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They started the night with a couple of shots at Terri's house where Andy was introduced to a dozen different women all of whom seemed just as eager as she was to leave their troubles at the bottom of an empty glass. After dressing Terri up in a veil and homemade t-shirt, they were headed to the first club.

It took a moment for their eyes to adjust; the club was especially dark. The music was pounding and the lights were jumping to the beat though and girls wasted little time getting into their groove as they immediately downed another round of shots and headed to the dance floor.

They danced to song after song, never leaving the area but moving only to the edge to reach their drinks. Andy could feel the buzz not long after their arrival and she was happy to lose herself in the music.

They were drawing quite an audience; it was inevitable, a dozen hot girls dancing together with not a man in sight…someone would definitely feel the need to remedy that. Man after man approached the women and though some of the girls took the opportunity to flirt or dance if the guy was especially cute, Andy turned down every offer she got. She didn't want to be held; she wanted to escape.

The table of guys near the bar was no exception, but they had yet to make a move; so far they had been preoccupied by their own conversation. This group was a regular fixture at the club, frequenting it more often than not to carry out their less than savory business dealings. But with business finally done, their focus had now shifted to the spectacle on the dance floor, and some of them were definitely enjoying the view.

"Man you gotta love it when a bachelorette party comes in: beautiful women getting piss drunk and wanting to drown their sorrows because they don't have a ring too."

"Look at the legs on that brunette!"

"Holy shit, she's gorgeous. And she is definitely trying to forget something…or someone and I am just the guy to help her with that."

"Wanna bet?" His buddy challenged. "She hasn't said yes to one guy."

"But she hasn't met me."

"You haven't got a hope in hell…does he Sammy?

Sam hadn't been interested; he was undercover and the last thing he did when he was undercover was look at women. You don't start something when you're under; it's doomed before it even starts. Well that and his heart only had room for one sexy brunette but she was happily playing house on the other side of town. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

Sam slowly turned around to see what they were going on about and to give himself time to plan out his reaction. And then his heart dropped into his stomach. It was Andy, his Andy, and she had a veil on. Oh God; Callahan proposed. No…no…it was too fast…she wouldn't already be having…

Before his mind could fully comprehend what it all meant, he watched as Andy pulled off the veil and passed it off to another woman, quite obviously the real bride to be.

Relief had barely set in when he turned back to the conversation at his table, and he didn't like it one bit. The way they were talking about her turned his stomach and he rose from his seat with only one goal in mind. He was not taking any chances; there was no way he was letting any of those guys get close to her.

"I am going to get me some of that." He heard one of his 'buddies' say as he threw back a shot and slammed it on the table ready to make his own move. But Sam was already gone.

"Looks like Sammy beat you to it." The rest of the table noted with a laugh as they could see Sam's obvious target.

Andy couldn't believe the nerve. She was dancing at the edge of the group of girls with her back to the bar when she felt a pair of hands on her hips. Are you kidding me? The other guys were bad enough with their cheesy pickup lines and obvious leering. But this guy had to take the cake; did he actually think it was ok to put his hands on a woman without her permission. He was about to get a lesson in manners.

Andy spun around fully prepared to put her well-tuned, self defense skills to good use. But Sam had spent a lot of time with her and he could anticipate her every move.

She had a cocky grin on her face fully expecting to have this guy at her mercy and regretting even coming out tonight, but the joke was on her. Before she knew it, she was the one who was trapped in a hold; she looked up in shock as she was pulled in even closer. Her eyes widened at the two staring back at her. "Careful," he whispered with a small smile. And she knew he wasn't talking about her defense training; he was putting on a show.

"Get your hands off of me." She ordered raising her voice and putting on her best pissed off look. She pushed off of him and took a quick step back to put a safe distance between them.

"Come on sweetheart, I just want a dance." Sam explained, trying to step towards her again.

She held her hand out to keep him at bay. "Maybe you didn't notice but I was doing just fine by myself."

"Oh, believe me; I noticed." He assured her with a wink.

If they were anywhere else, Andy would have been grinning from ear to ear. But they had an audience and she needed to keep up appearances. "Well then what makes you think I want to dance with you?"

"Wishful thinking?" He suggested before pulling out the big guns. He gave her his best dimpled smile, the one that she had been missing for the past few weeks and she couldn't hold her poker face any longer. She shook her head and rolled her eyes.

"Does that work for you?"

"Every time." He bragged.

And she couldn't help it; she had to laugh.

Back at the table, his guys had been watching his every move. As soon as she laughed, there were sure Sam had it in the bag. "Damn he's good," they admitted in surprise; this was the first time they had seen Sam in action and they were all impressed. They watched as he motioned for the pretty brunette to dance with him.

She glanced back at the rest of her entourage and they were all encouraging her. She had told them earlier that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and you could tell they thought it would do her a world of good. It didn't hurt that they all thought Sam was hot too.

Sam and Andy danced to the rest of the song and one more before he asked her to have a drink with him. She could tell that it wasn't really a request; it held the hint of an order. He obviously needed to talk to her alone.

She knew she needed to go, but the girls had made a pact at the beginning of the night to stick together. When she turned to them again, Terri stepped forward and whispered in her ear. "Go…don't worry about me; I will not let you say no to that."

Andy gave her a quick hug before turning around and nodding to Sam. He reached for her hand to lead her away from the dance floor. She glanced down at their hands as she followed him off; it felt so good to be with him again. He could have taken her anywhere and she would have gone willingly. She was so lost in thought that it surprised her when he stopped, and she looked up to see him watching her intently. When she blushed at being caught in the moment, he just smiled and winked.

"What would you like?" He asked, taking a seat at the bar not too far from his 'friends'.

"Beer is good." She was thirsty after all the dancing, and a beer was just what she needed to cool herself down.

When her drink came, she quickly downed half trying to quench her thirst and calm her nerves. It didn't do any good though as her nerves went into overdrive the second Sam leaned in to whisper in her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck, which made it almost impossible for her to register his words. "Just giggle at everything I say ok?"

"OK," she giggled. It wasn't a stretch; between the alcohol and Sam's proximity she was almost giddy.