A/N: I really appreciate and sincerely regard each and every review; so please keep them coming! So sorry, I did not get this outlast night – luck was not on my side.

Disclaimer – I own nothing Rookie Blue.

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Sam pulled into his driveway ten minutes later. The ride was spent in relative silence, but their hands never unclenched. Andy broke the grasp as she reached to undo her seatbelt and open the door, but Sam stopped her.

"I'm just going to grab a few things. Wait here, I'll be back in two minutes", he couldn't help but throw in a little dig, "Make sure to be here when I get back"

"Ha" was all Andy snorted out, in an attempt to portray that she did not find any humor in his comment.

She sat and waited for him, nervously fidgeting with her watch, the stereo and her hair. He returned quickly, as promised, with an overnight bag, which he threw in the back of the truck. He walked around the back to the driver's side, climbed in, and immediately regained her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.

"Where are we going?" she wondered aloud.

"Your place" he replied dryly without taking his eyes off of the road.

"Why?"

"I figure if we go there you can't really run away, and I, for one, am sure as hell not leaving this time", he said with a tight smile, yet not a hint of amusement crossed his face.

She just shook her head and peered out the passenger's window for the duration of the quick ride. They arrived at Andy's condo five minutes later and both took a seat on the couch. The silence was starting to become uncomfortable, which prompted Sam to speak up.

"Soooooo…," he drawled, nervously running his palms over the dark denim on the top of his thighs"….where do we start?"

"I'm not sure" she replied honestly.

Sam thought for a minute. "Andy, tell me what you thought about for the past few days. How did you feel? Tell me what you are feeling right now" he basically pleaded.

"I thought I made that pretty clear tonight with the song" she offered meekly with a quick shrug of her shoulders.

Sam looked deep in her eyes and his face stiffened with seriousness. "I need to hear you say it."

They sat there, staring at each other, silently for what felt like an eternity. She didn't speak, and he did not back down. Andy's nerves finally got the better of her, and she stood up, fidgeting, her body language definitely awkward and uncomfortable. Sam followed suit rising from the couch, and turned to face her. Their eyes met and they just stared at each other for another moment. Andy turned her back to him, forcing herself to look away from his intense gaze. She closed her eyes tightly, dropped her head and swallowed deeply.

"I miss you" she admitted, with a shaky voice.

He took a step towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent and slightly nudging his nose against her head breathing in her hair, before he also took a deep gulp.

"I missed you too."

She turned into him and looked deep into his eyes. Her glanced traveled down to his full plump lips and then again to his eyes. She raised herself to stand on her tip toes and planted a quick, small, loving kiss firmly on his lips. Her eyes could not hide the hurt and disappointment she felt when he quickly backed away; reacting as if he had just been burned. He held her at arms length, and fixed his piercing eyes on hers.

"Andy, we need to talk about this."

"I know" she admitted with an exasperated sigh.

They both settled back down onto the couch, keeping a respective distance from each other. The tension in the air grew thicker with each second that passed by with unspoken colloquy. Andy finally spoke first; her words were simple and her voice was sorrowful.

"I made a mistake, Sam. I'm sorry."

"What exactly are you sorry for, Andy? For not wanting to live together, for kicking me out, or for deciding on your own that we 'broke up'?"

He knew his words were direct and a bit harsh, but he needed the clarification. If they were going to move forward from that point, he decided that there could not be any more unspoken words or banter left open to interpretation. This was too serious for that. Too much depended on it.

"I decided we broke up?" she questioned in an authoritative tone, before pointing out, "You were the one who threatened me about leaving, and you were the one who took all of your stuff out of my place and left they key on the table with out so much as an explanation or note or anything!"

Sam fell silent. He knew she was right. It was just as much his fault as it was hers. Regret and guilt washed over him and he tried hard to swallow the large lump that had promptly formed in his throat.

"I regret that day too, sweetheart, and you're not the only one to blame" he said, reiterating the words that she had sung earlier, with a soft voice full of obvious affliction. "I was hurt and honestly, scared that I could lose you. I'm sorry, Andy, I acted stupidly and I was immature about the situation. I never should have taken a thing from here – I should have waited for you and worked this out the first day" he added, "and Andy – I never moved on."

"Sam I was just so scared that you would leave me. I know it is stupid now, but at the time, the only thing I could think is that we would move in together, you would get sick of me and leave or worse…" she trailed off her eyes quickly darting towards the floor.

"…Like Callaghan?" Sam said, completing her thought. "Andy I would never do that. Never."

He paused, and curled his fingers under her chin to bring her head up. When their eyes met, he continued, "God Andy, don't you see? It took me two years to finally get you. Do you think I'd ever let you get away that easily?" he asked with a coy grin.

She shrugged and a small smile started to break the barrier of her pursed lips. "I guess not"

"I told you I am there when it matters, and the truth is, Andy, every day, every minute I spend with you, every second that I know you're mine… matters. I love you."

Andy let out a deep sigh of relief. "God, I love you so much Sam. I don't want to want to wake up another day not in your arms. I promise that I will never run from you again. The truth is, when I am with you, it is the only time I feel secure, certain that I – that we - can do anything as long as we are together."

"Andy…' Sam breathed out her name in a deep husky voice.

She cut him off continuing her speech, "I can't imagine my life without you in it…" she said with a bright smile and a telling wink, "…and I swear, Sam, if you give me the chance I will never let you go again."

Sam just sat and stared at her wide eyed for a moment, taking in everything she had just professed to him. He blinked a few times and then opened and closed his mouth several times, words failing to come out. He then closed his eyes and let her words really sink in; he never wanted to forget a single one of them. The truth is that, those words, or any variation of them, was all he had been longing to hear from her for the better part of two years. He could feel his heart swelling within his chest.

He opened his eyes again to find her eyes scrutinizing his face with wonder and anticipation. He shifted slowly towards her and used both hands to cup her face. His looked deeply into her eyes, as if he were trying to read into her soul. They reflected truth, love and desire back at him.

Andy was starting to feel self conscious amidst his silence, so she started to speak again, "Sam, I, ummm…."

He smiled at her and cut her off by holding up his pointer finger against her lips.

"Andy?"

"Hummmm?" she murmured against his finger

"Enough talking"

He moved in and kissed her with an open mouth as if she were his lifeline, his only supply of breath. The kiss was slow and inviting, full of reverence. She inhaled deeply and returned the kiss with equal sentiment and intensity.

They pulled apart after what felt like an eternity, and leaned their foreheads against each other's. Sam kissed her lips again quickly and stood up, grabbing her hand and bringing her up with him, their eyes never parting.

"Well, I am back home with you now…" he said with a subtle smirk, "...so here's your chance"

He winked, and gave her his best dimpled grin. She blushed and bit her lower lip before grabbing both of his hands and pulling him towards the bed.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this one. I tried to capture the sentiment, while also staying true to the characters – I hope I pulled it off. I am sorry if the makeup seemed too quick or easy, but any more angst would have killed me. LOL

Let me know what you want to see in the next chapter, please. I think I am going to pick up exactly where I left off and describe the bedroom scene, but I am not sure exactly how far to take it. Please review, and let me know what you want ;-)