A/N: Shorter chapter than normal guys, sorry bout that but it was a nice point to end on. More later.

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Andy turned the treadmill up faster and increased the incline. Her legs were aching and she was sure they would give in at any minute but it felt good. Officer Andrews was across the room doing chin ups but the rest of the gym was empty. The day shift still had 2 hours to go and the night shift would only start to make an appearance at the last possible moment. Andy had been home and slept for a few hours but it wasn't restful. She tried to force the issue but only got more and more frustrated so she found herself in the police gym 2 hours before she even needed to be near the building.

She had worked on the cycle, lifted weights and punched the bag until her arms were going to fall off, but running was what she enjoyed most. Oblivion, just contact between her feet and the floor in a soothing steady rhythm. She had turned her music up and had chosen a fast rock album and she just ran. But despite it all, despite the pain in her legs, the sting in her lungs, the loud music and steady rhythm she couldn't get him out of her mind.

Or the sensation of his lips on hers.

It had been three weeks since he had kissed her. He had been acting like nothing had happened and that was driving her crazy. She wanted to talk but he wasn't interested. He was never interested in talking anyway and now that she was trying to talk about something personal he was even more obstinate. She watched him interacting with the rest of the division, joking and laughing. Strutting around the Division like nothing had changed. But it had changed. He had changed and she saw it.

He always wore a long sleeve shirt under his uniform, no matter the weather. He never rolled up his right sleeve, sometimes ending up with the left one rolled up past his elbow and the right one low and tight at his wrist. She had seen him sitting in his truck changing the bandages on his arm even though she knew his scar would be fully healed by now and there would be no need for a bandage any more. Sometimes in the penny she would see him sitting alone and when he thought no one was watching, the façade would slip and she would see something there. Something unfamiliar, foreign to his face. She wanted to go over and ask him, talk to him, force him to talk to her but it was no use. Sam wasn't a talker. He never was, at least not with her.

Sam arrived at the division and sat in the car park for a moment. He let his head roll back on the headrest and closed his eyes. Something had settled in the pit of his stomach and he wasn't able to shake it. It had been weighing him down for a few weeks so he was fighting it the only way he knew how. By beating it up.

Sam grabbed his gym bag and locked the car up. He changed in the locker room and was strapping up his hands as he walked to the gym. When he walked in and saw her on the treadmill it was all he could do not to turn around and walk out. But instead he shot her a wide toothy grin and walked over to the punching bag. He kept his back to her and started to punch, kept his feet steady, moving his waist to duck and dive as he swung punch after punch into the heavy bag.

Andy watched him. Even now, in the gym he had long sleeved underarmour on under a blue vest. He had his hands strapped up but wasn't wearing gloves. She watched his swing, his punches and noticed he was still favouring his right arm. He swung harder with the left, lead with this left shoulder, almost as if he was protecting his right arm. She wanted to ask him about it but scoffed at the thought. Instead she slowed the threadmill down to a full stop. She climbed off and grabbed her towel and left.

Sam focused on the bag, the impact, the rhythm and how the tension seemed to slip from his body with every punch he threw. And despite all this, he knew the second she left the room. And so he punched harder, swung faster.

Showered and changed into uniform Andy went to the break room to get some food before the night shift parade. From this room she could see when Sam finished his work out and went into the men's locker room. He came out showered and changed and bee lined for the break room too.

"Hey copper."

"Hey." She sipped her coffee and stirred the bowl of oatmeal that sat untouched in front of her.

"Ready for another night on the streets?"

"Yep."

Sam made his coffee and reached into the press for the oatmeal pack but before he could start getting it ready Frank put his head in the door and knocked on the wall.

"Hey, Swarek… can I have a word?"

"Sure thing boss." Sam smiled at Andy then followed Frank to his office.

Andy finished her oatmeal and washed out her bowl. Then walked into the parade room where everyone was starting to gather. She could still see Sam and Frank in his office. Frank was leaning on his own desk and Sam was sitting in the chair in front of it. Frank seemed to be talking animatedly but Sam sat still, listening to whatever he was saying.

"What's goin on over there?" Andy turned to see Traci taking a seat beside her.

"I dunno. Frank called him in a minute ago."

"Looks intense. Maybe another UC role for Swarek?"

"Maybe."

She watched as Frank stood away from the desk and held out his hand to Sam. Sam stood and they shook. Frank patted him on the shoulder as he shook Sam's hand and they both walked out together, towards the parade room. Sam took his usual spot near the door at the back, as Frank took up residence at the podium. Andy tried to catch Sam's eye but he seemed to be looking at everything else other than her.

"Okay coppers. Settle down." Frank waved his arms to get the attention of the room. "First night of a night shift rotation is always the worst. And for it to be a Friday is just a cosmic injustice."

A murmur of laughter trickled around the room.

"There is one new active BOLO so take a sheet and get familiar with this face. Those on patrol keep central, stay close to the scenes where the revellers are. Remember the best cure for crime is…?"

"Prevention!" the room responded.

"Okay, rotations on the board," Frank said and everyone started to get up and leave the room but he wasn't finished. "Before we all go, can I just take a minute to say that despite my best efforts to convince him otherwise, this is the last shift for Officer Swarek at 15 for a while."

This time it was the sound of shock that traversed the room and everyone turned to see Sam standing by the door, his head tilted to the side, and a tight smile on his face.

"As of tomorrow he is transferring to Division 4 for a rotation with guns and gangs." Loads of people started clapping. "So let's send him off knowing what he's missing. Serve and protect and come home safe."

"Well done Sammy!" Oliver called out and slapped him on the back. A stream of well-wishers came up and congratulated him. He shook hands and smiled but all the while he was watching Andy. She stared back, the shock plain on her face.

"Oh my god…" Traci was standing behind her. "Did you know about this?"

"No, he never said."

Sam left the room and went over to the coffee station where Oliver joined him.

"You sure this is what you want brother?" he spoke softly.

"Yes." Sam stirred his coffee and attached the lid but before he could walk off Oliver grabbed his elbow and held him in place. "Seems to me like you are running away."

"Not running away, craving a change of scene."

"Thought you didn't want to man the wire rooms while you waited for turn with guns and gangs?"

"I guess I was kidding myself thinking they'd take me in without the hard graft." Sam slapped his friend on the back, smiled then walked off.

Andy checked the board and noticed she was in booking for the night and wasn't sure if she was relived or not. She saw Sam was riding with Oliver and wondered if he had requested it for his last shift. Out in the bullpen she watched them talking by the coffee station and when Sam walked away she hurried to catch up with him.

"Sam…Sam…" she caught him by the back door but he kept walking.

"What's up McNally?"

"You're transferring to Division 4?"

"You ever thought about being a detective?"

"Why?"

"Because you are so astute." He smiled at her; put his coffee on the roof of the car as he searched for his keys.

"I mean why are you transferring?"

"Spot opened up; I need it if I want to join Guns and Gangs."

"You said you would prefer to work the streets than man the wires. That's what you'll be doing in Division 4 isn't it?"

"Probably." He unlocked the car and opened the door then turned to her with one foot already in.

"What's going on Sam? This all has to do with what happened on the roof, doesn't it?"

"What?" he sat into the car but she wouldn't let him close the door.

"Everything since that day has been different. You've been different."

"McNally-"

"Sam you nearly died. You nearly fell off the roof. You nearly bled to death."

"I know. I was there." His smile was more of a grimace and she read right through it.

"Now you are carrying round that scar," she pointed at his right arm that was leaning on the steering wheel. "And all it does is remind you of what happened. That's why you keep it covered up all the time, so you can just pretend nothing has changed."

Sam watched her. He kept his face blank and let her speak. He didn't trust himself to talk not when his anger was so close to the surface so he just watched her.

"So now instead of facing up to all this, you are running away from it. It can't be the reason you do these things Sam." She stopped talking and they both just stared at each other. Other cars in the lot were leaving, coppers meeting and chatting, joking around before they hit the streets but Andy and Sam just stared.

"Are you finished?" he said eventually.

"Sam…"

"Sorry McNally, I can't stay here and chat, I have to run away and face up to catching some bad guys." He tugged on the door. She held it a moment longer then let go and turned to walk back into the division. She passed Oliver in the doorway but just brushed past to go to the booking desk.