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"Hey, Oliver," Andy called out, sliding up next to him at the snack machine. "You're just the person I was looking for."

"Well isn't it my lucky day," Oliver replied with false enthusiasm.

"That it is," Andy responded pleasantly, undeterred by the officer's mood. "I need your help."

"Everyone always needs my help," Oliver mused, peering into the vending machine, considering his options. "No one ever says, 'Oliver, is there something I can help you with today'?"

Andy smiled patiently and indulged him. "Oliver, is there something I can help you with today?"

"Yeah," Oliver answered, fishing change out of his pocket. He counted it up quickly and then said, "I need five cents."

"Sorry, I don't carry change," Andy told him.

"Crackers it is then," Oliver grumbled, putting his money into the machine. When he noticed Andy was still standing next to him he asked, "What is it you wanted?"

"Okay," Andy grinned. She glanced around and then lowered her voice, "Sam's birthday is coming up."

"Ah, yeah," Oliver said, ripping the plastic package open, "Just a few days. Forty, right?"

"Yeah," Andy confirmed. "And his sister is coming into town and we're all going out to dinner."

"That's so nice," Oliver said. "Getting in good with the family. Good plan, McNally."

Andy ignored his teasing. "Sam thinks dinner is the only thing we're doing for his birthday, but I think it would be fun to throw him a surprise party."

"Sam hates parties," Oliver said immediately, shaking his head.

"I know he thinks he hates parties," Andy said, "But when was the last time he actually had a party?"

Oliver bit off a piece of cracker and chewed slowly, considering her question. "Good point."

"Thank you. So," Andy hesitated, "I kind of need your help to pull it off."

"Ah," Oliver nodded before he quickly declined, "No."

"Oh come on Oliver," Andy whined, "We'll do it at Sam's house, I'll have everything ready for you, you'll just have get it set up. And I'll get Traci to help you."

"I don't know McNally."

"He's your best friend Oliver," Andy reminded him, not above guilting him into helping her. "Your best friend."

Oliver exhaled heavily. "When is this party?"

"Saturday night," Andy said, hopefully.

"Kind of short notice, isn't it?"

"Well I only found out it was his birthday a week ago," Andy explained. "And last night was the first time that I've gotten to talk to Sarah to make sure she was cool with it. Come on," she implored him. "It's just setting out some food and turning on some music. It won't be a big deal."

Oliver was quiet for a moment. "I'm not blowing up any balloons," he declared. "I have two daughters, I've blown up enough balloons to last me a lifetime."

Andy grinned, "No balloons, promise."

"And if it goes south, you're taking the fall for it," Oliver warned.

Andy held up her right hand and promised, "I will take full responsibility."

"Fine." Oliver paused and then sighed dramatically. "I'll do it."

She was about to thank him profusely but they were interrupted. "Do what?" Sam asked, coming up behind his friend.

Andy jumped in surprise at Sam's sudden appearance but Oliver covered smoothly, "Team up with McNally here at darts tonight. That is," he challenged, "If you guys actually show up at the Penny."

"Mmmm," Andy said, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head. "I don't know if I can fit that in."

"We still have that whole season of Law & Order to finish up," Sam said.

Andy nodded. "And when we finish the original series there's always Criminal Intent and Special Victims Unit."

"That's probably going to take what? A good two, three months?" Sam said, playing along.

"Oh, at least," Andy agreed.

"Seriously?" Oliver asked, looking between the partners. "You guys are like a boring, old, married couple."

"We are not boring," Andy scoffed.

"Or married," Sam added.

"And only one of us is old," Andy finished with a grin.

Sam looked at her and smirked, which she returned in kind. "Cute." He turned back to Oliver. "I think we can probably make it tonight buddy."

"Hey Andy!" Traci called from down the hall, "Can you come here for a second?"

"Yeah, sure," Andy replied. She smiled at the two men in front of her before heading off, "See you guys later."

An awkward silence fell over Sam and Oliver them as they watched Andy walked down the hallway.

Oliver cleared his throat, "Listen, Sammy, I just wanted to make sure that we were good."

Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Why wouldn't we be?"

"Well, you know," Oliver said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. When Sam shook his head, Oliver clarified. "The tape."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Ah," he deduced. "You were the one that showed her."

Oliver blinked. "McNally didn't tell you it was me?"

Sam shook his head. "Nope. She told me she saw it but she never mentioned who showed her."

"Oh, well, I guess you know now. Listen, I would have talked to you yesterday but my daughter had a piano recital and I didn't want to show up with a black eye," Oliver said, rubbing out an imaginary scuffmark on the floor with his toe. He squinted back up at his friend. "You mad?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Am I mad that you butted into my personal life and showed Andy a private conversation that should never have been recorded?"

"Look," Oliver said, defending himself, "I thought it was the right thing to do at the time. She deserved to know."

"You didn't trust that I could handle it?" Sam asked.

Oliver shook his head. "No," he admitted. "Not really. No offense, I love you brother, but you're kind of emotionally stunted."

Sam's eyes widened. "Emotionally stunted?" He repeated, baffled.

"Yeah," Oliver said. "Trust me, it was for your own good. You needed some help."

"Huh." Sam said, nodding his head slowly.

"What?" Oliver asked.

"Well I was going to tell you that all was forgiven but now that you've called me emotionally stunted," Sam held his hands up, "I don't what to think."

Oliver fixed him with a look. "You know it's true."

Sam was quiet, thinking. He finally sighed. "Fine."

"Fine, like, you're not mad?" Oliver guessed.

"I am not mad," Sam confirmed.

Oliver grinned, "So I take it everything's okay with you and McNally."

"Yeah man," Sam chuckled, "Everything's good."

"Good," Oliver said, relieved. He put his hand Sam's shoulder. "You know I just want you to be happy."

Sam glanced at the hand on his shoulders and then back to his friend. "Are you going to hug me?" He asked.

"I'm thinking about it," Oliver confirmed.

"Don't do that," Sam warned.

Oliver didn't remove his hand. "I feel like it's a hugging moment."

"It's not," Sam said quickly, "We don't need to hug."

"Yes, we do brother," Oliver said, reaching around Sam. "It's a manly hug, come on."

Sam rolled his eyes but nevertheless allowed Oliver to hug him. He even joined in and slapped his friend on the back a couple of times for good measure.

Later that night, after they made it home from the Penny and had gone to bed, Andy woke up when she heard a car door slamming. She reached over to grab her phone but her fingers found a piece of paper instead. She sat up quickly and turned on the lamp beside the bed. It was a note from Sam, letting her know that Boyd needed him again.

Andy knew that trying to go back to sleep was a lost cause, so she grabbed her pillow and headed downstairs. She settled onto the couch and flipped on the television, ready for a long night of infomercials.

It had been two days since she and Sam had their conversation about the state of their relationship and in that time not much had changed, at least on the surface. Physically, things hadn't progressed at all. Sam was still his usual flirtatious self with her, but she suspected that he was waiting on her to make the first move in that area.

Emotionally, though, they both recognized that their relationship was deepening. There was comfort and security in knowing they both wanted the same thing. After their talk, there was an openness and an honesty that hadn't been there before. She felt comfortable telling him what she was ready for and what she wasn't, knowing that he wouldn't push her one way or the other, that he didn't expect more from her than what she was able to give.

When she was with Luke, she always felt like they were out of sync, never quite on the same page. One was always ready to move forward and just expected the other to catch up. With Sam, even though they were in the very beginning stages of their relationship, she felt understood.

It was a good feeling, she thought. A very good feeling.

She was watching the infomercial for the Magic Bullet and was seriously considering ordering one when her phone rang. She knew it could only be one person and multiple scenarios of why Sam would be calling her, all of which ended with him in the hospital, flashed through her mind before the phone could ring a second time. "Hello?" She answered anxiously.

"Hey," Sam said. Andy could hear someone talking to him in the background. "I need you."

She took a cab downtown, asking the driver to drop her off at the address Sam had given her. She spotted the SUV he told her he'd be driving and walked over to him, putting a little swagger in her hips in case anyone was watching.

He had spotted her in the rearview mirror and by the time she made it to his window it was already rolled down. "Hey," Sam said as she approached.

"Hi," Andy replied, looking in the window and nodding over at passenger. "Boyd," she said tightly as a greeting.

"McNally," he replied, tipping his head.

"Here he is," Sam said, handing her a picture of the undercover officer. "Real name Tyler Greene. He's going by Ryan Gates.

"Ryan Gates," Andy repeated, mumbling to herself as she studied his picture.

"He's in there," Sam said, pointing to a bar down the street from where the SUV was parked. "Our guy works as the bartender, said he's been there for a while and has been drinking heavily and talking the whole time. He hasn't said anything too damaging yet, but we need to get him out before he does."

"Who's he with?" Andy asked.

"We don't know for sure," Sam said. "Our CI recognized one guy, Alex Turner, as a local dealer."

"Shouldn't you guys have a plan for this?" Andy asked, directing her question towards Boyd. Undercover officers were really not supposed to drink on the job; loose inhibitions and loose lips could compromise the agent's cover and the operation as a whole.

"We do." He smirked at her. "You're it. Of course you could have slutted it up a little more. You look like you're on your way to church."

Andy narrowed her eyes at him, "Sorry, I didn't have time to stop at Hookers 'R' Us on my way down here to save your ass." She yanked her coat open, exposing her very revealing top. "Is this good enough for you?"

"You look fine," Sam said, interrupting the escalating argument. He shot Boyd a warning look before turning to Andy. "You know your story?"

When Sam called her earlier he had explained that neither he nor Boyd could be seen with the undercover agent without risk of exposing his identity as a cop. If they could get the agent out without blowing his cover, there was still hope for the operation. That was where she came in.

"Yep," she said, nodding firmly and she closed her coat. "Girlfriend, prostitute, whatever it takes to get him out of there."

"Right, use your judgment," Sam told her. "You shouldn't have a problem but if you're not out in ten minutes I'm coming in after you."

"I've got it Sam, I'll be fine," she assured him with a gentle smile.

"We're gonna pull into that alley," Sam said, pointing up the road. "If you get him out without anyone following you, meet us there. If someone sees you, just get into a cab and call me once you're inside."

"Got it." She glanced over at Boyd. "Any last minute instructions from you?"

"Just don't screw it up," he replied sharply.

"I'll do my best," Andy responded, pushing away from the SUV.

She spotted Greene sitting at the bar. His hair was longer than in the picture and he had grown his beard out, but she recognized him immediately. He was holding a glass of what looked like scotch and was talking to the guy that sat next to him.

Andy opened her coat and fluffed her hair before moving further into the bar.

"There you are," she said, gliding her fingers over Greene's hunched shoulders as she slid onto the barstool next to him. Andy pulled off her coat, exaggerating the movement so Greene got an eyeful of cleavage. She waited until his glazed eyes rose to meet hers and then pointedly said, "Donovan told me you would be here." She hoped that even in his drunken state he would recognize Boyd's first name and figure out what was going on.

The guy on the other side of Greene looked at her suspiciously. "Who are you?"

"I'm Ryan's girlfriend," she said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow. "Who the hell are you?"

"You never said you had a girlfriend," the guy said to Greene, ignoring her question. From the way he stumbled over the word "girlfriend" Andy figured she had a pretty good shot of not being remembered in the morning.

Andy spoke up before Greene could answer him. "I'm not surprised," she said, narrowing her eyes. "He likes to forget he has a girlfriend when I go out of town." She turned her attention back to Greene. "But I'm in town now," she said, slowly running her hand up his thigh, "And I was hoping we could," she tilted her head towards the door and then slowly swiped her tongue over her top lip, "Get out of here."

Even if he didn't catch on to what was going on, Andy was hoping the implied promise of a good time would be enough to lure him out. As Greene stared at her, slack-jawed, she was thankful of alcohol's ability to turn men into bumbling idiots. She tilted her head towards the door again and then winked at him.

Greene nodded. "Uh, yeah," he said, standing up from the stool. He stumbled and Andy caught him, allowing him to wrap and arm around her shoulder.

"He hasn't paid yet," Greene's bar friend told her.

Andy pursed her lips and shot him an annoyed glance. "Fine," she said, stabilizing Greene against the bar and reaching into her purse. As she was fumbling around for the cash she knew was in there, she felt Greene wrap his hand around her waist and settle it on her butt. She went with it, leaning into him as she waved the bartender down and paid for his drinks. When he started planting sloppy kisses against her neck she resisted the urge to roll her eyes and stepped back from the bar, pulling him with her.

"It was nice to meet you…" She looked back at his friend, "I didn't catch your name."

"Alex," the guy said.

"Alex," she repeated, reminding herself to tell Sam whom Greene had been talking to, "Right. Goodnight."

Alex had already turned his attention away from them and didn't respond.

She started slowly making her way out of the bar, trying not to run into anyone. Greene wasn't being much help as he seemed to be more concerned with nuzzling her neck, his coarse beard scratching against her skin.

She finally made it out onto the street and down to where she knew Sam and Boyd were parked. She didn't think anyone had followed them, but she quickly glanced back at the bar to make sure before turning into the alley.

Greene had slumped against her side; apparently the physical exertion of being carried out of the bar was too much for him. He was getting heavier with every step she took and the stripper heels she wore were not making things any easier. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Sam hop out of the SUV to help her. He took Greene from her, quickly asking her if she was okay.

"Yeah," she said, running her hands over her coat sleeves as if she could wipe Greene off of her, "I'm fine."

Boyd got out to help as well and he and Sam got Greene, who at that point was mumbling incoherently, settled into the backseat.

Andy was not about to ride back there with him, so she slipped into the vacant passenger's seat. Boyd saw her and narrowed his eyes. She fixed him with a withering look, almost daring him to say something to her.

He got the message and slid in next to Greene without a word.

"We'll take him to my house," Sam said, climbing driver's seat and pulling his seat belt across his chest. "Let him sleep it off and then decide what to do in the morning."

"Fine," Boyd agreed.

They made it to Sam's without a problem. "Just take him in there," Sam said, pointing Boyd in the direction of his bedroom. Boyd helped Greene into the room as Sam and Andy walked into the kitchen. Andy pulled out a couple of water bottles from the refrigerator and handed one to Sam.

Sam scanned the living room, taking in the pillow and blanket on the couch. He raised an eyebrow at Andy.

"What?" She snapped. She was tired, irritated and her feet hurt. She was in no mood to be teased. "Like you would sleep if I was the one out there?"

"I didn't say anything," Sam said innocently, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Alright," Boyd said, walking out of Sam's room. "I'll be back in the morning." He looked at Andy and offered, "You need a ride home?"

She snorted. Like she would ever voluntarily spend time alone with him, let alone in a confined space. "No," she said, taking a sip of her water. She cleared her throat. "I'm fine."

"Seriously," Boyd pressed, feeling the slightest bit guilty for riding her case the way he had. "I'll drop you off."

Andy just looked over at Sam. He seemed to know what she was asking. "She's fine here," he told Boyd. "Go home."

Boyd waited a beat, looking between the two partners, and then, putting the pieces together, smirked. "I knew you two were sleeping together." To Sam, he asked, "She's why you won't go back undercover, isn't she?"

Before Sam could respond, Andy slammed her water bottle down on the counter, her eyes flashing with anger. "You've just got it all figured out, don't you?"

Boyd grinned at her and then asked Sam, "Is she feisty like that in bed?"

Sam caught Andy just as she was about to lunge at Boyd. "Okay, okay," Sam said, stepping in front of her. "I think it's probably time for you to go," he said to Boyd, pointing in the direction of the door. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Bright and early," Boyd responded cheerfully. With one last wink at Andy, he turned and walked out of the house.

Sam waited until he heard the front door close and then turned to Andy, trying to suppress an amused grin. "Were you going to hit him?"

"No." Andy huffed, stepping away from him and crossing her arms over her chest. "I thought about it though."

"Why?"

"I don't like him," she offered as explanation. "His runs his operations like a crapshoot, he's reckless and he's going to get someone hurt. And since you run around at all hours of the night for him, that someone could be you." Sam couldn't help but grin as she rambled on. He moved to stand right in front of her and she eyed him warily. "Why are you laughing at me?"

"I like it when you're feisty," Sam told her, pulling on her arms to uncross them.

"Well I can't help it. He's an ass," Andy declared, settling her hands on his hips as he took a step towards her.

"I'm an ass," Sam said, pushing the sides of her coat open and tightening his fingers around her waist. He pulled her flush against him. "And you like me."

He was grinning down at her and Andy felt her sour mood begin to melt away. She snaked her arms around his neck, pressing herself even closer to him. "You're not always an ass." She dropped one hand to the curve of his backside and gave it a gentle squeeze. "And it helps that you have a very nice one."

"Are you groping me, Officer McNally?" Sam asked, his voice suddenly huskier than normal.

Andy smiled, allowing her other hand to drop as well. "Are you complaining, Officer Swarek?"

Sam pressed a kiss against her temple. "Not even a little bit." Andy closed her eyes rested her head against him, enjoying the feel of his solid body against her own. She slid her hands up under his coat and rested them on his back, gently massaging the muscles there.

"You did good tonight," he told her, muttering against her skin. She felt him pull back and her eyes fluttered open to find him looking at her.

Andy grinned. "Well you know," she said with false modesty, dipping her eyes to look pointedly at her very low cut top, "I just used my wits."

"Oh yeah," Sam said, unashamedly staring down at her chest, "Your, uh, wits are no match for any man." He ran his hands up her arms and then cupped her face, his thumb stroking her cheek. She tilted her head to the side, leaning into his hand, and he caught a glimpse of her neck.

"What's that?" He asked, pushing her hair out of the way to get a better look.

"What?" Andy asked, immediately reaching up to touch her neck, afraid that something might be on her.

"Your neck is all red and scratched up," Sam said, running his fingers over the marred skin.

"Oh, that," Andy replied, pushing his hands away, "It's probably from Greene's beard. I swear," she said, remembering back to when she first met Sam, "I don't know why you guys think going undercover means no longer having to shave."

"Why was Greene's beard on your neck?" Sam asked, still fixated on her skin.

While Sam studied her neck, she studied him. Andy quickly realized that, whether he would admit to it or not, he was jealous. With an amused grin she replied, "Well, I was playing his girlfriend."

"So you had to kiss him?" Sam asked. His voice was low and controlled. Too controlled. Andy knew he was trying not to sound upset.

"No," Andy said, explaining calmly, "I didn't kiss him but I didn't stop him from kissing me. We were going for realistic, remember?"

"You can be realistic without exchanging bodily fluids," Sam informed her.

"Oh please," Andy said, scrunching her nose with disgust. "It's not like we did it on the bar." She took in his forced neutral expression and then asked, puzzled, "You're not seriously upset about this, are you?" When he didn't say anything she reminded him, "You kissed me when we were Edie and Gabe."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "That was different," he claimed.

"How so?" Andy challenged, feeling herself starting to get irritated. Sam, her partner, had never questioned her before. Why was he questioning her now?

Sam thought for a moment. "Well, Gabe," he admitted quietly, reaching up to push a strand of hair off her face, "Was pretty worried that he might not see Edie again."

Andy smiled, her temper calmed by the admission. "Well, Edie was pretty worried that she might not see Gabe again too," she told him, bringing her hand to Sam's cheek and making him look at her. "And Andy was pretty terrified she might not see Sam again."

Sam smiled and leaned into her. "Yeah?" he asked, brushing his nose against hers.

"Yeah," she replied, standing to her tiptoes so she could touch her lips to his. He responded gently, with equal pressure, keeping the kiss innocent and sweet while his fingers tangled in her hair.

Andy pulled back first, making eye contact with him before quickly pecking his lips again and settling back down on her feet.

Sam smiled down at her, chagrined. "Are you going to kiss me every time I act like a jealous idiot?"

"Nope," Andy said, shaking her head. "That was a one time deal. You won't be able to sweet talk your way out of it next time." She paused and then asked seriously, "Do you trust me Sam?"

"Of course I trust you," he said. "I'm sorry," he added, almost whispering the apology. He bent his knees slightly, capturing her lips with his once again. He wrapped one of his hands around to her back and placed the other on the counter behind her, steadying himself as Andy twined her arms around his neck. She pulled him down to her, deepening the kiss, her tongue running along his lower lip, seeking entrance. He obliged, parting his lips as he leaned closer in to her.

The counter dug into her back uncomfortably, but she didn't care, she was too wrapped up in enjoying the feel of Sam's lips moving gently but persistently against her own. It wasn't a kiss that was meant to lead anywhere, and she sighed contentedly against him.

Sam broke away first, breathing heavily, and touched his forehead to hers. "Thanks for coming down tonight."

"Well, you did need me," Andy reminded him of his words to her. "What else was I supposed to do?" Sam just grinned down at her, shaking his head. "Thanks for calling me," she continued, resting her hands against his chest. "And trusting me."

"You're welcome," he replied, smiling softly. "You ready to go to sleep?"

Andy nodded. "Yeah," She said, yawning. All of a sudden she was exhausted, as if the mere mention of sleep was enough to remind her body of how little she'd had.

"Okay," Sam said, nodding slightly as he pushed away from her. She immediately missed the heat from his body. When she noticed him heading towards the living room, her brow knit together in confusion.

"Where are you going?" She asked.

Sam motioned to the couch. "Greene's in my room. I'm just gonna crash here."

When she realized he was serious about staying on the couch, she rolled her eyes. "Sam, don't be stupid," she said. "Come upstairs with me."

Sam hesitated. As exhausted as he was, he still wasn't sure how good of an idea it was to share a bed with her. "Andy…"

"To sleep, Sam," she said, making her intentions clear. "Just to sleep."

He scratched his forehead, looking between Andy and the couch. "I don't know."

She put a hand on her hip. "This is your house, Sam. You're not going to sleep down here when I have a perfectly good bed upstairs. Come on," She said, holding her hand out to him. "We both need to get some sleep and trust me, you won't get any on that couch."

Sam cast one last glance at the couch and then reluctantly walked over to her. "Fine," he agreed, taking hold of her extended hand.

"Try not to sound so thrilled about it," Andy teased, pulling him towards the stairs.

He let her lead, his hand finding its way to her jean clad bottom as she scampered up the stairs in front of him. "I don't usually take pleasure in torturing myself," he muttered.

She just grinned back at him and winked. "We can build a pillow barrier, if that'll help."

They didn't build a pillow barrier, but Sam was careful to stay on his side of the bed. Before she had fallen asleep, Andy had reached her hand across the bed and he'd taken it, intertwining their fingers. That was the extent of their physical contact but Sam still drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

He woke up the next morning turned on his side, facing the window. There was a warm, solid presence behind him. He turned over and found Andy curled beside him, awake and staring at the ceiling.

When she felt him stir she turned her head. She looked at him with bleary eyes and smiled. "Good morning."

"Good morning," he replied, returning her smile. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you to wake up," she admitted.

"What time is it?" He asked, his voice still hoarse with sleep. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus them in the early morning. His pounding, foggy head told him that they hadn't gotten near enough sleep.

"Almost eight," Andy told him. "Boyd should be here soon."

"Why didn't you go downstairs?" Sam asked, running a hand over his face.

"I didn't want to run into Greene by myself. And you're really warm," she confessed, yawning. "I didn't want to get up."

Sam chuckled, "You just want me for my body heat."

"Something like that," Andy said quietly.

Sam was quiet, looking intently at Andy. She had makeup smudged under her eyes and her hair was matted to one side, but she still looked beautiful. He wanted to reach out and take her in his arms, but he resisted.

As if she could read his mind, Andy smiled gently at him and spoke in almost a whisper. "You can touch me, you know."

If it were possible to smirk shyly, Sam Swarek accomplished it. "You're giving me permission?" He asked, half kidding, half serious.

All kidding was gone when she nodded, "I am."

Sam ran his hand up her arm, feeling her skin pucker with goosebumps at his touch. He smiled, relishing in the knowledge that he had the same effect on her that she did on him. He briefly considered what else he could make pucker under his fingertips, but quickly pushed the thought out of his mind as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close to him.

Andy snuggled up to his chest, her own hands finding their way around to his back, her fingers tracing sweeping patterns against his warm skin. She pressed a kiss against his bare shoulder and asked, "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," he answered, kissing the top of her head.

"Better than the couch?"

"Most definitely."

She smiled up at him, "Good."

Sam took the opportunity to tilt his head down and brush his lips against hers. At first she responded eagerly but then, out of nowhere, her hand slipped between them and she pushed him away.

He looked down at her, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Her face flushed as she told him, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

She could feel his laughter rumble deep in his chest. "I don't care, McNally," he said, pulling her back to him. He claimed her lips once again, gently at first but intensifying quickly. His hand travelled up her side, ghosting over the thin camisole that she wore, and tangled through the silky strands of her hair.

With her encouragement, and without breaking contact with her lips, he rolled them over so she was on her back. Her hands skimmed over his shoulders and one leg hitched up around his hips, allowing him to settle between her legs. She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue between them, exploring, deepening the kiss.

Just as Sam was pushing the hem of her camisole up, the doorbell rang. At first they ignored it, but whoever was down there began banging on the door. "Sammy!" They could hear. "It's Boyd."

It was Andy that let out a frustrated groan. Sam smoothed her shirt back down over her stomach and then pushed himself up on one elbow, grinning down at her. "It's your best friend," he said, laughing at her expression.

Andy narrowed her eyes at him. "I really hate that guy."