AN: Here you go :) The next chapter will be up in a few days. I've just got a little bit of tweaking to do. Thanks for the reviews. You're great!

When they pulled up outside of Andy's house, they both got out of the truck and Andy waited by the sidewalk while Sam grabbed his toolbox. "I'm just lucky you happen to have those on you?" She asked when he was by her side and they started walking.

"I went to my sister's place a few nights ago to fix some stuff there," he shrugged. "I just never brought it back into my house."

"I didn't know you have a sister," she said and he shrugged again. Once they reached the final step outside of her door, she unlocked it and walked through. When she turned back, Sam was walking in, taking a look around the living room.

"Did you just move in?" He asked and Andy narrowed her eyes, looking around the room for herself. "There's no pictures, no real decorations. They're in storage?"

"This is it," she shrugged as he put the toolbox onto her coffee table and took off his sweatshirt. "Follow me," she told him.

As she walked through her living room and toward her bedroom, she started to remember that it was Sam following her and not just one of her friends. He had to walk through her bedroom to get to her bathroom and she just hoped she remembered to make the bed that morning. As they walked into her room, she heard him let out a low whistle and she rolled her eyes before turning her head to find him smiling at her. "This looks a little more lived in than your living room," he remarked and she nodded.

"Okay," she said, pushing the bathroom door open. "Here's where the problem started."

Sam looked around the small room, ignoring the sink, toilet, and shower, until she noticed his eyes land on the door that enters into the hallway. "Did you just want me to walk through your bedroom?" He asked with a smirk and she shoved him in the shoulder.

"The lock on that door is broken. It has been since I moved in," she explained and he nodded, pulling his long-sleeved shirt off to reveal a tight black undershirt. She swallowed and bit her top lip as he tossed it through the door onto her bedroom floor and used his foot to open the cabinet under the sink.

"Want to put that stuff somewhere so I have some space to work?" He asked and she nodded. In the tight space, they did an almost dance around each other until he had to put his hands on her shoulders and move around her himself. He shook his head with a smile and she laughed nervously.

She took everything out from under the sink quickly and dropped it into the shower. "Hopefully you don't need to work in there, or we might have an issue," she said and he nodded. She watched as he got down on the floor and situated himself so his head and arms were inside the cabinet. "Do you mind if I get out of here? I don't want to be in the way."

"No problem," he said and it was muffled from his position on the floor. "If I need you, I'll just yell."

"Thank you, Sam," she said, stepping over his legs.

While Sam was occupied underneath her sink, Andy got changed out of her jeans and blouse to put on some sweatpants and a tank top so she was ready for the promised slumber party with Leo whenever Traci dropped him off. She turned and looked back toward the bathroom and listened as Sam tinkered with whatever was underneath that sink. She found herself smiling at the sight of his legs and elbows and she rolled her eyes at herself. Her training officer was doing her a favor, that was it. So, she took a deep breath and left her room for the kitchen.

Traci had promised to feed Leo dinner before dropping him off, so she wanted to eat before he got there. But that most likely meant that she would have to eat while Sam was there, so she got a gallon of water from her pantry and poured some into a pot to let it boil. She didn't want to run any water while Sam was underneath her sink. When the water was bubbling, she put enough pasta into it for the two of them to eat. If he refused, she could always just eat it another time.

About fifteen minutes later, she heard a door open down the hall and peeked around the wall separating the kitchen and living room to see Sam coming out of the bathroom door that was supposed to be broken. "You know, your landlord probably could have fixed that for you," he told her when he caught her looking at him.

"My landlord is no help," she sighed and he nodded, walking toward her. She went back into the kitchen and he followed, propping himself onto her counter next to where she stood at the stove. "If he were any help, you wouldn't need to be here."

"I don't need to be here," he reminded her and she looked up at him with an eyebrow raised. "I don't mind being here," he finished and she noticed his voice had dropped and octave. She smiled and he returned it with a gentle kick to her leg.

"Since you're being such a gentleman and fixing all of my problems, I made you some food," she told him and his smile grew as he slid off the counter.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"You didn't have to do that," he reminded her and she smiled again. She poured the pasta into the strainer and he followed closely so he never left her side.

"I wanted to," she shrugged. The sauce that she had started on the stove was starting to bubble and she watched Sam take it off the burner and turn off the heat. "Thanks."

"You're the one doing me a favor now," he shrugged. "I just want to return it by not letting your house burn down."

"You really are a gentleman, huh?" She laughed, pouring the pasta into a large bowl.

"You know me well enough to know that I'm not," he said, stepping aside so she could work with the tomato sauce.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said quietly, stirring in some spices. "You've never done anything I didn't want you to."

She avoided looking at him, but heard him swallow hard. Him, next to her, in her kitchen was making her bold. Because what she said was true; he had never done something she didn't want him to. Even when she knew it was wrong, she liked when he kissed her in his truck, she liked when he flirted with her on patrol, she loved finding him looking at her in parade. And now, in the comfort of her own home, she was reciprocating everything. As he was standing really close to her, she could see his hand as it moved from his side to rest on the small of her back. She closed her eyes for a second before leaning into his touch- letting him know he still wasn't doing anything unwelcome.

"You're going to get me into trouble," he said, turning his body so that he was speaking into her ear. She nodded, because she knew it was one hundred percent plausible. Her hand stopped stirring and she rested the spoon against the side of the pot. She turned slowly to face him, her eyes remaining on the floor, and gripped his shoulder. She heard him sigh. It kind of sounded like it was stuck somewhere between relief and frustration, and she knew exactly how he felt. "Andy?"

"You don't really call me that anymore," she noted, looking up at him and he nodded as his hand ran up and down her back.

"So I can keep you in line with the rest of the rookies," he shrugged. "So I don't get too comfortable with you."

"Right," she nodded, looking down.

"Doing what you asked, Andy," he said and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"I know," she nodded. "I know," she said again, quietly. "We should eat."

She sighed at the loss of his hand on her back when he stepped away from her. She watched him sit down at the small table across the room and she got his plate ready before making up her own. When she put his plate down in front of him and sat down across from him, he smiled at her and she smiled back.

They ate in silence for a little while until Andy couldn't take it anymore. "You know, the day you got back you said that I should be proud of you for not kissing me that night in the bar," she said and he looked up from his plate slowly and wiped away at some sauce on the corner of his lip.

"Uh, yeah," he nodded. "I stand by that," he said with a smirk.

"I am," she smiled. "Maybe not proud, but definitely impressed. You're stronger than I am and I shouldn't hold that against you. I've been the one pushing you away since then and it's not fair for me to put that on you. I'm making the decision and I shouldn't be asking for your help and making you dinners and coming onto you when I was the one who said we can't be together right now."

"Technically, it's the division that says we can't be together, you're just doing what you do and following the rules," he said with a shrug. "And you didn't ask me to help today, Oliver did. I'm not going to lie, I didn't want to because I thought it would really suck being here with you. No offense."

"None taken," she laughed.

"It's not my job to help you fix your plumbing, but I'm glad I'm... here," he finished and then she watched his lips curl into a smile. "Otherwise, I'd be eating cold pizza out of the box."

Andy laughed, looking down at her plate and heard him chuckle. "Thank you, Sam. Really," she said and he nodded, smiling. "And I'll go back to being a lady and you can go back to calling me McNally and there will be no hard feelings, okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine," he nodded, twirling his fork through his pasta absentmindedly. "Is that what you want, though? Because I can wait two and a half months until you're cut loose before I do something stupid, like kiss you again, but I don't know if you can."

"So specific," she laughed and he shrugged. "It's what needs to happen."

"That's not what I asked."

"But that's the best I can give you," she shrugged and he nodded. "Like I said at the diner, we shouldn't put our lives on hold. You're a really good looking guy and you should use that to your advantage instead of waiting around for me. I'm not as special as you're starting to make me feel."

Just then, she heard the front door open and the patter of little feet. "Andy!" She looked up to see Leo running toward her, decked out in superhero pajamas and a matching backpack.

"Hi, Monster," she said as he ran into her arms. She looked up to see Traci and Jerry looking between her and Sam.

"Sammy, I thought that was your truck," Jerry said, looking down at his half empty plate. "What's going on here?"

Andy ran her hand down the back of Leo's head before letting go of him and standing up. "He came to fix my plumbing so Leo could come over and you two could go to your brother's house for dinner," she explained, shooting pleading eyes toward Traci. Traci got the hint and ran her hand down Jerry's back.

"Thank god for Swarek," she said, smiling first at Andy and then at Sam. He nodded with a tight smile and stood up.

"Yeah," he sighed, picking up his and Andy's plates. She took them from him hastily and dropped them in the sink. "I'm going to get my tools together. Tell your brother I say hi," he nodded toward Jerry.

"Of course, man," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets. "He'll be glad to hear you're back safe."

"Baby, why don't you go turn on the TV while we say goodbye to Andy?" Traci said, squatting down to get to Leo's eye level. He nodded and ran off, Sam following behind to get to the bathroom. "Thank you for watching him, Andy. Seriously, it's a huge help."

"Trace, without Leo, my Friday night would be spent alone on that couch," she laughed. "It's my pleasure."

"Okay," Traci smiled. "Dex will pick him up tomorrow morning, no later than 9. I'll be back tomorrow night while this one's getting drunk over a poker table," she said, putting her arm around Jerry.

"Yeah, definitely," Andy smiled. "You guys should go. Have some fun, adult time. Leo and I are going to have a blast. I promise."

"Listen to the lady, Traci," Jerry said, pulling her toward the front door. "Thanks, McNally. Bye, Sammy!" He yelled the last part and Traci waved over her shoulder as the door shut behind them.

Andy sighed and checked on Leo. "Hey, Buddy," she called out and he turned on his knees from his spot on her couch. "Want a milkshake?"

"Yeah!" He yelled back, smiling. She smiled back and he turned to face the TV again.

As she gathered the supplies in her kitchen she heard footsteps approaching and she turned to see Sam enter the kitchen, this time he had his long-sleeved shirt on again. He put his toolbox onto the table and leaned against the wall, looking at her. "Well, thanks again," she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter.

"Stop thanking me," he smiled and she nodded. She watched as he pushed himself off the wall and walked over to her. He rested his palms against the counter on either side of her body, creating a cage and she swallowed hard. He bent his knees slightly so he was looking in her eyes and she stopped herself from reaching for his hips. "Thanks for dinner," he said and she nodded, unable to talk. He took one of his hands from the counter and pushed her bangs out of her face.

"Sam," she sighed, standing up straighter. He followed suit, but remained close. "If you don't leave now, two and half months is going to feel like an eternity."

"It already does," he said and she nodded.

"I thought you said you could handle it," she reminded him and he smirked.

"Doesn't mean I want to."

"Leo's waiting," she said and he turned just his head to look into the living room.

"He seems pretty content with that sponge thing on the TV," he reported back, turning to look at her again. She nodded and her eyes wandered down his face to his lips. "Why would Peck think you were the one who told me about her and Diaz?" He asked, going back to the conversation they had earlier in their squad.

It took her by surprise, but she answered him this time he asked. "She's been thinking there's something going on between us since the morning we spent in that interrogation room," she admitted and he nodded, pushing himself away from her. She wanted to lean toward him or pull him back, but he was doing the right thing. "See, this is dangerous," she said with a sad smile, gesturing between them.

"I'll see you in a couple of days, McNally," he said and she nodded. She hated the use of her last name now that she knew why he did it, but if it helped put distance between them, then it couldn't hurt.

"Have fun on your date with Luke tomorrow," she told him and he laughed.

"Don't worry, there'll be chaperones," he smirked and she nodded.

"I'm sure Frank and Oliver would never let anything happen while under their supervision," she joked and he laughed. "Have a good night, Sam."

"You, too," he said, picking up his toolbox. They walked out to the living room together and she watched him leave.

"Was that your boyfriend?" Leo asked and Andy nearly choked on her surprise.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "That was a friend from work. My sink was broken in the bathroom and he fixed it so you'd have a place to brush your teeth tonight."

"Oh," he said, losing interest quickly. She sighed and turned back to the kitchen to finish the milkshakes she'd promised.

When she sat on the couch, she handed Leo his and took a long sip of her own. Leo settled into the arm of the couch, revealing a sweatshirt that he was sitting on. She put down her shake and pulled it gently from underneath him to see it was the one Sam had taken off before working in her bathroom. She kind of smiled at it, running her fingers over the soft material, and then rolled it into a ball and used it as a pillow.