A/N: I know I know... it's late... but I have a really good excuse!

I've been baking and decorating my friends birthday cake (means some really late nights this week fitting it in around work) - if you want to see it see my twitter MakalaJefferies - and I went to see my brother tonight. He's been moved to a loony bin over an hours drive from us. Other than that he's doing ok and has improved so much over the last week!

Thank you all for your messages of support! I really appreciated them. I was reading some of them out to my dad and he was trying not to cry!

Anyway... to repay you all for your support, and to say sorry it's so late being posted... here's what you've been waiting for (even though I think I may have written myself into a corner - any help to get out would be greatly appreciated!)

"Ok, so Dylan will be back in a couple of hours and will be going straight to my Dad's. I'll finish up here and jump in a cab." Andy told Sam as he pulled up outside the Physical Therapy centre.

"I know McNally."

"Let him know I'll call him when I'm out."

"I will do. Now get outta my goddamn truck." He replied with a grin.

Andy flashed him a smile, happy that someone was picking her dad up and got out of his truck. As she headed to the door, her cell phone rang. Checking to see who it was, she answered.

"Hey Frank. Sam just dropped me at the centre."

"Andy. I'm glad to hear you're doing as you're told for a change, but that's not why I'm calling."

"What's up Frank?"

"I don't really want to do this over the phone, but it's all happened so fast, I have no other choice."

"Frank, you're scaring me."

"There has been a report made to the chief superintendant regarding your relationship with Sam."

"I don't have a relationship with Sam. Who made the report?"

"I know you don't. In fact the whole station knows you don't, but they mentioned some inappropriate behaviour in the men's locker room. I don't know who filed the report, but tomorrow morning you will report to Sergeant Lowson over at 27."

"Frank. I can't leave 15. My entire family is there."

"I know Andy. It was either you or Sam and I stand a better chance of getting you back than him. Go to your appointment and we'll meet for coffee soon."

Frank hung up the phone and left Andy feeling very confused as she entered reception for her appointment.

"Sam! I wasn't expecting you. Where's Andy?"

"She took a knock so Frank sent her to Physical Therapy. I told her I'd pick you up and take you home." Sam told him, picking up Tommy's bag and leading the way to his truck.

"Good. It means you and I can have a talk."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Really Sam? I know you and I know her. I also know something happened between the two of you."

Sam wouldn't look Tommy in the eye and neither of them spoke until they were both in the truck and Sam had turned the key.

"What happened that night Sam? I know it was her lipstick all over your face."

They were half way to Tommy's apartment before Sam answered him.

"It was nothing." Sam told him, his voice cracking slightly.

"Have you talked about it?"

"Andy told me that she didn't want to talk. That she was done talking."

"Sam. I mean no offense by this, but you are an idiot."

"Why? She said she didn't want to talk about the kiss, and that's all it was, so I have given her space."

"Tell you what. Tell me exactly how you feel about my daughter and I might just tell you why you're an idiot."

Again, Sam refused to speak. It wasn't until he pulled up outside Tommy's building that he finally admitted:

"She's been on my mind since she tackled me on her first day. I can't stop thinking about her and the thought of her getting hurt and not being able to stop it from happening, it makes me feel sick to my stomach. The other week when I saw her with a gun to her head, I thought my heart was going to stop beating."

"Do you feel better for that?" Tommy asked, a little shocked – he was simply expecting Sam to admit he had a 'thing' for Andy, but he was now sitting wringing the steering wheel in his hands.

"Sam. You are an idiot because you don't even realise you're a man in love. When Andy said she was done talking, what she really wanted was a continuation of what you started and not to talk about it."

"And how do you know that, I mean, I know you're her dad, but I wouldn't talk about something like that with my parents."

"It was just after Dylan arrived. He was badgering her about her guy problems. It sounded like a conversation she needed to have and not with me, so I pretended I was still asleep."

"So what do I do?"

"Help me up the stairs with that bag, and I can't believe I am saying this to you, but go talk to her and make her listen. But listen to me before you do. She is my baby girl and if you hurt her, your life will not be worth living. Understand?"

"I understand. I have no intention of hurting her. Thanks Tommy."

Andy was sat in shock. There were tears falling from her eyes and she didn't care.

Transferred.

She couldn't believe any of their friends would report her and Sam's friendship to the white shirts. There was nothing inappropriate about their relationship, except the continual sexual tension, spending more time in each others' locker rooms than their own and Andy's conversation with Sam in the shower.

Andy thought that this always made them a better team. If they were that comfortable with each other there was no need for secrets.

There was a knock on her door. Andy chose to ignore it, knowing it was Sam. The only light that was on was the hall lamp which was on a timer. She was too stunned when she got in to turn any more on.

The knock came again and Andy slowly got up to answer it. She didn't want to tell Sam, but he needed to know why she wouldn't be there tomorrow.

She opened the door and Sam was stood there, the light making him glow a little.

"Is everything ok with my Dad?"

"Yeah, but I just needed to say something to you."

"What is it?"

Sam walked through the door and pushed Andy into the wall, pinning her mouth to his with one hand and closing the door with the other.

"Sam, I" Andy said, pushing him away from her enough to form the two words.

"Andy, I'm done waiting for you to realise I have feelings for you and I am also done talking."

He kissed her again, harder this time, grazing his teeth along her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth open. She parted her lips and granted him access, her transfer worries pushed to the back of her mind as she groped for the zip on Sam's leather jacket. Pulling it down, she pushed it off his shoulders while simultaneously pushing herself off the wall. Lips still glued together, she led him to her bedroom. They were standing at the foot of the bed and Sam was down to his boxers and Andy was down to her bra and pants.

"Are you sure? There's no going back from this."

"I've been waiting for you to realise I have feelings for you too. I don't want to go back."

As if to cement her words in the air, Andy placed her lips on Sam's and took hold of his hands. She placed them on her bare hips and guided them up her body before letting go and wrapping her own around his neck.