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Moving On

Prompt: The moment when Luke realized Sam had her heart all along during their run together, and Sam and Andy getting together by choice, not because Luke cheated.

Featuring: Andy, Sam and Luke

Takes place between S1 & S2.

Andy was alone in her apartment starting to pack her possessions into the boxes Luke had dropped off earlier. She pulled some books off a shelf and piled them into a box. When she went back for another batch, the first book her hand landed on was Moby Dick. Last time she read it was college, but it was one of the classics so she could never bear to remove it from her mini library. She turned the book over in her hands as she shuffled over to the couch and sat down staring at it. All she could think about was Sam as she remembered finding the book on tape in his undercover apartment the day after she busted him.

Truthfully, he was all she could think about most of the time. She looked around her apartment at the empty boxes and wondered if she was doing the right thing. She tried to love Luke and she wanted to make things work. She really did because Luke was great to her. But her whole heart had never been in the relationship.

She didn't know if Sam felt the same way she did, especially with him pushing her toward Luke all the time. And then there was the fact he was her T.O. until recently and T.O.'s and rookies were forbidden to date. But he wasn't her T.O. anymore and she knew she had to see what might be there between them. After the Bergen/Landry drug bust, Sam had told her she didn't have to fake it anymore. He'd been referring to the job, but maybe she should take the same advice in her love life.

Andy got up to place the book back in its home on her shelf. Then she retrieved the books she'd already placed in the box and returned them to her shelf. She couldn't move in with Luke when she was about to break up with him.

The next morning, she arrived at the station extra early so she could talk to Luke. "Hey, have a minute?" she asked, walking into his office.

"Of course," he said with a smile. "Need any more boxes?"

She closed the door, not wanting an audience for this conversation. "Uh, no. The thing is, I can't move in with you, Luke." Now that she was face to face with him, she was finding the words harder to say than she'd imagined. She truly cared about him, but she wasn't in love with him. It wasn't fair to either of them for her to stay in this relationship when her heart was pulling her toward someone else, even if she wasn't sure that someone else shared her feelings. "I...uh, I don't really know how to do this..."

Luke tossed the pen he was holding onto his desk, realizing this didn't sound like a good conversation. "What are you trying to say, Andy?"

Andy swallowed the lump in her throat. "I can't do this. I can't be your girlfriend anymore," she finally said.

"Why? What happened?" he asked, standing up so quickly his chair rolled back into the wall. He walked around the desk toward Andy, but she took a step away from him, so he leaned back against his desk.

"It's just...there's someone else. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." Her fingers fidgeted nervously.

"Something did happen with you and Swarek, didn't it?" he demanded.

She shook her head. "Not like what you think, Luke. But the feelings are there and it's not fair to you."

"The feelings have always been there, haven't they?" he asked, much softer than his last question.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe. But I couldn't...Now that he's not my T.O., I can admit the feelings. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please believe me when I say that."

"I do. I'm sorry I couldn't make you happy," he said. He'd known there was something going on between Andy and Sam, even if neither of them would admit it to themselves. But he'd wanted Andy so much, he ignored all the signs.

"You did, Luke. I was happy."

They were both silent for several moments, before Andy walked toward the door. As her hand reached the doorknob, she glanced back at him one last time. "I'm sorry," she muttered, before walking out of the office. She took a deep breath as she walked toward the locker room, knowing she'd made the right decision. She was falling for someone else and was not going to "fake it" in her relationship with Luke anymore. She quickly changed into her uniform and headed to parade, the first smile of the day displayed on her face when she heard Frank say she was partnered with Sam.

The morning had been busy and it was nearly two hours into their shift before any personal conversations came up. They had just gotten some coffees to warm them from the chill in the air when Sam spoke. "So, how's the move going?" he asked, knowing Luke had asked her to move in with him weeks ago.

"Um, it's not," she replied before her fingers nervously attacked the side of her styrofoam cup.

He only glanced away from the road for a second to look at her, but Andy saw how wide his eyes had gotten. Sam was about to make a joke about their relationship, but the serious look on Andy's face made him think better of it. "You okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," she said, nodding emphatically. "I, uh...I decided I couldn't move in with him. I broke up with him."

"And you're really okay?" He couldn't believe she was taking the breakup so well. He thought she'd been so happy with Luke. It was why he always pushed her back to him; Sam just wanted her happy.

"Yeah. I just realized - " Andy was interrupted by their radio.

"All available units, respond to 150 Belmont Road for a hit and run."

Sam and Andy looked at each other, knowing it was only a few blocks from their location. Andy responded that they were on their way as Sam hit the lights and siren. No matter what Andy had wanted to tell Sam, they were both too focused on the job now to think about continuing the conversation.

After a hectic shift, everyone headed to The Penny, which was unusually busy for a weeknight. Andy sat with Traci, Chris, Dov and Gail at their usual table in the corner, while Sam, Oliver, Jerry, Noelle and Frank sat at the bar.

Several hours, and beers, later, Andy glanced over her shoulder at the bar where Sam sat with his friends. She'd tried all day to tell Sam why she broke up with Luke, but the words never came out. She thought about letting out little hints, but that seemed childish. Then she thought about blurting it out, but that seemed presumptuous. So, in the end she'd said nothing.

After Gail bought everyone a round of shots, Andy started feeling the liquid courage she'd needed all day. She walked up to the bar with the excuse of needing another beer, and chose the tight space between Sam and some stranger to lean onto the bar. There wasn't much room though, so she had to squeeze in so the front of her body was pressed against Sam's leg and arm. When he turned his head to see who was invading his personal space, Andy smiled coyly. "Sorry," she said with her lips curving somewhere between a smile and a smirk.

"Something I can get you, McNally?" he asked, not bothering to move an inch.

"Just getting a refill," she replied, waving down the bartender without taking her eyes off of Sam. He quirked an eyebrow at her, but neither said anything.

Oblivious to the world outside of the bubble her and Sam were in, Andy wasn't prepared when the guy behind her shifted on his stool and bumped into her, so she lost her balance. Falling toward Sam, her palms landed on his thighs and Sam's quick reflexes had his arm around her waist to steady her. He didn't miss the location of her hands and hoped he'd covered up the hitch in his breath when her fingers circled around his leg. "Might wanna slow down on the drinks," he teased.

"Ha," she deadpanned. Andy's cheeks were turning a dark pink, but not from embarrassment. Between the alcohol she'd consumed and her extreme close proximity to Sam, she was feeling very flush and she wondered when it got so warm in the bar.

Noticing something was wrong, Sam tilted his head down to meet her eyes. "You okay?" She shook her head slightly, suddenly not feeling so well. "Okay, c'mon," he said, sliding off the stool and pushing her slightly away from the bar. "Let's get you outside, get some fresh air." Andy nodded and let him guide her to the door with a hand resting lightly on the small of her back.

Once outside, Andy gulped in the cool, fresh air. "Thanks. Sorry, I just...all of a sudden..."

"Alcohol. Crowded spaces. It'll do that to you," he said, as she leaned back against the cold brick wall.

Andy closed her eyes and let out a small sigh. This wasn't how she envisioned things going when she walked over to Sam. "You don't need to stand here with me. I'm fine," she said when she opened her eyes again. The fun flirtatious mood she'd been in inside was sobered by the cold air and now she was just feeling embarrassed.

"Eh, you're saving me from another one of Jerry's long boring stories he likes to tell when he's drunk," he said, chuckling.

She smiled, but was finally feeling the cold air cutting through the thin shirt she wore. She rubbed her hands up and down her upper arms.

"You cold?" Without waiting for a response, he shrugged out of his jacket, which he'd grabbed on the way out the door. "Here, take my jacket."

Andy began to argue, but she could tell Sam wouldn't take no, so she leaned forward while he wrapped it around her shoulders. She felt a swarm of butterflies fluttering around her stomach. "Thanks," she said at almost a whisper. When she looked up, she found their faces mere inches apart. "Sam..."

Frustrated with himself for getting too close - both physically and emotionally - he pulled back suddenly. She just broke up with Callaghan and he didn't even know the reason; she could be sick of men and want to be alone. He had no idea. He needed to give her time. Time and space, he thought, taking another step back.

"Sam. Don't do that." Just when she thought he was going to lean in and finally kiss her, he backed away like he'd touched a hot stove.

He gave her a quizzical look, but didn't say anything.

"There's nothing in the way now." That internal debate between bluntness and beating around the bush was being answered as she hinted at the meaning behind her words. "I mean..." She took her time sliding her arms through Sam's jacket. "Earlier, I did it so we..." She stopped talking and closed her eyes. She didn't even know if there was a 'we' or if Sam even shared any of her feelings.

He was so quiet, Andy thought he'd left, but when she opened her eyes she found him standing impossibly close to her. One leg in between hers, just barely not touching her, one hand splayed against the brick wall next to her head, and he was staring directly into her brown eyes, an ever so slight upward curve noticeable on his lips. It had taken several minutes for her words to click, but he realized what she was having a hard time saying. The fun now was making her say it. "Go on. Earlier, you..." he prompted, his voice deep and husky.

Andy pushed out something between a sigh and a laugh. "Sam." She licked her lips, hoping he'd come even closer. "I don't want to talk."

Sam closed the distance between them until the tips of their noses were barely touching. "You sure about this? There's no going back."

She nodded, causing their noses to brush against each other. "I don't wanna go back." She closed her eyes and the next thing she knew her lips were covered by Sam's. It was light at first, but quickly deepened and she could taste the scotch he'd been drinking earlier. His free hand caressed the side of her face, while hers ran up and down his chest.

When the need for air became too great, he pulled back just enough for them to both gulp oxygen into their lungs. Andy smiled while her fingers played with his shirt. "I wasn't sure…I didn't know if you felt the same."

"I do," he said, nudging his nose with hers. "Have for a while."

"And you're not my T.O. anymore."

"Nope." His thumb brushed across her cheekbone as they stared into each other's eyes. "Wanna go back inside?"

Truthfully, she wanted to stay out here and keep making out with Sam, but knew they'd have plenty of time for that and should get back inside before anyone started to miss them. "I guess. Buy me a drink?" she asked, smiling.

"Only if I can give you a ride home later," he countered, his lips curving up in a smile to match hers.

"I think that can be arranged," she said as they headed toward the door. When they reached it, she stopped and turned around. Still smiling, she brought her lips to his for another kiss, this one much quicker than the last. When she pulled back, she bit her bottom lip, savoring the taste of him.

They finally walked through the door and found an empty spot near the corner of the bar, smiles on both their faces when she hopped onto a stool as he remained standing next to her. They didn't realize they were being watched from across the bar as Andy giggled at something Sam said and leaned into his hand that rested on the small of her back under his jacket, which she still wore.

Luke sipped his drink as his eyes stayed focused on the couple across the room. He'd seen her smile many times, but this was different; it was like it reached her soul. They were meant to be together. All he wanted was for her to be happy, but that didn't mean he wouldn't drink away his sorrows tonight for losing her.