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It had been one of those days that made it feel amazing to take her uniform off. Andy turned on the shower and stepped underneath the rapid stream of steaming hot water. After getting cleaned up, she continued to stand in the shower for a few moments, trying to relax. What had happened with Sam that day was extremely confusing and made her uneasy. She knew he was upset about Frank, but how he acted was the total opposite of how she imagined. They had made it through the day, no thanks to Sam. After Frank's speech, she didn't expect him to pull into an alley and act like a stupid teenager, but she didn't expect him to be disrespectful to her either. One bad day was all it took for her to doubt they could ever be fun-loving partners like they used to be.

After standing under the soothing hot water for a few more minutes, she turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. She grabbed her shower bag and walked back to her locker. Not surprisingly, she was one of the only ones left in the room. After getting semi-dressed, she headed to use the bathroom and when she returned to her locker, Sam was sitting on the bench waiting for her. She could tell right away that he was deep in thought. She already couldn't wait to hear what kind of sarcastic comment she would be receiving from him next.

"Do you mind?" she demanded. She was wearing only a bra on the upper half of her body and used her shirt to cover herself.

"Huh?" He scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows. "Andy, we slept together twelve hours ago. It's not like you're covering up anything I haven't seen before."

She rolled her eyes and turned around to pull her shirt over her head. "That's not the point, but whatever."

He shook his head in disbelief and reached for her hand. "What do you want to do for dinner?"

She was visibly taken aback. After the day they just had together, she couldn't believe he planned to drop the subject and focus on dinner. "Dinner? Really, Sam? I'm not hungry. I'm heading back to my place for the night," she snapped.

He scowled and gave her a skeptical look.

"What?" she asked seriously.

"Nothing, I'm just trying to figure you out."

She raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips. "You are trying to figure me out? Wow," turning slightly to meet his scowl with hers. "Let me help you with that, alright? Today, our boss tells us we need to prove to him that we can concentrate on our work, be professional and keep our hands off of each other. Apparently, and I'm just throwing ideas out right now because I can't say for sure, you take that as your cue to treat your partner like shit. Because doing that seems a hell of a lot more 'professional' than how I was acting, right? I tried to touch your hand, Sam; I wasn't throwing myself at you." She ranted, lowering her voice when she began to catch the attention of other officers in the locker room. "But if that's how you want it to be, then fine. Just don't expect me to flip a switch and forget all about it when our shift ends."

Sam leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees before looking up at her and motioning for her to sit down beside him. "Can you just…"

She shook her head sharply and held up her hand to stop him.

"I'm exhausted, Sam. I'm going home. I'm really not in the mood to talk about all of this right now."

As she threw her bag over her shoulder, he stood up and lowered his head to try to catch her eyes. She darted her eyes away and stepped to the side to walk past him. He sighed and turned around to watch her walk out.

Sam mentally kicked himself for acting like such an ass. He knew she wasn't wrong. He had let his emotions get the best of him. They were ordered to be professional and he was the furthest thing from it. What he really wanted her to know was that it wasn't about her. Sure, she was the one that set him off in the car but it was never his intention to be such an idiot to her. If anything, she made his day better than it would've been; especially if he had been paired with someone else. He sighed as he stood up to walk out of the locker room and head to his truck. He knew had a lot of explaining to do.


He caught up with her not far from the precinct. He pulled up beside her and rolled down his window. Unlike the day after the farm house incident weeks before, this time she didn't stop walking. "Andy!"

She refused to acknowledge his presence in hope that he would give up and drive away. He pulled to the side of the road and crept along beside her, constantly checking his rear view mirror for cars coming up behind him.

Andy rolled her eyes and quickly spun around to look down the street. She turned her head to scowl at Sam. She could not believe how reckless he was being.

"Don't be an idiot," she finally called out. "You're gonna cause an accident! This road is far too busy for you to be creeping along. Just GO!"

"Yeah I'm aware, Andy. So why do you get in the truck so I can pull back into the lane and stop acting like an idiot?" he replied smugly.

Her eyes widened as car after car sped by blasting their horns at Sam. He threw up a hand to apologize to the drivers but still didn't pull back into the lane.

She gritted her teeth. "I swear to god Sam, you are the biggest…"

"Five minutes, Andy! That's all I want," he called out before softening his tone. "Please?"

She shook her head in disbelief before strutting to the truck and jumping in.

"Just so you know, I only agreed to this because I'm thinking about the citizens of Toronto who don't deserve to get into accidents because off-duty police officers can't use their common sense," she huffed. "Now get your ass back on the road"

He looked over at her with a smirk. He pulled into the closest abandoned parking lot and put the truck in park before he turned to look at her. He sighed and waited for her to look over at him.

"So… you wanted to talk?" Andy snapped, continuing to stare straight ahead.

Sam smirked at her cockiness. He knew he was in hot water but that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate how attractive he thought she was when she was angry.

"I'm sorry," he admitted softly. "You didn't deserve to be treated like that today."

He was more pissed off at himself more than she was. One of the many reasons for his dislike for Luke was the way he treated Andy. Sometime during their night together while he was undercover, Sam had promised himself that he would never hurt her.

"You don't deserve to be treated like that, ever," he murmured as he looked up to find her eyes had finally gazed over to meet his. "I was pissed off because of Frank and I took it out on you. I really am sorry. Please, give me another chance."

She could see the sincerity in his eyes. She tried to hold her ground but felt herself softening up when she saw deep guilt drawn across his face. "You know, Frank isn't out to ruin our lives or something. We screwed up big time and it's not like a few weeks suspension somehow makes us trustable again."

He nodded and turned to look out the front window.

"Honestly, I was really excited to ride with you today. Like, maybe pathetically excited," she admitted. "I wanted today to be great. I wanted it to be like the kick-start to something I was going to love, and it was just nothing like I hoped. More than being annoyed with you, I'm really disappointed. Like this morning when I reached for your hand, I was only trying to comfort you like any partner would do,"

"I know you were…" he replied softly

"You don't have to deal with everything on your own, you know," she added.

"I know that. But neither do you. You can't tell me what happened today didn't affect you."

She shrugged. "It was an emotional day. I went from thrilled to be riding with you, to nervous because of what Frank was saying, to upset because you were being an ass and then to just… distraught over everything that happened at the school. I can't imagine what Evan went through. He literally felt like he was worthless. He was sure that killing Adam was the only way to be happy, well at least for a little while anyway. It's such a screwed up situation."

She sighed and looked over to meet his eyes. "It's days like this that I wonder if I'll ever truly get used to this job."

"Hey, some days just get to you more than other ones. You could be an absolute perfect cop and do everything right and people will continue to kill each other," he replied sympathetically.

"Yeah," she whispered, sending him a grateful smile. "What about you? You seemed kind of broken up about the whole thing."

"I don't know. It was just a hard situation. I feel bad for his parents. He doesn't realize what he just did to his future, but they do," he replied.

She nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"So can we stop with this going-home-alone crap, please? Come to my place. I'll make you dinner… won't make you watch hockey…?"

He backed the truck up and pulled out of the parking lot, not giving her the chance to answer.

"You will make me dinner? No take-out?" she replied, raising her eyebrows to challenge him.

Sam scoffed and opened his mouth in disbelief. "What are you…? Don't act like I never cook."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Ha, right."

He glanced over to her and grinned, pulling up to a red light. "Hey." He waited for her eyes to meet his before he continued. "Are we gonna be okay?"

She wasn't sure why that question hit her deep down. There was something about the vulnerability in his voice that she wasn't used to. She smiled as reached over to gently squeeze his hand. "We'll see how tomorrow goes…" she replied, half-joking. She knew he regretted the way he acted that day, but her hope for them as partners had been somewhat restored.

Catching on to her sarcastic tone, he took a leap. "You know what? I bet I can get you to forgive me by tonight,"

She yanked her hand away from his grip and gave him a look of disbelief. "Are you kidding? After today you'll be lucky if we have sex at all in the next few weeks," she said sternly.

His jaw dropped. "Hey, I thought you said…" He pressed, sounding concerned.

He paused when he glanced over at her, seeing she was biting her lip to hold back a giggle. He smirked as he reached over and wove his fingers through hers before giving her hand a quick squeeze.

"Sam?" she asked moments later.

"Hmm?"

"Yeah, I think we're gonna be okay."

He couldn't help but grin and nod his head lightly in agreement.


"I am ridiculously full, but that was delicious," Andy said with a groan, as Sam picked up their plates from the table and walked towards the sink. He had kept his promise and promptly made dinner when they arrived at his house. What he really wanted to do was fall onto the couch and tune into the hockey game, but he didn't want to be in any more trouble for the day either. He was pretty sure he was going to have a lot of dinners to make in the next few weeks.

"Obviously it was delicious, I made it," Sam replied cockily as he ran the tap to fill the sink with soapy water.

She rolled her eyes and smirked sarcastically. "You're so full of yourself."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you tell me how you really feel?" He laughed. "Fettuccini alfredo is like my go-to meal. Probably one of the only things I can cook well. That, and breakfast."

"Well since this is my first time having it, I'm assuming it was your go-to meal for your previous girlfriends?" she pressed, seeing how far she could get with the subject.

He clenched his teeth into a smile while he decided how to answer her question. He cleared his throat. "You lived with Callaghan. You got nothing on me."

She laughed and threw her hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay." She stood up from the table and brought their glasses to the sink. She grabbed the carton of milk that was left out on the counter and headed for the fridge. Sam spun around to speak when suddenly, they collided and the carton of milk crashed onto the floor, bottom down. Instantly, Sam, Andy and the entire kitchen were covered completely in milk.

Andy's mouth gaped open as she tried to form an apology. The milk rapidly dripped off of her eyelashes and through her hair, adding to the puddle that had formed on the floor. Sam covered his face with his hand to wipe the milk off, and raised his eyebrows to show his minor annoyance. Andy took one look at his current state and couldn't hold it in any longer. She burst into a fit of giggles, bending over to catch her breath.

"I'm...sorry," she said breathlessly, looking up at Sam.

He cracked a smile and shook his head. "You are ridiculous, you know that?" he laughed.

She stood up straighter and took a deep breath to calm her laugh. She beamed when she gazed up to see the amused look on Sam's face. In that minute, she completely forgot how she was upset with him. She realized that was the first time she had seen a genuine smile from him all day. The Sam that stood there covered in milk was the Sam she fell in love with so long ago.

She sighed as she stepped closer to him and circled her arms around his neck before pressing her lips up against his. He wound his arms around her waist and quickly deepened the kiss.

"You taste like milk," he chuckled as he licked his lips. She threw her head back and giggled.

"So do you," she mumbled as she pulled his face down and kissed him intensely.

Moments later, she reached down to take off her socks, holding onto Sam as a support. He looked at her with confusion but followed suit and removed his too. She smirked as she ran her hand down his arm to grasp his hand, stepping in milk as she dragged him out of the kitchen.

"What are you…?" He stopped mid-sentence when she let go of his hand to remove her shirt and dropped it on the floor.

"We have to get cleaned up don't we?" she asked him, looking back with darkened eyes. She dragged him into the bathroom. She knew he wouldn't initiate anything unless he was sure she wasn't angry anymore; she gave up on waiting.

Sam stood there in a daze while she continued removing her clothes. "Sam!"

"Yeah?" he smiled, throwing his shirt over his head and going to work on his jeans. "There's just something about watching you strip down in front of me… gets me a little distracted."

Andy giggled as she turned on the water and stepped into the shower. She began rinsing the milk out of her hair, which had already begun to stick together in clumps. Sam climbed in soon after and stood under the water before soaping up.

The shower smelled like a mix of Irish Spring and strawberries as they both rinsed off. An involuntary shiver buzzed up Sam's spine when he suddenly felt Andy's fingertips lightly wandering on his back. He groaned softly as she wound her hands around his waist and gently hugged her naked body against his. "Andy," he mumbled huskily.

She smiled into his back and pressed her lips against his shoulder, mildly tasting his soap. One of her hands continued to stroke his chest, while the other quickly travelled down. She loved the feeling of his muscles twitching when her hand glided over his stomach; it seemed to be one of those things that could consistently take his breath away.

He turned around and immediately began kissing down her neck as his hands rested on her hips and squeezed lightly. She moaned quietly when he moved his mouth to plant kisses down her chest and dropped his hands down to massage the outside of her thighs. She was beginning to get impatient and made a soft fist in his hair to gently yank him back up her mouth. She kissed him hungrily, massaging his tongue with her own as his hands moved to gently squeeze her ass. He groaned as he pulled her flush against him, feeling his hardness rub up against her belly.

He pulled away and stepped back slightly to put some space between them. "I guess this means you forgive me?" He asked huskily, teasing her when he knew she wouldn't be in the mood for it.

She opened her eyes slightly and stood under the shower head breathing heavily. Is he kidding, she wondered, quickly remembering why she had been so irritated with him earlier. "What? Sam… just…come over here," she answered breathlessly as reached for his arm and arched herself toward him.

She gasped when he pulled her back up against him and began kissing and nibbling on her neck. She pushed her hips up against his and let out a moan. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold her off for much longer. Her hand soon headed back down his solid stomach. He grabbed it to stop her from gripping onto him.

"Do you forgive me?" He teased, whispering in her ear. She could feel his warm breath on the side of her neck and it was all she could take. Yeah, he'll pay for this… tomorrow, she decided.

"Ugh! Oh my god, Sam. Yes! Now can you stop fooling around?" she demanded as grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him toward her to cover his mouth with hers. She ground herself against him to find the friction she was desperate for.

He smirked against her mouth as he lifted her to wind her legs around his waist. Her hands quickly moved up to his neck and clenched against his shoulders in anticipation. He leaned her up against the shower wall and felt her body tense when she her back met the cold tiles.

"Anything for you, Andy."