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Driving home, Sam couldn't help but realize how desperate he was acting when he was around Andy. He knew he was desperate, he basically begged for her to give him another chance, but he knew he had to calm it down. I am Sam Swarek! Not some teenage boy! I can be smooth! He thought, giving himself an internal pep talk. When it comes to him and Andy, he was going to be the Sam Swarek everyone knew. No more nerves, just normal.
Andy couldn't keep her mind from replaying the date over and over. She had fun, she liked spending time with Sam again, but getting to know each other was weird. I was in a relationship with him already and basically knew nothing about him. Learning now just seems odd…but it has to be done. She quietly worked it out in her head. She was going to make him talk, make them talk. She was going to break down his walls anyway she could. Heck, she was going to bulldoze them over. She was going to push him over a cliff if she had to…figuratively speaking.
Work had been going fine. Sam and Andy still hadn't been partnered together since their break up and nobody really knew they were trying to work it out, except for Oliver and Traci. Oliver knowing not because Sam was one to share about his personal life, but because of seeing him at the bar walking with two drinks towards one certain brunette. He pieced it together from there. Traci knew because her friend was the sharing type.
Traci had come over Sunday night to hang out, gossip, whatever.
"So how are you doing?" Andy couldn't help but ask. Jerry had passed a while ago, but she could tell Traci was still hurting.
She shrugged, "It's hard. Especially with Leo having been so attached to him as well. We're working through it though. Just going a day at a time. You know, the whole detective thing makes it easier I think. The feeling of closing such big cases is just…overwhelming. In a good way though. I mean I helped close cases when I was on the streets, but it just a different feeling."
Andy couldn't help but smile at Traci's strength. She had been through so much, but she still managed to see the positive side of things. "How are you doing?" Traci asked.
She shrugged like nothing was new, "Well, umm…Sam told me he loved me." She rushed past the sentence. Memories of her 'Yeah I hooked up with Sam' comment that happened so long ago.
"What?"
"I mean I was holding a bomb and didn't say it back, but I totally would have if we were still together."
"When?"
"Down in the kitchen of that hotel when I was holding the bomb, he told me he loved me. Then back at the station he said he meant it and he was going to prove it to me until I said 'yes'. I mean he practically ripped out his heart and handed it to me Traci."
"So what happened?" She couldn't contain her fascination.
"We went out for a drink and talked about working it out. He brought me home and asked me out on a date."
"So you went on a date with Sam Swarek? Imagining him on a date is weird." She added the last part without thinking.
Andy laughed, "Yeah that's what I thought when he actually asked me. We went bowling last night and made pizza at his house. It was nice."
Traci couldn't help keep the question from coming out, "So how is he? Like with the dating and everything?"
"I mean it was fun, but he was so nervous. It was adorable and all, but I felt like I was back in high school." She had to admit it; he wasn't as smooth as he talks himself up to be.
Traci nodded in understanding. "Missing the sexy Swarek swag. He was probably just nervous because he doesn't want to mess up. I mean he did break up with you, he's just lucky he noticed what he was missing and is trying to get it back."
Andy nodded, a hesitant look on her face. "Yeah. I just hope he knows that I want to work it out. He doesn't have to be so antsy about it." She would have laughed at a sentence involving Sam and the word antsy, but she had seen it. It still seemed very unrealistic though.
They hadn't really talked much after their date, but Sam had promised to do everything. He was slacking considering he hadn't made her dinner or taken out her garbage yet. He was going to change that. That day after work he offered Andy a ride home or to The Penny, wherever she was headed, which she gladly accepted.
It had been a long day and all she wanted to was go home and soak in a nice hot bath. She would have been fine walking home, but she couldn't contain the look of respite that took over her face at Sam's offer. She climbed into the truck and sat back, placing her head against the headrest and closing her eyes.
Sam wasn't quite sure if he should talk to her, but her went for it anyways. She had stated that they needed to talk more if they were going to try at a relationship again. "Long day?" She didn't bother to open her eyes to look over but simply answered, "The longest." Exhaustion present within her two words. Sam decided to leave at that for now, let her relax. When he pulled up outside her condo and she didn't move to get out, he couldn't help but wonder if she had fallen asleep. He quietly grabbed her bag and got out. He opened her door and her eyes flickered open, realization portrayed through them. "Sorry." She mumbled quietly as she hopped out and closed the truck door. She went to reach for her bag that Sam was holding only to be stopped by the sound of his voice, "I got it." She looked at his face, seeing the same sweet Sam that had uttered those words to her on her second day of work. She smiled thankfully at him and they made their way to her door.
She unlocked the door and held it open for Sam to drop her bag in. He leaned in and placed it gently inside the door. Once back to his full stature, he looked and Andy, "So I kinda promised I would make you dinner and take out your trash, I should probably get on that." She couldn't pull her eyes from his. His gaze was like laser beams with hands at the ends holding her eyes on his. She smiled, "Oh your actually gonna come through this time?" She didn't intend for her words to hurt him. They were just meant as playful teasing. "Andy I'm sorry. I meant it when I said 'you wouldn't get rid of me without a fight'. I kept that promise; it just took me a while to get past some stuff." His face was serious, he meant what he said. Her face had been consumed by a guilty look when she realized he took her words the wrong way. "Sam, I didn't mean it like that. I want this okay? How about you come over after work tomorrow." A smile broke through on her face, "I'll make sure not to take out the trash before you come." He smiled back at her, "Okay." With that, he turned and walked away, Andy watching his retreating form until it was no longer visible, before closing her door.
Work the next day was a breeze for Andy, compared to the day before. The streets were very calm and quiet. Maybe everyone else was still exhausted from yesterday too. After finishing her paperwork, she headed into the locker room to change out of her uniform. She walked in to see Traci closing her locker. "How was your day Detective?" Traci smiled at her friends ridiculous tone in which she enounced 'detective'. "Fine. How was yours?" Andy started to unbutton her shirt as she answered, "Well it was a heck of a lot better than yesterday." Traci chuckled at the statement. "You going to The Penny tonight?" Andy turned to face Traci as a smile erupted on her face, "Actually, Sam is coming over to take out my trash."
Traci couldn't contain her laughter, "He wants to come over to take out your trash?" Andy added her own laughter at Traci's comment. She hadn't exactly told Traci everything that Sam had said that night and decided to explain the situation, "The night he told me he loved me, after he said he was going to do everything he told me and I quote, 'I'm gonna make you dinner. I'm gonna take out your garbage. I'm gonna walk your dog.'" Traci couldn't help but be excited for her friend, "That's great, but he asked if he could come over just to take out your trash?"
"Well no. He's going to make me dinner too."
Traci laughed. "You could have said that instead of Sam's taking out my trash. What's with the dog comment though? By now, you would think he would have figured out you don't have a dog." She smiled at the absurdity of his comment before continuing, "You want a ride?"
"No. It's fine, I'm just going to walk." Traci was hesitant, but just gave her an, 'okay, see you later.' before heading out. Andy was fine with walking, it helped her clear her head, relax. She was about five minutes away when she heard a car driving really slowly behind her. She kept walking, not taking the time to glance at the car until she heard them honk. She whipped her head around in annoyance, to see Sam smiling out the window at her. "Want a ride?" She climbed in, happy to see Sam. "Why are you walking? It's freezing." She hadn't really noticed how cold it was until climbing into the warmth of the car. "You know, you could always catch a ride from me. I mean we are actually headed to the same place tonight." She smiled at him, "I'll keep that in mind."
After the car was parked, they both hopped out, Sam reaching in the back seat to pull out a grocery bag before they headed inside. Andy held the door open for him as he walked straight on through to the kitchen. After setting the bag down on the counter he turned to retrieve the trash from under the sink. He tied the bag, pulled it out, and put in a new liner. He turned towards the smelly bulging bag, grabbed it and strolled right back out the door without a word or a glance at Andy. He returned after a couple minutes, washed his hands thoroughly, and started working on the contents of the grocery bag.
"So what are we having?" Andy asked from the couch, while flipping through a magazine. She had changed into sweats and a t-shirt, not really caring what anyone thought considering it was her house. Sam smiled at the sight; she wasn't trying to impress him. She could care less what she looked like, as long as she was comfortable.
"Spaghetti and garlic bread." She nodded, not looking away from the magazine. Ten minutes later, she could hear Sam pulling out plates and decided to join him. He plated the food and sat down next to her. They ate in a relaxed silence, both off in their own thoughts. After they finished, Sam stored the remaining food in the fridge and started cleaning the dishes. "You don't have to do that you know." Andy felt like she should inform him before he felt obligated to do something he didn't want to do. "I know. I made the mess. I can clean it up." He grinned at her warmly. "And I happily enjoyed the dinner which you worked hard on. I can clean up." She smirked at him. "It's good to know we are both capable of cleaning up." He smirked back and continuing. She rolled her eyes and walked over to help him.
They finished quickly and Sam headed to put on his jacket. "You can hang out here for a little while if you want. I'm not kicking you out or anything." An amused smile crossed his face as he dropped his jacket. Andy stood next to the couch watching him as he suddenly moved towards her. His body came within two inches of hers; she couldn't keep from inhaling deeply, from the shock and his intoxicating scent. He suddenly stepped to the right and threw his body down on the couch. She didn't know what to expect when he stepped up to her, but that was not it. He let out a chuckle at her surprise. She joined in by laughing at his actions.
She said he could stay and hang out for a little while, but he took it a little farther than expected. He was splayed across the couch. Head on a pillow at one end and feet propped over the edge of the other side. She gave him a questioning look. "Oh did you want to sit down?" He smirked at her, lifting up his feet for her to sit under them. She glared back at him and set herself down in an armchair to the left. She pulled her feet off of the floor and pulled them up against her chest. One arm came to hold them in place as the other started to rub at her neck. Sam watched her contently, as she closed her eyes at the relief of the tension that she was conducting on her neck. "Another long day?" She opened her eyes to study him, "No, I guess I just haven't bounced back from yesterday's shift yet." He nodded sympathetically, "That bad, huh?... Come here."
He sat up and scooted to one side of the couch, patting the cushion next to him. She looked at him wonderingly, only to give in and seat herself next to him. "Turn." He simply commanded, adding a finger flick to go with it. "What?" She looked at him questioningly, only having to move her head. He looked at her incredulously. "Turn your body to face that wall." He pointed to the desired wall and she did as she was told. He sat with one leg tucked under him and the other hanging over the edge of the couch, Andy's back now turned towards him.
Carefully he placed his hands on her shoulders; she didn't flinch or move away. Taking that as a good sign, he began to massage the tender muscles. She let out a contented sigh and dropped her head in defeat. He could probably ask anything right now and she wouldn't think twice about it. He gently worked out the muscles in her shoulders and moved up to her exposed neck. After a good enough amount of time, although she would have happily endured more, she started to turn. Taking that as a sign to stop, he dropped his hands down to his lap. She turned to face him, "Thanks." He bobbed his head, "No problem. I should probably…" He jerked his thumb towards the door.
She nodded in agreement. Sam got up and grabbed his jacket, this time no words stopping him from putting it on. Andy stood from the couch and stepped closer to the door as he fixed the collar. He turned to leave, halted by Andy blocking the door. She stepped into his space, as he had done earlier before, but instead of stepping to the side she wrapped her arms around his waist. He didn't hesitate to reciprocate the hug, wrapping his arms securely around her shoulders. It felt right, Andy couldn't help but keep him close for a little longer, letting her arms wander up his back, under his jacket, until her fingers could close around his shoulders. She settled her face against his shoulder, "I'm glad you came over tonight." He smiled as he dipped his head to her ear, "Yeah I can tell, you won't let me leave without feeling me up first." She laughed as she released him, "Nice Swarek. Ruin the moment." He grinned at her, "Hey it's true. I probably could have put it in a more romantic way, but I guess it's too late now." She laughed as she started to push him out the door, "Get out of my house, I need sleep." She was pretty sure he mumbled something along the lines of 'needs her beauty sleep' but she wasn't sure. He glanced back with a smile on his face, chuckling lightly to himself, "'Bye."
Author's Note: I want to thank jh126 for the review. I thought I might have been going a little overboard with Sam's nervousness, but I went with it anyway last time. I hope you don't mind me using some of your comment into the story. I love all the comments; I try to please you all. I really have no idea what is going to happen in this story so if you have any suggestions, or constructive criticism, or ideas feel free to give me any input. Thanks for reading. Review, comment, critique, whatever you please. THANKS!