who could be knocking at her door at eleven thirty on a Wednesday night. The person on the other side of the door started becoming more and more insistent, the knocking quickly turning into loud pounding.

She didn't need this. Not after the day she'd had. She threw her food on the coffee table and stood up, not even bothering to cover herself up. She marched up to the door and checked through the peephole, her irritation turning into full fledged anger when she saw who was standing on the other side.

Swearing under her breath, she quickly unlocked the door and opened it, giving her visitor a hard glare. "What the hell is your problem, Sam?"

Sam was standing in front of her, slightly out of breath, as if he'd run up the stairs to her apartment. "Can I come in?"

She crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, I don't know. I thought you'd like to stay in the hallway and pound on my door until every single one of my neighbors heard you." She told him sarcastically, fuming. "What do you want anyway. I'm tired. Whatever shit you've got to say can wait 'till tomorrow."

"No." His eyes were dark as he looked at her, conflicting emotions playing over his features.

Andy was too angry to care. She'd had to put up with his bad temper all day, and saying she'd had enough was an understatement. She was about to tell him to leave but he walked around her, letting himself in.

She shut the door aggressively and put her hands on her hips. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? Haven't you heard me? I don't want to talk to you right now! You've been acting like an ass all freaking week! Now I'm hungry, exhausted, and all I want to do is eat my food and sleep! What can't you…" Her angry ranting was stopped short as Sam grabbed her by the nape and pulled her roughly into him, crushing his lips to hers in a forceful kiss.

Andy whimpered furiously and struggled against him, trying to unlock her lips from his, but he was too strong. However, as much as she was angry with him, she couldn't ignore the heat coursing through her body as his free hand traveled down her waist to her rear, squeezing her needily. Without her realizing it, her hands, which had been trying to push him away, had fisted into his t-shirt, keeping him as close as he could possibly be.

Present time

The sex had been furious, almost desperate, but she'd always imagined their first time being this way.

But in her mind, Sam Swarek wasn't the type of man who jumped into a woman's bed only to leave the minute he was done. For lack of better words, he'd fucked her brains out and had left without saying another word the second he'd come.

Andy hadn't called him afterwards. No, instead, she'd spent the next two days off doing what she had planned to do, pushing her feelings of hurt and betrayal deep inside. And when she'd gone back to work, she'd been told that Officer Swarek had gone undercover, and that he'd be gone for an unknown period of time.

That had been 17 months ago.

Like everyone in the station, she knew something must've gone wrong. An undercover mission could last weeks, months even. But over a year? That rarely happened.

She could remember the moment she'd found out she was pregnant like it was yesterday. She rarely got sick, ever. At first, she'd thought it was stomach flu, but after a whole week of vomiting every day and being unable to stomach any food, she'd started to think something else was definitely wrong with her. Traci had been the one who'd gotten her the first pregnancy test, which she'd taken right at work. The four other tests she'd taken at her apartment had shown the exact same results. She was pregnant.

She'd panicked, asking herself how she could've gotten pregnant when she was on the pill but then, had remembered that since ending things with Luke, she hadn't been very careful and had been taking it on and off. She'd been stupid and had to deal with the consequences.

So not only had Sam left without a word after having sex with her, she'd gotten pregnant with his kid and he'd gone missing.

That could've been a perfect scenario for one of those soap operas on daytime TV.

"Hey, Andy, I'm gonna get a cup of that disgusting mud they call coffee. Want one?" Gail interrupted her thoughts, pointing towards the coffee stand and wrinkling her nose.

"Humm yeah, I'll have one." She answered, giving her a small shaky smile. "Thanks." She watched her stand and leave the desk before shaking her head, trying to focus her thoughts on anything but Sam Swarek.

She thought about her gorgeous son, whom she couldn't wait to get back to. As much as she hated Sam for what he'd done, Matthew was the most important person in her life right now, and she'd vowed she'd be the best mom she could be. She'd had to go through the disappearance of a parent once, and there was no way Matt would ever have to go through the same thing she had. He had his mom, his Grampa, Dov, and everything was perfect that way.

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