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Disclaimer- This didn't happen in the episode, did it? Nope.

She called. And called. Luke didn't pick up. Finally, she hit number one on her speed dial.

"Yeah?" Sam answered, never the one for niceties.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"My house, why?" Sam was confused at her abrupt call, and its timing. It was nearly 3:00 AM, but he had been up. He knew he wasn't sleeping until he confirmed she got home ok from the club.

"Luke didn't pick me up, and he won't respond to his phone. " Andy sighed.

"Alright, you still at Vestibule? I'll come pick you up."

"Thank you, and yes."

"Don't mention it. Bye."

She smiled. Sam really was great. And Luke…well…he was satisfactory, right? The stable one. He won't hurt me. I know that.

As Luke and Gail made out on the bed, the only thoughts running through his head were 'this feels ten times better than it does with McNally', and he felt no remorse. The fact that he had resorted to her last name was sad, but he got over it quickly. The fiery blonde, whose thoughts were similar, was feeling remorse though. 'Andy is going to kill me…' Then again, she was pacifying herself with countering that thought. 'It's ok, she loves Swarek, remember? Technically, this is a favour.' So Gail, who gave up thinking after Luke's hands started peeling the clothes off of her, responded with equal heat, practically tearing his off of him.

"Detective, Are you sur-", She was cut off by Luke's mouth demanding her lips.

"Peck, please. Just, later. We discuss this later." Luke said, running his hands down her bare body before looking up at her, and, seeing nothing but lust and happiness, touching her, taking her, everywhere.

And she had never felt better.

Andy strutted out of the door of Vestibule, telling herself it was to maintain her dancer façade, but knowing deep down it was to make Sam notice her. She opened the door.

"Hey. Thank you."

"No problem."

"So, how was your night?"

"Good. Long. Not much to do in that van except watch you guys."

She smiled. "Bummer for you, eh?"

"Not really. Peck has some good moves." He said, knowing it would aggravate her.

"What? You think she's better than me?" She reddened. How could she have ever even thought there might have been something between them? It obviously didn't exist, whatever it was.

"McNally, I'm kidding. So, your house? "

"Yeah. Wait…oh crap." She sighed.

"What is it?"

"I don't have my keys. Luke has both sets in his car. I, um, walked to work this morning." She blushed again, not really wanting to admit she and Luke had a little bit of a fight that morning, but apparently all was resolved at work.

"Alright. My house then." Sam said.

"What? Sam, no, it's ok, I can just stay at Traci's." She said, half-heartedly.

"I know you can. You can also stay with me." Sam said, insistent.

"But-"

"You see, McNally, if you were to stay with Nash then I would have to drive you there, you would ask for permission, blah blah blah, it would take a long time. Now, you can just come home with me. Ok?"

"Okay. Thanks, Sam."

"Anytime."

They pulled into his driveway, Sam walking around and opening her door, and walked to his front step. As they entered his house, Andy was smiling. She loved the smell of Sam's house. Just like how she loved the smell of him. It was something she remembered from that night…as if there were one thing she could erase from the blackout. He gave her the grand tour. The master bedroom, the master bathroom, the kitchen, the hallway-filled with pictures of him and officers from 15, him and Sarah, and what she assumed was Sarah's baby.

"Lots of pictures." Andy noted.

"Yeah, I like them." Sam smiled.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I actually have a decent camera, too. Quarter of my pay check one month. "

"Never would have pegged you for a shutterbug."

"Contrary to popular belief, I do have a life outside of being a cop and the occasional undercover greaseball."

"I'm learning that."

"Turn around." Sam said. When Andy agreed, and saw what was in Sam's hand, she backed away.

"Oh, no, I don't do pictures." He had his camera in his hand, intent on capturing some of the beauty that was Andy McNally on film.

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"I look terrible in them," she admitted sheepishly.

"You do not."

"You've never seen a photograph of me."

"I don't need to. There's no way someone who looks like you do can look bad on film. Its physically impossible."

"Oh yes, it is. But if I let you take one picture, will you put the camera down?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Once picture. That's it."

He raised the camera to his eye, closing one of them, focused on her face, and clicked the button. He pulled the camera slowly away from his face. She wasn't smiling, but wasn't frowning, either. Her face was totally relaxed, and completely breath taking. He smiled, still looking down at the photo.

"Can I see it?" She asked.

"No."

"Sam! Why not?"

"Because. You will say it's horrible and I will disagree and you will be stubborn like you always are. So no, you cannot see it." He finished.

"I'm not the only stubborn one here, Sam." She said. It reminded him of his talk with Jerry, in the surveillance van, about how equally stubborn and stupid they both were.

"No, you aren't. And my stubbornness will help reinforce the fact that you aren't seeing this picture."

"Jerk."

"Jerk? Says the person that would be entertaining Nash's kid if I hadn't taken her in."

"Oh, whatever, Leo is adorable."

"Not the point. Point is, watch who you dish out your insults to, because without me you'd be playing Super Mario Brothers with Leo."

"For your information, Super Mario Brothers is really fun." She said, defending a game she did indeed play whenever she went to Traci's house.

"Oh, I know, but you didn't let me finish. Without me you'd be plying Super Mario Brothers with Leo, and not me."

"You have Super Mario Brothers?"

"I do. Now, remember where the living room is? The tv is down there. I will race you, and first one down gets to be player one."

"Can I have the black remote?"

"Nope. I always get the black remote."

"What? Why?"

"Because. My house, my rules. There is nothing that will stop me from getting this black remote." He said, matter-of-factly. In truth, he didn't give a damn about which remote he played on, he just liked pushing her buttons.

"Oh yeah? Not one thing, huh?" She inquired, stepping closer, tilting her head up to look at him.

"Nope…nothing." He responded, also moving closer, their bodies pressed up against one another.

"Nothing?" She asked again, leaning in closer, their lips almost brushing, dancing around each other before finally, after Sam brushing his nose against hers, their lips touched, pulled away and touched again.

"Well, almost nothing." He breathed. Suddenly, this video game bickering had gotten a lot more fun.