*You'll probably recognize a few lines from the show Obviously, I don't own anything, just borrowed the lines to help the story a little bit!

Chapter 10

"Sam?" Andy repeated, "What are you doing here? Where's Gail."

He had frozen the second she opened the door, the brown wig that she had on reminded him exactly of how she used to look and his heart broke all over again with how much he missed her and how much her leaving had hurt him. When she called him name a second time he snapped out of his trance. "What?"

Andy almost smiled, "I asked what you were doing here."

"I told Peck I'd come and get you. We need to talk." He pushed his way into her apartment. He looked around at the lack of furniture. He moved over to the door to her bedroom and his eyes took in the air mattress in the corner under the window. "Where's all your stuff?"

"It's still in storage." Andy said, "Seriously Sam, you shouldn't be here."

"It's fine. I know how to make sure I'm not followed." He turned to face her then, "We need to have this out and I'd rather do it when we're not on comm."

"Fine, you want to have it out, that's fine. But not here and not now." Andy said struggling to keep her anger in check. "Do you understand the danger you are in? We're going to the station right now and we are going to make sure your story is flawless."

"You can't keep running from this." He shouted at her then, "I have a right to know why you left."

Andy shouted back then, "What gives you the right to know anything Sam! You've done nothing but criticize my every move since I came back."

He looked at her incredulously, "You can't be serious right now; Of course I have the right. The last couple weeks we were together gave me that right."

"I'm not doing this with you now. We're not doing this now." Andy's jaw was clenched, "Not today."

Sam opened his mouth to argue.

"I mean it Sam." Andy snapped, "I cannot do this now." Without another word she grabbed her duffle bag and walked out of the apartment. When he finally followed she locked the door behind him and they wordlessly got in his truck.

The drive was silent, with tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. Everyone felt that tension as Sam and Andy walked in to the precinct.

Gail cornered Andy in the locker room a few minutes later. "What happened? I thought when Sam asked if he could come get you, you guys would talk."

"Well if you call screaming at each other talking. Then yeah, we talked." Andy said sarcastically

"I'm sorry Andy." Gail said, "I really thought it would be a good idea for you guys to talk before the op tonight."

"It's not your fault. I made it worse than it should have been." Andy sighed, "He does have a right to know, I'm just not ready to tell him everything. I need to get through tonight and the next couple days first."

By Andy's tone, Gail could tell that the topic was closed for the moment. She watched as Andy pulled off the brown wig and began to transform herself into Annie Clark. She slipped a tiny pistol in to the back pocket of her pants and two other guns into the holster she had slipped her arms through. She pulled on a knee length trench coat that would cover her extra weapons. She met Gail's eyes in the mirror. "I'm ready."

Andy met Sam in the parade room. They would have a few minutes to themselves to work out their story before the rest of the team would meet them for assignments.

Just outside the room a group of people had clustered together and were watching the scene unfold in the parade room.

"What are we looking at?" Dov asked walking up to the group.

"Andy's giving Sam their cover story." Traci said

"Do you see his face?" Jerry asked, "If looks could kill…"

"Did you see both of them when they walked in." Oliver asked, "McNally looked like she wanted to strangle him."

"According to Noelle, Sam just wants answers but McNally refuses to talk." Chris piped in.

"Doesn't surprise me. McNally doesn't like to be cornered and Sam keeps putting the pressure on." Oliver said

"Would you girls shut up."? Gail snapped, "I'm trying to hear what they are saying."

Back in the parade room and unaware of their audience; Andy was glaring at Sam as she paced the room.

"Well, since you insisted on ignoring what I asked you to do and you dragged yourself into this we better get your story straight so Damien doesn't have you killed." Andy said, clearly annoyed with the situation.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Don't worry about me. I can handle whatever he's got."

Andy clenched her fists. "Look, the most basic explanation is probably the best. We used to hook up and then when I moved we lost touch and we ran in to each other a couple months ago and picked up where we left off."

"Hook up? Really?" Sam said sarcastically.

"Yes, hook up. They wouldn't believe that we had a relationship." Andy explained

Sam was a little offended by that, "Why not?"

"Because I…Annie doesn't do relationships." Andy sighed deeply and finished her sentence in a near whisper. "Fear of being left and all that."

Sam's expression softened just a fraction. "Andy…"

"No." Andy held up a hand, "I'm not doing this."

Sam stared at her a minute longer, "You can't keep pushing me away. It won't work. I'm not going anywhere." He said crossing his arms of his chest

"Sam, please." Andy pleaded. "Just go get ready."

"Stop!" He burst out suddenly, "This is ridiculous. You are acting stupid."

"How dare you!" Andy shouted, "You have no idea what I've gone through this year!"

"And, whose fault is that?" Sam shouted back, "No one forced you to leave and stay gone for a year."

"Ugh!" Andy threw up her hands; "I am so tired of having this same conversation with you. I don't know how many times I have to say, 'not now'. So let me try this one more time, slowly since you apparently don't understand. I CANNOT DO THIS NOW."

Andy stormed out of the room, past the onlookers who all tried to look busy. When she past them they turned back to the parade room just in time to see Sam hurl a chair across the room. Still pacing he had his hand on either side of his head, before finally stopping and slamming his hands down on a table, "Son of a bitch."

"Uh, Sam?"

"What!" He shouted, then seeing it was only Oliver, "Oh, sorry man. It's been a rough couple of days."

"Yeah, I heard." Oliver said, "Look Sammy, we don't have a lot of time before you and McNally have to go, but you really need to give her a break right now."

"She's acting ridiculous. I mean did you hear what she said in the car about being shot and stabbed, how am I supposed to react, really?" Sam said incredulously

"I hear you, man. And, honestly I really do agree. But what McNally needs right now is for you to drop it so she can focus on getting through this whole mess alive so she can start fixing her life." Oliver said.

"Ok, Dr. Phil." Sam said sarcastically

"I'm serious Sammy." Oliver said, "I know your pissed and a little remorse from her for what she put you through would be nice. But you remember the last time you and McNally went undercover, how dangerous it was. You both almost died. This is so much more dangerous. You've got to cut her some slack, she's just trying to focus on one thing at a time."

Sam sighed, "I know your right, but man I just want to strangle her with some of the things she's been saying."

Oliver grinned, "That's a woman for you." The two men laughed, "Alright, let's get you ready."

Andy felt a familiar sense of déjà vu as she stood between Sam and Oliver in the parade room, listening as Best, Jerry and Boyd gave the rest of the team their assignments and placements. She watched Sam out of the corner of her eye; her heart was racing in fear for him.

"Ok, Officers Swarek and McNally; posing as a couple are going to meet Damien and the rest of his crew at the warehouse on the pier. Now, we don't know if they will be separated or if they'll be kept together through the buy. So be on the lookout for any surprises." Jerry said to the group, "We've got Officer Williams and Peck and Detective Boyd heading up the cover teams. They'll give you your specific assignments."

Best stepped up then, "From this point forward there will be no cell phone calls, no texts, no e-mails. Nobody contacts anyone not on their team. We've got one chance to do this and one chance only. McNally has been laying the foundation for this all year. So let's do it. Lets go."

The officers separated and moved to meet with their assigned cover team leaders. Gail moved away from her group and quickly grabbed Andy and pulled her out of the parade room. "Look, you know me. I really never had a real friend before you went undercover and the shit hit the fan and I found you. So if you can please do me a favor and stay alive, I would really appreciate it."

Andy laughed and pulled Gail into a hug, "I promise. No funny business."

Sam cleared his throat as he walked up to the two women. "McNally. You ready?"

Andy turned to him and an unspoken understanding passed between them, "Of course."

They walked together outside to the SUV; Andy sat in the passenger seat while Sam drove. They were silent, but every once in a while they would glance at each other out of the corner of their eyes. They were almost to the warehouse when Sam finally spoke.

"Come on, I want to hear you say it."

Andy looked at him confused, "Say what?"

Sam smiled at her when the stopped at a red light, "That your scared, that you don't think you can do it. Whatever it is, come on. Get it out now."

In all the surveillance vans and everyone in the 15 and a few other divisions that were helping out, who were on comm, looked at each other confused.

But Andy laughed, "Seems to me we had this conversation the last time we went undercover. I think I told you I was tired of feeling like I was never ready for anything and that I was constantly faking. Which is ironically fitting right now."

Sam smiled, his dimples flashing, "And what did I say to you?"

Andy smiled what felt like her first real smile in a year. She could remember like it was yesterday word for word what he said to her. Just as Sam pulled to a stop in the parking lot beside the warehouse, she spoke. "You said, 'McNally, listen to me. I've been with you since you started and I've seen how far you've come and I'm telling you right now there's no one I'd rather go through that door with. So if you can't trust yourself on that, then trust me. 'Cause you're ready.' " She turned to face Sam, "I did you know. Trust you. I don't think I would have been able to get out of the car that day if it wasn't for what you said to me."

"Did trust me?" Sam asked

"Do trust you." Andy amended, "And, I'm sorry. I haven't been very fair to you since I got back."

Sam pulled her to him then, "After tonight, we've got all the time in the world to fix everything."

She leaned in to kiss him when a sharp knock at the window made them jump apart. Andy rolled down the window. "What do you want Marky?"

"Damien's waiting for you."

"Ok, we'll be right in." Andy sighed and rolled the window back up. She and Sam got out of the car and Sam reached for her hand, hoping to calm her. It unnerved him as he watched her transform into Annie Clark. Together they walked to the pier and into the warehouse.

"Ah, the lady of the hour has arrived." Damien said sarcastically, "With her boyfriend. And your name is?"

"Scott Matthews." Sam said calmly

"Well Mr. Matthews. Right this way." Damien pointed to a room to his left.

Andy's grip had tightened on his hand, although her facial expressions hadn't changed. To calm her, he leaned in a gave her a quick kiss, "See you in sec babe."

She pulled him back to her and wrapped his arms around her underneath her coat. "There is a small pistol in my back pocket, grab it." She whispered. She kissed him again and felt him remove the gun.

"Mr. Matthews." Damien said again, clearly annoyed

"Yeah, I'm coming." Sam said and moved away from Andy.