I'm glad you guys liked the last one. I always love all the reviews that I get. This is the second of the three endings, it is a little darker than the other ones so prepare. It starts after the laser tag chapter.

He woke up to see Andy lying on her stomach still fast asleep. The sun was just barely leaking in through the window; creeping onto her tan skin and making it glow softly in the darkened room. He rolled on to his side and gently lifted the back of his old shirt that was hanging loosely across his girlfriend's back. He let it rest on her shoulders, revealing almost completely the skin of her back. His eyes immediately swept to the bruise on her left side, the bruise that he had caused to appear across her skin and scream out in a painful dark purple.

He noticed the goose bumps now adorning her back from not having the shirt covering her anymore and replaced the shirt. He let his hand slide back under, and gently roam the skin of her back, staying in bed with her a little longer before getting up to make them breakfast. He set up the coffee maker and began making eggs and toast. He carried everything back in on a tray, placing it on her night stand and bending over to kiss her neck. He kissed her softly a couple of times before she started to wake, a hum of enjoyment coming from her lips. "Andy, you gotta get up." She mumbled a 'no' into her pillow. "I made you breakfast, and you're going to want it hot so you better get up." She let out a defeated sigh, before rolling over and sitting up, wincing slightly at the movement.

"How does it feel?" She reached for the mug of coffee sitting on the tray he had brought in and took a sip. "It's fine." He shook his head, knowing she was just saying that to make him feel better. "It's not fine. I've seen it. You don't have to act tough for me."

"It's fine. I'll take some aspirin before work and it'll be good to go." He just nodded, knowing that she was too determined to let him stop her from doing what she wanted. They ate their eggs and toast in bed as the sun crept up outside her window. "We need to start getting ready or we're going to be late." She nodded and pulled herself out of bed, pulling his hand and dragging him with her to the bathroom. They showered quickly and headed out for work.

They walked into the barn and went their separate ways, changing into their uniforms, and getting their equipment before joining the others in parade. Sam was already sitting at the back table with Oliver discussing some random thing as she brushed past him. He looked up to see her walking towards a chair at the front, she turned her head to look back over her shoulder, giving him a big grin before taking a seat as Frank walked in.

Parade was short and sweet. They were given their partners for the day, and told to "Protect, serve, and get back here in one piece!" Sam was paired with Oliver and Andy was with Chris for the day. Chris grabbed their bag and the keys and headed out as Andy made them some coffee before leaving the station for the day.

They had been driving around for an hour or so before they heard anything from dispatch. A voice came over the radio, "1520, attend 57 Kingston Road for a possible domestic. The 9-1-1 call was placed by an elderly woman in the apartment above." Andy picked of the receiver and replied, "1520, mark us on that." as Chris speed towards the building, lights flashing, and sirens blaring.

The woman who had made the call was waiting outside the building, waiting for them to arrive. She looked as though she must be in her eighties, her back was slightly bent with age, big bifocals sitting atop her nose, a cane in her veiny right hand, her fingers clutching tightly around the handle. Her short gray hair fell in curls around her head, with her flowery blouse being somewhat hidden by the thin beige cardigan she was pulling around herself. She gave them a slight smile as they walked towards her, "Hello officers, thanks for coming." They nodded in response. "Ma'am would you like to step back inside; it's a bit cold out here." She nodded in response, taking Chris' hand as he helped her back up the two steps of the apartment building and into the hallway. "Thank you. You can call me Joyce." She smiled gratefully at him as he released her hand.

"Can you tell us why you called ma'am?" Andy inquired as Chris made his way down the hall towards the apartment in question. "Well I could hear stuff being moved around, quite loudly, and then I heard a scream, but then everything was fine. I didn't know what happened so I thought I'd let someone younger and more experienced have a look, in case it was something." Andy nodded and finished writing her notes. "If you could wait here while we go take a look, I would really appreciate that." The woman nodded and watched as Andy and Chris descended the stairs to the lower apartments.

They approached the door, waiting to see if they could hear anything, but there was absolutely nothing happening inside the apartment. They knocked and waited for a response that never came. Looking over at Chris then back to the door, the glint of something below caught Andy's eye. She bent down to see the red stickiness peeking out from under the left side of the door. "Chris." He looked and saw the blood taking a step back, both drawing their guns, as he kicked the door in. It swung open without much fight, slamming into wall behind it.

Chris stepped in first, scanning the room for anybody, as Andy followed. She glanced to the left, finding the source of the blood. There was a very pregnant woman, lying on the floor, a large slit across her throat. Andy immediately holstered her gun and dropped down beside the woman, feeling for a pulse that was no longer there. Chris came back into the main room, holstering his gun, "It's clear." He reached for his radio, "This is 1520, requesting back up at 57 Kingston, send an ambulance too."

The apartment was a little banged up. Pictures hanging crookedly on the wall or fallen to the ground, the coffee table had been knocked over, shattering the mug that had obviously been resting there. The woman was fully dressed, lying in a pool of her own blood, her neck covered in blood that had been released from the deep cut it had suffered. The blood at spurted onto the wall and probably continued onto the back of the door, located behind her head, it moved in a crimson wave on the white backdrop.

The other officers, began arriving, calling in the homicide for the rest of the division. Andy stepped back out of the room, heading back upstairs to take the older woman's statement. "Officer, what's going on?" Andy tried to keep her face calm, "I'm going to need to take your statement, did you see anyone entering or leaving that apartment today?" The woman had her hand to her mouth in horror at what could have happened. "Where's Helen? Is she alright? Is the baby okay?" Andy looked down to see the heartbreak taking over the woman's features. She couldn't keep it from her any longer, and shook her head in response, "I'm sorry." She whispered; tears welling in her own eyes as she watched to woman crumble before her. She reached for the woman steadying her, and then circling her arms around her, comforting her as the woman cried.

Andy had been standing with the crying woman for about ten minutes, letting her take her time, before deciding it would probably be better to get her into her own apartment and let her rest. She guided Joyce, who now looked like a vacant body, life sucked out of her, back to her room. Andy watched as she sat on the couch, staring at the blank wall in front of her. "Joyce, call me if you need anything okay?" She nodded in response, her eyes still feasting on the blank wall, "Thank you." Andy left her card resting on the table in front of the woman and quietly exited.

Walking out to Sam's truck he could tell that she was still filled with emotion. She walked almost lifelessly to the silver vehicle. As they were approaching he grabbed her arm, spinning her back towards him. She looked up at his face, her broken features breaking his heart. "Hey, come here." He said; pulling her into him as the tears that had been welling inside her eyes began to spill over. He placed a hand at the back of her head as the other arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her head was tucked into his neck, silent tears spilling onto his skin as she clutched the back of his shirt as if she was holding on for her life.

They stayed in that position, Sam trying to calm her down, telling her that it would be okay, that they would find whoever did it, telling her he was there for her. "It's okay Andy, we'll find them. We're going to get passed this. I'm here okay? Whenever you need to talk, I'm here. Okay? I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." She nodded into his neck, stopping the tears before she pulled back to look in his face. She looked at his eyes, before pushing herself up to kiss him. Their lips met very briefly, her way of telling him 'thank you'. As she pulled back, he looked down at her, stunned by the familiar sensation that he had been missing, caught off guard by her action.

She started to turn to walk to the door of the car when his brain finally overcame the numbing sensation she had sent it through. He grabbed her arm, turning her to face him again, his hand grabbing the back of her head and crushing his lips to hers, making her understand that he meant what he said, he would be there whenever she needed him, it was his way of saying 'I love you' without actually saying the words. She pulled away from his lips, staring into his eyes, "I love you." His eyes went to her lips again, placing one of the softest and sweetest kisses on her lips, before grabbing their bags and throwing them in the truck. He took her hand leading her to the passenger door and telling her, "Let me take you home."

Sorry it was kinda graphic and not as happy, but I couldn't think of any other way for Andy to cave first. Let me know what you thought! THANKS!