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The sun slowly peeked into Dov's bedroom, the light on his face awakening him. He didn't move, he just listened for a minute. After a few minutes of silence, he was a bit confused as to what Andy was doing. That was, until he felt her hot breath on his neck. He turned, expecting to see a sleeping Andy who'd found her way across the bed during the night, looking for another warm body. He was greeted by something else.

"Jesus Christ, Andy!" Dov yelled as he jumped backwards, nearly falling off the bed. She was lying sideways on the bed, staring at him. Her straight face shattered into a fit of laughter, as he tried to regain his composure. His hand flew to his chest and he struggled to regulate his breathing. "What are you doing?" His voice was high.

"Creepin'." She gave him her best creepy-old-neighbour stare.

"Andy, seriously! You're gonna give me a heart attack." He looked at her with wide eyes.

"But you had to wake up!" She crawled over to him and smiled demurely. "We've got to go to my house!" She clapped her hands.

"Andy, it's only seven thirty." He rubbed his eyes.

"He's gonna be there in an hour and a half!" She chirped. "We've gotta get over there, I don't wanna be late!"

"Andy, your house is like fifteen minutes away. Chill." He laughed as he rolled over onto his stomach. "Can I go back to sleep now?"

"Fine, but I'm waking you up at 8:30. And that's final. I'm gonna go get ready." She smiled as she hopped off the bed and started to gather her things.

"Ready?" Dov said, his voice muffled because he'd buried his face in his pillow.

"Yes, ready." Andy giggled.

"For Sam? Why?" He lifted his head.

"Cause I want to look good for him." She said happily.

"He practically drools when you're in sweats." Dov reasoned.

"But he's been living in a shithole since the beginning of this; I want to give him a little treat." She was not going to give up.

"Fine. But be quiet, and no heels." He closed his eyes.

"Deal." She tiptoed out of the room.


"Dov!" Andy called down the hallway. "Get up!"

"Hmph." He grunted into his pillow. "I'm coming, I'm coming." He pulled a shirt over his head and walked down the hallway, stopping short.

"Whoa, Andy…" Dov's jaw dropped. "Whoa." She giggled, a blush rising up her neck.

"Thanks, Dov." She smiled.

"Whoa?" He still couldn't find words.

"Alright, let's go." She limped over and pulled him by the arm, leading him towards the door.

"Whoa." Dov said quietly, still looking at her.

"You, car, now!" She laughed. He grabbed her arm, and stopped her in the doorway. He stepped out in front of her.

"Hold on." He whispered. He turned around and looked across to the neighbouring house. "Dale, stop staring." He called out. The blonde man suddenly stood from his place in the bushes, making Andy jump.

"Come on, man!" He threw his hands up.

"No, Dale. That's creepy. Go away." Dov answered.

"Fine." Dale trudged back inside. He turned to Andy.

"Après vous, mon cher." He placed his hand on the small of her back and helped her down the stairs.

The car ride there was short, and Andy sat in her seat and fidgeted. When they arrived, Dov helped her to the top step and took one last look at her. She truly was a thing of beauty.

He thought he'd seen most of her dresses, but this one was new to him. It grazed her knee, hugging her body tightly with just enough give to not irritate her leg. The silky maroon fabric complemented her brown curls, which cascaded gracefully down her back. It was then he realized she wasn't wearing shoes.

"No shoes, Ms. Mc – Swarek?" He raised his eyebrows.

"It's not like I really need them." She smiled, brushing her hair over her shoulders. "Hey, could you maybe, wait until Sam gets here?"

"Yeah, of course. I'll be in the car, okay?" Dov smiled at her and jogged over to kiss her on the cheek. "You kids have fun." He retreated to his car and began flipping through an old paper.

A few minutes later, Sam jogged up. He looked like hell, his black hair sticking out every which was and equally black bags under his eyes. His T-shirt was fitted and jeans slung low on his hips, and they nearly fell right off when he knocked on the door and Andy basically jumped him.

She flung open the door and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his. His arms slid around her waist and he kissed her with equal fervour, while walking her back inside. Andy's hand left his body to wave goodbye to Dov before the door closed, and that was it.

Stunned, Dov drove home trying to un-see his best friend getting hot and heavy with her fiancé. He was due to pick her up in exactly one hour. He walked around the kitchen, a bit unsure of what to do with himself.

"Come on, Dov. It's your house. There has to be something." He walked down the hallway and searched for dirty laundry, only to find everything folded neatly in the laundry basket, tucked into the corner of his room. The garbage had been taken out, windows washed, carpets vacuumed, Andy had really gone to town on the place.

A yawn overtook him and effectively decided what he would do for an hour. He fell into his bed and stretched gratefully, revelling in the soft, fluffy quilt. He lifted his head only to set an alarm on his phone before drifting off to sleep.

Exactly 45 minutes later, the sharp ringtone woke him. He grumbled as he made his way down the hallway and out to his car. He was still sleeping when he pulled up to see Andy standing on the curb, her once perfect curls a little past messy. She got in the car and smiled back at the house, where unbeknownst to Dov, Sam was still taking refuge. He smiled from the upstairs window as they pulled away.

"You smell like sex." Dov looked at her, his voice still a little hoarse. She looked at him with wide eyes.

"Dov!" She gasped, a smile spreading across her face as quickly as the accompanying blush.

"Well you don't smell like sex, per se, but seriously, what is this?" He reached over and tugged down the top of her dress a little, revealing a very dark bruise. "Like, you're kidding me. What is he, a vampire?"

"Dov! No! That's, that isn't from…" Andy scrambled to make up an excuse.

"Chill, Andy, I'm a big boy." He laughed. A lull fell over the two, until Andy heard a small voice from next to her.

"Andy likes it roouuuggh." He sang, and then laughed. She swatted his arm and went beet red.

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" She squealed.

"Fine." He grinned to himself. "Well, what did he have to say for himself?" He sped through a yellow light.

"He might be home in a week! One week, Dov!" She practically jumped in her seat. "Can we go see Traci?" Her sudden change in topic confused Dov, but he didn't fight it.

"I guess." He laughed, hoping Best wouldn't hang him for distracting his officers again. Once they reached the station, Andy did her best to rush inside. She was greeted by a wave of officers and thousands of how-are-you-doing?'s. She brushed everyone off and tracked Traci down. They hadn't been there for more than twenty minutes when the loud, booming voice belonging to Frank sounded.

"I need allavailable bodies in the tack room, now!" He called out, jogging through the bullpen. The station jumped to life as everyone shuffled around, putting away their reports and then finding there way to tack. "We've got two officers undercover right now. One just reported in that we have all the proof we need, we can move in and make the bust. However, the other officer is currently reported MIA. We can proceed, but people, proceed with extreme caution. Don't hit anyone on our side!" Best emphasized every word. "Everyone gear up, briefing in twenty." He said flipping open his phone and leaving the room, passing a speechless Dov and terrified Andy.

"Oh my God, Sam's in trouble." She whispered. Dov grabbed her and walked her into the women's locker room.

"Nothing is happening, he's fine." He looked at her eyes, full of panic. "He's fine, he's fine. You just saw him."

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." She breathed. Without warning she jumped up from the bench and darted out of the room. Dov was surprised, for a woman who could barely walk, she sure could move.

"Frank! Frank!" She called.

"Yes, Ms. McNally?" He turned, clearly in a rush and a little jumpy.

"Let me come." Her words were full of determination.

"Andy, you know I can't do that." He raised his hands.

"Please, I need to. I'll just wait in the car, I swear." She grabbed his hands. "Please, you can't leave me here" He sighed through his nose.

"Fine, Andy. But you stay in the car, stay off the radios and you sit quietly, got it?" He turned to Dov. "You wanna come too, Epstein?" He sighed, Dov nodded. "Alright. Same rules apply to you." He waved them off and continued trying to get a handle on the situation.

"Everyone! Listen up!" Jerry called from tack. "Sam Swarek and Lydia Johnston have been undercover for the past little while, investigating and effectively trying to destroy a human trafficking ring. We caught a break today, Lydia found an in. She got all the recorded proof we need; we have photos, dates, times, the works. Bottom line is we can put them away. Now, we just have to get them." Cheers sounded throughout the room.

"The only catch is that Sam is currently off our radar. We don't know what that means, where he could be, or if he's alright." Best strode into the room. "We do know, however, that Swarek would not waste any time trying to get in on these guys. So chances are he's with them now. When we go in, there's gonna be fire. All of you need to watch out, there can be no mistakes."

A wave of agreement settled over the cops of fifteen and everyone started to roll out. Andy was riding with a fifteen veteran, nineteen years on the force. They didn't speak, nor did Dov and the officer he rode with. They arrived outside the warehouse Lydia had led them to and were beyond glad when both cars were parked next to each other.

The officers jumped to life, forming assigned groups and waiting for the signal to head in. Before anyone could give the signal, a blonde woman tumbled through the side door, screaming.

"That's Lydia! Move!" Oliver screamed, and they were off. Every officer disappeared into the large building, leaving Andy and Dov alone in their cars. Minutes passed, before gunshots were heard. She imagined what was going on inside.

She imagined the cops filing in, covering all doors, before kicking them down. They were efficient, that was for sure. And they sure as hell didn't fire unless they needed to. They exchanged glances and resisted the urge to rush in behind everyone.

Out of nowhere, a second storey window shattered and two men fell out onto the flatbed truck beneath them. The hairs on Dov's arms stood on end as Andy screamed.

"Sam!"