Andy woke up the next morning feeling like she had been hit by a truck. She slowly got up and remembered where she was. Sam's. She would've never gotten out of there if it wasn't for him. She was stuck and he got her out. She would never be able to thank him enough.

She padded toward the en suite bathroom and took a look in the mirror. Her eyes were a new shade of purple and blue, while it was swollen and slightly closed. Her lip had a cut in it that had been bleeding but dried up throughout the night. It hurt to move, at the slightest it was gonna split open and start bleeding again. Her nose canted a little to the side. 'Possibly broken' she thought. Little spatters of blood still covered her face and was slightly imbedded into her hair. She had been so tired last night that she gave up on trying to get it all out. She wet a washcloth with some warm water and gently patted her face. Erasing last night off her face hoping that would work but she was still stuck with the memories. And the trauma that came with those memories.

She cleaned her face of the blood and heartbreak and thought it was good enough to face Sam this morning. She walked quietly down the stairs unaware if he was awake yet. She thanked all the gods that they had the day off today and tomorrow. Hopefully she could figure out a way to cover up the marks that Luke left with his bare hands.

She walked into the kitchen to see Sam making coffee with his back to her. He sensed she was behind him and turned around. He smiled and walked over to her. They stood in front of each other and just stared. Soon Andy started thinking about how amazing he was and how grateful she was. Her eyes pooled with tears. He saw this and just took her in his arms and held her while she shook. She wrapped her arms around him and grabbed handfuls of his shirt and squeezed as tight as she could as if any second he would be ripped away from her. That wasn't the case though. He would hold onto her as long as she wanted.

After a couple minutes she finally pulled back. She sniffled and wiped her face forgetting about her swollen eye.

"Ugh" She grabbed a fistful of her hair tightly and leaned the other hand on her knee. She bent down in pain.

Sam went to the freezer and grabbed an ice pack. He walked back to her and rubbed her back, getting her to stand up, he handed her the ice pack. She took it from him but just looked at him and shook her head with a frown.

"Is this really my life?"

"No." He said blatantly. "Don't let this define you Andy. It doesn't define what kind of person you are. It defines what kind of person he is." He said 'he' with disgust. Referencing him at all made him nauseous with anger.

They just stayed looking at each other when Sam's phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.

"Swarek" he answered. It was Frank.

"Swarek, do you think you could explain to me why I have Detective Callaghan in here trying to press charges of assault against you."

"That little- Frank he's talking out of his ass-"

"Get your ass down to the station Sammy." He hung up.

Sam slammed the phone on the table and turned to look at Andy.

She had a concerned look on her face. "Sam what the hell was that?"

"McNally. I gotta go to the station."

"Sam, what happened? Talk to me."

"I can't talk right now Andy" he grabbed his keys and went for the door. Andy put her shoes and coat on. "McNally what're you doing."

"Sam, I heard Frank on the phone. I heard your truck last night when you left. I'm not letting you go down for this."

"Andy you don't need to do this. If you come with me to the station everyone is gonna stare. Everyone is gonna know by Monday." He didn't want that for her. He knows people talk.

"I don't care, Sam! You're always there for me, for once can you let me- can you let someone be there for you. You don't need to be the hero all the time!" She grabbed his hands, pleading with him.

He smiled at her. This was the girl he missed for the past few months. The one with fire in her eyes and stone cold courage running through her veins.

He pulled her out the door and they got in the truck and made their way to the station.

They pulled into the parking lot. Andy sat there for a few seconds with her seatbelt still on, looking out the windshield. She turned her head to look at Sam to find him already looking at her.

"Andy, you can still change your mind. I can get myself out of this. I can make it out quietly."

She smiled, unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door. Same sighed and shook his head. This girl is gonna give him grey hair.

He followed her into the back door of the station. He had to jog a little to keep up, she was on a mission. She stormed into the bullpen and headed straight for Frank's office. She knocked on the door and Frank waved her in with wide eyes. Sam caught up and followed her in. Frank stood there and looked back and forth between the two of them.

"Let me make myself perfectly clear. If I had a choice, I wouldn't want anything to do with this But I don't so why don't you guys sit down and explain to me why I have a Detective filing charges and rookie that looks like she should be filing charges."

They sat in the chairs I front of his desk. "You alright McNally, you need anything?" Frank asked lightening his face.

"I'm fine sir."

"I'm sure you are." He shot back.

For the next hour Andy explain in detail the past few months of her life. She tried getting thought it without crying but she ended up having Sam move closer to her with his arm around her. He sat there and listened intently to all the details of the awful things she's gone through in the past couple of months. He had to restrain from going to kick Callaghan's ass again. He was gonna be there for her. He would never again not be there for her.

How could he not see it? He knew there was something going on with her out his damn ego got in the way and he convinced himself not to get involved in whatever was happening between McNally and Homicide. If he wasn't so stubborn he could've saved her from all this pain.

He tuned back in as Andy was finishing her statement.

"So finally, last night, I told him I had enough. I was on the ground and he uh- grabbed my face really hard and..." she paused and looked at Sam.

"He told me not to lie there all night. A little while after Sam showed up. My door was open and he helped me get my stuff out. I stayed with him last night." She put her hand down and fidgeted her hands. Sam grabbed her hands and began recounting his side of the story.

"I ran into Callaghan here last night after I left the Penny. I was getting my key and I walked by him and we started talking. He was pissed off considerably at me-"

"Why was he pissed at you?" Frank asked.

Sam took a deep breath and looked at Andy. "He uh- he kinda hinted to me that you bring me up in conversations a lot." He looked back at Frank. "He said that I come up in too many his daily conversations. I made a joke and he told me to go ask 'darling Andy' why he had such a problem with me." Sam ended there.

Andy eyes filled with tears. She felt guilty that Sam had gotten dragged into it.

Sam squeezed her hands. "I'm glad he said that. If he didn't I would've never come to see you. I wouldn't have known and he would've come back that night." He reassured her. She nodded her head.

Sam continued. "So after I left the station I thought about what he said so I went to her and Callaghan's house. Once I got her settled I left and went to the Penny and he was there. I snapped. I'm sorry Frank but that little-" Frank held up his hands and Sam stopped.

Frank sighed and stood up. "Okay, I'm gonna see what I can do about the charges he's bringing up at you Sammy but that means that I have to officially file this. McNally-" Andy looked up. "As a cop, you understand what happens when I file this. It officially opens a case and Callaghan is gonna be arrested. You're gonna have to testify- the whole nine."

Andy nodded her head. "If it keeps Sam out of trouble then I'll do whatever it takes."