So, uh, I'm not sure where to start. I spent my night bawling. Normally, because I live on the East Coast, I watch RB on Global at 8, then at 11 on ABC. But after last night's episode, I couldn't watch it twice. So instead, I made some wall decorations. Which is basically the term "Serve and Protect" and every second letter has a quote from a character. I mean, it's supposed to inspire me because I'm planning on going into law enforcement instead of writing or art.

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Completely unaware

Nothing can compare to where you send me

Lets me know that it's okay

Yeah it's okay

And the moment when my good times start to fade

Andy McNally was normally the character that would turn Sam off. She was a smart ass, childish, stubborn and naïve. Not to mention she always got herself into trouble. And she had a tendency to run at the slightest things. She had a heart that was too big and she cared too much. She made it her mission to get through Sam's walls, that he spent so long building up and she always succeeded. If someone had told him that he would end up marrying someone who fit that description perfectly, he would've given a choked laughed and explained your craziness.

He remembers Monica, whom of which he dated before going undercover trying to get Hill. She was simple, easy going. She didn't push him, she was calm, and she was not the innocent mind. They never fought, and everything was simple.

And Sam liked simple.

Until he met Andy.

Andy was complicated. Her need to push him was beyond irritating. She would never give him a break. She always fought with him. But at least they communicated. They fought more than what was healthy, but it was all worth it for those times where they were in perfect happiness.

And to think, he almost gave up on the woman that was currently in his arms, resting peacefully.

-Flashback-

"I was stupid to listen to some rookie's instincts instead of my own," he yelled at her, knowing fully well that this situation wasn't either of their faults. But he was grieving, so he put the blame on her.

"What are you saying?" she asked, cold, white air puffed from her lips. It was freezing outside. And it had been a long day. It was Jerry's funeral and it just made everything more real than he wanted it. Neither had even made it into her apartment before he started yelling.

"I shouldn't have followed you to the bartender, I should've went with Jerry." A beat of silence as his words registered. Her face became hurt, but she covered it to annoyance. But her eyes gave her away. He could see the tears beginning to brim, threatening to fall. Her bottom lip trembled and he was sure she was about to start crying.

But he didn't care.

He was hurting. Because of her. He shouldn't have followed her. But in the back of his mind, he knew that he thought it was the bartender as well.

"You're blaming me for Jerry," she accused. It wasn't a question, but a statement. She knew exactly where he was coming from. But it didn't make it hurt any less.

"I'm saying I can't be a cop and be with you," he finally confessed, breathing out.

Her expression changed from annoyance to acceptance and understanding. Which utterly confused him. He had basically just told her he was either quitting or leaving her, and she understood?

"You're grieving," she explained, as if she knew it all, "So I'm going to leave you alone so you can make your decision."

It killed her to say that, but with one final breath, she turned to leave. She took four steps before she heard his footsteps moving in the opposite direction. She stopped suddenly, turning, ready to give him one final piece of her mind.

"Y'know," she called into the night, "You're just like everyone else."

"What?" he asked, turning around so he could face her.

"Everyone just leaves me when things get tough. But don't worry, I'm used to it. I just didn't expect it from you."

And with that, she turned and left.

Hours later, a knock at her door pulled her from her slumber, or lack of. She groaned, hoping it was Traci looking for comfort. She felt horrible for hoping that, but she couldn't deal with Sam and Traci needed comforting.

She padded to the door, and not wanting to ruin the surprise, opened it. She wasn't very surprised when two strong hands pushed her back into the apartment and up against the wall. His mouth was slanted over hers before she could comprehend things. He was pushing her into the wall and then pulling her impossibly closer to him. His hands were on the small of her back and hers were tangled in his hair.

He pulled back first, both gasping for air. Once his breathing started to come under control, he cupped her face in her hands, making her look at him. Her eyes were still full of hurt, but she was still understanding. "Andy," he choked out, pausing to swallow. "If I had to choose between you and my job, I'd choose you every time."

"But Sam," she interrupted, "I can't ask you to throw away your career for me."

His grip on her face tightened, and he kissed her quickly. "I'm not throwing it away for you. I'm throwing it away for us." He put emphasis on the last words, punctuating his point. She only nodded, snaking her hands back into his hair.

You make me dance like a fool

Forget how to breathe

Shine like gold

Buzz like a bee

Just thought of you can drive me wild

He couldn't help but smile as wide as he could at the sight before him.

After he finally married Andy, he couldn't have waited much longer, he decided it was time to upgrade to a new house. He knew that he and Andy were going to start a family soon, and he only had one spare room. So after a month of looking, they settled on a four-bedroom house in the suburbs, a street over from Oliver's. The blue siding had faded, and the back deck was breaking, but he, Shaw, Epstein and Diaz had fixed it up. They also put in a playground and new shed. Sam didn't tell the guys, but it was a present for Andy, as she was bearing his first child.

But that was four years ago. Since then, they had expanded their family.

And now he sat on a bench in the side of the yard, located under a tree. The bench was hard and wooden, and slightly uncomfortable. But he didn't really care for that at the moment; he was too happy.

His wife was running around in the green grass, chasing after their two year old daughter, Anna. Their son, who was 4, was swinging on the playground with Leo, who, at age 13, took a surprising interest in Sam's kids. He wasn't complaining, he kept their son occupied.

His name was Jerry, as it was only fitting. Two years after their friend had passed, Andy had given birth to their son. It only seemed right to name him after their belated friend. He had a lot of qualities he knew Jerry would've approved of. He just wished his best friend could be there to witness it all.

Behind Andy and Anna, Barbara Best scampered behind in her six year old glory. Sam scanned the yard, spotting Diaz, arm draped around Peck, chatting with Oliver and Zoe. Collins was occupied with telling Nash of his tails from the military. Frank and Noelle were making their way over to the pair, hand in hand.

A flash of brown and black made its way from inside the house, scampering over to Andy and the girls. The dog barked and wagged his tail, trying to join in on the fun.

It still amazed him how Andy had convinced Sam to get a dog in the first place. Something about wanting her kids to be protected and Sam was so old he took five minutes to get out of bed. So much time, in fact, that he would never be able to chase someone down in the middle of the night. He reasoned that they were in a safe neighborhood, and Hey, I'm not that old. But she was persistent. Sam knew it was pointless arguing, and that Andy just really wanted a dog.

Neither of them knew anything about dogs, so they researched a bit, and decided on a breed. That's not true, actually. They couldn't make up their mind. So after much consideration, they allowed Jerry to pick out a dog from the pound, and Andy to pick one from a breeder, for protection purposes.

Now, the feisty young German shepherd chased his wife and daughter, barking and bounding. Casey was a handful, worse than the children, he'd say. He was full of energy, and Sam could keep up, but he didn't want to. Andy and the kids, on the other hand, loved the active pup. The kids always made a show of rough housing with him, and on a few occasions, managed to dress the dog up.

Sam preferred quiet, always had. He made some exceptions; his wife, for instance. He didn't regret it; he loved her more than anything. But he still liked quiet, which was probably why he bonded to the 8 year old American bulldog. The dog was deaf in one ear, and had a mean look to her. Her coat was a faded white with grey spots, making her age appear obvious.

But she enjoyed just sitting, which was what she was doing. Her front left leg was draped over Sam's right, head resting underneath his hand as he massaged circles into the folded skin. Every time Sam chuckled, or moved, the dog's stub of a tail would wiggle.

Andy caught his attention when she tripped over Casey, tumbling into the grass. Anna followed suit, jumping onto her mother. Barbara laughed, backing up as Casey circled the trio, barking. Sam couldn't help but smile. He never could. Everything this woman did made him smile.

You make me smile like the sun

Fall outta bed

Sing like a bird

Dizzy in my head

Spin like a record

Crazy on a Sunday night

Oh, you make me smile

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Sorry for the short chapter, guys. I'm at my mom's house with my sister, and they got MJ hyped up so he's running around thinking he's ninja. And I'm going to Jen's soon to make cake and cry over RB, so I have a busy day. Just thought I would fit in this chapter.