A/N Again, I won't elaborate on how I'm a horrible person and how I haven't updated because I think the fact that it's been like…a year says that pretty well. I'm seriously missing the McSwarek fiction around here, although I do love Holly and Gail. I kind of love Nick and Gail too. And I kind of love Nick, just in general. AHHH. New season, new inspiration. Also trying to stave off MCAT craziness. Anyways, more than Gail and Nick (but maybe not as much as Sam) I LOVE YOU TOO. Thank you for all your reviews and for sticking by a dork like me. More to come soon!

It was the lazy days. The days with her reading on his couch, looking dorky as ever with her glasses on. How she comfortably makes her way around his kitchen for her coffee in the morning. How she doesn't think he notices when she uses his soap, or the way she watches him shave.

"Move in with me."

She looks up from her book, startled.

"Uhh, what?"

"Move in with me, McNally," he repeated.

She grinned, eyes lighting up before scooching closer to him on the couch, sitting cross legged in front of him.

"Really?"

"Really really," he smirked.

"Are you sure?"

"I asked you, didn't I?"

"What if I have too much stuff?"

"Pretty sure most of it is here."

"What if I set the house on fire when I'm cooking?"

"I'll buy an extinguisher."

"What if you get sick of me?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, more amused than exasperated. "Not sick of you yet, McNally. Probably won't ever be."

She pondered that for a minute, biting her bottom lip before cocking her head at Sam. "So…when can I move my stuff?"

"I take it that's a yes?" he asked, flashing his dimples at her.

"Of course it's a yes!" she smiled, "I pretty much live here anyways." And she pulled him in for a kiss before meeting his dark eyes very seriously.

"So does this mean I can drive your truck?"

Sam groaned and pushed her on to her back, nudging her nose with his before mumbling a quiet "Shut up, McNally" against her lips.

Two weeks later, she was piling her boxes into Sam's truck. Standing in her apartment, she looked at the empty room. It was nostalgic, she remembered how much she loved this place when she first bought it. Going house hunting with Traci, girls' nights involving way too much wine and laughter, her own very private housewarming with Sam. Arms encircled her waist from behind.

"Penny for them?"

She laughed as she turned in his arms, "Sam Swarek, never figured you for cheap."

He matched her grin with his own, "Civil servant, times are tough."

"I feel like I should want to run," she murmured, feeling guilty as confusion swept across his eyes. But he waited for her to continue.

"I should want to run. Away from…this, from moving in with someone. We all know how well that worked out after Luke, I mean it ended up being his house, I just stored my stuff there. After my mom, you know I'm not that great with…commitment," she rambled on.

Sam tensed against her, "Are you changing your mind? I thought you didn't mind moving into my house, we talked about buying a new one…?"

She lifted a hand to his cheek, letting out a heavy breath and shooting him a small smile. "No, Sam. I should want to run, but I don't. I don't need to run. Because honestly, I've just been running to you, even if it was in crazy circles. And, I can sleep with you," she blushed when he smirked at her, "Not like that, you dummy. But I can spend the night and actually sleep. I…I have like a phobia of staying over in other people's beds and it's just different with you, I love you."

She thought she would feel scared, maybe more smothered. She thought it would feel off, like losing her independence. Instead, it just felt…right. Like the right time. And, she thought to herself as Sam swept her away in a kiss, the right person.

"Love you too…roomie."