A/N: This ending has been a long time coming and not sure what it adds to the overall story, except maybe a sensation of closure. Enjoy. Smutty ending, natch!

Andy finished her shift and hurried to the locker room to change. She had the routine down pat now and could make it from her squad to his jeep in about 12 minutes. The traffic through the city was light and moving and it was in record time that she found herself pulling into a parking spot at the hospital. It had been two weeks of the same thing but this time was different. This time she would get to bring him home.

She all but bounced into the hospital, waved at the receptionist and hurried to catch the elevator. Visiting hours were in full effect so she barely squeezed in, careful not to dislodge an IVs or bump into any crutches or bandages. She, and about 4 other people stepped off on the third floor but where they went to the reception to ask about patients, Andy bypassed it and beelined for Sam's room.

The door was ajar and she had a hand on it to push it open when she heard a woman's laughter that made her pause. She could hear the voices talking but it wasn't loud enough that she could make out what they were saying. He was laughing now and though she loved to hear that sound her curiosity was piqued as to who or what was causing it.

Andy took a breath, fixed a smile on her face and pushed the door open with a cough, giving them a chance to prepare for her entrance.

Sam was sitting up in his bed and sitting cross legged by his feet was a tall slender woman who showed no signs of wanting to move. They both turned when she entered and smiled. Andy hesitated in coming further into the room but Sam reached a hand out to her and beckoned her closer.

"C'mere Andy, I want you to meet someone."

"So this is 'the' Andy."

Andy frowned as she approached and when she was close enough Sam tugged on her arm and pulled her onto the bed next to him. He draped his arm around her waist and let the other rest on her knee. She was half sitting on the bed with one foot still on the floor.

"Yes. 'The' Andy."

The stranger held out a hand and smiled at Andy who took it and shook it with only a half smile in return.

"Sarah," she said when she noticed Andy's persistent confusion.

"The sister."

"Indeed."

Andy's smile widened and she relaxed against Sam.

"Are you in town for long?"

"No, I'm afraid it's a flying visit to check on my baby brother." Sarah nudged Sam's leg. "He says you have been taking very good care of him."

"Well he won't do it himself, so someone has to."

"I'm glad he has you to do it."

"Me too." Sam turned and kissed the top of her shoulder.

"Anyway, I better leave, I have a long drive to get home." Sarah stood up and grabbed her bag from the chair by the window.

"Are you sure you need to leave?" Andy stood with her. "You're welcome to stay."

"Thanks but I really need to get back." She came around to her side of the bed and Andy took the hug she offered. Then she leaned down and kissed Sam's forehead before leaving.

"So, that was the sister," Andy said after the door closed.

"Yep." Sam responded. "She arrived this morning and we've been hanging out, chatting since." Andy turned and sat on the side of his bed, facing him, her hand on his thigh.

"That's really cool."

"You know what else is really cool?" Sam said with a crooked smile then he lifted both of his arms up and shook them round. Andy took a minute to get what he was doing then realised he was no longer anchored to the bed by IVs. "Taken out this afternoon."

"Great! So you do get to come home?"

"Yeah, I'm just waiting for the pharmacy nurse to arrive with my prescriptions. Doc signed me out this morning during rounds."

Andy leaned forward and kissed him. A kiss she had been daydreaming about all day. He cupped her face with both hands and held her in place to keep the kiss going but when the door opened they broke it and turned to see who entered.

"When you get a sec, can you sign for these?" The pharmacy nurse looked a strange mixture of bored and angry as he handed Sam a clipboard then tossed a bag of medicine at the end of the bed as he collected the clipboard back and turned and left.

"Let's get you out of here..." Andy said as she went over to the locker by the bathroom and fished his overnight bag out. The day after he was admitted to the ward she had brought him in his change of clothes to prep for when he would be released. He kicked the sheets away and let his legs dangle over the edge of his bed. He took a moment to steady himself then stood up and gave himself enough time to stop the room from spinning. "Sam? You ok?"

"Yeah, just a bit dizzy." He blinked a few times and focused on her face. "Been lying in that bed for nearly three weeks."

"You sure you are ok to go home?"

"Oh god yes, if I have to spend another night in this room I'll go crazy."

"C'mon then." she pulled the clothing out of the bad and passed him his underwear. He slipped them on, leaning heavily against the bed then pulled the gown off and took the jeans she offered. They took a bit more effort but eventually he managed to get them on but sat back onto the bed, exhausted from the effort. Andy stepped over to him, stood between his outstretched legs and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer. Her hands stroked his back, held his head against her chest and waited for him to regain his composure.

After a few moments she reached behind him to grab his tee shirt then leaned back enough to help him put it on. The bandage on his shoulder was small enough to be hidden by the cotton tee but she knew the pain was still there when he winced at the effort of getting dressed.

She helped him on with his sneakers then gathered his belongings and put them into the bag. When she stood before him with a hand outstretched Sam took it and they walked out to his jeep. They made it back to his in amicable silence and it wasn't until they were in his kitchen that she spoke.

"Coffee?"

"How about a ber?"

"Not til you finish your run of medicine." She put the kettle on and ignored his pout. "You still have three days of antibiotics to go and if you drink it counter acts-"

"Alright, alright!" he held his hands up in surrender then leaned back on the high stool by the counter.

"Are you hungry?"

"No...tired."

"Go lie down on the couch."

"C'mere." He held a hand out to her and she took it and let him pull her close. "This is all I want."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and they mirrored the same pose they held earlier. She recognised his need immediately and cursed herself for not seeing it sooner. Though she loathed to break his embrace, she pulled away, took his hands and led him upstairs to bed. Before going to work that day she had put fresh linen on his bed and now at the look of exhaustion on his face she was delighted she made the effort. He stood at the side of the bed and toed off his shoes. He undid his jeans and dropped them to the floor then kicked them aside. When it came time to take off his tee though he could only manage to lift it half way up his chest before she needed to step in and peel it off him, careful not to hurt his shoulder.

Andy pulled the duvet back and he sat down onto the cool sheets. He pulled his own socks off and looked up to see her peeling her own sweater off and tossing it aside. She shed her jeans, sneakers and socks and he lay back against the pillows to watch as she sauntered around his room in her bra and panties, closing the curtains, and turning off the lights. Lit only now by the muted lap on his bedside table, it was enough to see her approach and he smiled when she climbed onto the bed beside him.

Sam instinctively rolled towards her and rested his head on her shoulder, he draped one arm over her torso and one leg over hers. With a sigh he settled into place. She stroked her fingers through his hair and her other hand rubbed the arm that rested on her waist. Her lips kissed his forehead and she let out a shaky breath as he fell into a deep restful slumber.

Sam rolled away in his sleep and lay flat on his back, his arms and legs splayed wide as he took advantage of the large bed. Andy took the opportunity to get up and use the bathroom. then came back to bed but this time shed her underwear before climbing back in beside him. The movement of the mattress stirred him and he rolled back towards her with a sign, spooned her against him and kissed her shoulder.

"You're killing me McNally," he muttered into her hair as he realised she was now naked. She chuckled and clenched her ass against his growing erection making him moan. "If I had the energy…"

"Ifs and ands," she muttered.

"You're a witch." He kissed her shoulder again but this time let his teeth nip her gently and she squirmed. The exact effect he was hoping for. His hand moved lower on her torso and he cupped her as his fingers stroked their way through her soft curls but without slipping into her wet core. She rolled her hips towards her hand but he resisted the urge and continued the softs strokes. His other hand found its way under her head and came around her shoulder to capture one of her breasts, where he pinched her nipple between thumb and fore finger.

Andy gasped, arched her back to push her breast into his hand and her ass into his groin, eliciting a groan out of him and he pulled her tightly against him. His teeth raked her shoulder and his tongue appeased the red lines they made but when she turned to face him he captured her lips with his own and kissed her thoroughly. Only when his tongue moved into her mouth, did his fingers slip through her curls and stroked through her dampness to her clit.

She moaned into his mouth and his hand squeezed her breast. Her ass clenched around his erection and he moaned back. She broke the kiss, turned in the circle of his arms and pushed him onto his back. She pulled his briefs off then lay down on her side next to him and rolled him towards her. One of her legs draped over his hip and he cupped her ass to pull her ever closer. She reached between them and positioned him at her entrance and as if by mutual agreement they both pushed their bodies towards each other in slow languid movements.

Sam wanted to hold her in place with his cock buried deep inside her but she continued the slow pace It seemed nothing on the planet was going to make her stop or speed up. She had found the rhythm she needed and was going to ride it out. Sam relished in her taking control, knowing he didn't have the energy to manhandle her and only realised this slow lazy fuck wasn't for her, it was for him. She was offering him a warm up session and spoon feeding him her body. The very thought made his heart swell up and his arms tighten around her.

She continued the slow pace, rolled her hips towards him and slowly pulled them back and let her tongue lap his in a synchronous rhythm. He had one arm beneath her, circled her shoulders and banded her too him, crushing her breasts against his chest, the other rested down her body where his hand cupped her ass squeezed her cheek and pulled her towards him.

When he felt her first quiver around his cock, he opened his eyes and watched as she whimpered around the soft orgasm but her hips kept moving, her body trembled around him and her rhythm faltered. Sam took the control she offered up and rolled her over onto her back. He kept up the slow pace but with an added element of his strength and this new angle he found himself penetrating deeper, eliciting louder moans and longer whimpers of need from her.

"You're amazing, Andy," he whispered, not realising he had said it aloud until her eyes opened and locked with his.

The dark pools of need spurred him on and all pretense of patience evaporated. Sam braced himself off the headboard and pushed himself into her, harder, faster. She matched his movements with counter rolls of his own and it took only seconds before he felt his body build up a knot of need behind his cock.

"Sam...yeah…" she called out. "Sam!" his name on her wanton voice untangled the knot with an explosive orgasm and he grunted his release when he felt her inner walls clench around him, milking him until he was spent. Sam fell atop her panting, struggling to catch his breath and after a few moments more rolled away and sprawled on the bed beside her. "You doin ok over there?" She let her hand fall onto his chest and looked over at him, as he still tried to slow his breathing.

"The doctor said no strenuous activity…" he said between pants.

"What?" Andy sat up. She leaned back on her hands and looked over at him.

"I thought he meant jogging or heavy lifting."

"Sam, jesus! You should have said." she swatted his chest.

"But that wasn't particularly strenuous."

"Not at the start…"

He opened his eyes and looked over at her with a smile. "Maybe a bit towards the end."

"You ok?" she rested a hand on his chest and took a few deep breaths, encouraging him to copy her.

He nodded and after a moment, with her calming breaths his breathing was back to normal. He shimmied up the bed to reach the pillows then pulled her over and tucked her into his side.

"Andy?"

"Mmmm?"

"I love you."

He felt her freeze at his words and continued to draw soft circles into her back. He kissed the top of her head and released a deep breath before letting his eyes close over and fell into another sleep. Andy melted against him, his words swirling around her brain as her own sleep claimed her into oblivion.

This time they slept through the night and in the morning Andy woke up in bed alone. She could head the shower running and took a moment to stretch out in the bed. His words were still imprinted on her brain and the only other thing in there was the fact that she hadn't responded. This thought urged her out of bed. She wandered over to the bathroom where the door that was ajar let pockets of steam billow out into the hallway where it evaporated almost immediately. She saw him standing behind the curtain and pushed it aside only enough to step in behind him. He had both hands planted against the tiles behind the shower head and his head was bowed to let the hot water crash onto his neck and down his back. When she ran her fingers down his back and circled his body for a hug he jumped slightly at her touch then held her arms in place.

"Sam," she spoke as he turned to face her. "You know I love you too right? I'm crazy about you."

"I know." he kissed the top of her head. "Also, you're just plain crazy." She swatted his chest and he laughed.

"You feeling ok?"

"Yes actually. Much better. I think the steam helps."

"Then we should stay in here."

"I'm ok with that," he said as he looked down at her wet naked body and loved how his hands slipped so easily on her skin. Her breasts rubbed on his chest and with their similar heights his erect cock was nestled just above her groin. He wanted nothing more than to pick her up and press her against the cold tiles then shove into her and claim her as his own in quick powerful strokes but he knew he wouldn't have the energy to start something like that, let alone finish it.

She watched his thoughts cross his face and reached between them to take his cock in her hand as her lips found his nipples.

"No, Andy, wait…" he cupped her face and forced her to look up at him. "Don't, you don't have to do anything, just be with me."

"I know I don't have to...but what if I wanted to." She arched an eyebrow up and challenged him to try and stop her again but instead he reached down and kissed her. She started to stroke his cock with one hand and cupped his balls with the other and he moaned into her mouth. Without hesitation she lowered herself and took him in her mouth completely.

"Jesus! Fuck!" he bellowed and grabbed the shower rail for balance as she sucked him in deeper then slowly released him. Her tongue lapped at his tip but before he had the chance to look down at her she sucked him in again and he moaned. He didn't mean to get involved but his hips had other ideas. They moved towards her slow enough to let her push him back but her hands came to his hips and encouraged his movements. His free hand gathered her hair and bunched it atop of her hair as she bobbed her head to take him in. She hummed around his cock, letting her tongue lick and tease him at the top of every stroke. "Fuck McNally…"

She gripped his ass, massaged his balls and hummed around his cock in a trifecta of sensations that made his whole body tingle and when he felt himself harden to that familiar point he tried to untangle himself from her but his body had other thoughts. His hips bucked towards her and the hand in her hair tightened and pulled her towards him. She let him drive her, trusting him implicitly and when he reached his end she suckled on his cock until his grunts stopped. Leaning back, she released him with an audible pop and looked up at his spent features.

"You're going to fucking kill me." he whispered as she stood and leaned into him for a hug. He kissed the top of her head then turned them in the spray so she could wash. All the while he stood behind her, kissing and nipping at her shoulder. When she was done she turned into the circle of his arms and reached her arms up to lock behind his neck.

"I love you," he whispered and he kissed her ever so softly on the lips.

He took a moment to bask in his own admission then smiled, reached behind her to shut off the water and stepped out to grab a towel. he handed her a large towel and wrapped another around his waist. They walked to the bedroom and he flopped back onto the bed with a sigh.

"Tired?" she asked as she flopped next to him.

"Bone tired."

"How is your shoulder feeling?" She propped up on her elbows to look at the scar. It was healing nicely and with the stitches removed, it looked a lot less scary than before.

"Tender, but not as painful as it was."

"Good." She leaned down and kissed just above the scar and he rolled his head towards her with a smile.

"It's been a bit of a rollercoaster lately hasn't it." he said it like a statement and not a question.

She nodded her head non committedly and waited for him to continue.

"But despite it all, I found you." He moved his head back and stared up at the ceiling then let his eyes close over as he released a shaky breath. "And you didn't run away."

"I'm not going anywhere Sam." She chuckled. "Even if you wanted me to go. You're stuck with me now."

He chuckled too and lifted a hand up for her to take. "Good."

"Besides…" She reached up and interlocked their fingers. "I think you owe me a roll in the hay or two." Sam's smile broadened and he turned to look at her again. "And I ain't going anywhere til I get what's owed to me."

"Oh you'll get yours McNally," he muttered and squeezed her hand. "Just as soon as I have the energy to move."

"Promises, promises." She stood up off the bed and dropped the towel around her feet. "If I had a nickel every time I heard that!" She sashayed towards the end of the bed to the pile of clothes she had left there and when she bent over at the waist to pick them up Sam groaned.

"McNally...I'm beginning to think you have been sent here to torture me, not help me recover."

"Hmm?" She looked back over at him from her bent position and smiled. Then wiggled her butt and looked away.

Sam sat up with a speed he didn't think he could possess and grabbed her, pulled her down to sit on her lap with a squeal and kissed her hungrily. But before long he was panting and breathless and she watched as he paled.

"Relax Sam," She leaned back, placed a hand on his chest and took deep breathes with him. "Shhh…"

"But...I want...to…"

"Me too. But I also want you to survive, so we can do it again, and again, and as many times as possible."

Sam smiled. She stood off him, opened the drawer and grabbed a pair of his underwear to toss at him. In his wardrobe she found a pair of cotton sweats and a tee and threw them over too then pulled out a pair of shorts for herself and another tee. She dressed quickly then waited for him to finish. Took his hand and led him down to the living room. She guided him to the couch and passed him the remote but before he could grab her to sit with him she escaped into the kitchen.

Sam wondered what she was up to but focused on finding something on the tv. Shortly she returned with a cup of green tea and a plate of sandwiches as well as his medication. "Take these," she commanded and stood over him until he took the correct dose. "Drink this." she watched him sip and grimace. "Eat these."

"Yes ma'am."

"Get used to it." After he had eaten one sandwich she came around the couch and lay down with her head in his lap. He hand rested on her arm but she moved it to slip under the wide collar of his tee and rest on her breast. the heavyweight of his hand comforted her and her nipple immediately peaked to attention in the centre of his palm.

"I could get used to this."

"Good." She glanced up at him and smiled and he squeezed her breast lightly. "Keep eating. and finish that tea."

"Yes Ma'am."

Andy chuckled and turned to the tv to try and get into whatever it was he was watching but the sensation of his hand on her breast was too delicious not to wallow in.

"Can definitely get used to this." He sipped his tea and settled in to the couch enjoying the feeling of her head in his lap and her breast in his hand. Everything else faded into the background and Sam felt a stillness in himself that he had long since been searching for. he looked down at her hooded eyes, her slightly parted lips and her tongue as it came out to lick them and smiled.

Sam sighed, let his eyes close over and truly rested.

The End.

Skinfull