This is the final chapter. Thank you so much all of you who have been hanging in there with me. I wanted to capture Sam's reaction as true to his character that I could. I hope I succeeded. This last chapter was alot of fun to write I hope you're not disappointed.

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Sam stared at Andy for a moment, drinking in what she had just admitted to. She stared back, waiting for some kind of reaction.

Slowly, he flashed her the hugest more glorious grin she had ever seen. "Holy smokes! Andy McNally is in love with me!" He nearly shouted.

"Sam." She said unable to keep a straight face.

"Damn! I'm gonna strut for a week!"

"Sam." She said again trying to get his attention.

He ignored her moving his head all around. "Hot damn…she's mine!"

"Sam, stop it." She said laughing.

"What? Can't a man be happy? Ha…that asshole, oh man I bet he was pissed after you said that." Sam promptly burst out laughing. "Couldn't have happened to a bigger asshole either. So was he pissed?"

"Sam! Aren't you forgetting something?" Andy asked quietly.

"What?" He said quickly sobering. "He didn't hurt you did he?" She was amazed just how quickly his eyes went from amusement to murder.

"No…but he did know about that night here. Actually he thinks we slept together and I didn't bother to correct him. Oh he threw everything in my face…even the night of the undercover op."

"What about that?" he asked.

"Because I was so upset…"

"What? We're partners."

"No it was more than that…Luke knew it too. I never told you…how completely terrified I was that they were going to kill you."

He pulled her into his arms. "Oh McNally, I didn't know, I swear nobody ever said a word about it, you looked scared at the warehouse but then you just seemed to brush it off."

"No you brushed it off, I didn't." She said into his chest thinking about that night and holding him even tighter. I loved him so much by then. Hey what a minute.

Andy pushed him away. "What?" He asked.

"Stop changing the subject Sam Swarek, I just told you I love you."

He looked at her with a cocky grin. "I know and I think I should say thank you."

She knew by the way he was looking at her that her feelings were returned but for some reason he was just waiting. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Your welcome." She said deadpanned.

"Let's go to bed." He jumped up off the couch and reached his hand out for her to grab.

"What? Just like that?"

"Ha…McNally, I meant lets go to sleep. I want you in my bed but I'm not making love with you until you are sober." He winked at her, motioning with his hand for her to grab it. "You're not going to wake up tomorrow and ask me, did we or didn't we. I want you to be totally aware of what I am doing to you and remember it. Now come on, I'm tired. I've been dealing with this crazy woman all day, I need some rest with that crazy woman now."

She laughed at his antics and placed her hand in his. He pulled her up and immediately she was in his arms. They wrapped their arms around each other and moved their heads together. Their mouths met and it was electrifying. The chemistry between them was undeniable.

They both moaned as he pulled away from her mouth. "Come on baby, it's time for bed. We have all day tomorrow…that is, if you like." That was the first time that Andy noticed that he was a little insecure yet.

"I want you Sam Swarek and don't you ever forget it." She said pulling his head in for another kiss. He pulled away, smiled at her again and then bent and picked her up in his arms. He's going to say it, sooner or later…or he's going to regret it.

"What am I going to regret?" He asked his big grin back again, he knew what he was doing to her.

She closed her eyes; damn she said that out loud. "Keep it up and you'll see."

"Oh no, tonight is about keeping it down, remember?" She could hear the laughter in his voice as he carried her down the hallway to his bedroom.

"You're lucky I'm still a little drunk."

"I know, thank god you didn't throw up all over the place, I was scared you were going to throw up in my truck."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Look I may not be a big drinker but I'm not a stupid one either."

"Good." He said as he tossed her into the bed and then reached for the light on the nightstand. "I really didn't want to spend the whole night holding your hair back while you ralphed all over the place."

"You would do that? Hold my hair back? That's kind sweet you know, in a really weird kind of way." She said pulling herself into a sitting position on his bed.

"Yeah that's me…hey you want a t-shirt? Ahh…anything else, jogging pants?"

"Nah a t-shirt will be just fine." She noticed him just standing there staring at her, she immediately started to feel self-conscious. "What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing I…ah…damn McNally…I just imagined you there so many times and now you are…I just wanted to savor it for a moment."

He does love me, that idiot. Why doesn't he just say it already?

He turned after a moment and walked over to his dresser, opening one of his drawers and pulling out a dark blue t-shirt. He turned back and tossed it at her. "Bathroom is through there." He said pointing to the master bath doorway. "I think there's an extra toothbrush in the medicine cabinet. Help yourself to anything else if you need."

"Well would you care if I showered?" She asked.

"No go ahead but don't be surprised if I'm asleep by time you get back." Right, he thought, there was no way in hell he was going to get much sleep tonight. Especially lying in bed while he listened to her in his shower. No I will definitely not be falling asleep anytime soon.

She scooted across his bed, t-shirt in hand she walked to the bathroom door. She turned and smiled at him. "I won't take long."

He held his breath until the bathroom door closed.

Damn, she loves me…she loves me. And she's so pissed I didn't say it back. I love it. Ahhh…life is good, damn it's great!

He heard the shower water turn on. I can't touch her. Just wait until tomorrow. I can hold out one more night, what' s one night? Damn I've been waiting this long.

Sam unsnapped and unzipped his jeans; he pulled them down his legs and stepped out. He bent to pick them up and almost threw them into the corner; don't let her think you're a slob, he said to himself. He folded the pants and the t-shirt he took off and placed them on top of his dresser. He turned the bedside lamp to the dim position and crawled into bed. Waiting…

Surprisingly enough he did manage to doze off and next thing he knew the bed was dipping on the opposite side as she slipped in beside him.

She stood watching him for a few minutes before she got into bed. She loved taking a shower here…she smelled like his soap, it was such a turn on that she was slightly let down to find him asleep.

He said he was going to fall asleep, you didn't believe him? No, I thought he would have stayed up.

She pulled back the covers and got in. The next thing she knew Sam had turned over and grabbed her, turning and pulling her into his embrace. She snuggled in, getting comfortable until she heard him mumble. "I'm trying to be a gentleman here, stop moving so much."

She smiled at that. He was still somewhat awake. She purposely moved her bottom against him. "Grrr…come on that's not fair." He voice sounded pained.

She giggled, having sympathy she stopped. Turning her head, his face was there. She turned and they kissed. "Good night." She said sweetly.

"Good night baby."

Andy must have slept for hours; the first time she woke the sun was just beginning to rise. Sam slept next to her, his hand curved around her breast as he slept. She smiled and went back to sleep.

The next time she woke, Sam was gone but she smelled coffee. She thought she heard a knock at the door before she smiled and drifted off again.

The next time she woke she realized that it had to be late morning. She looked over at the bedside clock. Eleven thirty? She had not slept that late since she was a teenager. She stretched; she loved his bed. She loved his bedroom, his house, him.

She forced herself to get up and padded her way into his kitchen. She saw the coffee looked fresh so she opened a few cabinets before finding the cups. She poured herself a cup of coffee while she leaned back against his countertop. Her head hurt slightly but nothing compared to what she was sure she would have felt without Jerry and Sam's help last night.

She smiled at the thought of Sam, she thought about what she finally told him last night. She loved him. Funny before the idea had scared her so badly…now…it just felt right. Only he didn't say it back, she thought to herself with a laugh.

For whatever reason he had not to say it back…he does, she just knew it. He would, he would say it. She listened and didn't hear him anywhere in the house. Just then the idea hit her, she'd look for something to make for breakfast.

She opened the refrigerator, jackpot; he had everything she needed, eggs, bacon, fresh bread. She looked around some more and found a skillet. She started to pull some of the bacon slices to put into the pan and then she heard a car start. It seemed like an older car because it was so loud. She put the slices into the skillet and went to the sink. She washed her hands before going in search of the noise.

She walked into the living room and went over the window that faced the driveway. She could see something through the window but not clearly. She pulled the curtain back and there was Sam standing in the driveway his arms wrapped tightly around a woman. Andy couldn't see her face but she was petit and blonde with a long ponytail.

Andy dropped the curtain. No wonder he didn't say he loves me. He is seeing someone else!

She had never felt so sick in her life. She just stood there for a moment taking in what she just saw.

Oh my god, what am I going to do? I'll leave before that two-timing jerk gets back in here. Oh no! Traci has my house keys.

She was stuck because Traci lived a good distance from Sam. She paced the living room for a few minutes trying desperately to think of what to do. I've got to get out of here and I've got to get out of here with my pride. Oh my god…I told him I love him!

Some where in the house Andy heard a door close. Sam! He was back. A fury took over Andy. How dare he do this to me…after all this time. I thought he loved ME.

She stiffly walked back into the kitchen; the bacon had started to cook and was in need of being flipped. She heard Sam washing his hands in his half bath. She turned the bacon while she ran through the list of things she could do in her head.

Just act calm, be calm…and then get the hell out of here. Just be calm.

Sam walked up behind her while she was lost in thought. His arms snaking around her scared her, she shrieked. "Jumpy this morning?" he asked in an amused tone.

She turned around quickly, "Just what the hell do you think you are doing?" She was mad, very mad. Sam took a step back.

"What?" he asked.

"What? Are you out of your mind?"

"What you're mad because I scared you? Gees, I didn't mean to I thought you heard…"

"Heard you? Oh I heard you and I seen you too!" So much for calm, she thought to herself.

"What are you talking about McNally? You seen me what?" Sam was totally bewildered.

"How could you do that to me? I'm in here making breakfast…for you!"

Sam stepped up yanking the spatula out of her hand and shutting off the burner under the bacon.

"What are you…" Those were the only words she could get out as Sam grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder in a firemen's lift. She was yelling at him while he carried her through his house.

He ignored her until they reached the bedroom where is bent again and tossed her down on the bed. Before she could move his was on top of her. "What are you doing?" She yelled for the third time.

"Well McNally it seems the only way I get you to make sense anymore is when I'm laying on top of you. So talk…tell me what the hell is going on here!"

"Get off of me!" She shouted at him.

"No." He said as he leaned down and placed his lips on hers.

She fought, she tried to turn her head but his hand was there to keep her still. She tried to move her legs but he moved to keep himself safe from her knees but still keeping her pinned. She still fought, refusing to kiss him.

"Kiss me back, come on, you know you want to." He whispered into her ear as his tongue traced the shell of her ear.

Andy whimpered and turned her head. She kissed him. Their lips moved together, their tongues entwined. She sighed into his mouth, she was so hurt and she still couldn't stop. She needed the one that hurt her the most make it feel better. Sam pulled back from the kiss and started to rain small kisses on her cheek when he noticed wetness, she was crying.

He stopped; shocked he looked at her. There were tears escaping from her eyes. She looked so hurt; he pulled back. "What…what's wrong, why are you crying?" he voice was so filled with emotion that it just triggered more tears. She turned her face away.

"No…no…don't cry…please Andy…don't cry." He said as he ran his hand across her hair trying to soothe her. "Oh Andy…don't cry baby…I love you…don't cry."

That hit her hard; throwing him off guard she jumped up. But he was too fast, he grabbed her pulling her back. She landed at the edge of the bed, Sam quickly moved behind her, holding her in his arms. "Please, please tell me what I did."

She hung her head and said quietly. "After I got up I heard something, I looked out the window and I saw you making out with that woman in the driveway."

"Huh? Oh my god, no…no…it wasn't what you thought. Did you even get a look at her?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because Andy she's all of seventeen years old." He said.

"What? You're seeing a seventeen year old?" She said trying to turn; she felt his body shake. He had to nerve to be laughing. "Sam!"

He sobered, "Andy! That's Crystal…"

"Crystal how sweet."

"Andy, Crystal Boyd…as in Detective Boyd…she's his daughter. And no I'm not seeing Boyd's daughter…she's my godchild. Look Boyd's on a case this week and he asked if I would put spark plugs and a distributor cap on Crystal's car because he won't be around."

He felt the tension leave her so he continued. "I told her to come over early today because I'm off. That's it…just a favor for a friend…her car had been running like such shit she was just glad when she turned the key and it started and ran smoothly. She was just hugging me to say thank you…hugging me, that's all. She's like a daughter to me."

"Oh Sam." Andy said as she leaned back.

"I love you, Andy." He said again.

She tried to turn again, this time he let her. Her heart was in her eyes when she said, "I love you too, Sam so much, too much."

"Nah…besides I happen to know that I love you more."

"Oh yeah smart guy?" She said pushing him back and straddling his hips. "Prove it."

His hands came up to rest on her hips, sliding her until her legs fit perfectly over him. "Oh I'll prove it, don't you worry about that." His hand reached behind her neck and pulled her down until their lips met.