And so with the help of Sean, Sam and Andy moved up easily through the ranks of Lawton's organization. They earned his trust and eventually got into the bigger jobs, but this all took time.

Around 5 months to be exact.

"You're getting really skinny," Sam remarked. Drug dealers didn't eat much and after months of pretending to be one, they both kind of adopted their persona.

They were changing to go meet with Sean at the same time as they did every day. They changed in front of each other now; losing their self consciousness after spending so much time together.

"You don't look so hot yourself," Andy shot back. "Could you at least shave just a little?" she complained.

"It fits the part," Sam defended his growing beard.

"It's gross."

"Fine," Sam said, stomping off to the bathroom and Andy smiled to herself.

He emerged a few minutes later, freshly shaven. "Better?"

"Much."

They were just about to go out when someone knocked loudly on the door.

"I thought nobody knew we lived here," Andy hissed, glancing uneasily at Sam.

"They don't," he whispered back.

The knock sounded again.

"Sam, Andy!" came the shouts from outside.

Recognizing the voice, Sam leapt over their crap to get to the door.

"Sean, how the hell did you know we were here?" Sam asked, trying to bar Sean's way in, but Sean made it past.

"I followed you guys here one night," Sean said with a goofy grin. "Hey, Andy."

Andy could only manage a little wave. Her breath caught in her throat as she remembered her and Sam's police badges were lying on the nightstand.

She tried to get Sam to look at her, but he was clearly focused on Sean.

"What are you doing here?"

"I need you to hook me up, bro," Sean said, hitching up his pants.

"I thought we were meeting at your place," Sam said.

While Sam kept him talking, Andy tried to inconspicuously move toward the nightstand.

Unfortunately, Sean saw her, his shifty eyes locking on hers. "It's in there, isn't it?" Sean said, gesturing towards the nightstand.

Andy shook her head vehemently. "No, I-,"

"You holding out on me, Andy. Come on, show a brother some love," Sean said, and roughly shoved her aside, giving him a clear view of their badges.

The whole room froze; it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

"You two are cops?" Sean said, quietly. He turned around. "You've been lying to me, pretending to be my friend?" Even from where Andy was standing, she could see the hurt in his eyes.

"No, it's not like that," Sam said, trying to cover up their mistakes, but Sean wasn't listening.

"Get away from me!" he screamed and trampled out the door.

"Come on, Sean, wait!" Andy said, immediately going to follow him.

"No, Andy, let him go," Sam said, catching her arm as she passed him.

"I'm going with or without you," Andy said forcefully, with no sign of backing down.

Sam held her eyes for a minute and then released her. "Fine," he said, but he of course, followed her out the door.

Andy had predicted that Sean would go back to his place, since Lawton's guys were still after him and he needed to lay low.

Her prediction had been right.

The place was so crappy; it didn't even have locks, so they just pushed their way in.

"Sean, please, just let us explain," Andy said, entering the room first under Sam's protests.

Sean sat in the corner smoking a cigarette. "I understand perfectly," Sean said, tossing the butt to the floor and standing up to stamp it out. "You guys screwed me over. You used me. Now get out."

"It's not like that," Andy said, exasperated. For some reason, she felt like she needed to get through to this kid.

She opened her mouth, still not sure how she was going to explain, but a sharp tire squealing came from outside, cutting her off.

Sam went to the dirty window, squinting outside.

Andy saw his body tense up. "Get down!" he yelled, diving on top of Andy. They ended up tangled together in a heap on the ground.

Sam reached for his gun as the door got kicked down, and cursed. He had followed Andy out without grabbing his gun. All he could do was keep his body shielding hers.

Once the door was kicked open, whoever was on the other side started shooting randomly. Sam felt a bullet graze his exposed side, right in between his ribs and hip. Andy felt his body shudder and tried to help him, but he kept her pinned to the ground.

"Where is he?" one of Lawton's guys demanded of Sam and Andy as they lay on the ground. "Where is he?"

"I don't know, man!" Sam moaned, pretending to be more hurt then he was. He prayed the kid had escaped somehow, but he wasn't sure what that meant for the two of them.

The two men started searching the place, kicking things around and it wasn't long before they found Sean and flung him to the ground, right in front of Andy.

"Ray wanted us to give you this message personally," the other guys said, and Sam got a nice look at their hand guns as they both took aim at Sean.

Sam tried blocking Andy's view once he realized what was going to happen, but she managed to see the whole thing, unable to tear her eyes away.

Sean looked at her, his mouth hung open, his arms reaching out to them, his eyes pleading. They were his last hope.

Andy was frozen, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. She was still staring at him when the shots went off. Two, quick in succession right into his chest.

Blood splattered all over the place, including all over Andy's face.

"You didn't see anything," the guys said, and they made their way out the door. Sam thought they were pretty damn lucky to be making it out alive. Usually they tied up loose ends, but since they were high up in the organization now, they were probably instructed to leave them alone.

Andy had squirmed out from under Sam and was by Sean's body. "Sean!" she said, placing her hands over the wounds, trying to stop the thick red blood that was rushing out of his body in streams. "Sean!" she screamed. "Stay with me, Sean!"

"Andy," he said. "Andy," he tried again, and grabbed her now soaked hands in his. "He's gone, he's gone."

"No, no he's not, he can't be!" she said, tearing away from him for the second time that day.

"He is," he said, trying to soothe her and dragging her away from the body. "Come on."

She fought him the whole way, but she eventually gave up, collapsing defeated in his arms.

He hoisted her up, cradling her like a baby and took her back to their apartment.

He stopped in an alley, long enough to place an anonymous call to the police, giving the address of the shootout.