Prompt: Andy shows up on Sam's doorstep once again, but this time, it's not to push him against the wall and kiss him. It's because ever since she got with Nick, she refuses to go to bed angry. (requested by CookiesN'Cream124...who gives really great prompts!)

"Andy?" There's a slight hint of panic in Sam's voice, and a smaller note of excitement, which she chooses to ignore. He looks back inside the dark interior of his house before stepping outside onto the front porch, closing the door behind him. "What are you doing here at two thirty in the morning?"

A distant memory plays behind her eyes, almost like it was a dream from another life, but that's not why she's here.

"To yell at you." She grits out, nostrils flaring in anger. "You promised me you weren't going to tell him. You swore."

Sam has the good sense to at least look apologetic. He holds his hands up in supplication. "I didn't mean to tell him, it just sort of slipped out."

"When? While you were gloating?" She scoffs disbelievingly.

This makes Sam smirk. "If Collins can't handle the competition-"

"There is no competition." Andy snaps back, her arms crossed in front of her chest. "I'm not a toy for you two to fight over! I've already made my choice and you can't seem to deal with it. I'm with Nick." She punctuates each word with stressed emphasis.

"It didn't seem that way when you kissed me back." He snaps, the tendons in his neck straining against the skin.

"We were undercover Sam. There were people watching us. Of course I had to kiss you back." She replies exasperatedly.

"Then why are you here?" A smirk tugs at the side of his mouth, obviously thinking he's won.

"I'm here because I love him." She says, a warm feeling of calm permeating through her body.

Sam's face becomes blanched of all color. "What?"

"I love him." She repeats to his apparent dismay. "I came here because I want you to accept that and to stop trying to sabotage my relationship with Nick."

They stand in silence while she waits for her words to sink in.

"What if I can't do that? I still love you Andy." He says, his voice low and rough with pain.

Andy reaches out and gently holds his hand. "If you love me, you'll let me go."

Giving it a squeeze, she releases his hand and walks off his porch.

Off to Nick, the man she loves.