Okay there is still more to go...lol Sorry...a lot more to go. I have this ending in mind... OH I can't wait!

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Andy just closed her eyes and waited. Any moment now…after a few seconds she looked he wasn't standing near her, actually he was watching her from the other side of the bar.

He looked at the barmaid and held up his hand indicating that he wanted a double. The barmaid came over with a glass and poured the amber liquid.

He took a large swallow and looked back at Andy again. Placing the glass on the bar he leaned on his elbow, he motioned with his index finger for Andy to come to him. Her pulse started to pound, her heart raced.

She wiped her clammy hands on her jeans before she rose, as if in a daze to walk over to Sam.

He was surprised she didn't fight him. He didn't go to her directly for a couple of reasons, first he wanted to see how steady Andy was on her feet and secondly, he'd be damned if he was going to give Traci or Jerry a ringside seat.

The coffee he seen sitting in front of her must have done some good, she was able to walk over to him without stumbling. He kept his face impassive; he didn't want to give away everything that was going on beneath the surface.

"Sam." She said cautiously as she reached him and slid into the seat beside him.

"McNally." He nodded in acknowledgement.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked.

"It's almost two in the morning, what do you think I'm doing here? I came to get you." He growled at her.

The double meaning in the statement was not lost on Andy, "What do you mean, came to get me?" she asked.

"What do you think McNally? You didn't hesitate to let me know what you thought earlier so why don't you tell me now what you think I meant?"

"I'm surprised you didn't trip over the doormat on your way in."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Okay that sounded better in my head." She said quietly.

"What?" He was getting agitated. "You're rambling McNally. Guess it's time to go, go get your stuff." He ordered.

That woke her up. "What? Now I'm supposed to your doormat?"

Sam finally caught on to what she was getting at. "Sure why not? I mean that's what I've been angling for all along right? Screw up your already screwed up relationship and swoop right in, right?"

Andy none too steadily turned and slid off the barstool. It wasn't just the liquor affecting her now. She turned back to him. "I'm not going anywhere with you, Jerry can take me home or I'll call a taxi or Chris, anybody but you."

She got about a quarter of the way across the bar when she heard his glass slam down on the bar. Two steps later his hand was on her arm pulling her around to him.

"Listen McNally, we can fight about this all night but I am taking you home, got it? Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way, doesn't matter to me right now. I didn't come down here for nothing and I am not leaving without you."

Andy felt a bolt of electricity run through her. She was so upset and so angry but she never wanted Sam more then she did right then. "I…" she all she could say before he bent his head close to hers, she felt herself lean in before her senses kicked in and she leaned back to look at him.

Sam saw it; he felt it too. Damn it! She almost kissed me, he thought. "We have to get out of here." He whispered to her.

Andy just nodded in agreement; his voice was so sexy when he talked to her like that. Whatever he meant by the fact that they had to leave, she was ready.

Once the reached the other side Sam noticed that not only did they have Traci and Jerry's attention but also everyone in the bar seemed to be watching them. Sam grimaced, the whole station would know about tonight by tomorrow morning.

"Sam is taking me home, enough partying for me tonight." Andy called to Traci and Jerry as they approached.

Sam closed his eyes tightly, Andy's voice was loud and he was sure it carried across the bar in every direction. They all know now for sure, he thought.

Jerry smiled at Sam; he knew just what Sammy was thinking. He could have said something to help the situation but why bother? It was time that Sammy and Andy faced their feelings for one another.

Once they did that…they wouldn't be able to hide it from everyone. Sammy was head over heels for Andy. Jerry suspected the feelings were returned on Andy's side, especially after a few of the remarks Luke had made earlier. Once Jerry cut them off it was only a matter of time before he had the situation under control. He didn't exactly have to call Sammy tonight. And now, later on, he could boast about how he got Sammy and Andy together.

Traci walked over to Andy. "You sure you want to do this?" She was referring to more then just letting Sam take her home. Traci had her purse in her hand; Andy could have easily asked for the keys, she didn't.

Instead Andy reached over and hugged her friend goodbye. "Good luck." Traci whispered to her.

"Good luck to you too!" Andy whispered back.

Once they walked out to Sam's truck, he helped her inside before getting in himself. He reached for his keys; he stopped right before the keys were in the ignition. "You know," he said, "the entire station will know about this by tomorrow."

Andy didn't look at him; she just stared straight ahead and said. "I know and I don't care." Her voice was so soft he barely heard her. She looked at him then.

They stared at each other for a moment the air was once again charged.

"Sam." She whispered.

"Oh McNally." His voice sounded like a plea as his hand came up to caress her face. "I am so sorry McNally that I was such an asshole to you today. You are the last person I would ever want to hurt."

Andy's heart fairly burst from her chest as she reached for him and pulled his head down to hers. Their kiss was slow and soft. Their lips brushing against one another before Sam pulled slightly away.

Their eyes searched each other's and then he kissed her again. This time he was in control and she followed. His tongue came out to lick her bottom lip and she opened for him. He pulled her until she was sitting on his lap. They kissed over and over again.

Andy could feel what she was doing to him against her thigh. She moved slightly, so that her rear could rub across his lap. She heard a groan escape from deep inside Sam; he stopped kissing her and picked her up placing her back in her seat.

"We have to get out of here." He said once again taking her hand and lifting it to his mouth to lay a small kiss across her knuckle.

He didn't want to feed the rumor mill anymore than necessary. He got the truck pulled out of the parking lot and started in the direction of Andy's apartment. The coffee had started to finally kick in and most of the nerve she had earlier was starting to slowly ebb away. She had to tell him she didn't have her keys, the words were stuck in her throat.

She had to tell him soon, they were stopped a light. One way to turn to her apartment and one way to turn towards his house.

Sam sat watching the light when he heard her stay. "Ah…Sam…Traci has my keys."

He looked at her unsure of what to do next. He instantly wanted to just take her to his house but this decision had to be hers. Once they were there, there was no going back, at least not for him. The light changed and instead of turning either way, he drove straight and pulled over to park once they cleared the intersection.

"Do you want me to take you back for your keys?"

She never thought he would ask, she just thought like every other time Sam would just the decision out of her hands. This time he wasn't. All the fear and anxiety came back; she didn't want to have to make this decision.

Sam turned to her and said, "McNally? You're welcome to come to my house; you know that. But you need to understand that if you do that…if something happens, we won't be able to turn back. Do you understand what I am saying?"

Andy looked at Sam, really looked at him in the light of the streetlamp. He was everything she ever wanted; he was everything to her. "Yes please take me to your house."

Sam slightly smiled at her and pulled away from the curb, doing a u-turn before heading to his house.