AN: Here you go! Like I mentioned in an earlier Author's Night, there will be some inconsistencies. This one has some of those inconsistencies, but don't worry, nothing huge. Let me know what you think! I'll update within the week!

"I'm just going to go for a run, take a shower, and then I'll pick you up after," Sam said to Oliver as they walked down the hall.

"Sounds good, Brother," Oliver said, stopping outside of the locker rooms. "Tell McNally I said thanks."

"Thanks for what?" Sam asked, crossing his arms. Oliver just laughed and raised his eyebrows before turning into the locker room and leaving Sam watching him.

He shook his head and continued to the office. When he walked in, Andy turned around in her seat and smiled at him.

"Hey," he greeted her, smiling back. She stood up and met him at his desk where he threw down a file. He sat down, looking up at her as she sat on his desk. He let out a sigh, put his hands on her thighs and asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to come over later tonight?"

"I'm sure," she laughed, holding onto his hands. He laughed sadly at the thought. "It's girl's night, Sam. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fine," he said, rolling his eyes and standing up. Andy pulled him to stand between her legs and he looked down at her. Sam hated girl's night. "If I were you, I'd warn them about your sleep talking before your slumber party."

She laughed and slapped him across his chest. "I don't talk in my sleep that much, do I?" She asked and he nodded with a small laugh.

"Oh, yeah, you do," Sam looked up at Callaghan walking to his desk. He sat in his chair and crossed his arms. As much as Sam wanted them to get along, he knew that was not the way to get there.

"Sorry. I just need to grab my phone before I leave," Luke told them, laughing to himself. Sam could see the pink in Andy's cheeks. She was embarrassed and uncomfortable. "The witness told me everything as soon as you left. The case is basically closed."

"Good," Andy said, nodding slowly. It took her a second to regain her composure. "Have a good night."

"You, too," he said with an easy smile.

When he was gone, Andy slid off of Sam's desk. "So, that's why we never acted like a couple when we were out in public?" She asked and he laughed, standing up.

"How was your shift?" He asked, changing the subject.

"It was good," she told him. "We got a murderer."

"It's always a good day when you catch a murderer," he smiled and she nodded. He noticed the small step she took toward him and, had they not just been interrupted, he would have kissed her.

"How was your day?" She asked, running a soft hand down his arm.

"Not too bad," he shrugged. "We were pretty busy. We're working on a drug bust. I think we'll be able to execute it by Friday."

"That's exciting," she exclaimed and he smiled. "What will you do tonight?"

"I'm going to go home now," he said and she nodded, squeezing his hand. "Oliver and I are going to the Penny tonight. Nothing fancy."

"You'll have a good time," she said, trying to convince him. He was sure she could see the longing in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I'd have a better time if I got to see you later."

"Too bad, my friend," she said, shrugging. He laughed.

"Have a good night."

He leaned down and pecked her quickly on the lips, moving a step back before getting walked in on again. The D's office wasn't exactly the most private of rooms. Once he took that step back, she laughed, shaking her head, and kissed him longer and harder.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he smiled and she nodded.

"I'll see you in the morning," she agreed.

He smiled at her quickly as she sat down in his seat. He left her in the office, pulling on his jacket. As he got closer to the door, he heard fast footsteps and he turned back to see Frank running toward him. "Swarek!"

"What's up, Boss?" He asked when Frank reached him.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked quickly.

"Drinks at the Penny with Oliver. Why? Is there a case?" Sam asked and Frank shook his head.

"I need a night out, Sammy," Frank told him and Sam nodded with a smirk.

"I'll let you know when I head over," he told him, slapping him on the shoulder.

"Thanks," Frank smiled, walking backward toward his office.

"Did you run this past the wife?" Sam called after him.

"Not my wife, yet," Frank smiled, turning around. "But yes. I did."

Sam smiled after him and turned back toward the parking lot. He spent more time with Noelle than he did Frank, but he always liked hanging out with him. When he wasn't playing the role of Staff Sergeant, he was just one of the guys. They'd gone through the academy together, with Oliver, Noelle and Jerry. They'd been friends for a long time. It was nice to see him happy with Noelle and the baby, but he knew that Frank was under a lot of stress. He couldn't blame the guy for needing a night out.

When Sam got home, he changed quickly out of his work clothes and into his running clothes. He knew that Oliver wanted to have dinner at the Penny because Zoe was out of town for the night with her sister, so he made it a quick run and an even quicker shower.

As he got dressed, he shook his head thinking that he just wanted to end the night with Andy. They had only been back together for less than two weeks and he didn't want to rush anything. He didn't want to pressure her. But he also didn't want to sleep alone- ever again. After he told her he loved her again and she said it back, he decided that he wasn't going to mess it up again. He wasn't going anywhere without a fight.

As he went to leave, he sent Oliver and Frank a text letting them know he was on his way. As soon as he put his phone away, he heard it ringing in his back pocket and he hoped it was Andy telling him he had changed her mind. But he smiled when he saw his sister's name.

"Hey, Sarah," he said, closing his front door behind him. "How are you?"

"Oh, I'm great, Sammy," she said and he cringed at her sarcasm. "Good to know you're still alive."

"I'm glad to let you know I'm still alive," he told her, jogging down his front steps toward his truck. "Alive and very busy- you know being a detective and all that," he said smugly and smiled when Sarah laughed.

"You know, you used that excuse when you were an officer," she reminded him and he nodded to himself. He leaned his elbows on the hood of his truck as she continued. "It doesn't carry as much weight as you think it does."

"I have been busy, Sarah," he told her. He wasn't willing to tell her about the other reason he'd been so busy. He never really shared his personal life with his sister and he wasn't so sure he wanted to start. "In fact, I'm on my way to meet Oliver right now."

"Oh, I see how it is," Sarah said and Sam could practically hear her eye roll over the phone. "Don't you work with him? See him every single day?"

"Not everyday," he said lightly.

"Sammy," she warned and he sighed, nodding to himself again.

"I'll call you later in the week, Sarah," he told her. "I promise. He's waiting to get dinner. You know I can't leave him waiting."

"Fine," she said. "I love you, Sammy."

"I love you, too, Sarah," he sighed and she hung up. He got into his truck and headed toward Oliver's house.

He knew that he was a terrible brother. He never visited her and he hated talking on the phone. He knew that she just wanted him to check in occasionally and very rarely did. He didn't have any excuses, either. He just never thought of it until she called him herself.

Oliver was standing on his front lawn when Sam pulled up and he was in the truck as soon as the truck was completely stopped. "Took you long enough," Oliver complained as he buckled his seatbelt. "I'm starving."

"You're always starving," Sam said, rolling his eyes and pulling back onto the road.

"True as that may be, it doesn't change how I feel now."

"Frank's meeting us," Sam said and Oliver smiled. "Needed a night off."

"I bet he does," Oliver laughed. "I remember what it's like to have a baby at home. Don't you?"

Sam turned his head and narrowed his eyes at his passenger. Oliver nodded. "Oh, right."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned back to the road. "I've put an end to that conversation before, haven't I?" He asked and Oliver chuckled.

"What? McNally doesn't want have your brooding babies?"

"Oliver," Sam warned and he laughed again.

"I'm just joking, Buddy," he told him. "Although, it's something you two should talk about."

"Thanks," Sam said sarcastically. "Then, sheand Iwill talk about it. Not youand I."

"Okay, okay," Oliver said, holding his hands up in defense. "So, did you thank her for me at least?"

"Why would I thank her for you?" Sam asked as he pulled into the Penny parking lot.

"Loosening the reigns, giving you a night off to hang out with your best friend," Oliver said as if it was obvious.

"Believe me, I'd rather be with her," Sam said as they got out of the truck and he could hear Oliver's booming laugh coming toward him. "Especially after the brief conversation we've already had."

"You don't mean that," Oliver said, slapping him on the back and Sam looked down at him. "Oh my god, you domean that."

"Not completely," Sam shrugged, letting Oliver off the hook.

"Every couple needs a night apart, Sammy," he said as they walked into the bar. "Look at that, the rookies are all here without their girlfriends."

"Peck is with McNally and Nash," Sam explained, looking at Nick with Dov and Chris. "It's girl's night. I guess they made a night out of it themselves."

"Good for them," Oliver said, finding Frank at the bar. "Hey, Frank."

"Ollie, Sammy," he said, sliding Sam a scotch and Oliver a beer. "What took you so long?"

"Sarah called me," Sam explained, taking a sip of his scotch. "I haven't talked to her in a while."

"How is she?" Oliver asked and Sam shrugged.

"She's fine," he said. "Pissed at me for being a dick of a brother, but fine."

"Well, can you blame her?" Frank asked and Sam smirked and shrugged.

"How's the baby?" Oliver asked Frank and Sam turned back to look at the rookies.

It was early, still dinner time, and he could see the three of them were already pretty drunk. He rolled his eyes and turned back to Frank and Oliver.

"You buying tonight, Sammy?" Oliver asked, now with three menus in front of him.

"No," Sam laughed, taking a menu. "No, Buddy. I think you're buying for making me sit through your lectures."

"What now, Oliver?" Frank asked, laughing.


When Sam woke up, he reached to the other side of the bed and let out a sigh when he remembered it would be empty. He sat up slowly, not hungover, but exhausted.

He and Oliver stayed late- later than Diaz and Epstein, later than Frank. They helped Collins into a cab when they left, but heard him give the address for a bar on the other side of the city. If Sam was tired, he had no idea how Collins would be up and walking.

As he got out of bed, he kicked a pile of clothes against the wall and found his towel on the floor. He took a shower, got dressed and left his place for Andy's. He had the day off, but she had to go in sometime later. He wanted to spend some time with her before she had to leave for work.

As he walked into Andy's building, he noticed a stray newspaper and side stepped it on the way to the stairs. He knocked on her door, rocking back and forth on his feet until he heard her yell to him to come in.

He stopped short when he saw Nick sitting on the couch and Traci curled up on one of the chairs. He finally found Andy's eyes and quirked his eyebrows. "What's going on here?" He asked, taking his jacket off and sitting down in one of the stools so he was facing them.

"Gail dumped him," Traci explained and Sam nodded. He understood now why he was out drinking even after his friends had left him.

"I found him drunk in the hallway," Andy said and he had to bite his cheek to stop a laugh.

"Gail's sleeping in Andy's room," Nick groaned and Sam looked away for a second to hide his smile.

"You'll be okay, Buddy," Sam told him and Nick just rolled his eyes.

"You will be, Nick," Andy said. "She'll make this right and you will forgive her because you love her."

Sam nodded to himself and went to get coffee in the kitchen. As he topped off his mug, he felt Andy sidle up next to him. He looked down and smiled at her.

"Good morning," she said before kissing him. "Sorry about the party in there."

"Don't worry about it, McNally," he told her, nudging his nose against hers before pulling away. "It's your house."

"I'm going to make some pancakes," she said, looking back at her friends for a second. "I'm hoping it will sober Nick up a little."

"I don't know if anything will do that," he laughed, looking back at the living room. Nick was holding his head in his hands, and a much more sober Traci was rubbing her temples. "I'll make the pancakes. You can go make sure they're okay."

"Thank you," she smiled and then kissed him again.

As Andy went to tend to her drunk and hungover friends, Sam went about making them all breakfast. He found his way easily through her cabinets and refrigerator and smiled at the realization. He probably knew his way around her house better than his own.

"Nick, what did you do with my paper?" Andy asked as she closed her front door and Sam turned to look at Nick.

"I threw it down the stairs," he told her, hanging his head sadly. "When I realized the door was locked, I got frustrated."

Sam couldn't help the laugh that came out of his mouth. Andy glared at him and he turned back toward the stove.

"Okay. It's fine. Don't worry about it. You just need to sober up. Your pancakes will be ready in a few minutes."

"Oh, yes," Traci said. "That's exactly what I need right now."

She sat down behind Sam a whole minute before Nick was able to push himself up and join her. He plated their food and slid the plates across to them. "Best partner ever," Traci said before digging right in.

Sam laughed and got his and Andy's plates, taking them to the living room. He handed Andy hers and sat down on the couch. "These are so good, Sam. Thank you."

"No problem," he shrugged, smiling at her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "What time are you working?" He asked.

"Me, Nick, and Gail are all working the afternoon shift," she told him, swallowing a bite. "We're going in at 2. Hopefully, they'll make it there alive."

"Collins will be okay," he said, looking back at him. He wasn't 100% sure that was true, but he knew that Collins would at least pretend to be. "I don't know how bad Peck is, though."

"She'll be monumentally hungover," Andy laughed. He smiled and nodded. He knew the feeling. "Do you want me to come over after work?" She asked and Sam looked anywhere but at her. He was embarrassed at the mess his house had become.

"Um," he stuttered and from the corner of his eye, he saw Andy's face fall.

"I don't have to," she said quickly. He could hear the doubt in her voice and he wanted to erase it. "I'll just see you at work tomorrow. It's fine."

"My place is a mess," he admitted, looking at her again. "It hasn't really been cleaned since Oliver moved back home."

"Ew," she said, scrunching her nose in disgust. He couldn't blame her, really. He was pretty disgusted too. "Why not? Your place is always clean."

He bit his lip, watching her closely. "After we broke up, I decided I needed a change," he told her and she nodded slowly. "The only thing that changed really was the fact that I stopped cleaning my house. Oliver took care of it, but when he left I just let it stay."

"That's disgusting," she said with a laugh. "Now that we're back together, are you going to change back to a man that actually takes care of his home?"

"Well, yeah, eventually," he shrugged and she nodded. "I've been a little busy. Here, mostly," he reminded her and her lips curled into a smile.

"Okay," she nodded slowly. "Well, you can meet me here after work if you want. And I'll help you clean your place this weekend?"

"Okay," he said, leaning into her. She held onto his face and kissed him.

"Oh my god."

Sam and the rest of the room turned toward Andy's room where Gail was standing in the doorway with her eyes closed and her hand on her stomach. "Oh my god," she said again before running to the bathroom.

"Gail?" Nick called, standing up to follow her. She slammed the door in his face and Sam raised his eyebrows when he heard her throwing up.