AN: I know Andy was a total witch with a b last chapter! And I know the last chapter was really short! SO here's another chapter to help make things better!

Chapter 7

"Do you think that maybe you were a bit too hard on the guy?" Chloe asked as she and Andy sat in a diner getting lunch a few days later.

"Maybe," Andy shrugged, "But who walks out after that?" she asked, "He's just so-"

"So confused," Chloe finished, "He obviously felt pretty strongly about you if he finally told you he loves you-"

"When I could have been blown to pieces at any moment," Andy finished harshly, poking at her fries with her fork.

"When he realized that he might not have the chance to tell you," Chloe corrected, "Sometimes people just need a push in the right direction. And that was what he needed to tell you. Some people just aren't comfortable with feeling like that."

"What are you, a therapist?" Andy asked.

"No," Chloe said, "I'm observant. You know, Frank is my godfather right?"

"Mhm," Andy replied, taking a sip of her iced tea.

"Well he told me about what happened with Detective Barber," Chloe said with a frown, "And that Swarek and Barber were close friends, right?"

"Mhm," Andy replied again.

"Things like that can totally change someone's life, Andy," Chloe said, "And Swarek was pretty introverted before that all happened."

"So what are you saying?" Andy asked, taking a bite of her burger.

"You should apologize to him," Chloe said simply.

Andy chewed thoughtfully and then heaved a sigh. "Yeah maybe. Do you think it's my fault?"

Chloe shrugged. "Well you definitely didn't help the situation."

"Okay. I'll talk to him after shift," Andy said.

"Talk. Don't yell," Chloe said with a wink.

Andy rolled her eyes. "Come on. Let's get back to work. You done?"

"Yeah," Chloe said, getting to her feet and putting thirty dollars on the table. Andy got to her feet and together they walked out to the cruiser.

Several hours later, Andy walked into the police station with Chloe behind her and fresh stitches.

"Thanks for getting my Price," Andy said stiffly.

"Yeah, no problem," Chloe said, "We're just glad you're okay."

Andy started to walk towards the women's' locker room when she was stopped by somebody calling her name. "McNally!"

She turned and saw Frank standing outside of his office. "Can I have a quick word?" he asked.

Andy sucked in a deep breath and walked towards his office. He held the door open for her and she walked inside. He sat in his chair and Andy sat across from him. "What is it?" Andy asked.

"How are you doing?" he asked her.

"I'm okay," Andy said, "I'm fine."

Frank rest his elbows on his desk and clasped his hands together. "Andy, I want you to tell me what happened," he said, "Honestly."

"Okay," Andy said, "Starting when?"

"When the incident began," Frank said.

"Okay. Officer Price and I were on patrol and a grey Ford Escape past us. We decided to follow it. We called it in to dispatch and Price started to run the license plate. We noticed that the driver was quite erratic, with both speed and steering and when we got back the license number, we knew why. The vehicle belonged to Ralph Donahue, aged 42. He was just released from a short time in prison due to his addiction to alcohol. Dispatch then informed us that Mr. Donahue had taken his 4 year old daughter from his ex-wife's home without permission and that the daughter was in the car as well." Andy said, "As we were following him, he lost traction and must have started hydroplaning in the rain. He lost control, hit a concrete barrier and his vehicle rolled several times. Price and I immediately went to the scene. The front door was unlocked so we were able to open it to check on the driver. He was unconscious and had a pretty nasty cut on his head that was bleeding a lot. I noticed that the vehicle was leaking some sort of fluid so Price and I made the decision that it would be best to remove the driver from the vehicle. We pulled him out and Price brought him a safe distance away. I went to investigate the backseat and I found the young girl unconscious in the back. I managed to crawl in and I had gotten her unbuckled when Price came over the radio to say that there had been a spark and that whatever fluid was leaking had caught fire. The front seat became engulfed in flames so I kicked out the rear window and crawled out of it with the girl. I had managed to run a short distance before the vehicle exploded," Andy said.

"Why did you get in the vehicle, McNally?" Frank asked, "That was a very dangerous thing for you to do."

"I saw the girl in the back, sir," Andy said, "I didn't know the car would explode."

"If you were moments later, McNally…" Frank trailed off.

"I know sir," Andy said, "But I wasn't. And because of that, a little girl still has her life today. And some prick gets off with a minor charge instead of having to go to his kid's funeral."

"McNally," Frank said gently, "It was an unsafe risk that you didn't need to t-"

"Sir," Andy cut him off, "I did it anyways. Because that little girl didn't deserve to suffer more because of her alcoholic father!" Andy finished the sentence on her feet, voice raised.

"Andy," he said, "That man, he wasn't your father."

"Can I go?" Andy asked sharply, not waiting for a reply before she walked out of the room.

"Andy-" Traci called after her but Andy kept walking without a backwards glance. She entered the locker room and got changed into her street clothes, mindful of the stitches and cuts on her forehead, the side of her neck and her arms. She pulled her sweatshirt on over her head and then sat down heavily on the bench. Her elbows went on her knees and she dropped her head into her hands.

"McNally?" came an all too familiar voice.

Andy refused to look up.

"Andy," Sam said gently, his footfalls coming closer to her.

"This is a women's locker room, Swarek," Andy shot at him half-heartedly, glaring up at him, "Why can't you understand that?"

"I thought you needed someone to talk to," he shrugged. He leaned back against the lockers and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Who sent you in here?" Andy asked, forcing a laugh, "Traci? Frank?"

"Price," he corrected.

Andy looked down at her running shoes. "Oh," she said, blinking against the tears that were coming to her eyes. She took a deep shaky breath. "I hate that Rookie sometimes," Andy said, her voice choked.

"Hey, are you crying?" Sam asked, his voice softening ever so slightly.

"No," Andy shot back, wiping at her eyes. She glanced up to see him crouch down in front of her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, gently pushing back the hair that had fallen over her forehead.

"I just had a terrible day," Andy said, shaking her head.

"But you saved that girls' life," Sam said.

"How do you know?" Andy asked.

"I heard the whole thing over the radios. The whole station did," Sam said, "If it's worth anything, I was scared shitless when she said the car was on fire."

Andy was silent.

"Andy?" he asked.

"Sam," she said, "I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. You got out of the car in time," Sam shrugged.

"No," Andy said, looking into his eyes, "About the other day."

"Oh," Sam said, frowning, "It's fine."

"No, it's not," Andy said, "I was out of control. It was childish of me to blame you for everything. I was the one that left town, I was the one that wanted to talk, I was the one that invited you up to my place and I was the one that chewed you out in the bullpen in front of everyone. If what happened between us was anyone's fault, it was mine."

Sam remained silent.

"Sam, I really care about you," Andy said, "Honestly, I do."

"I care about you too Andy," Sam said, "And it's not just your fault for everything. I handled things like an ass too." He pulled himself up and sat on the bench beside her. "You were right when you said it was typical for me to just walk away," Sam said, "It's what I do. Ignore the problem or push it away until it's done."

"I didn't mean that Sam. I said a lot of things I didn't mean. A lot of hurtful things," Andy said sadly, "And I'm not a mean person."

"No, I know," Sam said.

"I'm sorry," Andy said sincerely, dropping her head onto his shoulder.

"I'm sorry too," he said.

The door to the locker room swung open and footsteps came in. Andy picked her head up off of Sam's shoulder and scooted away from him slightly. "Hey guys," Marlo said as she cleared the corner, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

"No," Andy said, pushing herself to her feet, "We were just talking."

"Old training officer to rookie," Sam said with a small smile, "You know."

"Are you ready for dinner tonight Sam?" Marlo asked as Andy leaned into her locker to pick up her duffle bag.

She chewed on the inside of her cheek as Sam answered, "Yeah. The reservation is at 7:15," he said.

Andy slung the bag over her shoulder and walked towards the door of the locker room.

"Hey Andy," Marlo called after her.

"Yeah?" Andy asked, glancing back.

"It was really brave what you did today," she said with a nod, "I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have done it."

Andy nodded and then slipped out of the locker room. Of course he had moved on.

AN: I'm sorry if this chapter wasn't that great. I started and rewrote it about 6 times this afternoon, so this is what I settled on! I hope it's alright! I hope it's a bit of redemption for Andy and I hope that you like how they reconciled. I'm sorry about Marlo ruining the moment though! Sheesh! =P Thanks guys for all your support as always!