A/N: Annonymous reviewer. Can I just say thank you for the highly personal attack on me when I posted my last chapter. It was very welcome (NOT!) on one of the worst nights of my life.

People keep telling me you are jealous - but I have another theory. You are a bully, and one of the worst kinds of bully because you do not know your victim.

Last Friday night (and I have his permission to post this) my 22 year old brother took an overdose and ended up in A + E. We had no idea if there would be any serious side effects. Wednesday he tried to jump off a bridge onto a motorway and has now been detained under section 136 of the mental health act and isn't likely to come home for some time.

Also - my daddy issues, which I am well aware of btw, stem from my mother walking out on me and my 2 brothers when I was 14. Not long after my dad met a wonderful woman which didn't last and then he met someone who threatened to rearrange my face, push me in front of a bus and tried to get me arrested on a story she made up...

There is loads more, but now isn't the time or place - I find writing theraputic and posting a fic takes a hell of a lot of balls, so even if they aren't perfect you should be encouraging people to post rather than bullying them.

Back at the barn, Andy let Anderson book their suspect in and headed back to the changing room where she collapsed onto a bench, rubbing her eyes to stem the flow of tears that threatened to engulf her as her ankle was made worse when she was knocked to the ground.

She felt something touch her shoulder and instantly knew it was Sam. Glancing up at him she expected the 'I told you so', but it never came. Instead, he handed her a bottle of water and some paracetamol.

"You ready to tell me what you did now?"

"Dylan. He was doing something he shouldn't have been and we ended up play fighting until I fell down the step to my kitchen. Like I said, it was nothing."

"You should get it checked out."

"It's nothing. I just got my ass beat by a DVD rack. It'll be fine."

"McNally..." Sam almost moaned at her stubbornness.

Andy put her head on his shoulder. They heard the door go, but they didn't care. Their friends knew that Andy and Sam's partnership often had them in each other's locker rooms.

"Sam, You know I wouldn't usually say anything, but do you think you could... I don't know, leave? I want to get changed!" Noelle's voice pierced the silence in the room.

Sam shrugged Andy off his shoulder and went back to work.

"You ok?" Noelle asked Andy, looking her over and trying to find what was wrong.

"I'm fine. Just flared up an old injury when I took a fall."

"Tell Frank. He'll keep you in the rest of the day."

"I just need to walk it off."

"Andy, come on. It's been three weeks and you still can't walk properly." Sam tried to reason.

"I'm fine. It's a sprain. I used to do it all the time as a kid." Andy protested.

"I'm with Swarek on this one. That's why I have made you an appointment with the department Physical Therapist tonight." Frank told her.

"You told him to didn't you?" Andy asked Sam.

"No. It was all Frank's idea."

"And my decision is final McNally."

Andy stormed from the room. She felt fine. There was no reason for Frank to keep her on a desk. There was definitely no reason for her to visit the Physical Therapist. Especially not tonight of all nights.

Dylan was back in the mountains sorting out his divorce and had agreed to sleep on her dads sofa to keep him company on his recovery when he got back, which meant Andy had no one else to pick her dad up from the hospital. She would have to talk to Sam and get him to cancel the appointment.

She sat at the desk, trying to find the best time to talk to Sam, but he didn't return to the barn.

That is, until Andy heard over the radio a suspect had pushed him into a mud pit.

She saw him squelch through the bull pen, covered head to toe in mud, everyone clapping at him for getting into that state. She saw him enter the mens locker room and waited.

"Hey, Trace? Can you cover for me? I need to talk to Sam."

"He's gone for a shower."

"I need to talk to him somewhere he can't dodge me."

"Andy..."

Andy got out of her chair and directed her feet towards the mens locker room, opening the door and getting used to the smell before she stepped into it and straight for the showers.

"SAM!" She shouted as she reached the first shower.

"I'm in the shower McNally! What do you want?"

Andy headed to the only shower that was in use and stood outside it.

"I can't go to Physical Therapy."

"You're going. Even if I have to take you there and handcuff you to a railing."

"You could have consulted me before booking the appointment."

"Why, you got a hot date I don't know about?"

"Actually, I do."

Sam pulled the curtain of the shower back enough so that he could see her, but not so far back that she wouldn't see something she hadn't already seen before.

"My dad's finally getting out of the hospital tonight. I can't just leave him. He's been in there four weeks already."

"Can't Dylan go?" Sam asked, pulling the curtain closed again and resuming his shower.

"Dylan has gone back home to finalise his divorce and pack up his life. There's only me. Please? I'm not saying I won't go at all, just not tonight."

"You have to go tonight. There aren't any more appointments for a month."

"Sam, I can't leave my Dad."

"Andy, do you know how many strings Frank and I had to pull to get you this appointment? You need that ankle checking out. It was either that or I was gonna handcuff you and toss you into my truck and drive you to the ER."

"You really want to handcuff me don't you?"

Sam pulled the curtain back again.

"It's only fair. You handcuffed me and you didn't even know me then."

"I'm being serious Sam."

"So am I. If you don't go tonight, we won't be able to get you back in for a while. Towel."

Andy handed Sam the towel that was hanging up behind her and he dropped the curtain to wrap it around his waist, before pulling it back and stepping out of the cubicle.

"I tell you what. I'll drop you off at the Physical Therapist and then I will go and pick your Dad up."

"You'll do that?"

"If it'll make you go to this appointment."

"Thanks Sam." Andy said, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug.

"Anytime. Now can I get dressed?"

"Oh! Yeah. Sure!" Andy said as she waltzed from the room and back to the desk.

"You seem cheerful."

"Sam's gonna pick my Dad up so I can go to this damn appointment he and Frank have made for me."

"I take it that was the urgent matter you needed to discuss with him in the shower?"

"Yeah."

"This is why people talk about you, you know. You and Sam have no boundaries with each other."

"We have boundaries."

"Yeah. I know. He's still in your freezer."

Neither Sam or Andy realised they had been watched in the shower and neither of them could anticipate what would happen next.