Notes: A BIG thank you to CytheraofNaxen for betaing the story for me!

I also wanted to thank everyone for reading this, and all the feedback, alerts and PMs.

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7:20am

It was the hazy sunlight that had broken through the gap in the bay window blinds almost an hour ago that had woken him. The lazy smile still lingered from the half asleep realization that Andy really was on the couch with him, they hadn't moved from the night before. Her arm was still stretched across his chest, her head still nestled into his shoulder, his arm still wrapped around her back. The shirt, his shirt had bunched round her waist during the night leaving a small gap between where it ended and the boxers she'd changed into began.

It was that gap, the small strip of soft bare skin that attracted his attention right now. The bunching allowed him to slip the hand that was wrapped around her back under her shirt. His fingers danced across her lower back, gently, hesitantly at first and he froze when he felt her stiffen and without warning her whole body flexed into his and just as suddenly relaxed back into him. Sam waited a few moments for her breathing to settle before he let his fingers continue their exploration, flirting with the waistband of her boxers.

Lying around was never something that he was good at or even enjoyed but this morning he was more than happy to wait until Andy was awake before he moved. Having access to her back was definitely helping. His free hand that he was using to shield his eyes from the ever growing light had made its way to her hip where it rested for a moment before taking a chance. Slipping it under the already disturbed shirt he let the pads of his fingers travel first around her belly button and started to trail up her exposed side stopping just on the edge of her rib cage. With the backs of his knuckles he ran them back and forth over her ribs, pausing each time just below the swell of her breasts, he allowed his hand to creep higher and in turn his breathing quicken.

Once again he found himself frozen, convinced that he had overstepped as Andy tensed again. Only this time it was to arch her back, turning herself into his caress; allowing him greater access. "Andy?" His voice was low and rough; he knew where this was heading. Where it might of headed last night if he'd taken her to his room instead of them spending the night on the couch.

"Mmm." Was all the reply he received as she again pressed herself into him.

'Oh God.' Not trusting himself, Sam let his hands fall to her hip and then with short breath pulled them out and wrapped the one her head rested on around her back for support as he pushed them into a sitting position, Andy ending up in his lap. "I'm going to take you back to bed." Slipping his other arm under her legs, Andy responded by wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her head fall onto his shoulder, her breath slow and hot on his neck.

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"Where're you going?" Andy mumbled once she felt him press the covers around her understanding that he wasn't joining her.

"To have a shower and get you coffee." His hand brushed her hair away from her face. "Stay asleep … you need the rest."

Andy pulled the pillow lengthwise so she was able to wrap her arms around it as she listen to the water falling in the bathroom; and waited, one eye half open focused on the closed door. Everything about this house was comfortable, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed. Everything that had happened the night before seemed to fade away as soon as she'd settled in with Sam the night before. Right now though it was definitely the bed she found very welcoming and it had the potential to offer what she hoped would be a nice view.

And she wasn't disappointed. With her head still half buried in the pillow and she hoped disguising her eyes as she followed Sam. He had nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked from the bathroom to the closet, his muscles flexing as he first reached for a pair of jeans and than tugged a shirt from one of the drawers. Andy wasn't sure but him pulling on his shirt might have been her favourite part of the show, with both arms raised, his abs even seemed to flex and he pulled it over to cover himself.

"There're fresh towels in the bathroom, do you want me to bring you back anything?"

'Guess the pillow didn't hide anything.' "No." Andy wasn't really listening to him as she focused on his dark eyes, lost in a soft tone that was somewhat new to her.

"What do you have to wear?" Sam sat himself on the edge of the bed.

"I think I still have a bag under the stairs, but nothing Ally would wear." 'Nothing that cried out hooker.' She wanted to add.

Sam leaned over and reached out, Andy didn't want to, but couldn't help flinching as he brushed one finger along her lip. "Sorry … does it hurt?"

"No, not really." Until that moment she'd forgotten it was even there, her hand replacing his fingers as she covered it.

"Don't worry, the icepack worked you can barely notice it."

"Yeah?" Andy smiled as she rolled onto her back and squinted her eyes closed as the sunlight from the decorative glass above the main window hit her face.

"Here." Sam pulled a small silver remote from the top drawer of the nightstand and dark screen started to cover the window. "It's a blackout screen, my neighbour's an electrician and he installed it." The only light in the room was now coming from the open bedroom door. "It's great when you're coming off the midnight shift."

"Or when you've had to much drink."

"I'll be about an hour."

"To get coffee?"

"I picked up bread and milk last night so if you want anything besides toast you'll have to wait until I get back."

It didn't escape her attention that he sidestepped the question, nothing about picking up coffee and breakfast would ever take him more than half an hour in this neighbourhood. Adding to that if they had bread and milk he shouldn't need to go anywhere. "Shouldn't we be getting back to Parkdale and Nate and Ally?"

"Not yet, no one will be looking for us for a while."

Once the bedroom door was closed the room was completely dark, 'I want one of these.'

Next thing she heard was the click of the front door and she guessed it was Sam returning with her coffee. Just at that moment someone tapped on the bedroom door, in fact if she hadn't been awake she wouldn't have even heard it. "Sam?" Her voice was still thick from sleep as she rolled over to see the red lights on the clock read 10:10. 'When had that happened?' The last time she looked it almost eight and Sam was just leaving. Now she really wanted one of these screens.

The door opened and light along with the smell of fresh coffee flooded the room, "here." Sam placed the paper cup on the side table. "I grabbed a few things from your apartment."

It took a minute for Andy's eyes to adjust to the light and take in her coat folded over his arm and her carry bag in his hand. "Thanks."

"Get dressed, I've got muffins and we've got things to do."

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Sam had packed almost the entire contents of her bathroom into the bag, something she was thankful for as she dabbed a little extra makeup on to cover the bruise just under the left corner of her mouth. There was little she could do with the matching cut on her lip, but it's not something she thought was that noticeable unless you were looking for it.

With everything packed back into the bag, dressed in jeans and long-sleeved charcoal knitted top that covered the bruises on her shoulders and upper arms she emerged from the bedroom. It was the first time in a week that she didn't feel like she was for sale. "Hi." She smiled as she slipped onto the stool next to him at the breakfast bench.

"Morning."

"What are these?" Andy pointed to the brochures that Sam had spread out in front of him.

"What we are doing today."

"You're getting rid of the truck?"

"No." Sam pushed one brochures in front of her. "I saw Boyd this morning."

She would get to the car thing in a minute, for now she wanted to focus on Boyd. "And?" Andy pulled a muffin over in front of her knowing that she would get more out of Sam if it didn't seem like she was pushing him.

"Chase turned." Sam paused and took half of her muffin, "He was promising all kinds of things before they even got him back to the barn. Boyd was able to use him arrange a meeting with Ryan's second in charge."

"Ryan?"

"Trevor Ryan. He runs the girls but he never gets close enough for anyone to touch him." Sam finished the last of his coffee.

"And how do cars come into it, does Trevor Ryan own a dealership?"

"No." His favourite word again she thought as he continued. "Chase will still have to be arraigned within 48-hours, that is tomorrow night. Once that happens Johnny will start to move to protect himself."

"He'll run?"

"Or worse … tomorrow we go in wired and have Johnny setting up a deal … delivery time, number of girl, the lot. Once that's on tape we take him in and immigration pick the girls up."

"How to do know he'll set it up?"

"Because." Sam smiled, complete confidence in his tone. "We'll make him."

Andy realized as soon as the words where out of his mouth that was all the explanation she was going to get. It didn't really explain why they were going car shopping. "What's that got to do with this?" Andy held up the brochure he'd pushed in front of her.

"This will be all over for you tomorrow." Sam pushed himself up from the stool and started to clear the cups and wrapper from the bench. "And I thought it would be a good idea if you knew what your options were."

"You want me to buy a car?"

"It's not safe walking everywhere the way you do …besides this place is too far from the Barn for you to walk."

His voice held an edge she couldn't place, she wondered if he deliberately has his back to her, making sure she couldn't read his expression. Andy wasn't sure how to respond. "I was thinking … that I would try and get something close to the Barn and Traci or someone can always give me a lift if I need one."

"You can't be walking everywhere anymore." Sam turned to face her. "You can't rely on someone always being around."

It was only a moment and Andy could have sworn she saw guilt, maybe even pain wash across his face. It also felt like he wasn't telling her everything, "Sam." Her voice low and soft.

"Come on its going to take us an hour to get to Hamilton."

"Hamilton?"

"Yeah." Sam grabbed his keys from the bench. "No one knows us in Hamilton."

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"I like this one." Andy held up the picture of the Corolla.

With a dimpled smiled he flicked his eyes to Andy and back to the road. "No."

"Why?" She frowned looking back at the brochure.

"It's almost a grand more than the Civic and it has the same size engine with less horse power."

"So I don't get to pick this car I am buying?"

"No, you can pick the car … as long as it's the right one."

"May be you should just tell me what the right one is and we can save ourselves time."

"Now what fun would that be?" Sam said as he pulled the car into the side street between two dealerships.

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"It's old." He followed her out of the Honda dealership and into the adjoining one, stepping easily over the low chain railing that separated them.

"It's a classic." Andy said with a hopeful smile. "And it's red."

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, "Despite what you may have been told red cars don't actually go faster … I'd be surprised if this one went at all."

"Sam."

"No really, I think its just here for show."

"You know I don't think you're enjoying this?" This time it was Andy with the smile.

"I'd be enjoying it a lot more if you'd take it seriously." Sam half turned his body back in the direction they had just come, "Can we please have a look at the Civic?"

"They are for old ladies."

"They're a very reliable car."

"What about that one?"

"It's a Golf." Sam thought that was all the explanation that was required as he came to stand next to her, glancing up to see the large Volkswagen sign that badged the dealership. At least it seemed as if she was enjoying herself.

"That it is."

They both turned at the sound of the approaching voice, and Sam knew from the look and sound of this guy he was about to regret stepping onto this lot even more.

"Hi I'm Dan." He held out his hand for Andy to take and nodded toward Sam. "One of the most popular cars in the world. It has four disc brakes with ABS." The salesman opened the driver's door for Andy to get in and seemed to continue with even needing to take a breath. "Seven airbags and an excellent safety rating."

Sam didn't at all like the way the Dan was leaning on the door his head inches from Andy's. "So tell me Dan, any cars come without disc brakes these days?"

"It also comes with a 48 month warranty and a 2.5 litre engine and that's better than any other car in its the class." Dan never took his eyes off Andy. "Tell me …" Dan paused and waited.

"Andy." She supplied.

"Tell me Andy, do you park on the street?"

"I don't really know-"

"Well never mind because this car comes with an electronic engine immobiliser and you can also program the central locking so that only the drivers door opens on the first click and the car locks itself once you start driving."

"And it's about five grand more than the other cars?"

"Well you do get what you pay for and you're?" Once again Dan drew out the last word and waited to be filled in.

"Friend." Sam supplied the answer this time in a tone that was short and was clearly meant to offend.

"Okay, well, Andy seems to like it."

Sam didn't like the way he was trying to get information out of them, more so because the information he wanted was about Andy. He let his eyes fall to her, all smiles as she pressed every button on the dash.

Just at that moment Andy turned to face them. "Can we take it for a test drive?"

"All I'll need is a copy of your licence."

"Here." Sam interrupted Dan by holding out his, "take mine."

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"Why don't you like it?" Andy has been looking at the same brochure for most of the hour-long drive back to Parkdale.

"The car looks fat."

"How can a car look fat … you want to know what I think?"

"Probably not."

"You're upset because Dan didn't like you."

"I think Dan liked you enough for both of us."

"Really?" Andy smiled laughing a little as she opened the glove compartment and placed this one with the others she collected that day. "Fine, I'll just buy the red one."

"Well you'd better hope that Dan's a great mechanic."

"A broken down car would fit with everything in my life perfectly." She was laughing even if it had turned into something that sounded like self-pity. When Sam didn't respond she looked over to see that he was focusing more on her than the road, the relaxed joking expression that his face had held for most of the day was gone.

"Was it Jo?" Sam said directly.

"What?" Andy knew what he was referring to, at first she had been grateful that he didn't ask and now it seemed like she'd left it to long to tell him what had happened.

"You never said … and I just guessed."

"It was … it was also her ring." Andy guessed now she'd started she might as well tell him everything.

"He told you that?"

"No. She did." Andy guessed by the half turned smile on his face that is about what he expected from Jo. "Really I should be thankful, if it wasn't for her god knows when I would have found out."

"Is that why he pulled the wedding forward?"

Andy jerked her head up, "How'd you find out about that?"

"Jerry." They both said at the same time, "When did he tell you?" Andy continued.

"The day I went under."

"Is that why you left without telling me?"

"When did she tell you?" Sam asked not answering.

"The day you left … everyone was at the Barn with the open day, so I went home and packed." That seemed to bring another sad smile to his face. "I had it all planed, I tried to be what he wanted … I worked hard to make it perfect, to do everything right."

"Andy you're one of the strongest people I know … if you want something you commit … and that's great when you talk about work but do really think changing yourself for someone else … do you think that person is right for you?"

"I wanted a normal life … I wanted my kids to grow up in a proper family."

"Normal life, acceptance, love … Andy, call it what you want, but if you look too hard, hold on too tight, you'll end up trapped in something you never wanted."

Andy let the car fall silent, her head resting on the window. Is that what happened with her mother, she ended up trapped in something she never wanted? She loved Luke, but she knew she'd held onto to him too tight or the idea of him at least. She'd wanted out almost as much as she wanted to stay; she'd lost count of the number of times she wanted to tell Traci or almost anyone. The day of the Laundromat fire she'd even started to tell Sam what she wanted.

If she needed confirmation it came that night when she arrived at the hospital. Luke looked happy with Jo, really happy. Maybe they both were holding onto the idea more than each other. Andy knew she was more upset with Luke for thinking he could buy his way out of sleeping with Jo, that the gifts were to make him feel better for what he'd done. That some how flowers would make up for everyone knowing why the relationship ended. By the time she left Traci's she was madder at herself for being relieved it was over than she was at Luke. No matter how horribly he'd done it, he'd gotten them out of something that was really getting out of control.

"Do you want to get dinner?"

Andy flicked her head up taking in the building around her, she didn't realise where they were. Sam was pulling the car to a stop out the front of her apartment, it felt like she hadn't been here in weeks instead of the few days it had been.

"Or …" Sam continued, "If you're tired -"

"I don't want to stay here." Andy cut him off as the words rushed out.

"Ok, pack a few things and I'll go pick something up for dinner?"

Andy heard what he said but she stayed sitting in the passengers seat looking up at the window that lead into her dingy apartment. Despite knowing what it held, that it was covered by cameras, that Sam had been in there just this morning she still didn't want to leave the car. In reality she didn't want to leave the safety of Sam.

"Andy?"

"Yeah." She turned her head to face him as she tried to pull herself back together, only to see him turn the key in the ignition and open his door.

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Andy could still hear the water running in his bathroom as she left the bedroom and slipped her arms into the soft knitted wrap. It wasn't long enough to cover her boxers but unlike her singlet top it did have the advantage of covering her arms or more importantly her shoulders.

It had turned out to be a very comfortable night after the awkward moment in his car outside her apartment. Followed by another one when Sam suggested it would be better if she showered here. It brought a smile to her face, they were standing in an apartment, Ally's apartment both looked like they were sneaking around behind their parents backs. He looked a little sheepish when he said he would wait for her to shower, that once she left him tomorrow she would be going back to the world and wouldn't be able to come back to his apartment to get anything.

That someone would pack up everything in her cover apartment and bring it to her. She could still hear the edge in his voice as he said they'd take it to wherever she was.

"Do you know where that might be?"

In response to his question she just lifted her shoulders a little and turned the cameras off so she could disappear into the bathroom. It wasn't until she reached the bathroom door that he spoke again.

"You can stay as long as you want … I probably wont be back for weeks and someone might as well use the place."

She hadn't told Sam how at easy she felt at his house, or even confirmed that she would be going back there. It seemed that they both now just assumed that's where she would go. Honestly she didn't have anywhere else to go, except back to Traci's couch and she didn't see that as a real option. All she would really need was a few weeks to find somewhere and move the little she owned in. Apart from her bed that had gone into the spare room when she had moved in with Luke she didn't have anything else left, she'd sold it all to start her new life. After all she wasn't going to need it.

The rest of evening had passed with them watching whatever Sam could find on TV, with Andy continually poking fun at him about his choice. Before long this extended to his choice in dinner, sports team and even the audiobook that seemed to follow him around when he was undercover.

It could also have covered his choice in juice. Andy was standing in the dark kitchen with the only coming from the open fridge. A fridge that held nothing more than leftover cartons from take out, a half empty bottle of milk and an almost empty carton of Cranberry juice. Removing the carton from the fridge she grabbed a glass and sat them both on the bench, the light from the fridge seem to cast shadows of light into every corner. This she thought had more to do with the cramped size of the living room than the light from the fridge being particularly powerful.

But with the juice almost forgotten she focused on the couch, surely Sam wasn't going to try and sleep on that. As relaxed as they had been once they'd reach this apartment the night had again grown a little awkward, each of them outwardly showing they were nervous when Sam said he was going to have shower and she knew that meant they would soon have to discuss where they where sleeping. 'Maybe it wouldn't need to be a discussion.'

'Everything was a discussion.' With her at least, she knew that Sam was right when he told her that she could overthink any situation. 'Why is it that I just cant tell him?' the thought wasn't even finished as she opened the door to his bedroom and stopped dead. Sam was just a step inside the room; standing shirtless in grey and white plaid pants, hair still wet and his skin seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

Nervous at first Andy wasn't sure where or even if she should move. That decision was quickly taken out of her hands as Sam grabbed a shirt from the drawer and went to sidestep her to leave the room. Without thinking she blocked his path and closed the gap between them, her hand coming to rest on his still bare chest. "Andy." His eyes narrowed, his voice a little breathless. "We can't do this … not here." The words coming out of his mouth contradicted his actions as he leaned a little closer to her.

"Sure." Her voice had a slight tremble to it as she pushed herself up onto her toes, walking her hand up his chest as she did. "Okay." She breathed into his ear; her whole body was shaking, Andy didn't think her legs were going to hold.

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He swallowed hard, "Andy." His lips brushed her cheek as he forgot why he wanted her to stop. Her hands had made their way to his neck, fingers already tangled in his hair. She was now using this as leverage to pull herself closer to him. 'If she pressed any harder into him she was going to find out just how much he wanted her', Sam thought as he struggled to control what was happening. "God … Andy."

He was hard pressed to recognize the sound that came out of her mouth but it was doing things to him he didn't want to admit to right now. "Please." He wanted to add stop but his hands weren't paying any more attention to him than she was. They'd gone from resting on the curve of her waist to travelling down the over her boxers to her bare thighs and in one movement he pulled her up allowing her legs to wrap around his hips. Her back now pressed firmly into wall.

Everything now seemed to be happening in a frenzy, he could feel her hands roaming through his hair and down his neck. His own hands where now cupping each side her face, his thumbs brushing stray hairs away as they trailed gently across her cheeks. She tilted her head toward him and he held her still, noises touching until her hands stilled at the base of his neck. Their eyes focused on each other, her chest pressing into his with each breath and he allowed himself to slowly close the almost non-existence gap between them as his mouth covered hers.

He both felt and heard Andy moan against his lips and he was fighting to control himself, but he continued to slow the pace. Each movement he made was both deliberate and tender as he pulled himself away from her mouth and trailed soft lips along her cheeks, his hands still ensured that she couldn't move, her hot breath now teased his ear as he reached his destination.

"Andy." his voice sound hoarse and rough to his ears. "I want this … I can't tell you how much." He waited as Andy pulled herself back against the wall, he was now looking directly at her as confusion washed across her face. "But I'm here and tomorrow you're back in the real world and I don't know how long it'll be before I'm back." His right hand continued to brush hair; he wasn't ready to completely break what they'd started. For all he knew he was giving up his only opportunity with her, once he did make it back, if he made it back, she might not want this. Them, together right now might be another blackout, combination of stress and him being available. Sam didn't think he'd make it back a second time, if that's what it turned out to be.

"I don't want to go back." Her voice was laced with something he'd never heard before.

"This," His hand travelled down her neck and pushed the loose wrap off one shoulder, he heard her draw in a breath as she tried to pull herself back. He knew she thought she'd hidden them from him. "I can't back you up and these people could take you places that I'd never be able to find you." He traced his hands over the still reddish-purple marks that stood out like beacons on her soft tanned skin.

"You have me here." This time her voice was low, barely above a whisper.

Sam braced his hands under her and lifted her legs off his hips letting her slip down the length of his body and placed a kiss on the top of her head, his body keeping her trapped against the wall. "Like I said I want things …"

"Things I can't give you?"

She'd dropped her head and he couldn't see her eyes any more. "I want to take you on a date." Sam ducked his head letting his cheek brush hers as his lips pressed a soft kiss on her ear before he continued. "Or at least eat a meal with you that didn't come out of a container, and after … when you're sure … not in a place like this, and most importantly I want to be able to stay."

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The Club – 4:30pm

Andy was walking just a few steps in front of him, close enough that she could almost feel him behind her. "Do you want a drink?" Sam said as they reached the start of the bar.

'POLICE! Everyone stay where you are."

No sooner were the code words out of his mouth than the yelling started and she felt Sam's chest against her back, his hand braced the top of the bar either side of her as he pressed her into the wood countertop. His body blocking her from the wave of officers that entered and the many customers trying for any possible exit. They had decided that it would be better if they where in the club when Johnny was taken down instead of just as they left. Depending on how it went they may even be taken in, apparently this was going to be avoided if possible.

"You right?" Andy heard Sam yell as she felt him being pulled away from her. "We're just having a drink."

"Yeah, well we're still gonna search you and your girlfriend. I'm sure a nice law abiding citizen like yourself has nothing to hide." Jerry gave Sam a rye smile as he spun him around.

"What the hell is going on here?" Johnny's voice could be heard over the protests of the customers and pointed replies by most of the officers.

Andy watched as Jerry patted her down and Boyd stepped forward, just a few feet from Johnny. "Mr. Hail, you've been serving minors, you've got minors working in the club and let's just say that alcohol is not the only thing they're offering."

It really was amazing, in just a few minutes the club was cleared, and she found herself cuffed and sitting on the gutter next to Sam. They where a few feet away from the next group of customers, they where also cuffed and Andy thought making a lot of noise for no real gain. She could see Johnny sitting in the back of a cruiser, he seemed to be focused on the group of young girls and the Vice officer standing with them.

"This is dangerous right?" Andy paused for a moment, "I mean I know that it is, but it just got really dangerous right."

"Yeah, it did." Sam's voice was low, his head down seemly enthralled with his shoes.

Andy on the other hand had her knee pulled up to her chest, with her head turned on its side toward Sam resting on her shoulder. "People will know that you've worked with Johnny and he was taken down."

"We're not looking that innocent right now, Jerry's got our ID and he looks pissed … and we're cuffed in the gutter."

"I guess." Andy again scanned the area, Jerry and Boyd were the only two officers she recognized when they were clearing the club, but now in the open she could see the Sergeant from Vice standing with Johnny's working girls. "Should Boyd even be letting you continue, I mean Chase and Johnny, shouldn't this be shut down? Shouldn't he-"

"Andy!" Sam's voice was still low enough that no one would hear him but the tone stopped her instantly. "He wouldn't send me in if it wasn't safe … as safe as it can be." Sam looked up at Jerry. "Jerry said they where only going to charge Johnny with a enough to hold him. Nothing to do with the trafficking unless they have to."

"And if they have too?" Andy tried to match his tone. "I can help, I can back you up."

"Yeah, well that's not gonna happen." Sam positioned his head as close to Andy as he could, "Not with these guys … I thought I could handle Chase and look what almost happened. Trevor Ryan, if he got you, he could disappear you to some place and I would never find you. Never."

"Sam."

"I messed up, I should never have talked Boyd into letting me see you. I should never have let you anywhere near any of this, it almost got you hurt, really hurt … not the type of hurt that heals."

"Is that why you are doing this?" Andy wasn't sure about her next step, she wasn't sure how far she could really push him. "Because of Sarah?"

"Sarah." He said her name with a sad breathless tone. "These girls go through that every day and I cant … I know the photos make it look like everything is fine now, and I talk like everything is fine … and to a point it is, but everyday she lives with what happened to her." This time Sam kicked the ground, even like this she could tell he only just had hold of his temper. "She slept at my house for three days after she had to explain to the man that had just asked her to marry him why she couldn't have kids. You know where I slept?" Andy just shock her head, "on the floor next to her, so when she woke up screaming I was close."

For a long moment Andy didn't do anything, she wasn't sure what to do or say. In all the time she'd known Sam he'd talked more about his family in the last few weeks than he had in the last few years, and he did talk about Sarah like she had a great life. But Andy knew what it was like to have something always sitting in the background, and it hit her that it was just as much in Sam's background as it was Sarah's. "You went to Boyd, he didn't come to you."

"Boyd offered a few weeks before, I said I'd think about it. Than it didn't seem like I had much to hang around for, and this case came up … if I can help stop the nightmare that some of these girls are living, stop it happening to even one girl I might be half way to making up for it."

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The next chapter should be up quicker, unless my life continues to get in the way. Thank you again for reading I hope you are enjoying it.