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Chapter 2

Several days passed with Sam and Andy keeping things professional at work, and while they itched to spend more time outside of work together, they couldn't tip off their friends. So, at The Penny, they sat at separate tables, and when Traci and Gail dragged Andy to an unexpected girl's night the same evening the couple had a secret dinner rendezvous planned at Sam's place, all she could do was send an apologetic text.

But today, there wasn't going to be any postponement of plans. As they were changing into their uniforms, Andy told Traci she had plans with her dad that night, so she'd be skipping out on The Penny. Sam was making an equally good excuse to Oliver as they grabbed coffee before Parade.

It was a busy morning, the heat making people crazier than usual. Andy was already a bit annoyed with Sam for not wanting her to pursue the investigation into why a young girl stole an ice cream truck, when they ran into Monica. The way she looked at Sam and how awkward Sam looked during the encounter had Andy jealous.

She was in the kitchen grabbing a cold bottle of water when Sam found her a few minutes later. "McNally…" he said in tone she recognized as the one he used to warn her she had just made a mistake or was about to.

"She seems nice," she said flatly.

"We used to date," he told her, not wasting time in getting to the bottom of this.

She pushed out an unamused laugh. "Yeah, I got that." She took a swig of water as Sam watched her. "Looks like she still thinks there's something there."

"There's not. Not on my end. We were over before I went undercover," he explained, seeing the jealous worry in her eyes. "I'll make sure she knows that."

Andy realized she let something stupid get to her. She was now embarrassed with how jealous she'd gotten at the simple site of another woman looking at Sam. Her face softened as she looked at him. "Can I blame the heat?" she asked sheepishly.

Sam glanced around and, seeing no one, pressed his lips to her forehead quickly. "You're cute when you're jealous," he said, smirking at her.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Just tell me I'm not going have flashbacks to third grade when this girl Lisa and I had this huge crush on Jason Duffy and we'd bring gum every day. It was weirdly competitive. I can't even tell you how much gum I brought."

"As much as I like gum," he said teasingly. "Hate to break it to you, McNally, but this stubborn ass rookie with a lion's heart already won me over."

Andy's megawatt smile returned as a blush crept over her cheeks. She heard Oliver beckoning her from down the hall and knew their time was up. "We still on for tonight?" she asked as she headed toward the door.

"Meet you at my truck after shift," he said nodding.

She paused at the door, smiling at him. "See ya then."

The rest of the day didn't go as planned, however. There was blackout over the entire city. Oliver got shot at point blank range in the vest. Andy shot the suspect, who also kidnapped young girls, and he died in a pool of blood only feet from her.

Sitting on a bench in the dark locker room, lit only by a couple of emergency lights, Andy fought back tears. She refused to cry about this, thinking it showed some vulnerability she shouldn't have as a cop. When Sam came in and sat beside her, she didn't know if he was there as her training officer or the guy she was supposed to be having dinner with at this moment.

"You want a ride home?" he asked. She nodded while anxiously rubbing her hands up and down her thighs. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and grabbed one of her hands to hold it still long enough to drop them in her palm. "Go sit in the truck. I'll be there in ten, okay?"

"Yeah, thanks." She watched him get up and walk toward the door. "Rain check for the night we had planned?"

Hand on the door, Sam stopped. "You can count on it."

The silence on the ride to her apartment, coupled with the anxious fidgeting of her arms and legs, was troubling to Sam. He knew what she did tonight was eating at her and she was going to have to find a release. So, when they walked into her apartment, he pulled her to the couch.

Facing her, he cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb across her cheekbone. "It's okay to not be okay about this," he said. She shook her head, but didn't speak. "You did what you had to do. You saved Oliver's life. You saved that little girl's life, your own life. You acted like a cop today, McNally, and a great one."

She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, but it couldn't prevent the tears from slowly rolling down her face. Sam wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest. She let the tears fall, knowing if there was one person she could show her vulnerability to, it was Sam.

When she finally stopped crying, Andy pushed herself away from Sam's chest and gave him a tight-lipped smile. "Thank you," she said softly.

"Anytime," he replied, caressing her cheek. "Now, I bet the only food you had today was an ice cream sandwich we confiscated from that truck." She gave a nod to indicate he was correct. "Then you need to eat something."

"I'm not really hungry."

He ignored her protest and stood up, pulling her with him and into the kitchen. When he wouldn't let her do anything, she sat up on the counter and watched him warm up some Chinese take-out leftovers. "You're kinda perfect, aren't you," she mused.

"Far from it," he said as he brought a plate of food to her.

"You're not eating?" she asked as he stood between her legs.

"I grabbed something at the station earlier," he told her.

After a few bites, she held a forkful of food toward him. "I'm never going to eat all of this."

He hesitated, but it did smell really good, so he took what she offered. They continued sharing the rest of the food and Andy knew this wasn't the night they had planned, but it felt really perfect.

When they were done, Andy placed her empty plate on the counter beside her and slid down off the counter. Before Sam could step back to give her space, she circled her arms around his neck and covered his lips with her own. With everything that happened today and the way Sam took care of her when she needed it, all she wanted was to get lost in him.

Sam's hands went to her waist as he stumbled back, startled by her sudden actions. That only had her kissing him harder, and she lightly scratched her nails against the nape of his neck. That drove Sam nuts and he turned them around quickly and pressed her against the wall as his hands roamed her body.

Several minutes passed before Sam pulled himself out of the fog of lust he'd gotten lost in. He didn't want her to regret this in the morning, to be so lost in grief and confusion over killing someone to travel down a path she wasn't prepared for yet.

His hands found the side of her face and he pulled his head back. "Hey, hey, are you sure about this? A lot has happened today and this...this is a big step."

Taking a moment to catch her breath, she nodded confidently. "I've wanted this, not just today or because I killed a man. I've wanted this since you tried to take me home on your first day back," she said with a chuckle.

"You tried to kiss me first," he teased.

"I tackled you, I did not try to kiss you. I thought you were a drug dealer," she shot back. She slid her hand from his neck along his jaw as her face became more serious. She grazed her thumb across his bottom lip as she smiled up at him. "I want this, Sam."

He brushed hair out of her face before pressing his lips against hers. It was soft at first, but quickly intensified. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him before he carried her to bed.

Later that night, they lay in bed, legs tangled, Andy half on top of Sam, her head resting on his chest as his fingers danced up and down her bare back lightly. She tilted her head so she could look up at him. "I'm happy," she said with a grin. "Really happy."

"Me too," he replied.

"Will you stay tonight?" she asked.

He threaded his free hand through her hair before cupping the back of her head and drawing her closer. "You're never getting rid of me." He pulled her fully on top of him as they kissed.

More than a month later, Andy found herself getting dressed for an undercover operation to fix a sting she and Chris had accidentally ruined earlier in the day by arresting the guy who had the money Guns & Gangs was planning to follow.

"Hate to tell ya McNally, but you don't exactly look cheap," Sam said, walking into the locker room as she finished getting ready.

"What? I can be waaay cheap." She caught his eye in the mirror as he walked up to her.

Sam chuckled as he watched her put on lipstick. "So, think you can manage to be my girlfriend for the night?" he quipped, throwing her words from earlier back at her.

Sam was perched on a desk with Andy standing next to him, and Boyd and Jerry sitting across from them, as they tried to figure out how the undercover operation was going to work that night.

"What exactly do I have to do? Be his girlfriend? I think I can manage that," she said in response to Boyd shooting down her suggestion to be Sam's backup. "I mean, you do all the talking. I'm just going to back you up. I mean, unless you guys have a better idea."

"McNally and I spent the last six months riding together. We do know each other's moves," Sam said, liking Andy's idea and knowing she could do the job. "It's not like we've got a lot of time here."

"Sammy's call," Jerry said when Boyd looked over to him. Neither were extremely pleased with the scenario, but Jerry trusted his friend's gut about the rookie.

"You think she can do this?" Boyd asked, looking skeptically at Sam.

"I do." Sam said it with as much confidence as he'd ever had.

"You're doing it," Boyd said, looking at Andy. Getting up, he headed toward the door, pausing next to her. "Oh hey, good luck. You're gonna need it."

"Shut up," Andy said, elbowing Sam softly in the gut. "Was I supposed to tell Boyd, who already hates me, that it was no problem to play your girlfriend cause I was your girlfriend. My ass would already be kicked to the street if he knew."

"But he doesn't," he said. Trying to calm her down after she got herself worked up, he slid his arm around her waist under her jacket. "And it was a good idea. Now, relax."

That was easier said than done. She could feel the warmth of his hand on her hip, his thumb sliding against her skin, and his breath was hitting just below her ear, which she swore he was doing on purpose.

"You really think I can do this? You didn't just say yes because I'm your girlfriend?" she asked, trying to focus.

"McNally," he said, staring back at her through the mirror. "Listen to me. I've been with you since you started and I've seen how far you've come as a cop. I'm telling you right now, there's nobody I'd rather go through the door with than you. Nobody."

"I'm terrified. What if I screw up? Pretending so hard not to be your girlfriend pretending to be your girlfriend. If I mess up, I could get us fired, or shot or - "

He turned her to face him and grabbed her arms gently. "Keep it real in there. You are my girlfriend, and for the next few hours, everyone here expects to see that."

"Okay," she said, her voice still not full of confidence yet.

"And being terrified is what makes it fun," he said cheekily. He got the response he was looking for, a smile and a laugh that he hoped would relax her a bit. "Just don't tackle me on this undercover."

She shook her head at his teasing. "What if I try to kiss you this time?"

"Well, that…" He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. "That would be okay."

She placed a chaste kiss on his lips as he held her close, before letting out a deep breath. "I'm ready."

Neither were prepared for how the night would unfold. Once Andy found out Sam was walking into a trap when he left to get the drugs with Angel, she didn't know her legs could move that fast as she ran to the cover team. The gunshots that rang out over the radio terrified her. It had been her idea that had Sam in that warehouse. She rarely prayed, but sitting in the back of the SUV as it sped to the warehouse, she prayed over and over for Sam to be safe.

She jumped out the moment they arrived and her eyes scanned the chaos. The seconds that passed felt like an eternity until she heard her name come out of Sam's mouth. She spun around and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding when she saw he wasn't injured. "You're okay."

"Yeah, thanks to you. You were great in there," he said.

"Thanks, but I put you in that warehouse. You were in the middle of a gunfight because of me," she said, mad at herself and thinking she didn't do the right thing.

"Hey, it was a good plan, the only one that kept the deal in play with the changes we weren't prepared for," he told her. "And you got me my gun. I'm here because of that."

She threw her arms around him - and was prepared to defend her actions as a cop being happy her partner wasn't killed, if any co-workers questioned it - and hugged him. "I'm really glad you're okay," she whispered in his ear before stepping back.

"We should go give our statements. With any luck we'll be out of here by dawn," he said. "You coming over?"

Andy glanced around them before responding. "That's optimism."

Hand on the small of her back as they walked across the parking lot, he leaned down and whispered so only she could hear. "Nah, that's experience."

Months went by and in fact, Andy had been cut loose for a full two months now. Sam and Andy hadn't made any public declaration about their relationship, but there was no longer anything standing in the way of it. There was no reason to continue hiding it, but they'd stayed discreet, not wanting to become fodder for the station's gossip mill. Most importantly though, they were both happy.

They continued to ride together most days at work; Frank commented to Sam that he'd never seen a better set of partners so he planned to keep them together as much as possible. They didn't want that to change, so Sam and Andy agreed to keep it professional at work - minus the few interrogation room make-out sessions they found themselves in.

Today, all that went out the window when Andy was shot while keeping order at a free concert. Andy was in a daze when she walked out of the trailer after speaking with the new detective who was on the case, and Sam pulled her to the side of the trailer and asked how she was.

"Sam, that was really scary. That hurt so bad." The way Sam remained silent and the look on his face was something she'd never seen before. She needed to reassure him she was okay. "I'm alright, I'm alright. It's just that I've already got this bruise that's forming."

She started to look down and raise her shirt, but Sam's hands framed her face and lifted it so he could look into her eyes. He pushed her bangs out of her face, his hand trailing over the dried blood he first thought had been Andy's when she'd fallen to the ground. He'd never been more thankful that it was simple blood splatter.

"I was terrified. I saw the blood and thought...I thought I could lose you," he admitted.

"But you didn't. It hit my vest; it's why we wear them." She rested her hand against his cheek. "I'm still here. I'm okay."

They knew several eyes were on them, but didn't care. They didn't need to hide anymore; they didn't need to worry about who saw them. Andy knew what was coming from the look in his eyes and she wasn't going to stop him. And soon enough he lowered his lips to hers. It was soft and gently, but all consuming.

When he pulled back, he nudged her nose with his and she smiled knowing he was calmer than a few minutes ago. "I'm cleared to go back to the station," she told him.

"I gotta take him in," Sam said, with a nod toward his cruiser, which held a suspect they'd found lingering nearby while Andy gave her statement. "Oliver's gonna bring you back, okay?"

Andy nodded, knowing it was good for Sam to focus on the investigation right now. Oliver was like a father to her and she knew she'd be in good hands.

When Sam was done processing the suspect, he handed him off to the detectives and went in search of Andy. He found her in the locker room, cleaning the blood of the victim off her face.

He took her in his arms gently, careful not to hold her too tight and put pressure on what was sure to be a growing bruise. They shared a brief but passionate kiss before Sam pulled back just far enough so he could rake his eyes over her body to assure himself she was okay. Bruised and in pain, but okay.

"I think the cat's out of the bag with us," she said quietly.

"You okay with that?"

She nodded. "It's a relief actually. We don't have to figure out how we're going to tell everyone."

"How does it feel?" Sam asked, not hesitating as he lifted her shirt to see where she'd been shot in the vest.

"It hurts, but I'm fine," she said. Seeing a look in his eyes, she quickly pulled her shirt down, bumping his hands away. "No, Sam, don't tell me to go home. What am I going to do? Watch soap operas, or stupid talk shows? No, I need to be here. I need to – "

He raised his hands in surrender as he interrupted her. "I wasn't going to suggest you go home." Well, he wanted to, wanted to know she was safe at home, but he knew she was too much like him and would want to be here. "I want you to take it easy though. Go talk to the friend, see what she can tell us about Kate. See if there was anyone who might have motive to hurt her."

Andy appreciated that he understood. "I can do that." She wrapped an arm around him and leaned against his chest, just wanting another moment of comfort before they both got back to work. "Thank you."

He rubbed a hand up and down her back. "I'm here if you need me."

"Hey, Andy," Traci called out as she walked into the locker room. Sam and Andy pulled apart and a blush crept over her cheeks. "Oh sorry, I was just checking to see how you were doing."

"Kate's friend should be here soon," Sam told Andy before he walked away, leaving the friends alone.

Traci waited until the door closed behind Sam before going over to her friend. "So, you and Swarek? And you didn't tell your best friend?" she teased.

Andy rolled her eyes and resumed wiping the dried blood from her hairline. "We were just cut loose, Trace. I guess I was afraid people would assume…"

"Assume you were sleeping with your TO? It's been two months, you guys are fine," she said, but quickly saw something in her friend's eyes. "But you were together before that, weren't you?"

Andy sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and that was all the answer Traci needed. "Andy! You know that's against the rules."

"I know. I know," she replied hastily, trying to get her friend to quiet down so no one else heard them. "But like you said, it's been two months. No one has to know it started before that."

Traci sat down on the bench, smirking up at her friend. "So, how long has it been going on?"

"About four months."

Traci was shocked her friend could keep such a big secret for so long. "Wow."

Andy sat down next to her friend. "I'm sorry. Sam and I agreed to not tell anyone. We didn't want anyone burdened with the secret. And then when it was okay, it felt like it would just come out on its own, but no one noticed anything different."

"Until you got shot today."

"Yup. We kissed in front of, I don't know, whoever was still on scene. I'm sure it'll make its way through the gossip mill soon enough," she said with a laugh.

"I'm happy for you," Traci said, putting an arm around her friend. "And I'm glad you're okay."

Andy smiled and hugged her friend.

By the end of the day Andy was exhausted. It had been a mentally draining day and her ribs ached. She slowly changed out of her uniform, thankful she had a loose fitting T-shirt to throw on.

"Good job today, bruised ribs and all," Sam said, taking her hand in his as she came out of the locker room.

"Thanks for knowing what I needed today. I couldn't just go home. I had to know why," she said, leaning into him as they walked to his truck.

"Does knowing make you feel any better?" he asked.

"No, but...I needed to see it through today," she replied. "I needed to be there."

He understood. There wasn't necessarily a rhyme or reason to the feelings this job sparked, but he was familiar with the need to see something through to the end. They walked the rest of the way to his truck in silence, and Sam paused before starting it up. "You up for The Penny or do you want to go straight home?"

Andy looked over at him, giving him a small smile. "I promised Traci and Dov I'd stop by, but I don't want to stay long."

The drive to The Penny was quick, and her friends were all quick to ask how she was doing as soon as she walked in. Sam stayed by her side as she showed off her large bruise and assured her friends she'd be fine.

No one made a big deal that Sam was holding her hand or had his arm around her, and for that she was grateful. Andy hated being the center of attention and she was already there because of getting shot; she didn't need all eyes on her because of her personal life as well.

A little more than an hour later, Sam and Andy were pulling up to her apartment building. Between being shot, the stresses of closing the case, and then trying to put on a happy front while chatting with her friends, Andy could barely keep her eyes open, but she didn't want to be alone. "Will you, will you stay with me?" she asked.

"Of course, if that's what you want."

"It's what I want," she said, nodding.

He let her lean on him as they walked up the stairs to her apartment, and he could feel the exhaustion radiating from her body. By the time they entered her apartment, Andy felt like she was sleepwalking.

They lay in bed a short time later on their sides facing each other. Andy was scared to close her eyes, afraid she'd see Kate getting shot and blood pooling on the blacktop if she did. Sam could sense what was troubling her and gently tucked hair behind her ear before caressing the side of her face.

"You wanna talk about it?" he asked, and her eyes snapped to meet his.

She shook her head and several quiet minutes passed. Sam knew this was one time her allergy for silence would pay off, so he waited. "I was in charge today. For the first time, I was in charge and a girl died. Right in front of me. I screwed up."

"You didn't screw up. You couldn't have done anything different. No matter what any of us did today, that girl was going to get shot," he told her. "Listen to me, you did nothing wrong."

Andy gave him a tight smile and he could see the emotion filling her eyes. He rolled onto his back, tugging her until she rested her head on his chest. "Just get some sleep okay," he said rubbing her back. "It's been a long day. You need to sleep."

She finally let her eyes drift close, knowing that even if nightmares came, Sam was here.

Several weeks later Andy and Gail were chosen to go undercover at a nightclub with a drug problem. They were tasked with figuring out who was dealing, and getting pictures and audio if they could. They'd spent two nights in the club without learning much - except that major drug dealer Russell Mackey was involved - and Frank was anxious to wrap the case. On top of it, Gail was fired by the bartender on night two.

Andy sat on Sam's desk eating a sandwich while he made sure their equipment was ready for the third night of undercover work. "You're sure the bartender didn't suspect anything last night?" he asked.

Andy laughed after she took a sip of soda. "She hated Gail from the start. She enjoyed firing her and I think she was so focused on that, she didn't notice anything else."

"Okay, good. You sure you're comfortable going back in without Peck?" he asked, putting down the electronics to look up at her.

"Yeah. Totally. I mean, you'll be outside." She looked down at her watch. "Okay, I gotta go change. Want the rest of my sandwich?" she asked, holding it in front of him.

He took it even though he wasn't hungry. It would beat whatever Jerry and Traci wanted to eat in the van tonight. He grabbed her wrist after she hopped off the desk. "Tonight, just keep doing what you've been doing, alright? Don't let Frank's anxiety about closing this rush you into anything."

She nodded as she was reminded once again how much he cared about her. He would never try to stop her from doing her job, even if it might be dangerous at times, but he would do everything to make sure she stayed safe. "I'll be careful, I promise. Just like I was taught."

After the club closed that night and only Tori and Andy were left cleaning up, Andy sensed something had gone on between Tori and Russell, and decided it might be the opening she needed. It was time for a little girl talk.

"Russell's a classic Scorpio. Extreme, intense, totally frustrating," Tori said as they sat, sipping on drinks.

"Yeah, and he's probably really sexy, right? And smart and funny, and you can't keep your hands off of him," Andy replied, smiling as she thought about Sam.

"Sounds like you know him."

"Mmhmm, I know the type." Andy knew she had to keep it real, draw from her own experiences, but it was hard to do when she knew Sam was listening to it all.

They continued talking and Andy started getting more information about what Tori knew of Russell's business activities until she started getting personal again. "Ya know, Russell's never even said he loves me," Tori said sadly.

"I'm sure he does," Andy replied.

"Why can't guys like that just come out and say the way they feel?" Tori wondered.

"I wish I knew." The words came out sincere, but Andy hated that Sam was hearing them. It was true, she wondered why Sam hadn't reciprocated her 'I love you' a couple weeks ago. But it didn't bother her and she'd never bring it up to him. She only hoped Sam would see it as her simply playing the part of a waitress making friends with a suspect's girlfriend.

Outside in the van, Sam tried to put on a strong face that he wasn't affected, but deep down he was ashamed he couldn't tell the woman he did in fact love that he loved her. His childhood had really screwed him up.

It was just about two weeks earlier when Andy woke up earlier than she needed to on her day off. Sam had slept over and wasn't as lucky to have the day off, so he was up and about to leave for work.

"It's too early," she groaned into her pillow.

Sam leaned down and pressed his lips to her temple. "Sorry I woke you, but I gotta go."

Andy rolled over and wrapped her hand around the back of his head to hold him close so she could kiss him properly.

"Gonna miss you as my partner today. With my luck I'll get stuck with Epstein," Sam complained.

"Hey, he adores you. Be nice to him," she said, playfully swatting his arm.

"Will I see you tonight?" he asked.

"You better. I'll make dinner, so come over after shift," she told him. Her eyes were starting to close again as sleep started to take over.

"I'll call when I'm leaving the station." He pulled the blankets up over her shoulder as she rolled onto her side.

"Mmhmm, have a good day. I love you." Her eyes shot open when she realized what she'd said.

Sam was already backing away from the bed and Andy saw the startled look on his face. He suddenly found it hard to breath and felt a tightness in his chest. "I'll, uh, I'll see you later." The words managed to stumble out of his mouth as he hurriedly exited her apartment.

Andy pushed her head further into her pillow. She hadn't been prepared to say it. She'd known she wanted to for a while, but not like this; she was waiting for the right time. But it was out now and she couldn't take the words back.

The undercover operation ended shortly after Andy and Tori's conversation, and it was a whirlwind once they got back to the station. They headed to Sam's after it was all over.

"Can we talk?" Sam asked, leading them to the couch.

Andy nervously sat next to him, knowing where this conversation was likely headed.

"I was listening today. I mean, I really heard what you were saying, and I'm sor- "

"No, no. I was just playing a part, Sam. It's okay," she interrupted, speaking quickly as she tried to brush the thoughts off. The last thing she wanted was him feeling bad about anything.

"And you did what you were taught, to keep it real." He raised his eyebrows when she opened her mouth and she quickly closed it again because he was right. "I was a completely closed book until I met you. And I still am in some ways, I know that. I hope my actions show you how I feel when I can't find the words."

"They do," she interjected softly.

"But I know words are important too." He looked away from her, eyes searching the room looking for answers he could only give himself. He didn't know how much he was prepared to talk about tonight. "My family was messed up, is messed up. It makes opening up tough."

Andy framed his face with her hands and pulled him close until she could press her lips against his. When she pulled back smiling, all he saw was love in her eyes, and his body began to relax. "My family wasn't perfect either. I get it. You know what else I know? How you feel about me. I have never questioned that."

It was the adoration in her eyes, instead of the pity he expected, that broke down some of his walls. "I love you, McNally, I do."

"I love you too, Sam Swarek." She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him in a tight hug. With her chin on his shoulder, she whispered into his ear. "And I know you're not ready, but when you are...I want to know about your family, to know all about you."

There were parts of Sam's past that haunted him and he didn't know how he'd ever tell her. But as he held her close, he had a feeling the faith she had in him would make him courageous enough one day to share those ghosts with her.

For now, he just wanted to share something simpler with her, like dinner. "What'dya say to pizza and beer tonight?"

"That sounds like my kinda night," she said, grinning back at him.

Her smile was infectious and he couldn't help but be happy when he was around her. "Well, you're my kinda girl."

The End.