I was sitting on a gurney waiting for the nurse to come with the release papers. My thoughts kept traveling back to what Oliver said in the ambulance. Was Sam really going to turn down Gun's and Gang's for me? I was broken out of my thoughts by the curtain being pulled back, and Sam stepping in with a look of both relief and concern on his face. "Hey, what did the doctor say?

I grimaced not liking what the verdict was, "I have a cracked rib. They gave me stuff for the pain, but it will make me sleepy so I won't be able to return to work until I am off them, which they said I should be after a couple of days. Now I am just waiting for the release papers. How's Oliver?"

He sighed, "He has a bruised rib, but is fine otherwise. He is going to milk this injury for all its worth. He will probably be back to work the same time you will be."

The guilt resurfaced, even after Oliver's reassurance. As if Sam had read my thoughts, he said, "Andy, it's not your fault. That girl, Oliver, and you getting shot was not your fault. We got the guy, and he confessed to shooting the girl because he thought she was someone else. You and Oliver were just collateral damage. Once he is stable to transport, he is going straight to jail for the rest of his life."

I sighed know that he was right, "I know but if I hadn't of frozen up or done my job right to begin with, that girl might still be alive, and Oliver and I wouldn't have gotten shot."

Sam was about to say something when the nurse came in with the release forms for me to sign. Once she was gone, Sam spoke. "We can't think of the what-if's and should have's in this job Andy. Things happen and sometimes there is nothing you can do to change it. This is one of those times."

I thought about his words, and despite the guilt I still felt, I knew that it really wasn't my fault. "Your right."

He smiled his million dollar smile, and said, "Of course I am right, I am always right."

I laughed, but stopped and grimaced at the pain that radiated through my stomach. Sam noticed but didn't say anything about it, probably knowing that I would just say that I'm fine. Instead he said, "Come on, let's get you home."

I smiled at the word "home." Even though I had been living with him for almost two months, it has never gotten old.

When we got home, I went straight for the shower. I could still feel the girl's warm blood spray across my face. I forced myself not to think about it. I couldn't process it right now. Talking about it with Oliver had helped, but it didn't make watching a girl I had just talked to, get shot in the head less than two feet away from me any easier.

When I got out of the shower, got dressed, and walked out of the bathroom, Sam was sitting against the headboard in bed, watching tv. As soon as he saw that I was out, he turned off the tv, and then looked over to me.

I knew he was going to try and get me to talk about what happened, knowing that talking is the only thing that will ease the pain, but I really didn't want to face that.

"McNally, I can hear you thinking. I know you don't want to talk about it, but you know by now, what not talking does to you."

I sighed and walked over to the bed. I crawled in under the covers, but moved so that I was leaning into Sam who automatically wrapped his arm around my shoulders. Before I even began to speak, tears began to pool in my eyes. "What do you want me to say? I shouldn't have let that girl cut the line. She sounded exactly how I was like before you changed me. One minute we were talking about Arty's hot chocolate, and the next, she was shot in the….and her blood….warm….I felt it spatter on my face…everything happened so fast…Oliver snapped me out of it, and before I could even draw my weapon fully, I was flying backwards…..The guy was there….he was going to shoot me….I thought I would never be able to see you again….say I was sorry for being hard on you earlier." I was sobbing hysterically now, gasping for breath. Sam held me tighter, and I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on for life, as if he were my anchor.

With his free arm, he began to rub my back in a soothing pattern. "Shh Andy, you're okay now. Take deep breaths. I am right here. I am not going anywhere." I cried for what felt like hours, but was finally able to catch my breath.

When he saw that I was calm, he spoke, "Andy, you have nothing to be sorry for. I should have known that you would find out before shift was over. I also realized that what I said in front of the concert, made it sound as if I was still thinking about whether or not to take the job offer in Guns and Gangs, but there really isn't anything to decide. You made that decision, the day you accepted me as more than just a friend."

I pulled slightly back from Sam's embrace. "Sam, you have wanted to be in Gun's and Gang's since the day I blew your cover. I don't want to be the one to hold you back. I don't want you to resent me, us."

Sam spoke with a tint of frustration in his voice, "Andy, you are it for me. I went undercover because I didn't have anyone in my real life that I emotionally tied to. Why would I ever want to go undercover, for long periods of time, not knowing if you are okay? Look what happened today. I take my eyes off you for one day, and you get shot."

I open my mouth to protest, but he must have known I would because he quickly adds, "I know you can take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean you don't need me to watch your back."

I smiled at his silly overprotectiveness, and instead of responding with words, I slowly moved to straddle him, and then kissed him. My emotions from the past 24 hours poured into that kiss; The fear, regret, anger, sadness, confusion, and most importantly love. He was shocked for only a second, but once the shock wore off, he was kissing me back with as much force and emotion. He carefully rolled me onto my back, as to not agitate my ribs. Our kisses became more frantic. His tongue grazed my lips, asking for entrance, which I gladly allowed. Our tongues fought for dominance.

Sam's hands slid my shirt up, exposing my breasts. He cupped, then gently squeezed them, eliciting a moan from me. I was raising my arms so he could pull my shirt completely off, when pain rushed through my abdomen. I cried out in pain, and Sam immediately released any hold of me. My arms went to my stomach, but my eyes met Sam's.

Before he could say anything I spoke, "I'm fine. Please don't stop Sam. I want you so badly, I need you."

He shook his head, giving me an apologetic look, "Andy, you have a cracked rib. I won't hurt you more than you already are. I don't want to make love to you for the first time, when you are injured."

I sighed, starting to sit up, but Sam lightly pushed me back down. I looked at him with a confused look, but he looked determined. Before I could ask what he was doing, he began kissing me.

He spoke in between kisses, "I will not….make love with you…..but that doesn't…..mean…..I can't give you….what you want and need from me."

I was confused for a second, until he began to trace kisses down my still exposed breasts and stomach. His hands wrapped around my pajama pants, and slowly slid them down. I knew he was doing it slowly to give me ample time to say no. Once the pants were off, he traced his fingers over my panties. He looked up at me with a surprised smile; he felt how wet I was.

Soon the panties were gone and Sam started rubbing my clit with his fingers. I arched my back in response, and whimpered at both my ribs protest and the pleasure he was giving me "Ahh, yesss."

I felt his fingers enter me. He pumped them in and out, curling them inside. I was falling quickly, moaning Sam's name.

All of a sudden Sam's fingers were gone. Before I could even protest, he lowered his head toward my center. I gasped when I felt his tongue move against my clit, sucking on it. "Oh, my good, SSSSaammmm." I was so close. His fingers entered me once again, and it sent me over the edge. "Sammmmm, ohhh mhmmmm." His mouth didn't leave my clit until my orgasm was over.

I felt like I would melt any second. I was panting, trying to catch my breath, when I felt his lips on mine. I could taste me, and I just moaned in pleasure. My ribs were forgotten at this point. I was on cloud nine. "Sam…that was…I have never had someone…..wow."

He chuckled, but then gasped when he felt me wrap my hands around his hard-on. I smiled, "I love you Sam. Let me give you what you need too."

I rolled him onto his back, and slowly moved down him. Sam protested, "Andy, your rib. You can't…." I ended his protests by wrapping my mouth around the head. He arched into the touch. I smiled, loving the effect I had on him. Without warning, I went down on him, swallowing as much of him as I could. I heard him gasp then moan my name.

He was so big. I held him in my throat until I needed air. I began to move against him, scraping my teeth along him as I moved up and down. His hand moved to my hair, and began to guide me. He started moaning, and his breathing began to sound labored. "Ohhhhh, Andy, I'm soo close…..Ahhhhh." Without warning, he released. I swallowed the cum that shot down my throat. When he seemed done, i moved to lay next to him. My breathing was as labored as him.

This was right. We needed to feel eachother, know that we were both okay, as okay as we could be. I knew my ribs were going to hate me later but right now, with my adrenaline pumping, being with sam, I couldn't care less.

Once I got my breathing under control I said the first words that came to mind, "I love you." Sam pulled me even closer and kissed me on the forehead, " I love you too." And with that we both drifted off to blissful sleep.

Hey guys, so I'm sooooo sorry for going this long without posting. When I started this story I told myself I wouldn't be one of those authors to just leave a story hanging I promise to start updating more frequently. Thank you to all those who kept reviewing and telling me to update. Those reviews really motivated me to write this.

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Again. I'm really sorry for not updating for this long.