A/N: Holy moly! I did not expect the amount of people that favourited and commented on the first chapter of Treachery! Thank you! I will let you in on a secret: I'd written that chapter months and months ago and loved it so much but had no idea where to go with it. About 2 weeks ago I had an idea and the rest of the story was born. I'm so glad that I was able to finally share it with you and not let it languish in my "unfinished" folder on my computer. I just hope I can meet your expectations!

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Three months have passed since Andy last saw Sam. Three months since he'd manhandled her in the foyer of the shit undercover apartment that she shared with Nick and now he's before her, standing in a truck bay. She doesn't know how to read his reaction, it seems understated. She isn't sure what she should've expected; a part of her wants him to throw his arms around her, wants to be able to bury her face into his shoulder and smell his familiar scent again. But Sam Swarek is always the consummate professional and he would never jeopardize that; and so she is left hoping for a second alone with him so she doesn't have to interpret every word and every look shot her way.

She doesn't fully realize how much she misses him until he is inches away from her. There's an ache in her heart as she watches him organize the officers from 15 Division and the Drug Squad. It's strange to see him out of uniform and she guesses that he must've made detective and wonders how long he's been in the position for; wonders if that is the reason why he hadn't contacted her.

He quickly sends her and Nick back to the station, hitching a ride with a new 15 Division officer. The ride over is silent and Andy suspects that Nick is likewise reflecting on the past few months and the rash decisions they made when they agreed to take on the job. She wonders briefly how much life has changed for her friends in the last six months and if it's even possible for things to go back to normal. When the squad car enters the sally port garage, her heart instantly leaps into her throat. The familiarity of the space sends a shiver through her body. Out of the corner of her eye she sees Nick watching her as though he expects her to say something.

They're left to wonder the station as they wait for Blackstone to arrive; there are many old friends who herald their return. It's difficult for Andy as she tries to gather her thoughts. She's happy to see her friends, but at the same time she needs to talk to Sam, needs to find a way to express how much she's missed him. She's grateful when Traci senses her distraction and sends her to the kitchen, her heart beats excitedly as she rounds the corner. She thinks she's figured out the words.

As promised, Sam is in the kitchen, but he's not alone. What she sees before her, standing in front of the coffee machine, turns her stomach. He's kissing Marlo Cruz, the officer that had brought her and Nick back to the station. He's touching her at the waist and pulling her closer; it's like an accident on the highway and Andy can not look away. She is equal parts embarrassed and horrified. She'd thought all along that she'd meant something to this man, and to be confronted so blatantly… Her cheeks redden.

There's a moment when Sam turns and sees her and she thinks for a brief second that she'll wake up from some cruel nightmare. Instead, she hears Blackstone's voice and it all becomes very real.

…

Oliver is right, she never gives up, but even she can figure when she's been beaten. She'd started the day believing that she had a chance, that she could win back Sam Swarek. Her conversation with him in his truck the other day had led her to believe that there was still hope, that maybe she could bring things back to the way they were. That maybe it was just a matter of time and a mistake on his behalf.

All of her plans, however come crashing down around her when she sees Sam walking Marlo to her car. It hits her then: he cares about this woman. It breaks her heart, but she realizes that trying to win him back is probably a fruitless endeavour.

…

Andy's on her second coffee and her shift hasn't even begun. Her night had been sleepless as she spent most of it tossing and turning wondering if she'd made the right decision in leaving for the UC job. She's mentally gone over every word, every look, every moment between her and Sam seeking out answers. In a panic, somewhere around two in the morning, she'd called Nick. In good humour despite hour, he'd reassured her and reminded her that she and Sam had been separated for a long time, that they'd never gotten their issues resolved, that it's not like he came looking for her, nor did she go back to Toronto to see him. Besides wasn't she most critical about how Sam was so closed off?

She'd wanted to tell him about the secret meet ups, about how Sam had tracked her down through his connections in Drug Squad and how she'd hung around every weekend because she thought he'd signal for her. But thought the better of it. Instead, she'd reluctantly agreed with his assessment and wished him a good night, no better off than when she'd first called him.

Andy squints in the brightness of the hallway at 15. She wonders if it's aways been that bright or if the building custodians made them brighter on purpose to torture her. She takes a sip from her coffee and relishes in the smooth taste as it travels down her throat.

Yelling from the bullpen catches her attention. There are a few officers standing around pretending to be busy, trying to listen in. Curiosity gets the better of her, and with coffee in hand she pushes through the cluster of officers and detours to Traci's desk.

"What's going on?" she asks, motioning toward Frank's office. "What are they fighting about?" Sam's hands are gesturing wildly and she can only make out a few words, nothing that abates her interest.

One thing is very certain: Sam is furious.

"They've been going at it for about 10 minutes," Traci says, putting a file into a nearby cabinet. "It sounds like some case that Frank wants Swarek on, but I can't make heads or tails of it." Andy knows Sam can be passionate when it comes to certain cases, but she can't recall a time where he'd looked so angry with Frank.

"You'd think it'd be easier to hear yelling from an office with a glass wall," Andy reflects with a smirk.

Traci laughs. "Maybe it's soundproof glass?"

Andy chuckles and continues to watch as Sam pulls the door open in a huff, his voice carrying throughout the bullpen. "You've fucked me over, Frank. I'm telling you, you need to end this." He storms down from the mezzanine where Frank's office sits, oblivious to the officers who have been watching the argument unfold.

"You'd better get to parade," Traci says warningly. "I have a feeling Frank is not going to be in the mood for anyone that's late."

...To be continued...

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