Sam burst through the doors of 15, Nick following close on his heels. They both looked like they were on a mission and no one dared interrupt them.

Sam quickly scanned the room for Andy, quickly realizing that she wasn't here. Looking at the clock, he noted that it was still early and told himself she would be here soon. Besides, he didn't want her here when he did this; she would get way too suspicious and he didn't have the answers for her right now.

Nick was equally as grateful that Gail wasn't there. He was still confused himself so he didn't know how he would explain any of this to her.

Sam ground to a halt so suddenly that Nick nearly ran into his back. He peered over Sam's head and saw that they had come to a stop in front of Luke Callaghan's office. It made sense to Nick now; Luke being the head detective since Sam had stepped down, would be the only one who would be able to grant access to the case files that had since been closed. And Luke once had a personal connection to Andy so Sam's plan might just work.

Sam only took a moment to swallow his pride before opening the door of the office without so much as a knock.

As predicted, Luke was sitting, bloodshot eyes and unkempt beard, behind his desk, looking at something on the computer. He looked pissed at the intrusion, his mouth open in protest.

"It's so nice of you to knock. Please, won't you come in?" Luke snapped, irritably.

Sam kept his temper in check; his usual snarky attitude would get him nowhere in this situation, but he wasn't one to grovel. Nick stayed sheepishly off to the side, feeling like he didn't belong. He certainly did not want to get in the middle of this. He had heard all about the animosity that had grown between these two.

"I have a favor to ask," Sam said simply, leaning against the wall.

Luke looked at him, amused. "The great Sam Swarek, asking for my help? Never thought that I would see the day."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Are you going to help or not? I am not in the mood to play your little games Callaghan. If you can't help me, I will find someone else worth my time, who can." Sam was bluffing, but Callaghan didn't need to know that.

Sensing a note of serious beneath Sam's snarky tone, Luke leaned back causally in his chair, locking his fingers. "What do you need?"

Sam gave Luke an abbreviated version of what Nick had told him earlier, knowing that Luke wouldn't hand over what he wanted without reason. Finally, Sam ended with, "So, I need the video surveillance tapes from the hotel that are in the records. And the files would be nice, too," he added, almost as an afterthought.

"Oh, is that all?" Luke said, sarcastically. "Look, Sam, I'm not saying you don't have a good reason…I think that what you are trying to do for Andy is noble, but I'm betting she has no idea what you are doing…" Sam's look confirmed this. "That's what I thought. My advice? Quit while you are ahead. Let the detectives on the case keep looking. Best was already pissed that you wouldn't let it go."

Sam shook his head furiously. "I'm not going to let this go. My instincts are telling me that Simon Dent did this and while he is out there, Andy- and Nick- are in danger. More people could die, Callaghan. Neither one of us want that."

Luke still looked hesitant. If Best found out, his ass would be the one on the line. But still, listening to the evidence that was placed before him, it seemed that Simon Dent was the culprit. Luke sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. He looked as exhausted as Sam felt. "I want to catch the bastard who did this just as much as you do…"

"Then help me catch him Luke. I'm just trying to do what's best for Andy," he pleaded. He knew appealing to Andy would soften Luke up. He didn't care how much Luke protested; Sam still thought he harbored feelings for his ex-fiancé.

Luke threw up his hands, knowing he was going to give in. "Fine. But we are doing this my way. I will ask Frank to allow you to work with the D's….Collins, you want in on this too?" Collins hastily nodded, wanting to set his mind at ease as well. "Thought so. I'll go talk to him now. Head to Parade."

Luke stood up and stretched and made his way out of his office, towards Franks.

Not usually one to take orders, Sam headed towards the locker rooms to put on his uniform. Puzzled, he looked around…still no Andy.

Andy woke up, feeling worse off than when she had first fallen asleep. Her headache was worse, so bad, she could barely see as she stumbled into the bathroom to throw up.

After throwing up mostly bile, she lay down on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, groaning and clutching her stomach. She felt bloated, but she wasn't yet due for her period. She tried not to move, for fear her head would explode.

She was lucid enough to call into work, taking the day off. Luckily, it was Oliver who answered the phone. All he needed to hear was the sound of her weak voice and he ordered her to stay home and rest. He said he would let Frank know and that it wouldn't be a problem.

"Call me if you need anything okay McNally? I'll come check on you when we are out on patrol," he promised before hanging up.

Andy was too sick to protest and she was secretly grateful that Oliver would come and check on her. She knew she should call Sam and let him know, but she was just so tired.

She barely made it back to the bed before she passed out.

"Serve, protect, and keep an eye out," Best finished, dismissing them all to their duties. As most of the cops went to check the board to see who their partners were, Frank called out, "Swarek, Collins. You will be working with the D's today."

Sam gave a curt nod. He wasn't sure what excuse Luke had given Frank for wanting two officers with him that day, but Frank didn't seem too bothered. Hell, Callaghan probably told him the truth.

Sam was more worried about the fact that Andy had yet to make an appearance.

He found his best friend by the coffee. No surprise there. "Oliver, hey. Have you seen Andy?" Sam asked, motioning for Nick to go on without him.

"Oh yeah," Oliver said, pouring a heavy dose of sugar into his coffee. "She called out sick today Sammy. She sounded pretty crappy on the phone." At Sam's worried look, Oliver said, "Don't worry. I said I would go check up on her during patrol."

"Thanks buddy," Sam said, clapping him on the shoulder before departing. Before he went into Luke's office, Sam ducked into the hallway, pressing his speed dial. Andy's phone went straight to voicemail. "Hey, it's me. I heard you weren't feeling well. Call me back." He snapped his phone shut and walked into the office.

Luke and Collins were already waiting. Collins had a huge stack of tapes in his hand. Pointing, Luke said, "Those are from a couple of days before the explosion actually occurred. I'd get started."

Luke went to go sit at his desk. "And before you ask, I can't go out and bring in Dent without probable cause. You find me something in those tapes and then I will bring him in for questioning."

Sam pursed his lips, begrudgingly admitting that Callaghan was right. No matter how much Sam couldn't stand him, he had to admit that he was good at what he did. Sam popped in the first tape. "Let's get this over with."

Andy shot up out of bed as the door to the house clicked open. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but the sun was brighter when she opened her eyes. Her head still hurt, but it appeared to be lessening. Thankfully, her stomach had given up, realizing that it had nothing left to purge.

"Oliver? Is that you?"

Andy knew Oliver had been planning on stopping by, but she figured it would be much later in the day. He still had his own work to do after all.

"Sam? Are you home?"

There was still no answer. Andy's nerves went haywire. She strained her ears to see if she could hear anything, but she wasn't sure if it was just her nerves making her think she heard something more than were there.

Then she heard a sound that was certainly someone creeping up the stairs. Terrified, she knew she had nowhere to go. She guessed her intruder knew that as well, because they seemed in no rush. Reaching in the nightstand, she pulled out the gun that she kept and silently moved across the room to stand behind the door, hoping it obscured her enough.

She heard the footsteps pause outside her room and then slowly enter. They stopped, as if surprised that she wasn't still in bed. She jumped out from behind the door, pointing it at the back of the intruder's head. The gun clicked menacingly as she took the safety off.

Slowly, the intruder turned around. She was shocked to find that she knew this person. "Simon?" He was giving her a creepy smile. "I thought you were in jail…"

"Think again, sweet cheeks," he grinned maliciously.

I just can't catch a break can I? Andy thought silently. For some reason, she couldn't pull the trigger.

His voice…she had heard it somewhere recently, much more recently than when she had been undercover. But where would she have encountered Simon Dent…?

Andy gasped, her eyes widening. Simon watched as realization dawned. "You…you were the one who…the hands…you tried to kill me when I was in the coma!" A chill went down her spine. Those nightmares weren't just bad dreams…they were memories.

Andy went to tighten her grip on the gun, but Simon kicked out, catching her in the left wrist. It screamed in protest; Andy could practically see the weeks of progress backtrack.

The gun skidded along the floor and Andy took off running, holding her throbbing wrist close.

She stumbled down the stairs, using her shoulder to bounce off the wall that she collided with. She heard Simon, heavy, barreling down the stairs, close behind her. She didn't know where to go, but she found her hand closing around the doorknob to the front door. If she could just get outside, she could scream until she caught someone's attention.

Simon's hand covered hers. "Going somewhere?" he sneered.

Andy recoiled as if she had been burned. She whirled around, attempting for the rarely used back door. But everywhere she turned, Simon was there, blocking her. Her head began to throb again, causing her to be off balance. She crashed into the tall lamp in the corner, causing it to tumble to the floor. The bulb shattered, sending broken glass everywhere.

She began to scream. She didn't want to die.

Andy bent down and snatched up the broken bulb. Sharp edges facing out, she rushed at Simon. She had caught him off guard and she managed to catch him in the face. Blood poured down his face and he let out a guttural noise.

Andy rushed to the back of the house. She was so close.

Simon was livid. He crashed through the house, following her, wrecking the entire house in the process. He grabbed one of the decorative vases that adorned the house- Andy had felt the need to decorate when she moved in- and hurled it at the form in front of him.

Andy felt the vase explode against her back and she fell to the floor, feeling the sharp sting as the glass that was all around her, pierced her skin.

Then, Simon was on top of her, leering at her with the blood dripping down onto her face and the floor.

"Why are you doing this?" Andy whimpered, struggling to get free.

"You nearly cost us our business, you bitch. Believe me, I'm not the only one who wants you dead," Simon said, gruffly. He was referring to the fact that not only had she and her partner gotten the major kingpins locked up, now none of their usual buyers were giving them their business anymore, for fear of getting arrested.

Andy watched as he pulled out the gun that a syringe. She had flashbacks to the time that someone had broken into her apartment and stuck her with a syringe when she walked in on Gail passed out on the floor.

"Please," she begged, but Simon showed no mercy. There was no hesitation as he plunged the syringe deep in her neck.

"Turn right," Oliver instructed.

"I know how to get to Sam and Andy's house," Dov complained. "Geez."

Oliver was snacking on some chips he had bought at the gas station they had stopped at. "Just drive, Epstein," he said, mouth full.

Dov pulled the squad car up and parked on the opposite side of the street. He peered up at the front of the house.

"Hey," he remarked, "is that door open?" He squinted, trying to get a better look.

Chips all but forgotten, Oliver was out of the car, edging closer. He motioned for Epstein to get out of the car, as he pulled out his gun. Sure enough, the door hung open, just a crack.

Oliver reached for his radio as Epstein grabbing his gun and aiming it at the house. "This is 1503, we have a possible break-in. Requesting back-up." He quickly spouted off Sam's address and took the lead, Dov following close behind.

This is 1507 responding, the radio crackled.

Oliver made it to the front door and pushed it open with his foot, poking his gun out in front of him. He whipped around, checking the corners. "Clear," he told Dov and they advanced into the house.

The house was a mess. Broken glass littered the floor and blood…lots of blood. Oliver refused to think the worst. He saw Dov's broken look and said, "Focus. Make sure the house is empty."

Oliver took the downstairs and Dov quickly went up. "Clear!" They met up again, shoes crunching over the glass.

"I found Andy's gun on the floor upstairs. No sign of her," Dov said, tersely. He was worried. Who would do this to Andy?

Oliver took a deep breath. He saw Gail and Chloe getting out of their squad car, lights flashing. He made his way outside, Dov close behind. Gail looked paler than usual; she had recognized the address when Oliver had radioed it in and the looks on Oliver and Dov's faces confirmed her worst fears. Even Chloe was speechless for once.

Oliver did the one thing he could think of. He took out his cell phone and dialed Sammy's number.

Sam was sitting, staring at yet another surveillance tape. After watching them for hours, they were still no closer to locating Dent on the screen. But Sam knew that Dent had to have started setting up the bombs at least a couple of days in advance since he was nowhere near the hospital when the bombs actually went off.

Sam's eyes were dry and he barely looked up as Nick handed him a bag of food. Sam pulled out a donut and took a huge bite. "This is such a cliché."

Nick shrugged. "I didn't know what else you liked." Nick took his seat beside Sam and continued watching the videos.

They spent the next hour in silence and Sam had all but given up hope when he saw a man with a black backpack walk onto the screen. It was a back shot and so Sam couldn't tell if it was Simon or not, but he followed the man with his eyes through the lobby until he turned around.

It was a far away shot, but it was clear as day. It was Simon Dent.

Sam fumbled with the remote and then paused the clip. He wrapped his knuckles against the TV screen. "There he is. But he had to have help…there was way more firepower than just one backpack of explosives." Sam thought back to the rest of the videos that they had watched. Sam thought he had seen a couple of other guys with the same type of backpack go through at different times.

As Sam started rifling through the previous tapes, Nick stood up. "I'll go tell Callaghan to bring him in for questioning." Luke had disappeared to who-knew-where not too much earlier. Sam barely nodded as Nick departed.

He found the other tapes he was looking for, stacking them on top of the TV where Simon Dent still stood, paused. Just then, his phone rang. He looked at the screen, hoping it was Andy, who still hadn't called him back. It was Oliver.

"What's up?" he asked, by way of greeting.

"Sam…there's been a break-in. At your house." Sam heard Oliver take a deep breath. Sam could tell there was more. "Andy is missing," he said finally.

Sam felt like he had been punched in the stomach. "What?" His voice was strangled.

"I went to go check on her and the door was open. There was a lot of blood, Sam. We have no clue where she is."

Andy was gone. It had to be Dent.

"I'll be right there."

Will Sam find her in time? Read on to find out!

On a different note. I think that if Andy hadn't been a factor there would be no reason that Nick and Sam couldn't get along. So in a way, having them work together in this story, is my way of trying out a Sam and Nick friendship. Sam isn't holding any grudges because he is married to Andy; he knows he has her and doesn't feel threatened. Working with Luke though…that's another story. But all three of these men care about Andy and keeping her safe and that is why they are coexisting in these past two chapters.

Anyway, I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think.