I want to apologize for the extreme delay. You guys can completely stone me. I've never gone more than 5 days without updating this story! So so sorry! In my defense, my bf came home to surprise me for our two year anniversary (he lives down south right now for work) and long story short... we got engaged. Then I got stuck in the floods up here when I tried to make my two hour drive home from grad school and had to get a hotel with no lap top! But those are merely excuses and you are still free to yell!

Thank you for all your reviews and suggestions! I hope it meets a few expectations!

Nikka

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They'd been at the Penny nearly an hour and the nervous tension that had taken hold of her body had yet to leave it since she locked Sam's front door and headed to the barn. He met her with a gentle smile and ushered her out to his truck. Andy had protested, but Sam insisted on helping her into the truck citing her injuries and the need that she take it easy. His infamous dimples made an appearance when he heard her huff at him and saw the roll of her eyes.

Andy sipped her beer slowly knowing that despite the fact that Sam had given it to her, he was going to watch her alcoholic intake like a hawk. She shrugged at Dov's remark about Sam being overprotective and even laughed a little at Gail's snippy little shot about how that would piss her off. Andy knew that Sam was just watching out for her and honestly, she wasn't really all that sure she wanted to drink after their messages earlier. No, she wanted to be perfectly sober to be able to see Sam's every reaction when he laid eyes on her black lace.

She let out a peel of laughter at some argument between Chris and Dov and felt eyes on her. The blush on her cheeks deepened when she met Sam's eyes. Andy flashed him a smile and winked at him and her smile grew as she saw him smirk back at her.

Deciding she needed another drink, after all, it had taken her an entire hour to drink her one that she had been allotted, Andy made her way to the bar where Sam and Oliver had camped themselves for the night. Just as Andy was trying to read Sam's mood to see if he was going to allow her to have another drink despite the alcohol ban she had been placed under while on her medication she overheard part of their conversation.

"These questions are ridiculous Shaw," Sam's voice took on a tired quality as he sipped his beer. He hadn't noticed Andy's approach but in fairness that had been due to Oliver's ridiculous questions about his favorite characteristics about the opposite sex. Sam had to struggle not to scoff at his friend.

"C'mon Sammy," Oliver teased. "We've all got preferences and besides," Oliver's eyes slid over to Andy then focused back on Sam. "Everyone knew you already preferred brunettes and brown eyes not to mention-"

"Intense debate on world politics over here," Andy's mildly amused voice interrupted Oliver. She almost laughed watching Sam jump out of his skin and spin towards her. From the way that he was eying her up Andy knew that Sam was a bit paranoid about what she possibly had overheard. She merely arched an eyebrow at him almost daring him to say something smart.

Sam Swarek was not one to disappoint.

"Getting intellectual tonight McNally," he eyed her with a sideways glance before taking a sip of his beer.

"Nah," she smiled at him. "You know me, too much thinking tends to actually hurt my head. Besides this pain in the ass TO who thinks he's awesome but got taken down by a girl on her first day, keeps telling me trust my gut." Andy paused taking in the grim line that was Sam's mouth and allowed her smile to grow a bit. He was so easy to tease sometimes. "And my gut is telling me that I have to ask him before I can have another beer, you know, since he thinks he's my keeper lately."

Sam ran his tongue over his teeth and sent her a playful glare. "One more." He was trying to be playful, but they both knew he was serious. Sam had been in charge of everything she had eaten or drank and the administer of her medications for the last month. Initially he had done it because she needed help taking care of herself and then he hadn't relinquished any of those duties, but she enjoyed that he cared enough to keep taking care of her.

Andy leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek in her enthusiasm. "Thanks Sam!"

"One."

"Okay," she smiled and they both motioned for Liam to get her another drink.

Oliver Shaw hadn't missed anything that had just taken place. That was what was going to make this turn out to be so much fun. The joke was going to be at Sam, but with any luck, Andy would get over her embarrassment and participate in the joke. Maybe then Sam would man up and actually vocalize his feelings about this headstrong rookie.

"So, now that you have asked his permission," Oliver teased. "Maybe you'd like to join us for our little game we've got going here. Sammy is always trying to be so mysterious."

"No."

Andy's eyebrow quirked at Sam and then looked back over to Oliver. "What kind of game?"

Andy almost shrank back after Sam leveled a glare at her, but she perked back up at Oliver's obvious amusement. His entire face had a way of becoming animated when he got excited about something. He leaned closer to her pushing Sam towards the bar as he nearly leaned on his friends back to begin telling Andy about this little game.

"See McNally," Oliver began with a smile. "It's like twenty questions, only Sammy here is a spoil sport. The more people we have the more interesting it gets. Plus you have to be completely honest or you get called out."

"What kinds of questions?" Andy asked letting her eyes slide over to Sam before returning to Oliver.

"Any kind McNally, but it's more about making the other fess up to something that they don't want to."

Andy snorted and smirked at Oliver Shaw. "How much fun can that be, you two probably already know everything there is to know about the other without having to say anything."

"Exactly." Sam's short answer belied his growing frustration.

"It's much more fun when there are people who don't know the answers to the questions." Oliver leveled a glare of his own at Sam who was shooting daggers at him.

"It's like Never Have I Ever," Andy smirked. "Alright, I'm game. Let's see what embarrassing truths you two can reveal."

"It works both McNally," Sam said dryly. "We all know how well you deal with embarrassment."

She stuck out her tongue at him and laughed at Oliver's mildly shocked expression.

"Again with the tongue McNally," Sam straighted up looking at her with an expression that told her she was in for it. "I thought we already discussed what would happen if you did that again?"

Andy gulped, Sam smirked, and Ollie had to struggle to keep a grin off his face. He failed miserably.

"Who wants to go first?"

Sam glared at his friend then switched his eyes back over to his rookie. He let out a sigh. "I'm not participating in this torture."

Andy smacked him on the arm a bit more roughly than she intended. "Shut up Sam. This is gonna be fun."

Andy pulled the stool out next to Sam with her foot and plopped down. Andy looked up expectantly at Oliver waiting the first question.

"Sam," he grinned. "Whats your favorite band?"

Andy actually snorted and seeing Oliver's inquisitive look she felt the challenge. "How's that provocative? Or revealing? Or anything remotely amusing," Andy asked clearly getting annoyed with the low level of excitement. "I mean," she paused licking her lips. "Everyone knows it's RUSH, who by the way is like awful. But that's not really provocative or all that interesting."

"You want interesting McNally," Oliver shot back at her. This is almost too easy. Like taking candy from babies.

"Yeah."

"Fine, but don't say I didn't try to start this out slow."

If Andy was smart she would have caught onto Oliver's meaning. She was a little slow on the uptake at the moment and realized only seconds too late that she was going to regret agreeing to participate in this little game. Oliver's easy nature was leading her to slaughter and Sam was witnessing it. She'd never live this down.

"What do are wearing under your clothes McNally?" Oliver grinned at her shocked expression and at the way Sam jumped and glared at him. The blush was spreading up her neck and staining her cheeks.

"Um," she began to stammer. "Um... underwear?"

"Wow, McNally," Shaw teased. "You seem really unsure of yourself." He tisked and shook his head at her. "Your turn McNally."

She was clearly flustered and struggling to think. "Um, who's your favorite rookie?"

Oliver raised his brow at her and smiled. "Nash, no contest. She's the only one who doesn't get herself into really dumb situations that require too much paperwork. That one plays it safe and does what she's told."

Sam laughed and Andy bristled.

"Hey you're right Ollie, maybe I should ask Best for a partner change!" Sam laughed and quickly yelped and began rubbing the back of his head after Andy had smacked him.

"Your turn Shaw."

"What color are your underwear?"

Andy's blush deepened as she took a sip of her beer. "Black. Aren't you supposed to be like happily married or something?"

"Yep. I am. Love of my life who puts up with all of my crap. Makes my whole world go round." Oliver quipped. He grinned at her and then saw the panic register in her eyes when she realized that the grin mean she was about to be in trouble. "So McNally," he began. "Do you own any lacy underthings?"

Several things happened at once after Oliver's question.

Andy's jaw had gone slack and a deep blush burned her face. Sam's head snapped up as he eyes flicked back and forth between his partner and his friend. But his eyes lingered a little too long on his partner trying to see if he could actually look through her cloths to see just what she was wearing. The memory of walking in on her wearing nothing put black lace under garments burned in his mind. Oliver's grin broke out into a mega watt smile and Traci Nash let out a gasp behind her best friend.

All of these things happened simultaneously as the wave of realization crashed down on Andy McNally. She struggled to take a breath. Sam hadn't been the one to send her the flirty messages earlier today. It had been Oliver Shaw.

Oh Hell!

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Hopefully it wasn't terrible! Let me know what you think or any wishes I can incorporate next time!