-1Thanks so much for the amazing reviews, please keep them coming since this is my first fan-fic. I struggled a little bit with this next chapter, but it's just filler until we get to the really good stuff!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Chapter 2

Andy made her way to the love seat and sat down. She kicked off her shoes and pulled her legs ups so she could wrap her hands around them and rest her chin on her knees. She settled into the comforting folds of the couch and waited for Sam to come back. Her thoughts were racing again. What could he possibly have to say? Is he going to yell at her for the kiss? She knew she shouldn't have come over here! What if Sam told her he was going to request a new partner? As much as she enjoyed working with the other TO's, she felt that Sam could teach her so much more. And she enjoyed spending every day with him, cruising around and heading to calls. They made a pretty good team. All that could change in an instant now that she had so royally screwed up though.

Andy glanced down the hallway where she now knew Sam's bedroom to be. A blush was creeping up her cheeks as she thought of the kisses they were sharing just a short while ago. Just then Sam came back into the room, looking pretty amazing as always in a black t-shirt.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "Do you, uh, want something to drink?"

"Sure, just some water would be great," she replied. As she watched him head in a different direction of the house to where the kitchen must be, she noticed something on the floor, something that looked like bloody footprints in the direction he was headed.

"Sam!" she cried out. She heard him reply, his voice stifled from the other room. "What's wrong, McNally?" He rushed back into the room.

"Sam, it looks like you are bleeding, did you cut yourself?" He sat down and took a look at the bottom of the left foot. "Huh, I guess I did." Now that she had said something, he noticed that a pain hear his heel. He had been so focused on getting to Andy and bringing her back here that he didn't even notice the pain. He just couldn't lose her, couldn't let her leave, his heart thumped along with his rapid thoughts.

Andy knelt down in front of him and inspected the damage. "Sam, that looks pretty bad! Let me help you clean this up, do you have a first aid kit?"

"No, no first aid kit, but there are some band-aids and disinfectant cream in the bathroom cabinet," he replied. He started to get up, but Andy pushed him back down onto the couch. "Don't move, I'll get it for you!" she said.

She started to walk out of the room and turned back with a sheepish grin on her face. "Um, Sam? Where is the bathroom?" He laughed and sent her down the hallway to the second door on the right.

Sam sat against the back of the couch and thought about what he was going to say to her when she came back. How much could he tell her tonight? Did he tell her how deeply he felt about her? Did he even know that himself?

His thoughts drifted back to his foot, he was holding his hands over the cut. It didn't look too deep, but he needed to get the bleeding to stop and get it bandaged up. He thought about the supplies Andy was grabbing, and then he realized with a shock what she would find in there. Oh, shit! He should have thrown those out months ago, but had never gotten around to it. He started to call out to Andy, but thought better of it, and just waited for her to come back out.