A/N Sorry about the blocky-ness of the last chapter. The little dash things I used to separate the parts didn't upload. So here's the next chapter! I hope I can get a few more up before I go to uni. (I'm going to university, uhm, how exactly did that happen?!) But I digress, hope you enjoy this one and thank you so much for the reviews! :)

Sam groaned inwardly. He had hoped that the person at his door would just go away if he ignored them, but the second set of knocks forced him to set his beer down and himself off the couch. He swung the door open and his face changed from mildly annoyed to worried in about 3 seconds. Her eyes were glassy and red, hair sticking to the side of her face, curling slightly from the rain. She hesitated slightly before meeting his eyes.

"Hey."

"Hey."

And as he looked at her, he flashed back to that night. Her rough demanding kisses, his body against hers, watching her lose control in the candlelight, and his empty bed, clenched fists, green with envy as he realized where she was running to. He shook his head lightly. Now was different, they were different. There was no Luke Callaghan in the way this time.

"I can go, if you're busy."

"No, no. Sorry. Zoned out. Come in," he replied, stepping aside to let her in the door.

She sat stiffly on his couch and he wasn't sure exactly why.

"Coffee?" he asked, trying to ease her clearly anxious state of mind.

"Sure."

She couldn't help but think about it. His gentle assurances in the locker-room, her cold empty house, the way his eyes had darkened with desire, the slow burning trail his fingers left on her skin, her shame and guilt when the lights turned on.

She smiled weakly as he handed her the mug, cradling it in her hands as he sat beside her on the sofa, facing Andy, who sat cross legged.

"You wanna talk about it?" he questioned, a little unsure of what the problem was. Last he saw her was beside the fire truck after finding the little boy.

"Nope."

He nodded, letting the silence descend upon them. And he would've been okay just not talking, but she was fidgeting like Sheldon Cooper when he needed to say something. Her fingers played with each other and she was constantly combing through her hair. She's so damn nervous. And it's the fidgeting that has him breaking the silence.

"McNally, you're dripping on my couch."

Her brow wrinkles as she looks up at him before looking down at her shirt, then jumping off the couch. "Crap, I forgot it was raining and my clothes are all wet. I'm sorry, Sam."

"Andy, it's fine. But if you stay in those, you're gonna get sick and I'm gonna have to ride with Epstein," he tells her simply, his worry lessened slightly by the small grin that almost spreads across her face and he leads her to his bedroom, rifling through drawers before pulling out a T-shirt and the smallest pair of pants he can find – which aren't really that small, but he hopes the elastic waistband will be good for something. He handed them to her, before walking out of the room into the hallway, when he realises he should probably get her a towel.

"Andy, you might need this," he said as he strode into the bedroom, not paying attention, until he looked up. His eyes widened slightly as he took her in; in her lacy black bra and his baggy rolled up sweats, her hands holding his still folded shirt in her hands by her waist.

He didn't say anything when she strode over and crushed her lips to his in a hungry kiss. He just kissed back with equal fervour. He didn't say anything when her cold fingers slipped underneath the hem of his shirt, he just explored her skin with his own. And when she hooked her leg around his hips, he simply carried her over to his bed. But as he settled gently on top of her, his weight resting on his arms, he heard a voice that he both did and didn't want to recognize as his own calling her name twice softly, causing her eyes to snap from his now bare chest to his face.

"Andy…we shouldn't…"

Hurt flashed across her face and he lowered himself quickly to rest on his elbows and forearms, preventing her from rolling away from under him.

"Andy. McNally. Listen, I want this. God, I want you. You know that. But not like this. Not to help you forget."

Andy nodded mutely, a blush creeping up her cheeks as embarrassment filled her eyes. Sam nudged her nose with his before flipping them over, settling her protectively in his arms, legs tangled, her head against his chest. Andy sighed heavily, his fingers combing through her hair in a way that could just put her to sleep – if she didn't know she would be plagued by nightmares. Sam just waited for her to talk, grateful that they both had the day off the next day so he could take his time to just be with her. Although it had only been a month since that night at the beach, Sam couldn't remember ever being so…simply happy. They were partnered on and off the job, but them splitting up today on patrol, presented Sam with a whole new set of challenges. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened since their meeting at the fire truck and the explosion, her chapped lips breaking into a smile that thawed her very frozen cheeks.

"She died at the hospital," she eventually said, almost inaudibly.

Oh. He just continued to stroke though her hair, knowing that there was really nothing he could say.

"At Halloween, I always saved the good candy."

"For what?" he asked, not following.

"A better time, I guess. For later."

"I never did."

"I figured," she paused, then continued, "Leslie said she was going to stop waiting and just drink the champagne now. And she just…ugh, she never even got the chance."

"But you still have your chance," he reminded her gently.

Andy nodded again, then lifted herself up more and twisted to get a better look at his face, tracing the contours of his jaw with her tip of her finger before looking into his eyes. She swore those dark orbs could see right through her.

"You're my good candy."

Sam smirked, eyes dancing, "What, you just wanna eat me up?"

Andy frowned and smacked his chest, producing a hasty apology and a chaste kiss to her pouting lips. "No, but you are. I wish I hadn't waited so long," she mumbled, "And I don't want to wait anymore."

Sam felt his chest swell with pride and he dropped another quick kiss to her lips before replying, "You know, you were the longest I ever waited for candy. At Halloween, I would just eat the good stuff and give the rest to Sarah. But hey, hey," he pulled her lip from between her teeth, "The thing about good candy is that as long as you eat it eventually, it'll still taste just as good."

Andy smiled brightly before playfully pinching a love handle, "I dunno. You're getting kind of stale."

Sam grumbled and pushed a giggling Andy off his chest, but letting her cuddle back up against him.

"I know I said I didn't want to wait anymore, but…I would wait for you. You know, for my good candy. If you decided to go back to Guns and Gangs."

"Guns and Gangs?" he asked her, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion before a realisation hit him. "You saw me talking to Boyd today at 15." It was more of a statement than a question, but she nodded anyways. "Boyd? Really, McNally? You wanna talk about Boyd while we're in bed?" he teased half-heartedly, despite knowing that she wasn't going to let this one go until he answered her properly.

"Sam, I'm being serious."

"I know. Andy look at me."

She looked up at him, and he knew that even though she said she would wait for him, she was hoping she wouldn't have to. He could read the insecurity in her eyes, an understandable insecurity after all the things he's sure people have told her about him. (Although admittedly, Sam would never have thought about himself as the 'settling down' type. Suddenly it didn't seem so unrealistic).

"I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to go back to Guns and Gangs."

"Are you sure? Because…I don't want to like…hold you back or anything."

"Hold me back? You're not. I'm deciding."

"I…just don't want you to look back in a few years and regret not taking this opportunity. You're really good at being undercover, Sam. You love Guns and Gangs. And after all the time and space I put you through…Well, I'd wait for you."

Sam narrowed his eyes at her, cocking his head to the side slightly, "Is that what Callaghan told you? That you were holding him back?"

"What? Sam, Luke has nothing to do with this," was her response, but the hesitation in her voice gave her away.

"Is it?" he asked more sternly.

"Something like that, yeah. I mean, I get it. A career is important. And it's not like I'm going anywhere anytime soon."

He tipped her chin up to lock eyes with her.

"Callaghan is an idiot. I went to Guns and Gangs because…well, because I had nothing to stick around here for. Now I do. You're not holding me back. You're giving me a reason to stay. And Andy, just because you…took some time to figure out your feelings towards all this doesn't mean you have to wait for me to make up for it."

"Sam…"

Sam groaned slightly and pulled her in close, their noses touching. "Not. Going," he told her firmly, punctuating each word with a kiss.

She smiled and nodded, and while he could still see the slight uncertainty in her eyes, he decided he'd let it slide.

"Besides. Guns and Gangs is definitely not worth wasting some seriously good candy," and he matched Andy's grin with one of his own, dimples flashing.

She could hear his heartbeat from her position on his chest, and she let the relaxed rhythm lull her into a sense of peace. Sam's fingertips traced up and down her arm in his not quite scratching way.

"You know, Sandy has a serious sweet tooth," Sam told her, eyebrows raising and momentarily shocked as she responded saucily, "Only if Graham's for dessert."

"Well, anyways," he started again, a little flustered, "one time, Graham was at the police station and another detective came up to him with a job offer. Detective Lloyd. Lloyd wanted Graham to go back undercover again, because, let's face it. Graham's awesome."

Andy just giggled before yawning widely.

"And Graham didn't know it, but Sandy saw the whole thing and she was worried that Graham was going to take the job. But Sandy didn't hear the conversation between Graham and Lloyd. Graham didn't think twice about saying no on the spot; he knew that he couldn't just hole away in some sketchy apartment and not think about Sandy and everything he was leaving behind."

He paused, looking down and seeing her eyes closed, the rising and falling of her chest had evened out to a slow, steady rhythm.

"Becoming someone else? It'd be impossible. I love who I am when I'm with you, Andy. I'd miss you too much to leave. I…love you too much to leave," he whispered into the darkness to the sleeping sunshine in his life.

He woke up to light kisses on the curve of his jaw, his dimples making their early morning appearance as he opened his eyes to find her hovering over him.

"Just for the record, Sam? I love you too."

He flipped her over onto her back, brushing his nose against hers, swallowing the sound of her giggles with his lips on hers. She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer and his lips trailed lower, giggles giving way to moans. They'd continue what they started last night; not to drown in the night, but to celebrate the sun.

A/N Sorry it took so long to post…I had written ¾ of the chapter and then I was hit with another story idea that had me writing everything EXCEPT this story for the last few days. Don't know why I always seem to post between 12 and 2AM but hope you enjoyed, and more soon! :D