Hey guys :) First of all I would just like to say thank you for your reviews. At the start I was leaning towards option 2 but after reading what you all wrote I have decided to go with option 1. However, this fic wont be a stereotypical fluffy one where they say sorry and just make up instantly, they will have to fight for each other. I think option 1 will be more true to their characters and I hope you like it.

And a shout out to everyone out there who is reading from New Zealand, Love you guys!

Enjoy:)


They were partnered together that week since she had to ride with a t.o for a couple of weeks after being back on the streets. Awkward silences consumed them as the drove in the cruiser, only talking when it was necessary and only ever about a job.

It was eating him up inside. He couldn't handle the tense air surrounding them, hanging heavy with anger and regret, seeping into the cracks that 10 months without her had created. Glancing over to look at her he no longer saw the rookie she once used to be. Instead, in her place was a woman just as, if not more, beautiful than before except that now she carried herself with more confidence and purpose. She sat with her shoulders back, her mouth in a straight line and determination on her face. If she had been affected by his harsh words she was doing a good job at hiding it.

Another thing he had noticed was her smile, or more correctly the lack of one. He hadn't seen her smile this whole last week and he hated that this was because of him. He missed her smile desperately. Thinking back to her return he remembered the huge grin she had had on her face walking into the locker rooms, before he unleashed his anger on her. Her laugh, another thing he was having a hard time living without.

Not being able to take the silence anymore he decided to say something, maybe apologize for the way he had acted.

"Andy" He said, his voice betraying him when it wavered slightly

She sat still, looking straight ahead at the car infront of them

"Andy" he tried again. She still failed to turn and face him. His heart literally ached when he saw that she couldn't even look at him.

"We need to talk" His voice was low and quiet, like maybe if she didn't hear him then she couldn't reject him. Then she couldn't tell him how he no right to say those things. She wouldn't be able to break his heart again, the crack that had formed when she left growing slightly bigger.

Even though she wouldn't look at him, she did respond. "Ok fine then, except this time I talk and you listen" her voice had a sharp edge to it, a cross between hurt and anger.

"You break up with me in a parking lot. You ignore me for six weeks, like I, we, meant nothing to you. Then while I'm holding a grenade you declare your love for me and then cover it up with some stupid joke afterward. Then I come back after 10 months of thinking of nothing but you, finally ready to give us another shot, thinking you would be happy have me back at the least, since the last time we saw each other you told me you loved me, that you would fight for me. Instead you hurl insult after insult at me. You knew the things that would hurt me the most and yet you used them to your advantage. I trusted you. I loved you Sam" Her next words came out as a whisper "I still love you"

Now everything was out in the open, but that didn't mean he wasn't still confused

"So where does that leave us?" he asked trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. He wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to hear the answer

"Thats something you need to figure out cause I'm sick and tired of waiting for you to make up your mind"

So he did the only thing he could think of at that point in time. He pulled the car over to a curb and turned to face her

"Sam what are you doing we don't have..." He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and warm and he had missed they way they had felt against his. Although he was having trouble saying the right words he hoped that this kiss would convey everything he was trying but failing to say. A promise that he would fight for her. That there was no way in hell he was giving her up, letting her go. She was stiff against his touch so he brought his hand up to her check,caressing it with his thumb and deepened the kiss. He wasn't quite sure wether it was a figment of his imagination but he was ninety five percent sure he heard her let out a muffled sob when his hand met her face. He finally felt her giving in to him just before she abruptly pulled away, breaking the moment he found himself getting lost in.

"Sam... We can't, you cant just" she gestured between them "and expect it to fix everything. Just like that one measly 'I love you' wasn't enough to fix things before"the words came out a hushed whisper and she regretted them the moment they left her lips

"I just thought..."

"No. That's the thing, you never think. I can't read your god damn mind Sam!" She seemed a little bit pissed now "You need to tell me what you are thinking or else this isn't gonna work. In fact i'm not sure if it will ever work. We're just do different, we want, need, different things"

He was still right up in her personal space and those words stung like a slap across the face. Staring into her eyes he caught a glimpse of what looked like regret before she looked down at her hands and pulled back.

So where did that leave them?


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