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"Did you hear that?" She asks as she taps his back.

He tears his lips away from her neck and lifts his head, silently listening for whatever she's referring to. And then, he does.

"Shit," he says, getting up off of her and feeling under her nightstand where she has taped the key to her gun safe. "Call 9-1-1," he whispers as he goes to her closet and unlocks the safe. He loads her gun while listening to her give dispatch her address. As he moves towards the door, he notices her getting out of bed. "You stay here," he tells her.

"Sam," she argues.

"Andy, we only have one gun," he reminds her. "Stay here. Please," he implores.

"Be careful," she pleads.

"I will," he promises before slowly creeping down her hallway. When he turns the corner, the suspect from this morning is standing ten feet in front of him.

"Police," Sam shouts. "I have a gun and I will shoot you. Just get on your knees and you don't have to get hurt," he instructs.

"Where's McNally?" He asks. "McNally is supposed to be here. Where's McNally," he repeats as he starts to pace back and forth.

"She's not here, so just get down on your knees," Sam repeats.

But the guy doesn't listen. Instead he starts to babble on about nothing. He's stringing random words together that make no sense at all and Sam's pretty sure that no matter what he says, the guy is incapable of listening. But when he starts mumbling Andy's name over and over, Sam decides he's just gonna have to subdue him.

The guys is pretty feisty and it takes him a minute, but eventually he gets him on his stomach with his hands behind his back.

"Andy!" Sam shouts. And she's in the room within seconds. Yeah, she definitely wasn't waiting in her bedroom like he asked.

And the moment she walks into the room, the suspect starts getting agitated and desperately tries to wiggle out from under Sam while he continues to call her name.

Andy's mouth drops open a bit as she looks at the suspect's face and then back to Sam's, obviously surprised by their current intruder.

"Don't suppose you got any cuffs?" Sam asks as he tries to maintain his control over the guy.

"Uh… no, but I'll find something," she says before she disappears into her bedroom as the suspect continues mumbling her name.

She comes back thirty seconds later with a thin belt in her hand. "This should work," she says as she kneels down beside him and wraps the belt around the man's wrist as Sam holds them together.

"How did he get in?" She wonders aloud, after they've secured the suspect.

"Looks like he picked your lock," he says, gesturing towards her front door, which is still slightly cracked open.

"Shit," she replies as she looks over her shoulder.

"Tomorrow morning, we are going to get you a security system," he informs her, using his TO voice, so she knows it's a done deal.

"Yeah, probably a good idea," she concurs.

He nods his head before he gets distracted by the suspect beginning to struggle again. But, they don't really have much time to worry about the man getting free because moments later, Oliver and Dov are busting through the door. And when they do, they are both utterly shocked to find Sam kneeling on top of their suspect.

And yeah, the moment he sees their stunned expressions and the way their eyes are darting back in forth between him and Andy, he realizes that he's wearing nothing but his boxers and Andy is only wearing a thin camisole and super tiny cotton shorts. And it's 11 o'clock at night. So yeah, there's no talking their way out of this one. But honestly, Sam doesn't even care. He had been planning on talking to Andy about making things between them public, and well, now they are.

No one says anything for what feels like an eternity as Oliver and Dov continue to stare and the suspect continues struggling to get out of the belt's grasp.

"One of you cops gonna arrest this kid?" Sam asks, gesturing to the guy lying underneath him on Andy's floor.

"Oh uh yeah," Dov says as he kneels down and cuffs the suspect, before removing the belt.

"So… Sammy… fancy seeing you here," Oliver grins as Sam stands up to face his friend.

"Not really… I'm here a lot," Sam shrugs. Andy turns to look at him, his words having surprised her. Part of her thought he might try to talk his way out of this… although, she has no idea how he'd even begin to do that given that they're wearing just about nothing and it's almost midnight.

"Hm. Are you?" Oliver says, still teasing.

Sam rolls his eyes. "Yes," he responds. "McNally and I are… together, okay?" He says with a bit of exasperation. He's not exactly looking forward to all of the teasing he's about to endure.

And he can see that Oliver is a bit surprised by his words. Given Sam's history with no-strings relationships, he probably figured they were just sleeping together.

"You're together… Like really together?" Oliver asks, clearly taken back by Sam's choice of words.

"Yeah, we're really together," Sam confirms with another roll of his eyes.

"Wow," Oliver says. "Like together together?" Oliver clarifies.

"Jesus Christ. Yes," Sam says with obvious annoyance in his tone.

"Wow," Oliver says once again.

"You said that already," Sam points out.

"Yeah, I'm just… surprised," Oliver admits.

Sam shrugs and quickly glances over at Dov to ensure he's got control of the suspect before returning his focus on Oliver.

"Well, I'm a little hurt you didn't tell me," Oliver says with a fake pout.

"I was going to," Sam promises. And he doesn't miss the surprised look that crosses Andy's face, which honestly, surprises him. Did she still think he wanted to keep this a secret?

"Were you? Really?" Oliver asks skeptically. "I know you don't think I can keep a secret," he adds.

"It's not a secret." Sam assures him.

"It's… not?" Oliver asks, his voice laced with a bit of disbelief.

"Nope," Sam replies. "Right, McNally?" He asks, finally turning to look at her.

She gives him a grin and shakes her head. "Nope. Not a secret," she replies.

"So I can tell whoever I want?" Oliver asks, obviously trying to bait them.

"Whoever you want, brother," Sam replies with a pat on his back.

Oliver eyes each of them for a moment before a smile crosses his lips. "Well, I'm happy for you brother… Lord knows how you bagged this one, but I wouldn't let her go if I were you," he advises.

Sam glances over at Andy and smiles at her. "Not planning on it," he says, never taking his eyes of her.

She gives him a smile, before they are eventually shaken from the moment by the sound of the suspect screaming Andy's name.

"So what's the story here?" Oliver asks, pointing to the suspect.

"He was involved with a call we had this morning… looks like he's got a little crush on McNally," Sam explains. "He's definitely gonna need a psych eval," Sam adds.

"Yeah," Oliver agrees. "Alright Epstein, let's leave these two lovebirds to it," Oliver teases, causing Sam to roll his eyes.

"Goodnight guys," Dov says with a wave as he pushes the suspect out of Andy's apartment.

"Night," Andy calls out to them before shutting her front door and turning back towards Sam. She takes a few steps towards him and wraps her arms around his neck. "So… everyone's gonna know by tomorrow," she warns him.

"Yep, they are," he says with a nod.

"You sure you're okay with that?" She wonders.

"I'm okay with it," he assures her. "Been meaning to talk to you about it anyway," he adds.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah… it's not like I enjoyed keeping you a secret," he informs her.

"I always thought you preferred it that way… that you wanted to keep things private," she mentions.

"Nope… I want everybody to know you're all mine," he says as he places a few kisses on her neck.

Andy hmms and tilts her neck to give him more access. He kisses his way up her throat before he stops all of a sudden. "Are you okay with it?" He asks.

"Mhm," she nods, leaning her neck back towards him so he'll get his lips on her again.

"Good," he says with a nod. "And maybe now everyone will stop asking me to set you up with them," he tells her with his lips still hovering over her skin. He goes back to kissing her neck but she pushes at his chest to get a good look at his face.

"What?" She asks.

"Yeah, I know. Can you believe that? Do I look like a matchmaker to you?" He asks with obvious disgust on his face. He tries to get back to her neck, but she's not done with this conversation.

"You never told me this," she replies.

"Oh because you would've been interested?" He asks with a quirked eyebrow.

"Well… you never know," she teases. "I mean, who was it?" She wonders.

He rolls his eyes at her, but answers anyway. "Uh… there was Johnson… and Graham… and Andrews from 27… that EMT with the tattoo on his hand… that bartender that works the lunch shift at the Penny… I think his name is Patrick," he says.

"Oh, he's pretty cute," Andy says with a big smirk.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah and that EMT… his name is Dominic by the way… Gail calls him Sex- on-Legs," Andy informs him.

"Is that so?" Sam asks.

"Mhm," she nods. "So, who else?" She asks a moment later.

"Oh well, I definitely saved the best for last, McNally… You know Elliot from down in the morgue?" He asks.

"Is he the one who always puts seafood in the microwave?" She asks with a disgusted look on her face.

"That's him," Sam confirms with a smirk. "He was really interested for a while… he's probably still available if you want to give it a go," he adds.

"No thanks," she says with a shake of her head as she wraps her arms around his neck again. "But, still. Who knew I had so many options?" she quips. "Looks like you might have some competition, my friend," she teases.

"Oh yeah?"

"Mm… no," she says with a grin as she stands on her toes to give him a kiss. "Not even a little," she adds in between kisses, causing a grin to linger on Sam's lips.

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