A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter (and it ends abruptly) but I need to go to bed! and I didnt want to leave you guys empty handed.

~Reckon on more chapter after this and we'll be done. (both YAY and Awww!)

Andy sat back into the couch, her hand came up to her mouth. She could feel his lips still on hers and she thought maybe if she rubbed them the tingling sensation would be gone. Sam was kneeling on the floor before her looking at his phone.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

Sam declined the call and put the phone back into his pocket. "No. I came here to talk to you." He sat on the other side of the couch and turned slightly to face her. "So that's what were gonna do. So tell me about the investigation."

"It was an arrest, the guy fell. After he spoke to his solicitor he claimed that I used excessive force."

"Andy…Tell me what happened."

"Myself and Shaw were called to a bar, and the bouncers had three guys who were caught selling drugs. There was a scuffle, and they ran. Oliver chased one, I chased the other and caught him as he was climbing a wall. The wall fell under him, that's how he got injured. EMTs at the scene cleared him for arrest, said all his injuries were superficial. So I brought him back to the barn to process him."

"Go on…"

"It was the next day when I was pulled into Frank's office. He told me they were starting an investigation. I had to surrender my gun and badge. I gave an interview yesterday morning. Frank called then and said it all matched up with what Shaw said and the medical reports."

"So you're in the clear."

"Not until the investigation is finished," she let her head fall back against the couch and her eyes closed over. "But it looks like it will come out in my favour."

"That's great Andy," he said and his hand came across the couch and rubbed her shoulder. "I wish you had told me sooner. But I guess I understand why you didn't."

They were each quiet for a moment. She kept her eyes closed and Sam wanted to pull her into his arms, just hold her against him but he didn't. Instead he stood up from the couch and fixed his top. Andy felt her eyes close over. His mere presence was having a calming effect on her and after a few sleepless nights she was finding it hard to keep her eyes open.

"Look I should go. You look like you need the sleep."

"No Sam…" she reached out and took his hand as he walked by her. "Stay." But even as she spoke her eyes dropped over and her hand dropped back to her lap. Sam smiled. He leaned over and kissed her head then as quiet as he could he left.

After taking a shower Sam fell into his bed to catch up on some much needed sleep. He was woken a couple of hours later by his phone. He dragged his heavy body out of bed to get it from his pocket, then lay back down to answer it.

"Sam," Fiona was speaking loudly to be heard over the music in the background. "Sam, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, whats up?"

"Come to the bar!" she yelled into the phone in a singsong voice that was supposed to entice him.

"Not Tonight Fi, I'm wrecked."

"Awww poor Sam, can't you handle the pace?"

"Look, have a good time. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"And what if some handsome man picks me up while I'm here in the bar alone."

"Are you alone?"

"No, Reynolds is here and Susan and mike too. But it's you I want to see."

"Okay then." Sam wanted to talk to her. Wanted to see her to explain he wasn't what she thought he was. To explain he couldn't be what she wanted him to be. Though to be fair he wasn't sure she wanted him to be anything but available from time to time. "I'll see you in a little while."

Sam dressed as quickly as he could and hurried to MacTurkles bar. He found her in the back playing pool with Kevin Reynolds. She was draped over the table and he was standing behind her, leaning over helping her take the shot. Sam cleared his throat to get their attention. Kevin stood up and had the courtesy to look guilty but Fiona just smiled.

"Sammy, you made it."

"Yeah, you just called me."

She came over and draped an arm over his shoulder and kissed his jaw.

"And you arrived!" She kissed him again but he held her at bay.

"What are you doing Fiona?" He took her arm and left her over to a quieter corner. "Are you trying to make me jealous?"

"Did it work?" She tried to kiss him again but he moved out of her way. He put took hold of her arms and pushed her back into a stool.

"No. No it didn't." Sam sat back onto the high stool of his own. "That's not what we are Fiona, you know it, I know it."

"So what are we?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

Sam shrugged. "I dunno Fiona. But this has run its course."

Fiona looked at him for a moment then flashed him a dazzling smile. She glanced over his shoulder where Kevin was watching them surreptitiously. "It has certainly served its purpose." She took a step closer to her and kissed his cheek then walked over to Kevin who was waiting to show her another pool shot. Sam watched her go and felt a tightening in his chest ease as he left the bar to go home.

It wasn't long before Sam climbed into his own bed again and again when his head hit the pillow he was asleep instantly. But this time the ringing that woke him wasn't from his phone. Instead it was his doorbell. He pulled himself out of bed, pulled on some shorts and grabbed a sweater. By the time he got to the door he was dressed.

Andy was standing on his stoop. She was wearing a pair of jogging shorts, a sports bra and a tank top. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail and she was glistening and sweaty. She was out of breath so he opened the door fully and gestured for her to come in. She smiled thanks as she walked by and went through to his living room. The house was cold and dark as he had been upstairs sleeping so when he followed her into the room he closed the door and started to build a fire.

"You ok? Can I get you a drink of water?"

"No thanks, I'm fine."

"Did you run here?"

"I was out running…I ended up here."

"There is a difference, huh?" he glanced over her shoulder and smiled at her.

"Slight."

It wasn't long before he got the embers going and he shifted the couch closer to the fire.

"Sit down," he said and he patted the back of the couch. "I'll just get you a drink."

Andy had managed to get her breath back and was sitting on the couch when he came back with a tall glass of water for her. She took a long drink, not caring that some of the water was dribbling out the past the corner of her lips and down her throat. She put the near empty glass on the table when she had her fill and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Sam was watching her with interest.

"So…" she said eventually. "Is this a two way street?"

"Huh?"

"If we're going to be friends, then it needs to be a two way street. Tell me what happened."

Sam felt his face fall and he struggled to maintain his expression. "You were there. You don't need me to break it down for you."

"Talk to me…please."

Sam looked over to her. She had turned to face him completely and was sitting sideways, cross legged waiting for him to speak.

"I was scared. I thought I was going to die." Sam reached over and pulled on the wrist cuff of his jumper then slowly pulled it up to expose the scars. "I remember lying on the roof, my arm was hot, it felt like it was burning, and you held onto me. I looked up and there was this bright light, and I could only see your shadow and it was fading. I was scared."

"Oh Sam…"

His left hand stroked his scars, his fingers barely touching the skin. The red line was jagged and ugly on his sallow skin. Andy watched as he rubbed it, almost subconsciously.

"I thought…I that was it for me." He smiled admonishingly and shook his head. "I've been in some hairy situations but nothing made me feel scared like I was on that roof. And that made me angry."

"Because you couldn't control it?"

"Because I didn't know how to stop feeling scared. Even after they let me out of the hospital, I was scared. When I took my recertification exam I was terrified. Everything was scaring me. And I didn't know how to handle it…so I left."

She came closed to him and took his arm. She pushed his left hand away, smoothed her hands over the scars, and rubbed them gently.

"You should have come to me."

"I did." He scoffed.

"No Sam, I mean you should have come to talk to me."

"Andy I wasn't really thinking straight…I just wanted to… I just wanted…" he looked over at her and saw the concern in her eyes. "I just wanted you."

Andy pulled on his arm so he came closer to her and hugged him. His head was on her chest and he circled his arms around her waist. She rubbed his back and stroked his hair away from his face.

A/N: Sorry! More tomorrow!