Ok here it is, the 2nd to last chapter Kinda sad. Apparently I was transparent in the prego thing, and consequently, I think I'm going to leave that out. I hope you enjoy and that I could you days a little bit more entertaining…

Nikka

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Riding in the car with Oliver was always an interesting affair. His jokes were better than Sam's, but only slightly. And for all of Oliver's sarcastic comments, he really was much more jovial that that Sam was about things. His one-liners tended to be more humorous than pointed observations about society at large.

Andy knew that she was driving him crazy and that he had been doing so for the last two months, but she was getting restless. She hadn't seen or heard from Sam in two months. Ok, that was a lie, somehow Sam had managed to sneak her emails to an account he'd set up and left for her. Andy was honestly surprised at his covert secrecy and that he had apparently pulled the paper with the account name and password on it and left it in her dresser drawer. She found it that morning when she was getting ready for work.

A few emails back and forth let her know that he was okay. Sam had kept them light and had avoided most of the questions she had initially asked. Still, it didn't stop Andy from looking for him every time she patrolled the wrong side of town. Oliver had noticed and had requested to patrol on the opposite side of town as much as possible.

Andy had been to drawn into her own little world today thinking about how Sam hadn't been in contact with her for the last five days, so she hadn't noticed the way Oliver was fidgeting in his seat. Every few minutes he'd check his watch, look over at her, and sigh. Sometimes the girl was just oblivious he thought to himself.

The radio had been mostly quiet today with a just a few small disturbances and traffic stops. Oliver was almost thinking that he might just survive today and have it be totally uneventful. He shifted a bit and sent a silent prayer that it would happen. Sam had already managed to find out how Andy had been chasing a suspect a few weeks ago and gotten hit with a crowbar in the leg. While she had fought him on the necessity of going to the hospital for a little bit of road rash and a bruise, Oliver's innate fear in Sam and what would happen to him when, not if, Sam found out and he didn't take her to the hospital was enough to strong arm her into going. Oliver wasn't exactly sure how his friend had done it, but Oliver had come in a few days after the incident to find a note in his locker from Sam telling him to take better care of his girl. Oliver didn't take his responsibility lightly, but he was going to try even harder the next time around.

The radio crackled to life just after lunch. Oliver's ears perked up at the address and his eyes shot over to Andy to see if any recognition had crossed her face yet. Clearly seeing her relaxed face as she responded to the call, Oliver figured that she was either unaffected by the location that they were heading to or that she had suddenly gotten a lot better at concealing her emotion.

Ha! Fat Chance! Oliver nearly chuckled to himself as he pushed the gas a little harder trying to get to the scene.

"Alright McNally," he stated cautiously. "Shots fired. You and me, we're going to start clearing the hallways and stairwells. Complaint came from the fifth floor."

Andy smiled and pulled her gun from its holster and followed Oliver into the building. Her heart was pounding and she was a bit tense. She felt every fiber of her being come alive. She knew what this was going to be like. They could be walking into anything.

Gun's out. Safety off. Clear the room. Stick together. Have your partner's back. Be ready for anything. If you're lucky, you'll get out unharmed. Never know what you're going to find.

Andy chanted this mantra to herself repeatedly as she and Oliver begin to clear the hallway and stairs of the first floor before heading up the north stairwell. She trusted Oliver, with her life. After all, he had been her partner for the last few months at Sam's request, but as much as she trusted Oliver, he wasn't Sam. Andy felt her heart start to race again. She jumped at the slight movement behind her and waved for the little boy that had opened the door to get back inside his apartment.

Andy felt alive in every fiber of her body, and she was jumpy. Looking at Oliver's back she exhaled quickly. She wouldn't have been this nervous if Sam was here. Sure, the danger would have been just as evident, but Sam's presence just had a way of calming her.

When they got to the fifth floor, the low voices on the radios alerted them that backup had arrived and was entering the building. Oliver motioned for Andy to check one set of doors when they heard three shots go off in succession.

Oliver begin running down the hall way towards Andy, but knowing he was coming she had already kicked the door in. Her gun was drawn and safety was off as she stood in the door way of the room assessing before she charged in. Not seeing anything but an open window, Andy took a cautious step in. Then another one.

Just as she got her heart rate to slow a bit and begin to look around the room, she heard Oliver's heavy foot falls quieted as the door behind her slammed shut. Andy begin to turn around already cursing herself for getting caught off guard.

The body of what she could assume was a man with broad shoulders shot towards her knocking her to the ground and then darting towards the window. To his credit, he paused just a fraction of a second when she yelled police, but climbed out the window and begin clamoring down the fire escape.

Oliver burst through the door just in time to see the dark blue hoodie disappear out the window when he looked at Andy sprawled out of the floor with her gun pointed on the window.

"Yep, you're definitely trying to get Sam to kill me," he said reaching down to help her up. He looked at her reddened face and then at the window. "You didn't shoot him in the leg, you chase him."

At her disbelieving look, he merely smiled. "McNally, I'm much too old to be chasing nuts with a gun, you start on foot, radio me, I'll get the car."

She didn't need to be told twice, but the sound of the fire escape latter screeching as it was being lowered sent her in a tizzy out the window. She missed a few steps, jumped a whole level, and finally hit the ground with a thud. The man in with the dark blue hoodie pulled over his head was already running down the alley way.

Suddenly, Andy McNally was one very pissed off police officer. She took off after the suspect letting her anger propel her forward. Andy was gaining ground quickly and when she was within arm's reach she leapt forward slamming her small body into the running man.

With an "ooof" she tackled him to the ground and begin to roughly maneuver his hands behind his back. Getting them cuffed, she quickly began the pat down on the squirming perp.

"Geez lady what are you trying to do? Kiss me or something," the sarcastic voice asked her.

That was all it took for her anger to reach its boiling point. She yanked the hoody back revealing a head of dark hair and roughly tried to turn the assailant over so she could get a glimpse of his face before she began using her own snarky comments on him.

The brown eyes that peered back at her almost sent her flying backwards. There was no possible way that she could have done this twice, and to the same man to boot. Andy suddenly felt dizzy as she exclaimed, "Sam!"

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Hope you enjoyed it! One more chapter to go!