AN: Thanks for the reviews. Thanks for reading. I love you all to pieces. I am almost completely finished writing this story. I only have the last chapter and for those who've read Welcome Back, McNally, you know how exciting that chapter is. I can't wait to get my hands on it from Sam's POV.

Another reminder, I started a story called He's Awake and I think you should all give it a read. I just posted the fourth chapter, and there will be more to come!

Sam left the station after taking a shower and climbed into his truck. He had worked most of the day and well into the night on a case that was finally closed. As he settled into his truck, Traci walked past, waving and he nodded in her direction. He waited for her to pull out of the lot and drove out himself. He was beyond exhausted and he was annoyed. The asshole that they caught threw a bag of trash at him and its contents ended up all over him. Luckily, he had a change of clothes at work, but it didn't change what had already happened.

He drove straight to Andy's in the dark and parked in the only open spot. He walked inside and let himself into her condo, sliding his shoes off near the door. He continued to her room where he left his clothes in a neat pile and got into bed with her.

"What the hell?" She asked, sitting up. "Sam?"

She turned the light on and looked over at him. "Sorry," he said quietly. He didn't mean to scare her.

"What happened to you?" She asked, covering her nose with her hand. "What is that smell?"

"Come on," he grunted, getting out of bed. "I already took a shower at the station."

"But what happened, Sam?"

"I was chasing some guy down an alley and he threw a bag of trash at me," he explained, scratching his chest and avoiding eye contact.

"It's bad," she laughed and he looked at her, completely emotionless. "I'm sorry. I know it's not your fault."

"Thanks, Andy," he laughed. She got to her knees and rested at the edge of the bed to kiss him.

"Sam, it's fine," she told him, pulling on his arm. "Get back in bed and get some sleep. It's late."

"Fine," he said, crawling back into bed.

Sam woke up late the next morning and immediately took a shower. He knew he smelled, but he was ready to climb back in bed as soon as possible. When he got out he heard his cell phone ringing. He found it in the back pocket of his jeans and sat down on the edge of the chaise.

"Frank?" He said answering the phone.

"I know you had a late night, Sam, but I need a favor," Frank said and Sam let his head hang.

"Sure," he said.

"I have a friend who says she was robbed. Shaw and Epstein are on their way there now. Can you and Nash check it out?"

He looked at the alarm clock on Andy's bedside table. "Yeah, I'll give her a call," he told Frank.

"Thanks. I'll text you the info."

"Okay, Boss."

When he hung up, he laid back and ran his hand over his face. He took a couple of deep breaths, hoping that would wake him up. When that didn't work, he went to the kitchen and smiled at the coffee pot that Andy had left half full. And it was still warm.

After he drank that and got changed he called Traci. "Hello?" She said groggily.

"Sorry to wake you, Nash," he said sitting on the edge of the bed. "Frank needs us to help a friend out."

"You've got to be kidding me," she whined and he shook his head to himself.

"Not kidding," he sighed. "I'll pick you up in ten minutes, okay?"

"Yeah," she sighed. "See you then."

Sam stood up and slid his phone into his pocket and looked around the room. He threw his dirty clothes into the hamper and made a note to do the laundry before the end of the week. Andy was always doing their laundry, it was probably time for him to do some.

When he picked up Nash, he handed her a coffee and she took it without a word. When she was finished gulping a good amount down, she smiled and he drove toward the address Frank had sent him.

"Thanks," she said and he nodded. "You know, sometimes I really hate our job."

"You know, me too," he said, pulling up to the house behind the cruiser. The owner was outside on the front steps. "Ma'am, I'm Detective Swarek and this is Detective Nash."

"Thank you for coming," she said frantically. "There are officers clearing the house, but whoever was here could still be in there. I swear he's still in there."

"Okay, calm down," Nash said gently. "Let's step inside. They're upstairs now," she told her, pointing to Oliver in a second story window.

Sam followed them inside when another cruiser pulled up behind his truck. He stuck his head outside and saw Andy. "McNally, Peck, go around back and make sure it's clear. Shaw and Epstein are clearing the upstairs," he called and they both nodded, drawing their guns.

When he got back inside, the owner of the house was breathing heavily. "I don't want to be in here," she told them. "They could still be in here."

"Okay," Sam said, turning around and rolling his eyes. The three of them walked back to the front yard while Oliver and Dov walked down the stairs with their guns holstered. The house was clear.

Andy and Gail passed them and walked into the house while Traci and Sam listened to what the owner was telling them. According to her, while she was showering, someone had come in and stolen her engagement and wedding rings right off her dresser. If she wasn't a friend of Frank, he wouldn't believe a word of it. The house look untouched.

"I'm going to send Peck and McNally back out," he told Traci when they finished listening to the victim. "Get anything else you can," he said quietly so just she would hear.

When he walked inside, he found the four officers in the living room. "Peck, McNally," he said and they both turned to him. "You two should head out. I don't think there's any reason for six of us to be here. There's no reason for me to be here at all."

"Okay," Andy said. She was watching him and he gave her a tight smile. "Call us if you need anything."

Sam nodded and watched them leave. "What do you think, Brother?" Oliver asked and he turned to the remaining officers.

"I think I should be in bed," he told him and Oliver nodded. "I don't know," he said then. He looked out the window at his partner. "Let's see if she has anything else she can tell us."

The three of them walked out the front door and joined Traci and the victim. Just as they all got there, her cell phone rang and she excused herself to sit on the front steps.

"How's it look, Nash?" Oliver asked.

"I don't know," she shrugged, letting out a yawn. "Sorry. She says we should look into her ex-husband."

"That's as a good a lead as we'll get," Dov said and Traci nodded. "Name, address?"

"Sam and I will take that," she said. "Take the neighbors, okay?"

Oliver and Dov nodded, heading to the next door neighbor's house. Sam and Traci walked over to the victim and she hung up the phone. "My sister's on her way over," she told them.

"Great," Traci smiled.

"We're going to go check out your ex," Sam told her. "Is there anything you could tell us about him?"

She told him everything she could think of. As she finished, her sister joined them.

"Thank you," Traci said, sliding her notebook into her back pocket. "We'll do our best."

"Thank you."

Sam and Traci climbed into his truck and he drove off toward the address given. "Dov just texted me," Traci announced and he nodded. "Says that multiple neighbors saw the same man enter and leave within ten minutes. No clear description, but from the pieces they got, it could be the husband."

"Good," Sam said, pulling up outside of an apartment building. When they got to the suspect's door, there was no answer. They tried again, but got nothing. "Great, this isn't going to be easy."

After he booked the husband that had, in fact, let himself into the house and stole his ex-wife's jewelry, Sam went back to his office.

"Come on," he said to Traci. "I'll take you home."

"That's okay," she smiled. "Dex is coming to pick me up. Thanks, though."

"No problem," he smiled. "I'm going home."

"Have a good night."

"You, too," he said, turning to leave.

Instead of going home, he drove to Andy's and let himself in. "Hey," he said and she turned toward him from the couch, smiling.

"Did you just get out of work?" She asked and he sat down next to her.

"Yup," he sighed, crossing his arms and resting his head against the back of the couch. "Someone was in that lady's house. Epstein and Shaw asked around the neighborhood and they mentioned the same guy going in and coming out ten minutes later. She was in the shower and her ex-husband came in and stole her wedding and engagement rings off of her dresser. She never changed the locks, so he used his old key and there were no signs of a break-in."

"Oh my god," Andy sighed and Sam nodded. "Did you guys get him."

"Yeah. It took the rest of the day, though."

"I'm sorry Sam," she said, taking his hand. "I know you had a late night and you were supposed to have the day off."

"It's all part of the job, McNally," he said, turning to look at her and she smiled softly at him. "Do you want to get dinner? I'm not in the mood to cook."

"I can cook, Sam," she laughed. "You just never let me."

"Let me take you out," he said and she shrugged, standing up. He met her at the door and kissed her softly before they left.

When they got to the restaurant, they were seated immediately and ordered drinks. "I booked the resort when I got home," Andy told him once the waiter had dropped off their drinks and left. He nodded. "You got the plane tickets, right?"

"I told you I did," he reminded her and she nodded, taking a sip of her martini. "So, we're officially going on vacation together, huh?"

"Looks that way," she smiled. "Are you going to be okay on the flight?" She asked, tilting her head and he narrowed her eyes at her. Before buying their tickets, Sam had finally admitted his fear of flying. She didn't tease him at the time, but that didn't last very long.

"I'll be fine," he said, taking a drink of his beer. "Thank you for your concern."

She laughed and squeezed his hand. "We're going to have a lot of fun," she said and he nodded. "I mean, if that one night at the beaches is any indication, we may never see the rest of the resort. We'll just stay in our room all week."

"That's the plan," he smirked and she laughed.

"It sucks we have to wait until September, though," she said and he nodded. "I just want to fast forward the next three months and get there now."

"Patience is a virtue, McNally," Sam said and she rolled her eyes. She had always been a little impatient. "At least, it is from my experience." She smiled and squeezed his hand again.

When the waitress brought them their food, they ate together and Andy reached across the table and picked up a piece of his steak. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked, taking a piece of chicken from her plate.

"You don't even like mushrooms," Andy said, pulling her plate toward her and he laughed. But when he put it in his mouth, he nearly threw up and she laughed. After swallowing, he laughed again and took a long sip of his beer to wash the taste out.

Even though Sam was tired and worn out, he was having a lot of fun with her. They kept talking and teasing each other. He regretted not doing more of the same before they had broken up. He now knew how they needed more time together for the good of their relationship. Now, he barely existed away from her.

"Thank you for dinner," Andy said when they finally left the restaurant. "You're a fun date."

"Only because of the company," he said, putting his arm across her back and she tilted her head up to kiss him. "Penny?"

"Yeah," she smiled and he opened her door for her.

They drove to the Penny, holding hands on his center console the whole way. When they walked into the bar, the place was pretty empty. The only people they knew were Nick and Gail sitting at their regular table alone. Sam's friends, unfortunately, were not around.

"We can leave if you want," Andy offered and he shook his head, leading her to the bar. Her friends were there, so there was no reason for them to leave. He ordered their drinks and pulled out his wallet. Before he could take out any money, though, Andy threw down her own bills. "You got dinner. I've got drinks."

"Thanks," he said and he kissed her quickly. They sat down with Nick and Gail and Gail smiled at them. He didn't trust the smile on her face, but he didn't care enough to say.

"Thank god someone else is here," she said. "This place is a ghost town tonight."

"I can tell," Andy said and both she and Sam looked around the bar again. "Where is everyone?"

"No idea," Nick answered. "We just got here, but we figured more people would be here. It's a perfectly good Tuesday night."

The four of them continued talking and drinking. It wasn't a normal thing for Sam to be hanging out with them all, but he didn't mind. And the more time he spent with them, especially Nick, he understood why Andy liked them so much.

Sam excused himself to use the bathroom and realized how tired he actually was. But, since they were having a good time, he wasn't going to say anything.

When Sam got back to the table, Andy was laughing at something, but the other two had on the same suspicious smiles. Right as he sat down, he noticed Dov and his girlfriend come in and walk over to them.

"Hey guys," Andy smiled as they sat down.

"Where the hell is everyone?" Dov asked and everyone else shrugged. The six of them continued talking until the subject of Sam's case came up.

"Nice job today, Epstein," he said, referring to the husband that Epstein had taken down.

"Second day back on the streets and you took that guy down hard, I heard," Nick said and Dov shrugged with a cocky smile.

"Well, if Swarek hadn't sent me and Andy packing, we would have given Epstein a run for his money," Gail told them and Andy nodded.

"I don't think so, Peck," Dov said and Gail shot him a dirty look.

"Date night at the Penny and nobody asked me?" Oliver called, dragging a seat over to the table. "That hurts, guys. Especially coming from you, Sammy."

"We don't like you that much," Sam told him, slapping him on the back.

Oliver laughed and slapped his back twice as hard. The table was a tight squeeze, but they were still having a good time. Sam tried to stay as awake and invested as possible, but it was starting to be a problem. He felt a sense of relief when Gail and Nick decided to leave.

"Yeah," Andy said, standing up. "I think we should go, too. I'm beat."

"Oh, thank god," Sam said, joining her.

"Bye," they said and the table waved.

Sam left the Penny with Andy, Nick, and Gail. "Well, that was fun," Nick said as he opened his door. "Have a good night, you guys."

"Thanks," Andy said, giving him a high five.

"Yeah," Gail said, leaning over the roof of her car. "Have a good time at home."

When they got to Andy's, they walked right to her bedroom and got changed. He immediately got into bed and rested against his pillow.

"Sam?" Andy said quietly, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah?" He asked, pushing himself to sit next to her. "What's up?"

"Um, do you, uh," she stuttered and his eyes widened as she took a breath. "Sorry. Do you remember what we talked about the night of Frank's bachelor party?"

He thought about it for a second and remembered quickly. "About me moving in?" He asked and she nodded, letting out a deep, annoyed breath. "What about it?"

"Uh, well, you haven't answered me," she told him. "I asked you a week and a half ago. You haven't answered me, but you also haven't lived in your own home since the wedding."

"Yeah," he said slowly. "You told me to think about it. I've been actively thinking about it, Andy."

"That's great," she said shortly. "But you basically live here. You know that, right? You came here after your shift in the middle of the night."

"I'm sorry?" He said. It honestly wasn't something he thought about, so he understood what she meant. And he did hate the idea of being at his place without her. He just still wasn't sure.

"No," she said, laughing nervously. "I don't care that you came here. I'm just confused. If you're not ready for us to live together, that's fine. We'll talk about it later on, somewhere down the line. But if you're going to basically live here, you may as well make it official... I guess. I don't know. You're living out of one drawer and a fourth of the closet. I want you to have your own dresser and maybe some of your own things. Aren't you sick of smelling like my lavender body wash? I mean, I find it sexy, but..."

"Okay," he laughed, putting up his hand to stop the rambling. "I hear what you're saying. It's just- it's a big move."

"I know," she said seriously. "You think I'm not freaking out about it? I mean, I didn't even think about it when I asked you, but I've also been actively thinking about it and it's terrifying."

"Yeah," he laughed, agreeing with her, but she shot him a look.

"But I hate it when you're not here," she told him and he nodded. He felt the same. "And that's really strange for me. But I'm selfish and I want you here all of the time. I want to go to bed with you or at least wake up with you. I want to have meals with you and watch TV with you. I want us to live together. But if you're not comfortable with it, that's fine, Sam."

He leaned over, holding her face between his hands and kissed her before she could start talking again. She leaned into him until they were both lying on his side of the bed. When he pulled his head back against his pillow, they were both trying to catch their breath and they both smiled.

His mind was racing with everything she had just said. And he agreed with all of it. He felt the exact same about her. He licked his lips, nodded, and said, "Okay."

"Okay?" She asked and her face lit up, causing him to laugh.

"Yeah," he nodded, kissing her quickly. "I mean, you're right, McNally. I pretty much live here as it is. We should just make it official."