AN: Oh my goodness! I've been so busy recently guys. Thanks for waiting! Here's chapter 7! WARNING - a liiiiittle bit of bad language in this one!

Chapter 7

"Nick?" Andy whispered into the darkness two nights later, "Are you asleep?"

"How could I be when you're hacking up a lung every two seconds?" came Nick's sleepy reply.

Andy was silent, breathing hard through her congested nose.

"I'm kidding Andy," he said, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep," Andy said.

"Do you want me to go to the corner store and get you some Nyquil or something?" Nick offered, rolling over to face her in the bed they shared.

"No," Andy said, "No, I just want to talk."

"I can do that," Nick said, propping himself up on his elbow. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know that Sam asked my dad for permission to marry me?" Andy asked.

"What?" Nick asked, "Seriously? You're engaged?"

"Well no," Andy said, "He hasn't asked me yet."

"So how do you know?" Nick questioned.

"I overheard him talking about it to Sarah," Andy admitted.

"And how do you know that wasn't about one of his other four girlfriends he was talking about?" Nick asked, his tone joking.

"Haha," Andy said, rolling her eyes. She coughed into her elbow violently and lay back on the bed, hands on her ribs, trying to ease the strain of her non-stop coughing. "Hey Nick?" she asked.

"Go get the Nyquil?" Nick asked.

"Yeah," Andy wheezed out.

Nick gave a chuckle and rolled out of bed. "Want to come with me?" he offered as he flicked on a light and went to the dresser to pull out a pair of jeans. He pulled on a t-shirt and a hoodie and then pushed a ball cap on his head.

"It's cold outside Nick," Andy said.

"So no?" he chuckled.

Andy coughed again.

"Alrighty there princess," he laughed, "I'll be back in ten. Don't go anywhere." He patted her foot through the covers on the bed.

"As if," Andy scoffed, which started off another coughing fit.

Nick frowned and then made his way for the door.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knocking on the door.

Andy rolled out of bed and dragged her way to the front door. "Did you lose your key?" she called as she crossed the living room, flicking on the lights as she walked.

She unlocked the deadbolt and was just opening the door when it was kicked open, hitting her and making her stumbled backwards. She let out a cry as she tripped over the edge of the carpet and fell backwards, landing square on the coffee table and feeling the glass panel in the centre of it break, sending her crashing through it to the floor. She smacked her head on the floor and felt her vision cloud over momentarily as she tried to look up and see who it was. She struggled to push herself to her feet as the man shut the door and locked it firmly. He pulled a gun out of his waistband and held it level on Andy.

Andy fumbled for something, anything to protect herself with. Her fingers wrapped around a thick candle that had previously stood on the coffee table. She sucked in a deep breath and drew back her arm, throwing the candle square at the intruders head. It made contact and he cussed and bent over, clutching his head.

Andy pushed herself up off of the coffee table and ran towards the kitchen. She pulled the biggest knife they had out of the knife block and grabbed the frying pan that had been laying out to dry.

"What the FUCK?" roared the man from the living room.

Andy grabbed the landline phone off the counter and dialled 9-1 and was cut off when a bullet whizzed past her shoulder and lodged into the wall, the gunshot muted by the silencer on the barrel. Andy dropped the phone and whirled around, brandishing her knife and fry pan.

"What do you want from me?" Andy asked, "Money? Electronics? Just tell me and I'll give it to you, no questions asked!" she exclaimed, "Just don't hurt me. Please."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" asked the voice.

"Who the hell are you?" Andy demanded.

The man pulled off the ski mask that had covered his face and Andy's heart dropped into her stomach as she recognized Lance. "Come on Naomi, honey. Jack is already knocked out and in the back of our truck. Now either you come willingly or I put a bullet between your eyes and drag your skinny ass out of here."

"Lance," Andy pleaded, "Don't do this. Please. You don't want to do this."

"Oh?" he asked, eyebrow raised, "And how do you know what I want and don't want?"

"Lance," Andy breathed, backing away.

"Naomi," he chided, "Or should I say Andy McNally?"

Andy swallowed hard. "What?" she whispered, grasping for straws.

"That picture on my computer the other day, you don't think that was on accident, do you?" Lance asked with a smirk, "That was my idea. See, our boss recognized you. He's very good with faces you see. So we wanted to see what effect that picture had on you."

"I was horrified when I saw a picture of a little boy on your computer Lance. I thought you were dealing with older kids. Teens!" Andy whispered, shaking her head.

"I find it hard to believe you," Lance said, eyebrow cocked, "The boss seemed pretty adamant. And then your reaction to the picture…"

"Who's your boss?" Andy asked, with a groan, realizing that there was no point in pretending anymore.

"Anton," Lance said levelly.

"Hill?" Andy gasped out before she could stop herself.

A smile grew over Lance's face. "So you do know him," he chuckled.

Andy chewed on her lip, her heart pounding in her chest, trying to think of a way out.

"Imagine my surprise though, when we showed that kid a picture of you and he identified you as, not only Andy, but Auntie Andy. Dating his Uncle Sammy, a cop, from Toronto," Lance said, coming closer to Andy, "The cop from Toronto that was undercover in Mr. Hill's business, almost ruining the whole thing."

"You took Jackson on purpose," Andy said, realization dawning on her.

"We took Jackson on purpose," Lance said with a nod and a smirk, walking slowly towards her, "To draw out Sam Swarek. But instead we got you," he walked closer to her.

"Don't," Andy said, brandishing her knife.

"What are you going to do?" Lance asked, reaching out and pushing back Andy's hair with his hand.

Andy trembled as he put the gun against her temple. "Please," she said.

"We don't take well to undercover cops," Lance said, "Not well at all."

Andy sucked in a deep breath and swung her knife. It cut through the sleeve of his jacket and he swore and leaned down to investigate his arm, in which time Andy wound up and kicked him square in the groin and ran for the bedroom as Lance yelled out in pain. She slammed the door shut and locked it before running to the dresser and throwing on jeans and a t-shirt instead of her pyjamas and squishing her feet into her running shoes.

It was silent in the rest of the house as Andy pulled her cellphone out of the bedside table and pressed the power button. It slowly began to start up and Andy crept to the door. She pressed her ear to the thin door and strained for any sound.

And then without warning, there was a loud bang and the door flew off of its hinges, hitting Andy in the head and sending her sprawling out over the ground, phone sliding under the bed, knife skittering across the floor.

AN: Uh oh! Sorry for the cliffhanger! I hope this chapter was well worth waiting for. I'll try to update soon! Review, PM, the works!

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