Disclaimer: See the Prologue.

A.N. Thanks for all the reviews/alerts/favorites. What one person puts in a review others probably feel but just don't write. This story (in my opinion) is not AU - it takes place a few years down the road. After Sam finishes the Brennan case and the two of them can really be together. After...well, I can't say that because it might ruin something in the next chapter.

A.N.2 - Sorry that it took so long, I didn't realize how long my drive home from school was going to be or I would have posted before I left in the morning.

Chapter is a little longer because I couldn't find a good place to split it up - but the next update probably won't be until Sunday.

Enjoy!

Day Two:

It had taken her a long time to actually fall asleep so she slept through her alarm.

She woke to the ringing of her cell phone. "Hello?" she managed to smother a yawn.

"Andy, Jack's been waiting for you. Where are you?"

Andy rolled over and yawned again. She realized what time it was. "Jess, I'm so sorry." She should have been at work for half an hour already. "I overslept, totally didn't hear my alarm."

"Happens to the best of us" Jessica said, always the practical one. "I'll tell Jack that I will pick you up in an hour. I'm running late myself."

They exchanged goodbyes and Andy hung up. She quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

When they finally reached the news about the officer who had been shot, Andy's lip was bleeding. She had been unconsciously chewing at it the entire time she was waiting.

First came the report that two suspects were in custody. Then came the reports that the officer was out of surgery but the family was still being notified so the name had not been released.

With a curse, Andy switched off the T.V. and headed into the shower. As she showered, she realized that the news knocked Gail off of her small list. Her entire immediate family was based in Toronto or within an hour's drive. That left Chris or Sam.

Either way, it pained her. Sam was the man of her dreams. Chris, along with Dov, was like a brother she never had but always wished for. While Dov was more of the hip, younger brother, Chris acted like the older 'don't you dare hurt her' protector type brother.

She finished showering and threw together a quick meal. Her stomach was in knots, she was sick with worry, but she knew she couldn't afford to pass out.

An hour after she received the phone call from Jessica, she left her apartment. Jessica and her current boyfriend, Daniel, were sitting on the steps waiting for her.

"Sorry" she apologized as she joined them.

Daniel grinned. "Don't sweat it. Got me out for a little while." At Andy's puzzled expression he said "what? You've never been around fresh paint for a long time have you?" He ended in an accusing, but teasing, tone.

Nostalgia hit her in a rush as she thought back to the comments about fresh paint her father and Oliver had made during and after her first shift on the force. She quickly swallowed her tears. "Can't say I have."

Daniel touched her shoulder and squeezed lightly. "You'll learn soon enough." Then he realized where his hand was and muttered "sorry" as he pulled away.

Andy had to smile at him. Daniel was, as Jessica lovingly called it, a 'touchy-feely' guy. He did it unconsciously and Andy was 'used to' it by now. "No sweat" she said and started up the street. Daniel was a bit of a puzzle. He stuck to Jessica, for the most part like a personal guard to Jessica. None of the cops could figure out if he knew about the side deals Jack conducted, the deals that Jack made sure to hide from his sister.

When they reached the club, Andy's mouth fell open in shock. "No way" she whispered. Nothing was the same color as the day before.

"Just hope we can get back on the streets by tomorrow" Jessica muttered.

Andy knew better than to ask. If she really wanted to know she could always ask Jack.

Jessica led her to the back entrance. They barely ever used it but Andy knew Jessica was trying to avoid the fumes.

The two women worked for a while in silence. Someone (Andy wasn't sure who because she didn't look up from her calculations) brought them deli sandwiches for lunch.

A knock on the door caused them both to look up. Jack stood in the doorway. "We're opening in ten minutes. You're both done for the day and take tomorrow off. I don't remember the last time you two worked this long without a break."

"Fumes" Jessica muttered. She gathered her things and left, sensing that her brother wanted to be alone with Andy.

Jack watched her leave before turning to Andy. "Do you really want to stay? How about that Italian place for dinner?"

Andy didn't want to stay or go out with him. She wanted to find out who was shot and then figure out a way to visit without getting caught. "Italian sounds great." Part of the job Andy, part of the job – she repeated her little chant over and over in her mind.

Jack took her to a cozy little Italian Restaurant. As they ordered, Andy started to see what Sam meant about not taking undercovers where you were constantly within your own division's boundaries unless it was less than a week. Restaurants like this were frequented by police both in and out of uniform.

Andy got Jack talking about growing up in Ottawa. She only listened with half an ear, although she made it look like he had her full attention. Everything was being recorded and she actually knew most of his story.

At one point, she felt someone staring at her. Taking a chance, since it was most probably either one of the four cops in uniform or an off duty officer, she gave the discreet signal of 'I'm fine'. Noelle taught it to her one day before Andy went undercover when Noelle mentioned to Andy that she planned on passing Andy's photo around so her division would accidentally arrest the undercover.

The feeling of being watched stopped. A minute later she yawned.

Jack stopped mid-sentence. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bore you."

Andy shook her head. The yawn had escaped before she could catch it. "It's not you. I'm just tired."

Jack nodded and paid the bill before motioning to her. As they left the restaurant, he was careful not to touch her. Once outside, he spoke again. "Is that why you didn't answer your door this morning?" At Andy's nod he continued. "Nightmare?" When Andy nodded again, he hesitantly reached for her hand. She took it and squeezed.

"Thanks for understanding" she said softly.

Jack nodded. "Listen, we should go back to your place so you can try to get some rest. You and Jessica don't have to come in tomorrow so how 'bout I bring you brunch?"

Andy nodded. She had felt her phone vibrate while they were eating and really wanted to get back to her apartment. She had a feeling that it was Jim who called her, with news.

When they reached her apartment building, Jack kissed her hand before releasing it. "I'll see you tomorrow" he said softly.

"Thanks. Good night." She shivered as she walked up to her apartment. How can a guy be that attentive to me yet so cruel? She knew about the deals he made behind Jessica's back. Suddenly she saw Deena's reluctance in a new light.

As soon as she entered her apartment, she kicked off her shoes and grabbed the television remote. After turning on the T.V., she began rummaging through her purse, trying to locate her cell phone.

When the reported starting talking about the shooting, she aborted her attempts to find the phone and sat down to watch.

A picture flashed on the screen moments before the reporter said "Officer Sam Swarek out of Fifteenth Division was hit. Surgery was a success."

The reporter then turned to the weather but Andy didn't notice. She sat, frozen in her seat, staring into nothing. Is he really okay? Her heart cried for the man she loved.

A car horn outside shocked her back to reality. She HAD to see him.

She ran into her bedroom and changed into a pair of yoga pants and a tank top.

She reentered the main room and found her phone. She grabbed her keys and a pullover sweatshirt and headed out.

Five blocks away from her apartment, once she was positive that she was not being followed, she pulled out her cell phone.

As soon as she heard the tell-tale click that someone answered she blurted "where is he?"

"Andy, you heard."

"It's on the news."

There was a sigh. "I wanted to tell you before you heard it that way. Toronto General but I don't know anything else."

"Thanks." She hung up and set off at a quick jog.

It took her a while and it was late when she actually entered the hospital through a side door. When she finished this undercover, she planned on talking to Frank and Noelle to see who she should talk to about hospital security.

She silently walked down the hallways until she found a cozy little lounge designed for doctors and nurses on break.

She made a beeline for the nearest computer – only pausing for a second to grab a pair of gloves, just in case. She slipped on the gloves and then discovered luck was with her again. The last person to use the computer had not logged off so she was able to get into the system right away. She found out that Sam was in the I.C.U. and memorized his room number before logging her benefactor off.

She avoided detection by taking the stairs. Visiting hours were long over, which meant that no one would see her, unless Sarah came in from St. Catharines (which she doubted since Sarah had three little ones at home). Her steps faltered as she realized that Sarah might be with Sam. Then she realized that Sarah would understand.

She reached his room and peeked in. No one was there besides him.

She studied the chart posted outside of the room for a minute. His night doctor was very precise, coming at the exact same minute every hour.

She glanced at her watch, one of the only things he had given her that she had been allowed to take with her. Fifteen minutes until the doctor came, which meant that she only had ten minutes. Squaring her shoulders, she gently opened the door and closed it quietly behind her.

As she approached the bed, tears began pooling in her eyes. He was flat on his back with various machines attached to his body.

She pulled the only chair in the room close to the bed and sat down. She took his hand in her own as the tears began to silently make twin paths down her cheeks. She thought about the last time she had seen him flat on his back.

She stayed lost in memories of that last night, absently stroking his hand, for a while. When the scene finished playing out in her mind, she brushed her tears away and looked at her watch.

"That better not have been our last time together Sam" she whispered. "I love you and you need to heal and wake up." She kissed his lips and then brushed her tears off of his face so the doctor wouldn't alert security that someone had been in his room.

She stood and went to the door. "I love you" she whispered as she slipped out – back to the world of undercover.

She silently ran down the hallway and headed down a different staircase. In case someone from Jack's crew was watching her, she made a pit stop in the medical closet, grabbed a few items and stuffed them in her sweatshirt pocket.

Only then did she slip outside and let the darkness swallow her and hide her silent tears.

A.N. In case you didn't realize, the end of the chapter was where the prologue takes place.

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