A/N: So this is slowly turning into fluff...well smut. :D

BEFORE

Sam sat at his desk in the bullpen and fielded all calls from the checkpoints. So far nothing had come in to highlight a trail from the van and no matter how much he tried to concentrate on the job at hand, he couldn't help but hear her accusatory tone as she stormed away from him. He hadn't said anything to Oliver about her and how tired she looked. He didn't have to. Oliver could see it for himself.

Sitting at a desk behind him Nick was viewing CCTV footage and when he swivelled on his chair and tapped Sam on the shoulder Sam turned to see what he was watching.

"I think I have something here," Nick pointed at the screen where it was split into 4 sections. He worked on the PC and brought one of the images to take over the whole screen. It was a freeze frame of the van at a junction across the city.

"That's on Islinglton." Sam leaned closer to the screen. "Do we have any other footage?"

"None that I've found yet. But check this out…" Nick worked the keyboard again and this time a new angle came up. Behind the blue van was the police van that was missing. "There, its Sal's van, see the the reg on the roof?"

"102…Track them, there is a toll on either direction of the expressway."

Sam stood up and hurried over to the office Oliver was using with the detectives. He knocked on the door an opened without waiting for an invitation. Shaw, we found the van on the footage. We're tracking it on Islington."

"They've got to be heading east on Gardiner to connect to the 427."

"Was the other car with them?"

"Yes, it was following close behind. We can't see anything better than a fuzzy CCTV footage but we can see two people in the front."

"Callout the roadblocks to concentrate on this area, find out where they are going!"

Andy fell into bed and tossed and turned beneath the cool sheets. She couldn't help but feel bad at how she had blown up at Sam but at the same time she was fuming with rage at home he had tried to manipulate her into going home. Not for a second did she think he hadn't influenced Shaw's decision to send her home but the officer inside of her had seen it coming. She was bone tired. But that didn't mean she could sleep. She thought back to the last time she was in this bed. He had been lying next to her. Naked of course, there was never any other way when they were in bed together. And as mad as she was at him right now, she still kinda wished he was there. If she was going to lie in bed and not sleep the least she could be doing was having sex. Good sex. Well, she admitted to herself with a chuckle, great sex.

She rolled over and spread her arms and legs out wide. She kicked the duvet off her and thought about getting up, maybe sneaking back into the division and seeing where she could help out. But before she could manoeuvre herself into getting up she fell asleep.

Sam parked his truck outside her apartment and killed the engine. He hesitated in going in. She was mad. Really mad. But he figured she would have slept it off by now. He locked the truck and hurried across the street to her front door. She had given him a key ages ago, long before they had started sleeping together, but he had never used it. Until now. He didn't want to ring in case he woke her so instead he let himself in and slipped his jacket off to put it on the hook behind the door. He stood at the by the door and listened to the noises of her flat but it was silent.

Stealthy he crossed the room towards her bedroom door and slowly pushed it open. He expected to see her dressed and ready, perched on the end of her bed, tying her shoes. But instead she was still fast asleep.

The curtains were drawn but the midday light was strong enough to shine through and light up the room enough for him to see. Her duvet was in a puddle by the foot of the bed and she lay sprawled completely naked across the bed. She had rolled over onto her front, and while one leg was pulled up towards her chest the other was stretched out far and wide. Her hands were cushioned under her pillow and her hair was a mess atop her head. He could hear her soft snores as she slept. He thought about leaving her be, letting her sleep through but he was sure she would be even madder if she realised he was here and hadn't woken her. Not when he knew there was a raid happening in a few hours out in Emery.

He approached the bed and crouched beside her head. He reached out to touch her shoulder and gently shook her.

"Hey, Andy…Hey."

She muttered and grunted then rolled her head away from him. Her whole body shifted and followed and her butt was suddenly pointed towards him, tantalising smooth skin begging for his fingers stroke. Sam shook his head and reached out for her shoulder again.

"Andy, wake up…" His voice was louder now and this time is elicited a better response.

"I'm up, I'm up…" she muttered as she stretched her arms and legs out as far as she could as her body woke up and rolled over to face him only then realising he as there. "Sam! What are you doing? Why are you here?" Her hands scrambled for the blanket that wasn't there and he smiled as he watched her struggle.

"I came to see you."

"And you just let yourself in?" She tossed herself across the bed to the puddle of sheets at the foot and grabbed some to cover herself up.

"I didn't want to ring the bell and wake you."

"So you didn't want to ring my bell and wake me so you could come into my room and wake me."

"Yeah." Sam smiled. He stood up and backed away from her bed as she inched her way closer to the edge to wrap the sheet around her.

"Christ sake Sam. This is exactly what I'm talking about. You can't barge in here, through my life, and start to take things over to suit you!"

"Andy it's not like that-"

"Do you mind? I need to get dressed!" she made it to the door and held it open for him. After a thick moment of heavy silence he left her room and went into the living room.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. She was supposed to greet him with a sheepish smile. Apologise, in whatever way she saw fit and he would forgive her… and let her keep apologising with her lips, her hands, her hips, whatever she waned. Now instead of rolling around on her bed, he found himself pacing around her living room.

Soon she had appeared fully dressed from her bedroom and had tied her hair back into a high ponytail. She sat on the couch and was tying her laces before she spoke.

"So why are you really here?"

"Oliver sent me home to get some rest."

"Home?"

"I wanted to come by here first and see how you were, if you had managed to get some sleep an to tell you about the case."

"What's the progress on the case?" She was all business now, her left shoe forgotten as she turned to talk to him about the case.

"We tracked both vans to a location in north Emery." He circled her couch and sat next to her. "The D's from 23 are arranging a raid in about…" he checked his watch. "Four and a half hours."

"I've gotta get back to the division. See if they need my help."

"They've already picked the teams Andy." He was shaking his head.

"Are you going?" Sam didn't respond so she knew he was. "I'm going on that raid, Sam." She put on her other shoe.

"Look, I'm clearly not having the desired effect here, so um, I'm just gonna leave."

"Desired effect?" Andy scoffed. "What were you expecting? Come and tell me about the raid, a quick fuck, have a nap then back to work?"

"No Andy! Of course not…Jesus."

"Look Sam, this was clearly a mistake…"

"You're telling me, I shouldn't have come over." He was reaching for his coat and had it half on when she spoke.

"No, not just this, not just today."

"What are you saying exactly?"

"It's just not a good idea, working together, sleeping together…" her voice trailed off.

"Well if you didn't second guess everything I said, if you didn't try to twist my words around and storm off in a tantrum I would have thought everything was going fucking swimmingly!"

"That's not fair Sam!"

"Isn't it?" He stared at her for a moment then pulled his jacket on the rest of the way. Without uttering another word he walked out and closed the door behind him.

At the division Andy was helping Nick prepare for the raid. She fastened his vest, and checked his belt. He stood before her with his arms stretched out on either side as she fastened the side Velcro on his left then her right.

"All ok?" he asked when she was done.

"Yep, but you heed to get a new belt, your holster clip is frayed."

"I mean you… all ok with you?"

"Huh? Yeah I'm fine."

"Please Andy, you can't hide it from me." He stopped her from walking away. "I saw it last week when you were walking on air, and I see it now when you haven sunken below the surface. What happened?"

"Nothing. Nothing happened. Just… wasn't…ugh."

"What?"

"Whatever did happen, wasn't supposed to happen, so now it's not happening anymore."

"Ok, I'll pretend to know what that means."

"Yeah…me too." Nick turned and walked out of the room and Andy followed. In the bullpen there were several officers dressed and ready to go out on the raid. Oliver was coordinating with the D's from 23 and in the middle of it all was Sam. Andy walked around the edge of the group and listened to the snippets of orders being passed out to everyone.

"You not going Andy?" Traci came up behind her.

"Traci!" Andy hugged her friend. "What are you doing here?"

"I just popped in to grab my stuff. Hospital discharged me but I wanted to check out how the case was going."

"They found where the vans went. They sent a recon team out a few hours ago and now they are ready to raid the place."

"Why aren't you going?"

"I was out all day yesterday with the crew so I was off site when the raid was being arranged."

"And you can't just slip into one of the teams?"

"No. It's been made perfectly clear that I am needed here in booking."

"Oh…" Traci said knowingly. She squeezed her friends hand an offered her a crooked smile.

"It's okay Trace. It's nothing I didn't know was coming. I'm an idiot for falling into this trap in the first place."

"What time is your shift over today?"

"About three hours or so."

"Gimme a call when you are done and I'll come by and meet you for a drink. You look like you really need one!"

"Okay, get some rest."

Traci moved off to the locker room to get her stuff as Oliver called for hush.

"Okay everyone, you know what you need to do, watch your back, watch your partners back and make it home safe. We have 2 officers in this place so let's get them home too."

With that everyone peeled out of the division. Sam waited for everyone to leave, double checked his belt and vest then made his way out to the garage with everyone else. He could feel Andy's eye on him as he crossed the room but he wasn't feeling like offering her any solace right now. She had made it perfectly clear what she wanted from him and right now, he was willing to give it to her.

The warehouse had been split out into various different rooms with a single person side walkway circumventing the outer wall. Each room was barely big enough to hold two triple tier bunk beds and each room housed at least three kinds, sometimes up to 8. With every room they cleared they removed the kids out to waiting vans. Slowly they cleared each room until only one room was left. Sam had led the group in, Dov and Chris raced over to the bunk beds where they spotted a girl hiding beneath it.

As Dov pulled the girl out from under the bed and raced with her through the building to the vans outside, Sam sidled up to the last door it was possible for them to hide behind. Detective Skye was behind him and they both raced in with five more officers behind them. They were met with a barrage of gunfire but luckily they found cover and no one was hit. Sam called out for them to surrender, but they were met with only laughter. Sam checked from behind his cover and spotted Sal ling prone on the ground but he couldn't see Black anywhere.

"One down, no sign of two. Five standing."

"I'm going round, I'll flank, cover me!"

They spoke only with gestures but they each knew what needed to be done. Skye flanked the group to the left, Sam lay down cover fire, he was sure he hit one, maybe two of them and watched as Skye reached a better vantage point.

"You're surrounded!" Sam shouted and he shot a round over their heads with Skye shooting from his side. "Drop your weapons and come out!"

"Fuck you!" a large man shouted as he stood up from over and started firing, Sam ducked just in time but Sky had a perfect shot and hit him. He went down but his place was taken by another man.

Again Sam fired and again Skye hit. Until finally the returning fire stopped. Sky approached carefully the platform they had been standing on then roared out "ALL CLEAR!"

The rest of them came out from their cover spots and hurried over to the platform. The guns were cleared from their attackers and Sam ruched over to Sal's body. He checked for a pulse all the while calling for assistance.

"I have one alive!" someone called out.

"Here too!"

"Black is alive too."

In no time they were surrounded by EMTs who triaged all the victims then hurried them away in several ambulances. Officers rode with the attackers and Black to the hospital. Epstien volunteered to go with Sal to the morgue. It was a sombre celebration outside the warehouse when everyone was done.

Back at the division the mood was low, lifted only by the sight of mother and daughter being reunited. Chris watched it from the parade room with Dov by his side.

"It's great to see huh," he said.

"Yeah, one small victory." Dov agreed.

"I know what you are thinking."

"Yeah?"

"One kid saved, 28 to go?"

"28? More like hundreds, thousands…"

"Yeah I know but you have to think about the ones you save, and keep thinking about them until you save more."

Dov looked up at his friend and smiled. "I know. Let's get out of here."

In the locker room Andy and Gail sat quietly changing. They put on their street clothes and with silent agreement they went to the penny. They were met by Traci who had already grabbed a table in the ever filling bar and Nick who arrived later than the others.

They sipped their drinks and chatted quietly. Andy knew the moment Sam had walked in with Oliver but she ignored him. And he knew it.

He watched her in the mirror on the back of the bar and realised the moment when she decided to leave. He finished his drink and wished his friend a good night then left.

Out in the car park he watched her leave with Traci. She waved her friend off them started to walk home. He caught up with her and matched her pace with his car.

"Hey, McNally…need a lift?"

"No." She continued to walk but he drove along the curb matching her pace.

"C'mon McNally, how long are you going to stay mad?"

"Mad?" she laughed. "I'm not mad, Sam. Mad implies that I care. Which I don't, so I'm not mad."

"So you are… happy?"

"Again, happy would imply that I care."

"So you're not happy?"

Andy glanced over at him and saw the smirk cross his lips and it made her blood boil. She sped up her pace and ignored him calling after her. Sam parked and jumped out of the truck and hurried after her. "Andy, wait, Andy!"

He took her arm and swung her round to face him. She met his eyes and refused to look away.

"I knew you were mad."

"Jesus Sam, don't you ever give up?" She shook her arm free from his grip and backed away to get more space between them. "I'm not mad, why would I be. We're not together; we never should have been in the first place! I wish I could just forget the whole thing ever happened."

"Andy…"

She backed off and started to turn away when the sound of squealing tires caught both of their attention. They watched as a black sedan came hurtling around the corner. Sam glanced at his truck and for a split second he thought it was in the way. He flinched in preparation for the crash but it never came. Instead the car continued on towards them.

That's when the rear window rolled down smoothly and the nuzzle of a gun came out.

AFTER

Sam was awake the whole time. She snuggled against him, let her hand rest on his chest, it snaked down his torso and slipped under the cotton material of his tee to trail soft circles into his warm skin. Her leg had come out from under the duvet and she causally draped it over his. Her snores were soft and even and it only made him hold her tighter. He rested his head against hers, inhaled her scent deeply as if he was unsure he would get another chance. He risked a soft kiss into her hair and they stayed like that as she slept.

2 hours passed before she stirred and he was awake for the whole time.

Slowly she started to come to. She moved like liquid against him, stretching her limbs out and rolled her neck around. When finally she settled she looked up to see him watching her.

"Hey…" she said, her voice barely audible, her limbs heave and almost unmoveable, not that she really wanted to anyway.

"Hi."

"I slept."

"I noticed."

She only seemed to notice then her leg that was strewn across his and her hand that was drawing lazy circles into the trail of soft hair that disappeared into his jeans. He however, was all too aware of her ministrations.

"Feeling better?" he asked as his hand came up to gently caress the bandage on her temple. She nodded, never taking her eyes off him. "And your shoulder?" She nodded again.

Sam was at a loss for words. He didn't know what he was supposed to ask, what he was supposed to say but he knew he had to keep talking if he wanted to keep her here in his arms.

"Sam…" she started to talk then seemed to think better of it. She shook the words out of her head and rolled away from him, letting her fingers touch him until the last possible second. Back on her side of the bed she let her legs fall over the side and sat up fully. Sam hated the cold draft that replaced her by his side so he stood up too.

"What's going to happen?"

"Sorry?"

"If I don't get my memory back, what's going to happen to me?"

"Don't think like that Andy," he said as he came round her side and sat next to her.

"I need to know Sam. I need to know something. Have something, tangible to aim for." She half turned to him and she didn't see the fear and despair her was expecting, instead she was expectant. Hopeful even. "So if it comes down to it…if I can't remember anything… what's going to happen to me?"

"You'll cope Andy. You always do." He brushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled at her. "No matter what's been thrown at your feet, you always manage to pick it up and run with it. I've never seen anyone or anything like it."

"You are…you are infuriating." She smiled at him. "Are you ever going to tell me what happened between us?" Sam laughed and she spied the beginnings of a blush creep up his neck. "Maybe I can guess…So we were dating…we must have been dating." Sam laughed again and leaned back onto his hands as she bounced excitedly on the bed beside him. "But then we broke up…so who broke up with who. I can't imagine it was mutual."

"I don't think this… this is the best conversation." He stood up and started to leave the room. She jumped up after him and followed. In the kitchen he opened the press and pulled out a bottle of red wine.

"Anyway, it wasn't mutual. In fact I'd lay evens down that pretty much nothing in our relationship was mutual."

"Pretty much?" He proffered her a glass of wine and she took it with a smile.

"Yeah, pretty much." She sipped her drink. "So I propose, your honour, that not only was it not a mutual break up but that I broke up with you."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"And why do you say that?"

"Well if it was you who broke up with me, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have let me sleep on you in there," she said as she tossed her thumb over her shoulder towards the room behind her. "But you did, Thank you for that by the way."

"It was nothing." He lifted his glass in cheers then sipped his drink.

"So am I right?" Sam smiled. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me?" Sam finished his drink and poured out some more. "So the doc said I need to surround myself with some familiarity." Sam nodded. He lifted the bottle and led her over to the couch. He topped up her glass then left the bottle onto the coffee table and settled back into the soft cushions. "And all this does have a certain sense of familiarity…" she gestured around the room and Sam looked at her expectantly. "And you." He lifted his eyebrows and turned to face her. "If my memory doesn't come back…what's going to happen to us?"

"Eh, I…um…I dunno." He admitted then looked away.

She put her glass onto the table beside the bottle then turned and took his glass off him to place next to hers.

"Look, I don't know what's happened or what's going to happen. But I do know that this, this moment right now is where I am. And I'm sitting here…looking at you, the only connection I have in this world right now."

"Andy that's not true, you have so many people looking out for you."

"Yeah Andy does. But it's you I'm sitting with right now. And I just…" her words faltered. He wanted to reach over and touch her face, stroke her cheek and offer her solace but he hesitated. He couldn't guide her into this decision. She needed to make it on her own. "I just wanted you to know how important that is to me. More important than anything!" Andy laughed at her words. "I know those words don't hold much weight these days but…yeah."

She looked down at her fidgeting fingers and blushed. The soft red hue crept up her neck to her cheeks and she smiled.

"Anyway…I better get home. Could you eh, call me a cab?"

"I'll take you."

She half expected him to argue for her to stay and tried to hide her disappointment. He grabbed his jacket and keys and led her out onto the street to his car. The journey to her flat was short and they made it in silence. When he parked at the curb outside her flat she all but leapt out of the car. He followed her and met her at the door. She fumbled with the keys, partly because of her nerves at seeing her empty flat again and partly because he was standing so close behind her. His strong hands came around her to reach for her keys. He held her steady and unlocked the door for her then gently pushed the door open.

She didn't move. She was frozen to the spot. She looked up over her shoulder and it was all he could take. He dropped his lips onto hers and kissed her. Her hand came up to pull his head into a better position and as his tongue slipped past her lips she turned in the circle of his arms and deepened the kiss further.

He pushed her back and followed her through the door then turned her as he closed it and pressed her against it. It was no use trying to resist her. He was lost. Sunken so deep he couldn't see the light of day. Her tongue rolled soft slow circles in his mouth much like the ones she was drawing on his stomach earlier. Her hands were either side of his face and his on her hips. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips over his jaw to his neck and pulled his tee aside to nip on her shoulder. Sam's eyes rolled back at the sensation and he couldn't help the moan he emitted. He felt her smiling in triumph against his skin and it caused him to fly into action.

Bending slighting he slipped one arm around his waist and the other under her ass then lifted her up to carry her across the room to her bedroom. Her bed was tousled an unmade but neither of them cared. He lowered her onto the mattress and kissed her deeply. Her fingers pulled on the cuff of his tee and yanked it up over his head. Sam leaned back and pulled it off completely then bent over her again and kissed her. His hands came up under her top. Her soft satin skin burned under his touch as his fingers slowly caressed his sides pushing her to higher and higher until she was forced to lift her arms over her head.

She winced as her left shoulder moved more than was comfortable, the bandage crinkling and straining.

"Shit! Shit Andy, I'm sorry!" He sat up away from her and looked down at her as she held her shoulder tenderly. "Are you ok?"

"Sam…I'm fine." She tried t pull him back down to her but he resisted.

"I shouldn't be doing this…" He rolled off her and sat on the bed next to her.

"Doing what? You haven't done anything yet." She sat up and slowly pulled her tee off over her head, gently lowered it over her shoulder then tossed it to the ground. She pushed him back into the mattress and straddled him. She leaned down to him and kissed him again and he revelled in the feel of the silk bra brushing against his chest. But it wouldn't compare to if it wasn't there. So his hands came up behind her back and unfastened it. This time taking more care he slid it off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Her hips squirmed over his pelvis in these slow grinding motions that were driving him crazy. He tried to still her with his hands but it was no use.

He sat up with her and rolled her over onto her back. He kicked off his own shoes then pulled off her sneakers. His fingers lingered on the cuff of her jeans as if allowing her a moment to stop him then he unbuttoned them and pulled them down but left her panties on. Her pants puddled at her feet next to his own and he crawled up the bed to hover over her again wearing only a pair of red boxer-briefs.

"Shoulder ok?"

"Mmm hmm." She reached up and nipped his chin. Her fingernails raked down his sides and she lifted her leg between his to press it gently across his groin. Sam lifted his hips so he was out of her reach and smiled at her as he leaned down to kiss a trail of wet hot kisses from her lips to her breasts. He lingered there for a few moments then continues his kissing trail lower.

His fingers curled around the edges of her panties and inch by inch he exposed her further until she was laid bare beneath him. He dropped her panties over his shoulder and lowered his face to kiss her where she needed it most. She gasped at the very touch of his lips and grasped the blanket as his tongue appeared to lick her.

"Sam…" she moaned his name and his heart ached to hear her say it again. His hand slid beneath her to angle her pelvis better then he hooked her legs over his shoulders and tried his best to get her to say his name again.

It worked. Better than he could have hoped. She moaned and writhed beneath him, he struggled to keep up with her as her hips bucked with nearly every touch of his lips and tongue. When he combined his tongue, hot breath and the reverberations of his humming it was her undoing. Her pants and moans became gasps and screeches as she arched beneath him and he rode the wave of her ecstasy.

When she came down she melted into the bed like a puddle of molten lava. He crawled up the bed kissing and nipping on her skin until he reached her head and lay next to her. He propped his head up on his hand and looked down at her. Her eyes were half closed and he wasn't even sure if she knew he was there.

"I'm not sure…" she began, her voice low and raspy. "But I think I remember that….from before."

"Really?" Andy opened her eyes and rolled her head to look at him with a single arched eyebrow. "Oh." Sam laughed.

"We did that a lot I bet." She rolled onto her side and pushed him onto his back. Without hesitation her hand travelled down his torso and slid easily passed the cuff of his briefs and grabbed him. He gasped and grabbed her wrist to still her hand. "So what would we usually do after? Snuggle? Sleep? Or something more?"

"Andy…" he tried to pull her hand out but her grip tightened around him and he gasped and let her wrist go.

"I'm betting you aren't really the snuggling type. And sleeping is only fun when everyone is done…"

She pulled her hand out and he signed at the immediate loss of contact. But she replaced his hand with her pelvis as she straddled him and slowly lowered herself against him. His hands immediately went to her hips and tried to guide her to the right position. The only barrier between them now as his cotton briefs and he never hated them more. She lowered herself to kiss him and he loved how her breasts felt against his chest. Her hips continued to move against him and he found himself pushing up into her as he held her hips against him.

She pulled his hands off her hips and pushed them up over his head. Then leaned off him and yanked his briefs down. He reached for her again but she batted them away as she straddled him hovering over him, waiting.

"Sam…" He forced his eyes to open and founder her watching him. She smiled, a crooked almost bashful smile that looked out of place as she straddled him, naked and hovering over his dangerously erect penis. Sam smiled back and she lowered herself onto him, never breaking eye contact. He held her eyes for as long as he could but as she moved above him, her hips stroking over and over in what he thought was the slowest motion known to man, he had to look away, he couldn't focus, he tried to grasp her hips again and this time she let him. She sat up, still moving around him and arched her back, making her breasts protrude out towards him.

He wanted to reach up to grasp them but he was afraid if he let go of her hips she would fall off. But to his delight, her own hands trailed up her torso and lifted her breasts, pinched her nipples and she moaned.

"Jesus Andy…"

He needed more. More pressure, better angle, tighter grip. He sat up and held her against him then flipped over and ever so careful of her head and shoulder he lowered her to the bed and thrust into her again. She braced herself with her ankles around his waist and he held her against him with one hand beneath her ass. With his other hand he gripped the headboard and it allowed him a tighter, stronger grip.

Their rhythm, that had started off so slow, suddenly sped up to a frantic speed. Each of them needing more, wanting more than just this, more than just the sensation of their bodies intertwining. Sam never wanted it to end. His skin tingled, perspiration sprouted all over his body but he dodged his release and he knew why. He was terrified to see a look of regret in her eyes, terrified he wouldn't get another chance to feel her like this, writhing and gasping beneath him her ankles joined at his back, her fingers raking over his skin.

This was the one moment he would take with him to the grave.

But it couldn't last. His leg started to cramp, his back started to ache and his head was pounding with the pressure of his holding on. He looked down to her face, her teeth bit her lips and she chose that moment to open her eyes and smile. And that smile, that was his undoing.

"Sam Swarek." The black van pulled up outside his apartment and the driver looked over at the passenger beside him. "You sure he lives here? Looks a little cheap."

"He's a cop moron, they don't get paid for shit."

"Okay, let's do this."

The passenger reached into the back seat and pulled out a gym bag. From the bag he took a mini gun and gave it to the driver then took one out for himself.

"What tome do you expect him back?"

"I'm not his fucking secretary!"

"So what, we're supposed to wait here till he comes by?"

"Yeah."

"Well, shit."

The passenger climbed into the back seat and settled in for the wait.

A/N: One more chapter should do it. :) Thanks for reading.