There's a bit of a time jump to start this chapter because I want to move things along to get to a few big things happening. :) I'm really floored by the amount of support for this fic. You all are so awesome. Thank you so much! As always, keep letting me know what you think with a review. :)

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Chapter 6

Eight months went by and things were as normal as could be. Andy was back to work full-time, and had even been approved to go back out on patrol. Flashbacks from her time held captive were few and far between. And she'd even been able to reduce her therapy sessions to once a month. Sam couldn't help but notice Andy's natural glow was back; she was her vibrant self again, not only in appearance, but in personality as well.

Their wedding was still two months away, but every detail was taken care of and Andy couldn't wait to walk down the aisle. The only hurdle left was Jonah's trial and Andy was terrified to face him again in court. She was afraid the horrible memories she fought so hard to bury would come back to haunt her.

Many of Jonah's underlings had pled out and had already been sentenced to prison. Jonah's trial was the first and the prosecutor felt strongly this would be the only trial Andy would need to testify at. Andy was the key witness in Jonah's trial though and she knew the prosecutor was depending on her. She also wanted to make sure Jonah went away for life. She'd been working with Dr. Dwyer on how to cope with the upcoming trial. Sam was aware of her fears and did what he could to comfort her, but understood there wasn't much he could do but just be there for her. It was really going to be a mental battle for her to get through this.

On the first day of the trial, Andy walked into the courthouse and ran to the nearest restroom needing to throw up. A few minutes later she came out and Sam was standing there with a bottle of water. "You okay?" he asked.

"It's probably just my nerves," she replied, unscrewing the cap of the bottle before taking a sip.

"You don't have to be here, you know. The prosecutor said she'd call when it was time for you to take the stand and it likely won't even be today," he reminded her. "We can go to a cafe down the street and wait there."

She shook her head as they walked down the hall. "No, I'm fine. I need to be here."

Sam tried to understand and placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked into the courtroom. Andy took a seat near the back of the room and Sam followed her lead. It wasn't long before a court officer brought Jonah into the room and sat him at the defense table. Andy fought to control her breathing, but her anxiety got the best of her. She jumped up and quietly ran out the door with Sam on her heels.

"McNally, don't do this to yourself. We can come back when you need to testify," he told her.

"I need to be here, Sam. I need to see him pay." He wrapped her up in his arms, holding her tight against him and she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I hate seeing you like this," he whispered.

"I know. And I know I'm not just putting myself through this, that you're going through it too. But I…It's important to me that I'm here." She snaked her arms from where they were pressed against his chest to around his body.

He kissed the top of her head and wished again she never had to go through any of this. "You ready to go back in?" he asked.

She nodded and they walked back in just as the judge was taking her seat. Andy and Sam slid quietly into the seats they had abandoned and listened to the opening statements made by the prosecutor and defense attorney. It was late afternoon before they were done and the judge decided not to start hearing testimony until the next day.

The next morning, Andy barely made it out of bed before she was releasing the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Sam stood next to her, rubbing her back soothingly.

"I'm worried about you," Sam told her as she stood in front of the sink washing her mouth out. He'd noticed that in addition to her getting sick so much, her appetite had been off for a few days.

"I'm fine. It's just nerves from this trial," she told him, turning around to face him.

"Why don't you go to the doctor, just to make sure," he suggested.

Taking a step toward him, she leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "If it keeps up, I promise, but I know it's just nerves. Let's see how I feel after I testify."

He watched her walk out of the bathroom, conflicted. His gut was telling him something was wrong, but she had enough pressures on her right now that he wouldn't add to it by pushing her to see a doctor.

Arriving at the courthouse, an officer led them into a small room adjacent to the court. Andy wasn't allowed to hear other testimony prior to testifying herself, so she would be kept in the separate room until that time came.

She was jittery as the hours passed. She sat, she stood, she paced the room, she tried to read a magazine she found, she flipped through channels on the TV. She was currently standing by the window, sipping a cup of water, with her stomach in knots. "How long do you think he'll be on the stand?" Andy asked, turning around to find Sam watching her from where he sat at a table in the middle of the room.

"The prosecutor said Steve would probably be on the stand most of the day," Sam replied.

"Right, right, she did say that." Andy glanced down at her watch to see it was still early afternoon. "I just want to get this over with." She strolled over to him and plopped herself down in the chair next to him. "I didn't think waiting would be so hard."

"You want to be in there. You want to see what's going on. In here, you're blind to it all." He knew how much she wanted to witness every aspect of the trial and not knowing what was going on was killing her right now.

She took a deep breath and reached over to link her fingers through Sam's. "I don't think I'll be testifying today."

"Probably not," he agreed, shaking his head.

They were both right, with Steve's testimony lasting the entire day and even into the next morning. He was the head detective on the case, so it made sense he had a lot to offer on the stand. And a lot for the defense attorney to try and find flaw with.

The prosecutor assured Andy she would be on the stand before lunchtime today, as soon as the defense finished cross examining Steve. She was brought to the same room to wait, but had a different anxiety filling her.

Andy paced the room, feeling nervous about getting up on the stand and coming face to face with one of her attackers. Sam knew there wasn't much he could do for her at this point, but be there for her, so he remained silent.

She grabbed her unfinished coffee off the table and was about to take a sip when nausea suddenly struck. Nearly slamming the coffee back on the table, she ran over to a trash can in the corner of the room. She'd barely eaten anything for breakfast, so it quickly turned into dry heaving.

Sam walked over with a bottle of water, and rubbed her back as she stood up. "You gonna be okay today?"

She took a sip of the water before leaning against his chest. She wanted to be strong and say yes, but she couldn't. "I don't know."

He rested his chin on the top of her head and held her tight against him, wishing there was something more he could do. "It'll be over soon. And then we have our wedding and honeymoon to look forward to. And the rest of our lives without any of this."

"You're gonna be in there right?" she asked.

"Absolutely, I'll be in the first row. I'm right there if you need me."

An hour went by before Andy was called to the stand. The prosecutor's questions were first and Andy was well-prepared to recount her story. It was difficult to tell the entire courtroom some of the details of what she went through, but whenever she thought she might break down, Andy glanced over at Sam, whose comforting look gave her all the strength she needed to continue.

Andy was still giving her testimony as the sun was setting outside, but it was now the defense's turn. Seeing the exhaustion on her face after only the first question, the judge decided to call a recess until the next morning.

The defense attorney didn't waste any time attacking Andy when she took the stand the next day. She had to calm herself several times, taking deep breaths and reminding herself she wasn't the one on trial, although it felt like it.

It was just after lunch when her testimony was finally finished and she was drained. Sam met her outside the courtroom where she sat on a bench, needing a moment before she returned to listen to the other testimony.

"How are you doing?" he asked, sitting down next to her.

She took a deep breath before turning to look at him. "I'm exhausted. I knew it would be hard, but that was beyond what I imagined." She leaned into him as he put his arm around her.

"It's over now. And you should've seen the faces of the jurors. They were horrified at what he did to you. They'll convict him," he said to reassure her.

Andy tilted her head up and let her eyes flutter closed as their lips met. Sam felt her body relax as they kissed and he smiled against her lips before finally pulling away. "I'm so glad you're here," she told him.

"I wouldn't be anywhere else," he said.

"I know." She stood up, taking his hand in hers. "I'm ready to go back in now."

They found seats near the back of the room and settled in to hear what the next witness for the prosecution had to say.

When Andy's alarm went off a few days later, Sam tried to distract her from getting out of bed. Andy hummed in contentment as Sam placed kisses along her jaw and down her neck.

"Sam," she whined when he sucked at the sweet spot where her neck met her shoulder. "We can't. We're gonna be late."

"This is more fun," he said before his lips found hers.

She giggled against his lips and ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. "I gotta get up so we can get to court on time."

"We can be late...or, you know, miss a day." He knew her response was not going to be pleasant and didn't have to wait long for it.

Her smile turned into a glare, before she pushed at his chest until she could sit up. "This was all just to try to get me to stay home today?"

"It's just one day. The trial will still go on if you're not there," he replied. They both knew who was taking the stand today - the emergency room doctor who first examined Andy after she'd been found. Sam didn't want her having to sit through the doctor's recounting of how she came into the ER.

She knew Sam was trying to protect her, but she was an adult and could make her own decisions. "I told you, it's important to me to be there every day. If you don't want to be there, fine. But I need to be. If you can't understand that..."

"McNally, that's not it. I just think today of all days might be a day to - "

"Stay away?" Andy interrupted. "Not happening." Getting out of bed, Andy slammed the door to the bathroom and Sam let out a heavy sigh.

By the time she was done with her shower and dressed, Andy felt horrible for how the morning had started. This wasn't the first, and wouldn't be the last, time their stubborn personalities butted heads, but she didn't want to fight with Sam.

When she walked into the kitchen, Sam was pouring himself a cup of coffee. "I'm sorry," she said, and Sam turned around to face her. "I know you have the best intentions, but you need to understand where I'm coming from. My way of dealing with this is to be there every step of the way."

"I'm sorry too, for how I went about it. But I'm not going to stop worrying about you," he said.

"I know."

"I know what today's going to do to you," he said, taking a step toward her. "It's gonna tear you apart. You lived through it; you don't need to be there to see it again."

Andy knew Sam was right and there was a good chance she wouldn't handle today well. "I love you, but I'm not changing my mind. Today might be hard, but...but I'll regret it if I don't try to sit through it."

Sam realized this wasn't a debate he wasn't going to win. "Okay," he said it defeat. "I won't push it anymore."

"Thank you. Do you need the truck today or can I take it?" she asked, as she poured her own cup of coffee.

"You think I'm letting you do this alone?" he asked as if she were crazy. "I'll be ready in half an hour."

Andy watched him walk out of the kitchen and her lips curved up slightly. He always had her back, and she hoped he could understand on some level her need to be in the courtroom today.

Dr. Connors' testimony began without delay as she first recalled Andy's appearance when she arrived at the ER. The prosecutor then moved onto physical injuries, submitting medical records and photos into evidence. Andy took a deep breath as the doctor began confirming what was in the medical reports and providing details of her injuries. That's when the prosecutor put on display poster-size photos of Andy's injuries, so the jury could clearly see what had been done to her.

Andy watched and listened to the testimony with a stoic face, a single tear defying the rest of her emotions and rolling down her cheek. She swiped it away with the back of her hand, stubbornly refusing to let it get to her. It wasn't until the doctor pointed to photo after photo of her injuries that Andy began to falter. Her breath started to quicken and her hearing became fuzzy, like everyone around her was muffled.

She was fighting an internal battle, wanting to stay where she was, but knowing she'd reached her breaking point. She didn't know if she was going to throw up or pass out, but she had to get out of there. Jumping up, she ran out of the courtroom.

Sam found Andy at the water fountain in the hallway a minute later. "You okay?"

"No," she said, turning to face him. "It's like I'm looking at pictures of someone else. I mean, I know it's me and the doctor is talking about my injuries, but...but it's like a different person."

"You don't have to be here, Andy. I know you've wanted to be a presence in the courtroom to show support for the prosecution, but it's okay not to be here every day," he told her.

She felt like the room was spinning, so she slowly bent down to take a drink from the water fountain. She took a moment to steady herself and took a couple deep breaths before facing Sam again. "I don't want to be here anymore," she admitted. "I wanna go home."

"Let's go." Sam didn't even hesitate, placing a comforting hand on her back as they walked out of the courthouse.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Andy turned to face Sam. "I know you didn't think I should come today, that all this is exactly what you expected."

"It's the last thing I wanted to happen. You're the strongest woman I know, but that doesn't mean things like this can't crack you," he told her.

"I don't regret going. I would've regretting not trying," she said. "Thank you for not saying 'I told you so.'"

"I may not understand why you needed to hear the doctor's testimony, but I do understand not wanting to regret anything." Stopping at a red light, he looked over at her and saw her smile beaming back at him. "You feeling better now?"

She nodded. "Good. What do you wanna do with the rest of the day?" he asked.

Her smile turned mischievous as Sam focused back on the road. "How about we forget all this happened and continue where I interrupted us this morning," she suggested. Sam let out a chuckle and headed as quickly as he could in the direction of home.

Later that afternoon, Andy was draped over Sam in their bed, her head propped up next to his by a bent arm, as her fingers danced across his chest and he played with the hair draped over her back.

"I miss this," she said.

"Staying in bed all day?"

"Yeah. We've been so busy lately," she said.

"We should pick a weekend and go up to Oliver's cabin. You know we have an open invitation as long as they aren't using it," he suggested.

"I like that idea, a lot. We can get away from everything, just you, me and Boo." A content smile took over her face as she thought dreamily it.

"In the meantime…" He pulled her on top of him. "Today's not over yet." He felt her laugh as her mouth covered his.

When Andy continued getting sick and found she didn't have much of an appetite, she agreed with Sam that she needed to see a doctor. She couldn't continue to blame it on anxiousness over the trial, which was almost over.

After reviewing Andy's symptoms and a brief examination, her longtime doctor, Dr. Monroe, had a suspicion about what was going on, but wanted to perform an ultrasound before saying anything to her patient.

"It looks like congratulations are in order, Andy," the doctor said as she looked at the ultrasound monitor.

Andy glanced at Sam with wide eyes before focusing back on the doctor. "What?"

"See that, right there," she said, pointing to a small gray blob on the screen. "That is your baby."

"I'm...I'm…" Andy stuttered over her words, lost in the visual on the monitor.

"We're having a baby?" Sam was just as stunned as his fiancé.

"I'd say you're about a month along," Dr. Monroe replied, but her expression became tense with furrowed brows as she moved the ultrasound probe around Andy's stomach.

"Is something wrong?" Andy asked, picking up on the doctor's sudden uneasiness.

"Nothing to be concerned about right now, but if you have time I'd like to further examine you," she said.

Andy nodded. "Yeah, yeah, do whatever you need to do." Her grip on Sam's hand tightened nervously as the doctor put away the ultrasound machine and made some notes in her chart. The doctor conducted a physical exam and reviewed some of Andy's medical history before stepping out of the room to allow her patient to get dressed.

Coming back in, Dr. Monroe sat in front of Andy and Sam. "I saw something on the ultrasound that concerned me, Andy. After examining you and reviewing some tests taken when you were brought to the ER almost a year ago, I can conclude you have serious scar tissue in your abdomen and pelvic area. It's possible the damage from your past trauma may impact your pregnancy."

Andy couldn't catch her breath. From a moment of elation to being shoved back to the dark place she'd finally climbed out of. She thought that part of her life was in the past, that those men couldn't continue to hurt her.

Sam rubbed Andy's back trying to comfort her as he spoke to the doctor. "What does this mean?"

"It means that we need to keep a close watch on Andy to see what, if any, affect it may have on her or the baby. It's very possible, she will have a normal pregnancy, but equally as possible she may not be able to carry a baby to term."

"Lose the baby?" Andy blurted out as her hand flew to her stomach, already protective of the tiny fetus that had just begun growing inside of her.

"I'm sorry to have to be the bearer of this news on what should be a happy day," she said. "But the next couple of months will be key. If you can get through that, your chances of carrying the baby to term increase exponentially. There are things you can do to help your chances. Read through this information and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to call me."

Sam took the papers she held out to them. "I'll do whatever I need to do," Andy said. "I'll lie in bed for the next nine months. I'll eat whatever you tell me to. I'll do anything." She was determined not to lose this precious life that she and Sam created.

Dr. Monroe smiled at the commitment of her patient. "That's not necessary, Andy. You can live a normal life. You did say you hadn't had much of an appetite lately, and while that's normal early in your pregnancy, I'd suggest making sure you find something you can keep down so you don't lose any weight."

They talked with the doctor for a few minutes longer before heading home. Sam decided to make a homemade soup for dinner that night that would be full of nutrients Andy needed and he hoped would be easy enough on her stomach that it wouldn't come back up.

Taking it easy, Andy sat on the couch with her legs stretched out across it. Boo could tell something was wrong the moment they'd gotten home and he played with his bone right next to the couch. Andy placed her hands over her stomach, still in disbelief there was a little person growing in her. "I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you're a healthy little boy or girl," she whispered. "After everything we've gone through, I can't lose you."

Sam joined her several minutes later, lifting her legs so he could sit down and put them on his lap. He knew there was a lot on her mind and if he waited, she'd start to talk about it, so he remained silent as he rubbed up and down her shin soothingly.

"I thought it was finally in the past. Except for the rest of the trial, I thought it was over, but they continue to hurt me," she said, trying to keep her now fidgeting hands busy by gathering her hair into a messy bun. "But now...now they may prevent me from ever having a baby."

"We don't know that yet. The doctor said you might have a perfectly normal pregnancy," he replied, trying to reassure her and himself. But he was terrified. They'd been through a lot, but the loss of a child was something he didn't even want to think about. "We just have to take extra special care of you two."

Despite being worried, the corners of her lips tugged upward. She splayed her hand over her abdomen. "We made a little person."

"Probably a little stubborn ass baby cop," he quipped.

"With your dimples," she added.

He placed his hand over hers. "And your big brown eyes."

She took a deep breath. "We're having a baby." From finding out she was pregnant to learning there could be problems because her past trauma, Andy hadn't let it really sink it that she and Sam were bringing a baby into this world. "We didn't really plan this."

"No, but we talked about having kids someday. That someday is just coming a little early." He smiled as he took her hand in his and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "We'll figure it all out."

Andy was happy to hear Sam say that. The one time they talked about having kids, it led into a discussion about how much they didn't want to be like her mom or his dad. It had crossed her mind that their fears would prevent them from taking the plunge into parenthood someday. "You're going to be a great father. He or she is going to have an amazing role model, Sam. And as stunned as I am, I can't wait."

She grinned and tugged Sam close enough for a kiss, causing him to fall lightly on top of her. He pulled her down until they were both lying down. He still had doubts about what kind of father he'd be, but he loved the faith she had in him. One thing he did know was what a great mom she was going to be.

"You are going to be the best mother a child could ever have," he told her. He brushed hair off her forehead as they settled into the cushions.

"We're going to be the best parents because we have each other," she said, running her hand down his chest.

He lowered his lips to hers, letting passion take over the kiss.