Sam pushed his way through the door, head down, trying to ignore her cries as he left. He almost ran head first into Traci as she was on her way in.
"Whoa, easy there, killer. What's the hurry?" Traci asked. She had expected Sam to be in there the rest of the night with the way he was pacing outside her room before.
He looked up at her, his eyes red rimmed, and she was surprised. This wasn't like the Sam Swarek she knew.
She allowed him to push past her without saying anything else. She watched as he walked down the now empty waiting room and out the door.
She shook her head and walked inside to Andy's tear stained face.
"Did he leave?" Andy asked, looking like she was going to get up and go after him herself.
"He's gone, sweetie," Traci said, moving to her side. Andy threw herself back into the pillows in defeat.
"I'm sorry, Trace. It's good to see you," Andy said, reaching over to pull her best friend into a hug.
"I missed you," Traci said. "We definitely need to talk."
Andy smiled when Traci pulled over a chair and leaned forward eagerly. "So spill."
Andy told Traci about Luke and the undercover operation. All about Sean, and what happened between her and Sam after that. Traci nodded and cried with her about Sean, just like any good friend would. When Andy explained what had just gone down with Sam, Traci was shocked.
"You guys said you loved each other, and he just left?" she exclaimed. "Who knew Swarek could be so moral?"
Andy chuckled despite her rotten mood. "I don't know what to do."
"Sure you do. You're going to get better and then you're going to march over to his house and talk some sense into his thick skull," Traci demanded.
"I don't know…" Andy said, hesitant. "He didn't seem to want any more discussion." She yawned.
"That's what he wants you to think, hun," Traci said, "Trust me. Now you get some rest. I'll be here bright and early to drive you to Sam's."
Andy hugged her friend once more before she left.
She tossed and turned restlessly on the uncomfortable hospital bed, thinking of Sam and how she was going to fix things.
"Good luck!" Traci shouted out her car window as she drove away.
Andy offered a small wave in return and turned to face Sam's house.
Butterflies floated crazily around in her stomach; nerves that only Sam managed to bring out in her.
Being here reminded her of the night of the blackout which gave her enough courage to mount the stairs and knock on the door.
As she waited for Sam to answer, she began to get angry. Who was he to just leave her like that yesterday?
The door opened, and revealed Sam, who squinted in the bright sunlight. "Andy?"
The sight of him made her stomach flip flop and when he spoke her name, she almost lost the anger she was holding on to, but she used the opportunity to barge through the door, nearly toppling him over.
"Shouldn't you be in the hospital?" Sam asked, alarmed. He shut the door behind him and turned to her. He seemed to be avoiding her eyes, which only enraged her more.
"You selfish son of a bitch!" she exploded on him. "How can you say you love me one minute and then just walk away the next? And with the lame excuse that it's because I wouldn't be safe? Are you for real Sam?" she demanded.
She barely had a chance to catch her breath when Sam sidled up to her, pressing her body close to the wall and covering her body with his, their faces inches apart.
"I regretted it as soon as I left the hospital," he said solemnly.
"Did you even mean it?" she asked him.
"Mean what?"
"That you loved me," she said, turning her face away, embarrassed.
He turned her face back, needing her to believe him. "I've loved you since that first day I saw you, Andy. From that first day."
Andy breathed in, and his familiar smell filled her nose and mouth, not leaving much room for rational thought. She could feel her anger slipping away…
"How do you do that?" she whined.
"Do what?" he asked, pulling back a little.
"Make me crazy," she said, pulling him back towards her.
"I missed you," Sam said, running his thumb over her soft lips and she shivered.
"Don't do that to me again," she said. "Promise me." She ran her hand under his shirt enticingly.
He pressed his lips to the side of her neck. "I promise."
She kissed his waiting lips and felt herself get lost in him once again.
"It's so nice, just being here with you," Andy said. It was still light outside, and it was weird not being at work, or worrying about catching a drug dealer. But she wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
"You looking forward to going back to work?" he asked her. He was lying flat on his back and she curled into his side, splaying her hand over his chest.
"Definitely," she admitted. "But…is it going to be weird? After being undercover so much I mean."
Sam thought about this for a moment. "It will be a little weird at first, I guess, but I know you can handle it," he told her, fully believing it. "It's the home life that will be weird. Like keeping your place not a mess for a change."
Andy laughed. "Well, that could be a problem, since I don't have much of a place to stay." She had sold her apartment to go live with Luke and now that she and Luke were no longer together, she couldn't stay there.
"What are you going to do?" Sam asked, rolling over on his side to face her.
"I haven't given it much thought," she said honestly. "It was kind of easier to just forget it while we were undercover, but I guess its back to reality."
Sam caught her chin in his hand, looking into her deep brown eyes; eyes he always got lost in. "Stay with me."
"Sam, I-,"
"Stay with me," he said again, persistent. "It wouldn't be too much different then what we have been doing these past months."
"It would be different," she said. "Because that wasn't our real lives. This is. Are you sure you want to do this?" She tried playing it cool, but she was jumping up and down at the prospect of living with him.
"Do you?" he asked, suddenly doubtful.
"Hmmm, living here, waking up with you every day, seeing you every day, no I don't think that would work," she said sarcastically.
He leaned over her, and chuckled. "So is that a yes?" he prompted.
"Yes," she agreed.