Decided to post this chapter a little early for katesari: happy birthday! Here's my present to you :) Hope you like it.
Hope the rest of y'all like it as well!

It was dark and damp inside the haunted clown house.

Andy kept taking shallow breaths, trying to keep from panicking.

She looked behind her, but it was too dark to see if Sam was following her, and it was too loud to hear anything.

She had no choice but to keep stumbling forward in the dark, praying to find an exit. Praying that Sam was still behind her.

Something jumped out in front of her and she jumped before realizing it was just a stupid cut out of a clown, bathed in red lights that jetted from the floor.

She thought she was going around in circles and she turned around helplessly before she caught site of a doorway of light and she ran towards it.

Just then a shadow stepped into the doorway and she instantly tried to backpedal, but the figure grabbed her arm and pulled her into the light.

It was Oliver Shaw, and she had never been happier to see him.

She collapsed into his arms, getting her breathing under control.

"Andy, are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded, not concerned in the tiniest bit for her own safety. "Sam was right behind me," she explained.

She turned back towards the opening, expecting Sam to come barreling through at any minute. They both stood there, staring at the opening, but no one came out.

When it became evident that no one else was coming through the door, Oliver took Andy by the shoulder and started to drag her through an opening in the fence that the cops outside had made. They were continuously ushering more cops through the opening.

"Sam's still somewhere in there," Andy protested, stopping short. "I can't just leave him in there."

"Listen, McNally," Oliver said, facing her. He looked down at the used to be rookie that he had had her first day on the job. She had been so unsure then, but still, she had more promise than the other rookies, he had always thought. "It's Luke in there. He's gunning for you. Sammy would never forgive me if he knew I let you go back in there, especially with no weapon."

Gripping her shoulder again, he started making his way towards the gap in the fence once more.

Andy loosened the tense feeling in her shoulder, acting like she was complying, but as soon as Oliver gave her a little leeway; she shook him off and took off in the opposite direction.

"Sorry, Ollie, I've got to do this!" she called over her shoulder.

She ended up in the middle of the park. The dirt path that had been crowded with people not even an hour before, now deserted.

She listened intently for any signs of Luke or Sam, because by now, she knew that Sam had been caught.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, she cursed herself. She should have figured it out a long time ago. If anything happened to Sam, it would be her fault.

No, she couldn't think that way. She would find him, and he would be safe, and everything would be okay. But even she wasn't that naïve.

She crept forward, each step she took in the dirt crunched too loudly in her ears.

She rounded a corner and saw them there. Sam was on his knees in the dirt and Luke held a gun not even a foot away. He was waving it carelessly and shouting at Sam, but he kept it aimed at his head and Andy could tell his finger was itching to pull the trigger.

Andy carefully surveyed the scene. She needed to get behind Luke, tackle him from behind. It was the only chance she would get.

She crept back and ran down the path she had just come up; looking for the Ferris wheel she had seen behind Luke.

She skidded to a halt when she reached the Ferris wheel and she crouched behind the thick metal plates that were there.

She cautiously peered around her hiding spot, making sure Luke wouldn't see her. Good, his back was to her. She wanted to get Sam's attention, to let him know that she was there and she would be getting him out of this. But if Luke saw her, they would both be toast.

In the distance, she could hear sirens. Finally, some cops who could actually help. But by the time they stormed the park, it could be too late. And she wasn't willing to take that chance.

Andy hesitantly stood up, making sure at least part of her was shielded by the thick metal, and waved to get Sam's attention.

She saw him look over and then quickly look away so as not to alert Luke of her presence. But she saw his grim expression and she knew he wasn't happy with her coming back to risk her life.

Well that was tough. She wouldn't be walking away without him. She had no life without him.

Andy was now close enough to hear what Luke was yelling at Sam, who just smirked up at him, seeming like he couldn't care less.

Andy knew he was probably just putting up a brave front. Sam was reckless, but he feared losing his life as much as the next guy. These kinds of situations got his heart pumping, which he liked. He thought it was 'fun.' She remembered the time she went undercover as his girlfriend Edie. She had called it terrifying, he described it as fun.

"Andy is mine, asshole. Get it through your thick skull, Sammy boy," Luke was saying now.

Sam looked up at him slowly, not wanting to move too fast, lest he get trigger happy. "She never loved you, Luke. You were just too blind to see it. You also lost your only chance with her when you cheated on her. That was a smooth move."

Andy was alarmed, wondering what he was doing. Did he want Luke to shoot him? It took her a minute, but then she realized that Sam was keeping Luke busy so she could get behind him, and hopefully take him down. She didn't want to think of what would happen if she failed.

So, failure wasn't an option.

Andy crept forward, leaving her cover behind. She watched the ground and Luke interchangeably; she didn't want to step on anything that would make Luke turn around.

Her heart was in her throat, but she refused to look at him, not until he was safe. She needed to stay objective. She opted for listening to him talk. She loved the sound of his voice, just listening to him talk. He could talk about something so mundane, but coming out of his mouth, she would hang on to every word.

Luke was getting angrier at Sam's words; Andy could see that, even from behind him and she knew she needed to pick up the pace, while still managing to keep silent.

"I can love her- I do love her, I can keep her happy. And I want to spend the rest of my life with her. I'm pretty sure she feels the same way, on all counts. I don't see why you can't just let her be happy for once." He paused. "Oh wait, it's because you're a selfish coward, who would rather see Andy die, than let her live without you."

Luke had finally had enough, advancing on Sam, pistol whipping him on the side of the head. Sam toppled over, his cheek pressing on the dirt and rocks as stars exploded behind his eyes. Luke raised the gun, not wavering this time.

Andy knew she had to act now. Forgetting her stealth approach, she ran full force at Luke, letting out a pent up scream.

"Andy, no!" Sam cried, sitting up, watching in horror.

Luke turned around for a second, completely caught off guard. Instead of shooting her, as they both expected, Luke kept his gun steady on Sam.

Andy felt like she was running through quicksand, like her legs were made out of lead. Her worst nightmare was unfolding before her eyes.

She was just close enough and she launched herself at Luke with all her might. She tackled him, but a shot echoed through her ears anyway.

She didn't give herself time to think as she saw Sam topple over for the second time. Only this time, he didn't get up right away.

Andy went after Luke with renewed vengeance, nailing swift punches to his face until his nose spurted blood and he loosened his grip on the gun. She wrestled it out of his grasp and held it, standing over him, pointing it down on him.

She wanted to pull the trigger, she realized. A life for a life. He didn't deserve to live for what he did to Sam.

That's when she heard it, the faint calling of her name from the side.

He's alive! she realized, and tears leaked from her eyes.

Cops with guns drawn came rushing in, securing Luke. Andy was shocked to find Oliver among them. He wasn't in full uniform, just with a gun and vest.

He went to her side. "I told you I wouldn't let you go in alone, rookie." He glanced back at Sam, who was lying on the ground, but writhing in pain. "Go," he said, but she only saw his mouth move, not the words.

Woodenly, she walked over to him, so grateful and in shock at almost seeing the man she loved die, that she collapsed by his side.

"You…saved my life," he gasped.

She couldn't talk. She just grabbed his hand and held on tight as they loaded him in the ambulance, insisting that she was coming and there was nothing they could do about it.

A paramedic strapped and oxygen mask over his nose and mouth and instructed him to breathe deeply. An IV was also strapped to his finger.

He lifted the oxygen mask to say something and Andy leaned in close.

"Riding in the hambulance," he whispered, a hint of his smirk crossing his face.

"Shut up," Andy said, not able to stop the smile that spread across her face. He was going to be okay.

Sam finally let his eyes drift close, but he never let go of Andy's hand.

Whew, what an intense chapter, huh? Well you can all breathe a sigh of relief. Our Sammy's a fighter and he wouldn't give up that easily.