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A.N. Thank you for all the reviews/favorites/alerts. I'm sorry this chapter took so long, it was written but I didn't have time to edit. Day Five is probably going to be split into three parts. The first bit of the chapter is Sam's POV and the rest of the chapter is Andy's POV - I didn't write it out because I think it is self explanatory. The rest of day five will also be told through the eyes of multiple characters.

Enjoy!

Day Five Part One:

When he woke again, Sam felt the drugs in his system. His left arm was in excruciating pain and it was much easier not to move it at all. He let the doctors drug him as they pleased, especially considering he knew that otherwise he would just be sweating about Andy. He couldn't tell anyone that he knew about her bust or her life might be endangered.

The only time he spoke to anyone was when Oliver and Zoe came to visit. He asked where his sister was and found out that she had wanted Andy pulled from the operation.

Deciding it would be better to wait until Andy returned (and let her call Sarah to say that they were both safe) – or else she would yell at him about Andy's undercover, he did not call his sister.

Andy woke, once again bathed in sweat, with a crick in her neck. She wasn't surprised, adrenaline had fueled her run from the hospital the night before and instead of alternating between running, jogging, and walking, she only ran.

The reason why she had run and the reason for her nightmares surfaced in her memory and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

The machines going off last night meant one of two things. Either Sam was dying or Sam was waking up. Whichever the case, she knew she had to get out of the room.

If Sam died while she was there, she would not have been able to return to her undercover mission. If he had died, she needed to complete the mission for him, because he believed in her.

If Sam woke up while she was there, she would not have been able to leave his side.

Therefore, she left before she found out the final outcome. By the time she spoke to Jim, it would be too late for her to do anything other than finish the job – and if it was dire, Jim would probably lie to her and then comfort her when the mission was complete.

The morning passed quickly. She and Jessica worked on the books while discussing whether or not they thought the dealer would bring any women with him. They all knew he was bringing a few people from his crew but they were given no other information.

Around lunchtime, Jack slipped into the room. He handed each of them a sandwich from a local deli before locking the door. He waited for them to take a few bites before saying "I think we have a snitch."

Andy froze, but thankfully Jessica did as well. If he thinks there is a snitch does that mean someone in the department is on his payroll? Jessica found her voice first. "What? !"

Jack sighed. "I think there is a snitch so I told everyone an hour before the real meeting time. If the cops come, we won't be there."

Jessica nodded thoughtfully.

Andy voiced her question. "Did you tell anyone the real location?"

Jack shook his head. "No. I'll tell them when we get there."

Andy nodded. "So even if the cops come, they'll just pop in and then leave when they see nothing is happening."

Jack nodded. "You're right." He looked at both of them, visibly calming. "I told everyone eight so we have to be there at eight but the meeting is not going to be until nine and it is going to be in the V.I.P. lounge." He looked at his sister. "Tell no one, not even Daniel."

Jessica snorted. "I'm not that stupid. I have no interest in going to jail if there really is a snitch and Daniel can't hide anything to save his life. Andy, you ready to go?"

Jack started to protest.

"Women need time, my dear brother. You can pick her up."

Andy gave an apologetic shrug and mouthed "call me before you come" before following Jessica.

As soon as she got home, Andy began to clean up. She knew that tonight was it. Even if the bust went badly, she couldn't stay under any longer. She needed to go home; she needed to get back to her life.

It took her longer than expected, most of the things in her apartment would be boxed until the next undercover agent needed the items but she still had to make sure it was neat.

When she finally finished, she felt sweaty and dirty. She jumped into the shower.

As the hot water hit her, she began to shiver. She had no idea what she was going home to. If something had actually happened and Sam didn't make it, she didn't know how she would be able to face her friends; she didn't know how she would be able to face Sarah.

Eventually she stepped out of the shower. She glanced at the clock and decided to dress before she called Jim.

It took her three tries to call Jim – her hands were shaking so badly – and he was a speed dial!

"Why did you wake me up" a soft voice said when someone picked up.

Andy froze, recalling their conversation from the day before. He said the word 'wake'.

"Andy? You there?"

Andy shook her head. "Yeah, sorry. Thank you."

She knew Jim was smiling as he said "any time".

Andy cleared her throat. "You alone?" Jim would know she was asking if he was in his office or another place where they could talk without being overheard.

"Yeah."

Andy went into the bathroom and turned on the shower just in case there were cameras. She couldn't wait to stop having to watch her every move. The more she had gotten to know Jack the more she doubted that there were actually cameras, then again, the man was paranoid.

She told Jim everything, including an idea of her own.

Jim wished her luck, reminded her to keep her cell phone on her, and then hung up to call Noelle and the detective on Drug Squad who was leading the case.

A little while later, there was a knock at her door. Andy sent a quick prayer of thanks that her conversation with Jim had already taken place since Jack obviously forgot her request to call her. She made sure the bedroom door was closed and answered the door.

She was not surprised to see Jack and she motioned for him to have a seat on the couch. "I'm not ready yet" she said.

Jack shook his head and motioned for her to sit. He handed her a gun. "I don't want to see where you put it, just make sure it is on you at all times and you have easy access. I'll wait for you to finish getting ready."

Andy stood and held the gun in her hands. It was a .38.

Jack stood. "Andy" he touched her shoulder. "You look beautiful." He looked at her hungrily and Andy squirmed uncomfortably. Even Sam never looked at her the way Jack was looking at her.

Jack didn't notice her discomfort. To get his eyes off of her, she cleared her throat. "I just have to finish a few things. Can you give me a minute?"

Jack nodded and Andy slipped into the bedroom, thankful that she had moved the recorder and the extra tapes into one of the boxes under her bed.

She picked up her purse and placed the gun inside along with a rolled up pair of jeans. This was an upscale club which meant a mini-skirt; it reminded her of her undercover with Gail at Vestibule, down to the three inch minimum heels. There was no way she was going to go to the hospital and spend the night at Sam's side in a mini-skirt so she planned ahead. She just had to make sure that no one saw the jeans.

She quickly finished her hair and makeup and then returned to where Jack waited.

Jack was in the same position on her couch. She looked at him. "Why are we going so early?" she questioned.

"I want to make sure everything runs smoothly." He patted the couch "come sit for a minute."

Andy moved towards him and sat down.

"Andy, you know I care about you, right?"

Andy nodded. She had no idea where this was going and although Sam had warned her, she would not be comfortable if Jack put his lips to hers.

"I hope nothing happens tonight but in case something does…" he trailed off.

"Jack?" she whispered after a minute passed.

He looked at her. "If something happens go into the women's bathroom in the V.I.P. lounge."

Andy raised an eyebrow. She had been to the club that they were meeting at before but never to the V.I.P. lounge. She didn't realize that it was fancy enough to have a separate bathroom and she didn't understand why Jack would want her to go into the bathroom.

"The last stall on the left is against the wall that leads to the outer wall of the club. There is a small escape route. You have to push against the metal and then pull it out."

"What? !"

Jack sighed. "It is hard to explain but if you know about it, it will become self explanatory. Promise you'll use it if you can."

Andy nodded. She now had an escape route and knew the time of the bust – she might be able to slip out and avoid 'getting arrested' so she could go directly to Sam. "I promise."

They left a few minutes later and stopped for dinner before hopping into a cab to take them to the club. Jack had a car but told Andy that just in case he didn't want his car there.

As they passed various landmarks, Andy happily noted that they kept getting closer to General. If she was able to make her escape without getting caught, she was that much closer to Sam.

A.N. The escape route comment will be explained later if Andy ends up using it...next up, the bust.

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