Sam Swarek rolled over in his bed and even before he opened his eyes he was patting the pillow beside him only to find it empty. Then he remembered her leaving.

After they had their fill of ice cream they had snuggled on the couch. She slept for a while in his arms and soon he had followed her into a light sleep. He woke up when she rose, snatched her hand as she walked by him but then she bent down and kissed him lightly and smiled.

"I have to pee!" she said against his lips and he let her go. When she returned to the couch she was wearing her top again and he presumed her panties which disappointed him no end. He sat up and turned to face her. She was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. He scooted forward spread he legs so her knees nestled against his crotch, softly drew his hands up her thighs, beneath her skirt and kissed her neck where it met her shoulder.

Her hands found their way to the back of his head and he smiled against her when he realised she wasn't wearing her panties.

"Commando?"

She chuckled then pulled back from him and smiled. "I better go."

"No, no, no…you better stay." His fingers splayed across her ass, massaged her cheeks then in one swoop he picked her up off the table, leaned back on the couch and dropped her onto his lap. She squealed with the sudden movement and gripped his shoulders. "Yeah, you should definitely stay."

"Sam this is…I dunno, I dunno what this is, but…Ohhhhhh!" He pulled her hips down as he pushed his up. "We shouldn't…Mmmmm!" He lifted her top up and pushed her bra aside so he could rake his tongue across her nipple. Her hips were moving now of her own accord and he encouraged them with his fingers. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist but fell down over his knees and the soft material made the hairs on his leg tingle as it moved.

He moved his hand from her hips to her waist then drew them up her sides along with her arms and took her top off again.

"Oh, look what's happened…" he muttered unapologetically as he buried his face between her breasts. Then he let his hands roam over her back to the clasp of her bra, opened it and pulled it off. "Oh no! What a flimsy clasp you have there."

"Yeah I better get that looked at huh!"

Sam smiled up at her as his hands came around to her breasts. In the garden he had left her bra on, he was more concentrating on keeping his shit together and he thought if he let her breasts loose he wouldn't have lasted 3 seconds. But this time, this time he was ready for her. He knead one breast with his hand while working the other with his mouth, then switched it up. He grabbed her face between his hands and kissed her roughly. Thrust his tongue past her lips and stroked the inside of her mouth in a soft motion that he started to make with his hips. Her hands trailed down his chest, over his stomach, made him suck in a breath then travelled further south and pulled on his boxers.

She knelt either side of his legs, lifted herself off him while he shimmied out of his boxers then he tried to pulled her back down onto his erection his she resisted. He looked up to her face but she was smiling. She leaned down, captured his lips in a slow soft warm kiss then slowly lowered her self onto him. He signed into her mouth and almost lost it when she kneeled up off him then slowly lowered herself again.

She set the pace and the pace she chose was slow, incredibly, tantalisingly slow. His hands were against her back, his face was against her chest and he just let her ride him in whatever way she wanted. Besides, he chuckled, he was powerless against her.

When she started to speed up, his hands came to her hips to help her keep rhythm. He looked up to her face. She was biting her lip, her eyes were half closed, and she was moaning in short pants that matched the tempo of her hips. He trailed his fingers around her waist to the front of her pubic bone, then slid two of them through the hair to stroke the pulsating nub that sent white hot flashes of desire through her.

He needed to see her face when she came, needed to see the intensity of her pleasure and was going to do his utmost to make it as good as he could.

"Oh Sam…" she moaned his name, gripped his shoulders tighter and pumped faster, harder onto him. He tried to keep up with her, tried to match her rhythm but she was doing something with her hips, her ass, her inner muscles and it felt incredible. And he knew he had lost control of this ride so he relinquished it all to her. He stopped holding back.

Once he let go there was nothing that could stop the torrent of pleasure that coursed through him, He tried as best he could to carry her over the edge with him, and by the look on her face it was working. When she finally came she moaned aloud in a guttural sound that turned her limbs to jelly. She fell forward against him and he wrapped his arms around her back to hold her against him, loving the sensation of her breasts against his chest, as she breathed in and out heavily. He turned his head to kiss her neck and she purred, making him laugh.

"Was this a date?" Her voice was muffled by his shoulder and he moved his head to look at her.

"A date?"

"Yeah…what is this?" She leaned back, balanced herself with her hands on his shoulders and looked at him with a shy smile which was in total contrast to her state of dress.

"Settling a bet?" he said with a crooked smile.

"Sam!" She swatted his arm.

"Yeah, yeah, it was a date. Did you enjoy it? Will there be a second? Do you always sleep with a guy on the first date?"

"Shut up Sam!"

He sat up to hug her close and kissed her cheek.

"It was supposed to be a date. I didn't mean for all this to happen…but I'm glad it did."

"Me too."

"Good."

She kissed him tenderly then leaned back and shimmied off his lap. He fixed his boxers as she dressed again.

"So I better go, it's getting late."

"Or you should maybe stay, it's getting late." He took her hand in his and stood up with her.

"No, I think I've done enough damage to my reputation for one date," she said as she walked towards the front door. "I have to have some mystery for the 2nd." She looked up at him with a smile, expecting him to be smiling back. But he wasn't. He was watching her with a frown on his face. "What?"

"I had a great time tonight." He said as he pulled her into a tight hug.

"Me too."

"Want to grab lunch tomorrow?" he released her from his arms.

"I'd love to." She opened the door and stepped out.

"Let me give you a ride home."

"No, Sam. Really, I'd like to walk."

He let her walk out the door but as she started to go down the stairs on his stoop he stepped towards her and grabbed her hand to turn her round.

"Hey, Andy, I just wanted to say…"

"Say what?"

"That no matter what you hear, no matter what you are told about me in the next few weeks…I need you to know that tonight, that this, what happened here was real."

"What?" She came back up the steps to stand next to him and he grasped her other hand.

"I just wanted to tell you that, I've been thinking about you, thinking about asking you over for dinner, thinking about kissing you, touching you all of this…I've been thinking about it pretty much nonstop for… god…for ever!" He interlocked their fingers on one hand, and lifted the other one up to stroke her face. "And I just wanted you to know that."

Sam frowned at the memory. He hadn't meant to say any of that but he couldn't let her walk out without giving her some warning of what was about to happen. He rolled over on his bed and sat up. He rubbed his hand over his face as he thought about the look in her eyes at his words. Shock followed by delight then she smiled and kissed him. It was the first time he had been kissed by a woman on his door step while he wore only his boxers. Sam laughed at the image then got up and showered. He dressed quickly and checked his watch. Eleven fifteen.

Any minute now it would start. His heart was fluttering in his chest and not just because he was in that same spot from the night before with Andy. He had cleaned the dishes, picked up the mess from dinner and found the panties she had chosen not to wear. He put them into the washing machine. And now there was nothing left to do but wait.

He didn't have long to wait. The knock on his door was loud and insistent. He took a breath, stood up and answered it. Luke Callaghan was flanked by two patrol officers and had a warrant.

"Sam Swarek."

"Yeah…" Immediately his guard went up. Even though he was expecting this, even though he knew exactly what was going to happen in the next few hours he was still annoyed by the accusations he was about to face.

"Here is a warrant to search your apartment. Please step aside."

Luke handed him the warrant and walked in, forcing Sam to step back. The two patrol officers started to look through his things, rifle through books and newspapers. Through all this hustle his cell phone rang. He didn't need to look to know who was calling him. He wanted to reach for it. He could see it on the coffee table in the living room near where he had just been sitting.

"Leave it." Luke saw him watching the phone and knew the thoughts that were running rampant through his head.

Soon the cell phone stopped ringing and moments later his land line came to life.

"Popular guy," Luke commented as he saw Sam looking at the handset on the table by the door.

"That's what happens. You show a girl a good time and the next day she won't stop calling." Sam chose his words carefully. He knew what they would mean to Luke and he took relish in the look of anger that passed over his features. It seemed that Luke too, knew who was calling him.

Sam turned his attention to the two patrol cops who were busy themselves still ransacking his apartment. Once they were finished in the living room and kitchen he heard them work over his bedroom. Open drawers, search through his wardrobe, in and under furniture until finally they found what they were looking for. Packed in an envelope, beneath the bottom drawer of the dresser in his room. They brought it down to Luke who was standing in the living room with Sam. He opened the envelope and peered inside. He looked at Sam with a self-satisfied grin then reached into it and pulled out a wad of cash and a slip of paper.

"Don't trust banks Swarek?" He asked as he unfolded the paper to read what was written there. It was a list of submissions for the 15 division evidence locker.

"No, never did."

"Tracking evidence?"

"Just being thorough."

Luke stared at him for a moment then reached behind his back to grab his cuffs.

"Sam Swarek you are under arrest. Turn around and put your hands behind your head."

Slowly Sam turned with his fingers interlocked behind his head. Luke grabbed one arm and pulled it down to cuff it, then pulled the other one and cuffed that too. He snapped the cuffs on tightly, then patted Sam down to check for weapons.

"Whoa, no need to make them cuffs so tight there brother!"

"You have the right to remain silent…Anything you do say can and may be used against you in a court of law." Luke pushed Sam forward and guided him out to the car as he spoke. "You have the right to an attorney before and during questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?"

Sam couldn't help but think that Luke was enjoying this more than a little as he had his head pushed down to get him into the car. His heart was pumping fast in his chest, he could feel it in his throat and he had the beginning of a headache forming. Luke slammed the door then spoke with the 2 patrol officers. Sam watched as he instructed them to stay at the house then climbed into the driver's seat and drove off with Sam cuffed in the back.

"How are you doing back there Swarek?"

"Cuffs are on a little tight."

"Had to make it look real." Sam saw his eyes in the mirror and another bubble of annoyance rose up. "You did a great job hiding the envelope."

"Yeah, thanks for trashing my place."

"Just conducting a thorough search. You know how it is."

"Yeah…I know how it is."

"You ready for this Swarek?" Luke pulled to a stop at a red light around the corner from the 15 division. They locked eyes through the rear view mirror. Sam nodded. His head ache was fully blown now. His arms were aching, his palms were sweaty. It wasn't the first time he was in cuffs in the back of a police car, but it was the first time he cared.

Luke parked in the tunnel outside of booking. He stepped out of the car then helped Sam out of the back. Luke gripped his arm and guided him to the door and pushed him through. Both of them looked like thunder. Traci who was working in booking looked up and smiled.

"Ahhh Swarek! Drunk and disorderly? Indecent exposure?" She said laughing but it died on her lips when she noticed the looks on both of their faces.

Luke pushed Sam up to the desk, a little harder than was necessary. "Admitting Officer Sam Swarek."

"On what charge?"

"Evidence tampering and fraud."

Traci couldn't help but let her jaw drop in shock. "No, there has to be some mistake…Sam?"

Sam kept a stony expression on his face and stared straight ahead at a single point on the wall behind her.

"Traci…can you please process the booking?

"Eh…yeah, yeah sure." She fumbled around for the right forms as Luke cuffed Sam to the wall.

Luke nodded at Sam then walked out of the room leaving him alone with Traci.

"Sam? What's going on?"

"I'd like to speak to my lawyer please."

Traci sat next to him with the clipboard on her lap. She was afraid to fill it out. If she filled it out, it would mean that this was really happening. And she was definitely not ready for this to be happening.

"Sam! Talk to me."

"I'd like to speak to my lawyer please."

She stared at him for a moment but he didn't change his expression. He refused to talk to her and after a few more attempts trying she gave up. She uncuffed him from the wall, guided him to a cell then uncuffed him completely and closed the cell door behind him. Usually when stoic suspects were uncuffed and the cell doors locked they magically opened up. They came to the bars, pleaded their innocence, asked for understanding or gave up names of actual criminals. But not Sam. Sam crossed the small cell and sat down. He planted his feet firmly on the ground and sat up ram rod straight.

Andy woke up and couldn't stop the smile from spreading over her lips. She lay back and thought of the night before. She could almost feel his hands all over her body and she shivered in delight. After a lengthy and detailed daydream, she got up and showered then dressed and went to find her phone. Lunch plans were vague when she left them with Sam so she was hoping he would have texted or called and they could make solid plans.

Maybe she would invite him over this time. Cook for him this time and not worry so much about her lack of cooking skills and just instead think about what they could get up to in her shower. She searched her jacket and her bag for her phone but it was nowhere to be seen. She checked the coffee table by the door, the dresser by the bed the kitchen counter even the bathroom but still she couldn't find it.

She picked up her landline and dialled her cell number but it went straight to voice mail. She had walked home so she hadn't left it in a cab. She dialled Sam's cell number but that too went straight to voicemail. She tried his land line and after a few rings his answering machine clicked on.

"Dammit." She checked her watch and saw it was just gone twelve. The universal lunch time she thought with a smile. She went to the window to see if he was outside but her street was strangely free of all traffic.

Andy fell back on her couch and turned on the TV. She toyed with the idea of going to his apartment. Surprising him with a picnic lunch but shook that idea out of her head. Instead she tried to busy herself with the TV.

But it was no use. Her thoughts were filled with Sam Swarek. And with every passing moment that he didn't call, she got a little bit more annoyed. When her landline rang close to two o'clock she all but leapt across the room to grab it.

"Hello?"

"Andy!" It was Traci. "Where the hell have you been!? I've been ringing your cell for-"

"I lost it. I dunno where it is!"

"Andy you need to get down to the division right now."

"Why? What's happening?"

"Just get down here. Come in through the front. Come find me!"

Traci hung up and a sudden wash of terror coursed through her body. She dialled both of Sam's numbers again but still there was no answer. Her blood felt like lead.

She grabbed her jacket and keys and raced out of her apartment.

Andy found Traci pacing the locker room. She grabbed her friends arm and Traci enveloped her in a tight hug.

"Traci, what's happening? You're scaring me."

"It's Sam…"

"Oh god!" her hands flew up to her mouth and her eyes sprang up tears.

"He's been arrested."

"What?!"

"Luke brought him in about half an hour ago. He is in lock up."

"What? What the hell is happening?" Andy started to pace. "What has he been charged with?"

"Evidence tampering and fraud."

"That's ridiculous!" She pushed past Traci and stormed towards the office Luke was sitting in. She didn't knock and instead pushed the door open, opened her mouth to speak but was beaten to it by Oliver. On the other side of the room, as if mimicking her Oliver had pushed the other door open without knocking and started speaking a millisecond before she could.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Oliver roared garnering the attention of more than half the cops in the bullpen. "Sam Swarek is my brother, and you have him locked up like a criminal? Evidence Tampering? Fraud?! Are you mad?!"

Luke who was prepared for this tirade from Andy was not ready for the double assault from both her and Oliver. He looked between them both. Speechless for a moment. They had joined forces in the centre of the room giving him a single target to focus on.

"This investigation has been going on for a number of months."

"Months!?"

"The details of this investigation are closed. Please direct all enquiries to your union rep."

"God dammit Luke, why are you doing this?" Andy asked as she took a step closer to him and crossed her arms across his chest. "Is this personal? Is that why you are doing this?"

"Don't flatter yourself McNally," Luke said with a sneer as he stood up, and gathered some files together. "Not everything that happens in this division revolves around you." He went to move past them both but neither of them budged. "Excuse me." The room fell into a stale mate then Oliver stepped back and pulled Andy with him. They both watched Luke walk out of the room towards the interrogation rooms.

"What the hell is going on here Oliver?"

"I don't know, I just heard."

"It can't be true…it can't be."

"I'm going to go talk to Frank."

Frank was in his office all morning. He had been here since before the raid on Sam's place and would be here long after Sam had left. He was ready to field questions an anger from all his officers at the division. Oliver and Andy walked in without knocking and stood in front of his desk. "Frank?" it was all Oliver said but it was all he needed to say.

"I know. I'm as shocked as you are. Union reps were in this morning. IA have been working with Callaghan on this for months."

"Sam is the best cop in this division. He is honest, more honest than anyone, myself included! And now you have him locked up for evidence tampering?" Oliver was raging.

"And fraud!" Andy added.

"Look, I know! But we have to follow the law here. The investigation is still active. Officer Swarek-"

"Sam…his name is Sam!" Oliver said and he slammed his hand down on the table. "He's been working in this division for nearly ten years, you know he is more loyal than-"

"I know all this Oliver. But I can't block an investigation because he is my friend!"

Franks words were enough to stifle Oliver's anger. Andy sat into one of the chairs. It felt like her whole world was falling apart.

"Can I see him?" she asked. Oliver rested a hand on her shoulder.

Frank shook his head. "I'm afraid not. He will be interrogated then sent to lock up. If he can post bail he will be released but suspended from 15."

"If he can post bail?"

"Sent to lock up?"

Both Andy and Oliver spoke at the same time and Frank held up his hands before another tirade of anger hit him.

"All precautions will be taken to expedite this as quickly as possible." Frank came around to the front of his desk. "I want to look after him as much as you."

Andy looked away. She rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands then stood up from the chair. "This is not happening!" she said aloud. "This just cannot be happening."

She let her eyes adjust to the light again then looked around at the bullpen as if she expected to see him sitting at his desk watching her with a smile as if she had fallen for some ruse of his.

Then as if her thoughts could conjure him up out of thin air she saw him. But instead of sitting at his desk and smiling he was cuffed and being escorted to the interrogations room.

"Sam!" She called out. She went to rush out to him but Oliver caught her arm. She had made it to the door and called out to him again. "Sam!"

He looked up. Caught her eye but just as quickly looked away and let the patrol officer holding his arm take him into interrogation room 2.

"I'm going down there." She tried to shake Oliver's arm off hers but he gripped her tighter.

"McNally, no!"

"You can't get involved McNally. This is an external investigation."

"What? Luke is in there interrogating him. How is that external?"

"Leave it McNally."

"C'mon Andy," Oliver spoke softly with her and guided her away from Franks office and the interrogations rooms to the coffee room at the back of the precinct. They waited for the kettle to boil in silence but before it clicked, Oliver stepped away from the counter and took her hands in his.

"Andy, it's going to be alright. You have to believe that."

"I do! No way would Sam do any of these things."

"Good. Keep thinking like that." Oliver squeezed her hands. "C'mon, let's go get some smoothies."

Luke moved the cuffs from Sam's back to a metal loop on the underside of the table. They had discussed this interrogation while in prep yesterday. Sam had his script learned off and he knew Luke was going to bringing the full force of his interrogation techniques. This was all for show. To create interrogation tapes, get Sam into the right frame of mind, get him excluded from the other officers at 15 and more so in case anyone was in the control room of the interrogation room.

The interrogation lasted almost three hours. Sam kept repeating his request for a lawyer. The Union Rep sat next to him and advised him to say nothing. He answered small questions about his whereabouts on certain dates.

Towards the end they were joined by Frank. The mood in the room, despite the ruse was sombre.

"I spoke with Judge Reardon. You need to let him go Callaghan. You don't have enough evidence."

"What?" Luke stood up and kicked the chair back. "The arrest was clean. I found evidence at his apartment."

"Circumstantial."

"Are you crazy?" Luke laughed manically. "A wad of cash and a list of newly submitted evidence which has clearly been marked for sale. How is that circumstantial?"

"Officer…uncuff him." The patrol officer standing behind him practically jumped to let Sam out of his cuffs. "Officer Swarek, you are suspended from duty. Speak to your Union Rep for further info."

Sam stood up and rubbed his wrists where the cuffs had been pressing against his skin. He looked at Luke with a self-satisfied grin.

"Escort him out officer." Best couldn't look him in the eye as he left.

Sam walked out with the patrol officer behind him. He tried to make the pace faster but didn't want to look like he was running away. They skirted the bullpen and much to his relief Andy was nowhere to be seen. At the front desk he was signed out and his belongings were returned to him. He put his wallet back into his pocket but he had no other belongings as he was prepared for the arrest. The shoes he was wearing had no laces, he didn't wear a belt. He thanked the officer who escorted him out, silently thanked frank for asking one of the other shift officers who didn't know him then stepped out into the sunlight.

He didn't have a car with him so he hailed a cab and went home. When he unlocked the door and stepped in he was shocked to see Andy kneeling in his living room picking up contents from his upturned book shelf.

He slammed the door shut to get her attention. "Andy…what the hell are you doing here?"

"Oh I was just cleaning up!" She stood and approached him. "I didn't want you to have to come back to this."

"Andy you have to get out of here."

"Sam!" she reached out to him and tried to hug him but he caught her wrists and held her at bay.

"Andy, leave. Get out of here." He pushed her back and released her wrists.

"No Sam! I won't. Tell me what's going on." She grabbed his arm but he brushed her off and went into his living room.

"Jesus Andy…just get out of here, before…" He looked over his shoulder at her.

"Before what?"

"Before it's too late." He looked away from her and started picking up the books himself.

"Too late?" She walked over to him and tugged on his arm. "Too late for what? Jesus Sam, just talk to me!"

He looked up at her face. She was worried. So incredibly worried. He wanted to stand up and hug her close, kiss her and tell her everything was going to be ok. But he couldn't. He had to stick to the plan. Even the one part of that plan that was killing him. The one part that made him hesitate when it was offered to him.

"Get away from me Andy." He stood up slowly and turned to face her. "I'm no good for you." And at that very moment he believed his own words. "You deserve better than I could ever provide you. So just leave…please." Every word he spoke was like poison. The look in her eyes was killing him but he remained indifferent on the outside.

Andy looked at his face. Saw his eyes brimming with fury. His face was expressionless but when he uttered that last word. "…please." she heard only pain. She took a step back.

It was all he could do to resist reaching out to her.

"Goodbye Sam."

Tears fell from both of her eyes as she backed away from him. She lingered at the door and willed him to call her back but all he did was watch her leave.

Every sinew in his body was aching for her touch. He spent all his energy keeping his body still and when she finally closed the door behind him he let his down his guard. He shuffled through the flat to the bedroom and fell onto the bed. He didn't care it was only early in the evening. He didn't care that he had so much more prep to start to get this mission rolling all her cared about right at this moment was blocking out the last ten minutes he has spent with Andy.

His head pounded, his body ached and his mind raced. But almost as soon as his head hit the pillow he was asleep

A/N: Just an FYI...There most likely wont be an update tomorrow. (If there is it will be a small one!) but I'll be back on sunday! Just letting you guys know so you dont panic and think I abandoned the fic :)