"I'm fine!" Sam insisted. "Please, I have to go see her. She's my wife."

Since Sam had arrived at the hospital, he had been begging to see Andy until he was blue in the face, but the doctors and nurses treated his injuries without paying any mind to his rants. He was frustrated, tired, and now that his adrenaline wasn't up from running into a burning building, he was in pain from some serious burns he had received.

But still, no one assisted him or gave him any information regarding Andy. The best he got was from a compassionate nurse who said that "she was in the best hands". Sam didn't much care; he wanted to see her with his own eyes.

An older nurse with a stubborn face was finishing taping gauze with an antibiotic over the most severe burns when Oliver walked in, pausing in the doorway. He was out of uniform, but still wore his badge; probably to easily surpass all the hospital security.

"Can you give us a minute?" Oliver asked the nurse politely. She didn't look happy about it, but she left the room without a firm, "Stay put" to Sam.

"Oliver, hey man," Sam said, grateful to see a friendly face. "You have to help me out. Andy-"

"Whoa," Oliver said, sliding a chair near where Sam was perched on the bed. "Take it easy Sammy boy. You just rushed into a building that could have collapsed and was on fire to save your wife. You just need to relax for a minute. You could have died," Oliver pointed out.

Sam could hear everything that Oliver wasn't saying. He could also see the grim look that was set in his eyes. Andy wasn't doing well and Oliver didn't have the heart to tell him. Sam ignored the clench in his gut that told him to go find Andy before it was too late. He fell silent instead, looking out the window into the street below.

"Can I get you anything?" Oliver asked. Sam could hear the strain in his voice, even without looking at his face. Oliver cared a lot about Andy; everyone at 15 Division did.

"Actually, yeah," Sam said, formulating a plan.

Oliver looked surprised; Sam never admitted to needing help. Not ever. "Sure, what is it?" Oliver asked, not willing to let a moment like this pass by.

"I would love a cup of coffee right now," Sam said, turning back to face his best friend. It was better to look him in the eye so he didn't suspect anything.

If Oliver thought it was weird that Sam wanted a cup of coffee right this second, he didn't question it. "It might be hard to sneak it past all the medical staff, but I think I can manage something. I'll just give them some of my Ollie charm. Always has the ladies swarming," Oliver said with a wink. He tried to smile, but Sam noticed it just fell short of reaching his eyes. "I'll be right back," he promised.

Even as Oliver walked down the hall and towards the cafeteria, he knew he would come back to find an empty room. But he also knew that Sam wouldn't rest until he found Andy. It was better that he find out himself.

Sam waited until he thought for sure that Oliver was long gone and even after that he forced himself to wait. When he was sure that Oliver wasn't coming back for a while, Sam hopped off the bed he had been sitting on and peered out into the hallway.

It was hectic and no one noticed as he slipped out and joined the fray of people.

Too late, Sam realized he didn't know the first place to look for Andy, but he feared that if he walked up to one of the orderlies, he would be sent back to the confines of his room. However, Sam had a gut feeling about where he would find Andy. Following the signs, he made his way to the ICU.

"We need to fix this brain bleed," the doctor said.

The woman they had brought in was one of the many victims from the hotel explosion. She was one of many the surgeon had treated today. There had been lots of head trauma, internal bleeding and fractures.

The woman on the operating table looked small. On the outside, her body was extremely beat up; her body an endless array of bruises and minor scratches. Her insides, though, were far more of a mess.

Many of her ribs were broken or fractured, but that was the least of their worries. Her left wrist, also had a bad break, but they would worry about setting that after they tended to the main problem. After fixing up some internal bleeding, they had found a severe brain bleed. If they didn't stop it, the damages could be catastrophic.

The doctors were crowded around her, the surgeon working hard. Half of her head had to be shaved in order to operate. A tube was taped to her mouth.

Sam burst through a set of doors and found himself in an observing room, looking down at the surgery going on below him. He watched open mouthed; if he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that the person on the operating table couldn't possibly be his wife.

He had wandered into the ICU ward, looking so lost one of the orderlies approached him, asking if he needed assistance. It wasn't long before someone finally directed him to where he could see Andy.

But now, he wasn't sure if he could handle seeing her like this.

He could barely make her out with all the doctors in lab coats rushing back and forth around her body. He couldn't hear anything, but all of a sudden, the doctors moved in a flurry of panic. Sam could tell something was wrong.

He peered down at one of the many machines that Andy was hooked up to. The one monitoring her heart was a straight steady line.

Sam pressed himself closer to the glass. "No," he whispered.

"She's flat-lining!"

Doctors were trained to stay calm, especially during an operation. But it was never easy having a patient flat line on the table.

"Paddles," the surgeon instructed, pulling back as the operating team prepped.

"Clear." An electrifying shock went into Andy, her limp body flailing like a fish out of water. The monitor showed no change.

"Again." He wasn't losing this one. Not today.

"Clear…"

Andy's eyes fluttered open. There was a calm white light that surrounded her. Not recognizing where she was, she slowly sat up, gazing at the whiteness around her with wonder; she didn't understand what was going on.

She got to her feet with ease, trying to remember how she would have gotten to this strange place. The last thing she remembered was climbing into the shower after reading the note that said that Sam had gone to the bakery. At the memory of Sam, she smiled. She really should be getting back to her new husband.

The only problem was, she had no idea where she was or how to get out of here. She expected to feel her heartbeat quicken, but strangely, she felt nothing at all except for a slight urge that she needed to do something.

She ignored the feeling as she noticed something…or was that someone?...coming towards her from a distance. It seemed so far away, but in the blink of an eye, a man was standing before her. It didn't take Andy long to realize that she recognized this man.

"Jerry!" she exclaimed. Her voice took on a weird, vaguely echo like quality. "What are you doing here?"

Jerry looked great; exactly how he had looked prior to getting shot while trying to save Gail from a psychopath taxi driver. He had a large grin and a calm disposition about him. He looked at her like he was waiting for her to piece something together.

"Andy," he said. "You look well. Can't say I'm surprised to see you here; with your reckless streak, it was only a matter of time." He appeared to be joking, at least partly.

"Oh my God, 15 Division will be so happy to see you," Andy said. "And Sam! Come on, we should go see him right now. He missed you so much…" Andy trailed off. There was that urge again. Sam. Sliding into a new topic with ease, Andy asked, "Do you know how to get out of here. I should really head back. Sam and I were kind of on our honeymoon."

It was then that Andy realized that she was wearing a white summery dress, one that she had no recollection of ever seeing before. Her hair was down and straight, something she never did to her hair, but what she always yearned for. Was it a little longer too…?

"I heard you and Sam got married; congratulations. It was only a matter of time. You know, everyone at the station had a bet going around. Oliver is getting paid well today," Jerry chuckled.

Andy looked more closely at Jerry. She could see a faint glow, almost imperceptible, that surrounded him.

"Jerry," she said, fixing him in a steely gaze. "What is going on?"

"McNally, are your police skills a little rusty from going undercover? I would have thought you could have figured this out by now," Jerry admonished. At her still clueless gaze, he thought it best to explain to her what was going on. "Alright, McNally. You are in Limbo. Well, closer to the heaven side," he said thoughtfully.

"Limbo?" Andy questioned. "But wouldn't that mean I'm…"

"Dead, to put it bluntly. But yes," Jerry confirmed.

This is when the memories floated back through her mind. "The hotel…it exploded. But Sam…he wasn't there," Andy said with relief. "So he's okay?" It was more of a question than a certainty.

"Sam is fine," Jerry said. "You on the other hand, are lying on an operating table. Your heart stopped." Jerry wasn't sure if he should be telling her all of this, but it seemed necessary. She would only ask if he didn't explain it to her anyway; he knew of Andy McNally's tenacity.

"But…"

"I was sent to escort you into Heaven," Jerry continued. "But, there is something holding you here. You still have ties on Earth," Jerry realized. "Quite strong ties, I might add."

"I'm not ready to die yet," Andy said. "Is it too late?" she feared.

"Well, it seems that I can't take you. I would need your consent anyway. But may I warn you, if you return back to your human body, things will be extremely…different," Jerry warned. He had wanted to say difficult. God was providing him with an outlook of how things would be if Andy chose to return to Earth. The picture wasn't pretty, but God didn't want Jerry to affect Andy's choice. Everyone always had a choice.

"I'm sorry, Jerry. But I'm just…not ready," Andy said, raising her sad brown eyes to his face.

"Is anyone ever really ready to die?" Jerry asked. "I sure wasn't," Jerry said wistfully, thinking of Traci and the new life they were supposed to start together. He knew that she was throwing herself into her work to rid herself of the pain. He wished he could be there with her; sometimes aching for her so badly.

"Sam…" Andy started; reaching out to Jerry, it was as if she was begging him. Jerry could feel the ties back from Earth, starting to drag Andy back down. He knew that in a few moments, she would be gone.

"Tell Traci, I love her. And Sam…tell him I miss him," Jerry said. With a small smile he told Andy, "You really aren't ready."

Andy could feel herself growing heavy; it wasn't an entirely pleasant feeling. "Bye Jerry" she tried to say, but her tongue felt too heavy in her mouth so it came out garbled. Soon she was back on Earth, in a blissfully unaware state.

"We've got a pulse!" The machines started to beep steadily. A feeling of relief was palpable throughout the entire operating room. It had been a close one; the surgeon had been just about to call her time of death.

"Thank God."

"Keep on working. Let's get her closed up."

Sam noticed when the monitors started beeping, keeping track of Andy's now steady heartbeat. She was stable.

His knees went weak and he slid onto the floor, burying his face in his hands with his knees tucked to his chest.

Thank God.

Back up in Heaven, Jerry was watching Sam realize that Andy was alive. He could feel his relief all the way up here. Jerry was glad that Sam had finally admitted his feelings for Andy.

It was then that Jerry realized what the strong ties that were holding Andy so tightly to Earth.

It was love.