A/N: So happy you liked Chapter 1. I should say, I personally love Luke's character! I just really don't think he and Andy belong together. I don't think he's a jerk and in this particular story, the "jerkiness" comes from him being lead on and having his heart dragged around. Hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER 2

"We're going to have to send somebody else in," Best said, with a look of sheer terror on his face. He looked to Jerry, whose was pacing the floor.

"Who? Nobody knows anything about this case Frank. For the first time, we've managed to keep things under wraps and now, we need a leak," Jerry said. They have never been able to keep an undercover op completely classified, someone always found something out; this time they actually needed someone who knew about it, and they did not have it. Or did they? "What about McNally?"

"What about her, Jerry?" Frank asked.

"Well, I mean, she knows. I don't know how much she knows, but it's safe to say that she knows something. She's been keeping contact with Sammy for the past few months," Jerry said, timidly. He didn't want Andy to lose her job, but right now, she was their only hope.

"Get her in here," Frank said as he leaned back in his chair.

Jerry exited the office and began his search for Andy, a very short-lived search. Andy was walking in the door as soon as Jerry looked up, "…Andy, come with me." She set her bag down and quickly followed, despite the Luke's scoff and eye roll.

She sat down in Best's office, Jerry next to her, "…so you've been keeping contact with Swarek?" Frank asked.

"Y-yes, sir," she replied. Uh oh, here it comes: "You're fired."

"What do you know?"

"I know who he's after Damon DeFalco, and his crew. I know he's in good with Damon, and that he thought the bust would go down in the next few weeks when the heroin shipment comes in," she stated.

"Basically, you know the case?"

"I'd say I know quite a bit. I'm sorry, I just…" she looked down at her shoes, "…I had to know he was okay."

"You're going in, McNally. You're the only one that knows enough," he said, reassuring himself that he was about to do the right thing, regardless of the wrath Swarek would throw his way later for putting Andy in danger; that was if he was okay.

"O-okay," she answered.

And so, the briefing began. Andy told them what she knew, and they filled in the holes with what they knew, "…you said that you'd been e-mailing Sam under an alias, what is it?" Jerry asked.

"Angie O'Malley," she turned her head to face Jerry.

"Wow, that's original, sounds nothing like Andy McNally," he replied, sarcastically.

"I needed it to be different, but not so different that Sam wouldn't know it was me," she said, defending her alias choice.

"Its fine, it works, we don't have time to argue about her name. Angie O'Malley it is," Frank said, sternly, "…alright, this is what's going to happen, we're going to put you on a bus, then your going to take a taxi to 1542 Queen Street. Sam is in apartment 12B, or at least he should be," he told her. The harsh reality was…Sam could very well be dead.

"What do I tell Luke?" she asked.

"We all know the fewer people who know, the better. As for Callaghan, we are bringing him in on the case. But that's it Andy, your dad, Traci, none of them can know," Jerry said. Stressing the fact that to the people who mean the most to her, she will have simply disappeared.

"I need one of you to do me a favor then," she said.

"What is it?" Frank asked.

"Can you make sure my dad is okay? I mean, he'll suspect that I'm undercover, but I don't want him to start drinking again," she knew that if this would have a great effect on anyone, it would be him.

"We'll take care of him, Andy," Frank reassured her, at that moment, Luke came storming into Frank's office. Boyd was following closely behind, yelling obscenities.

"No, you're not doing this Andy!" Luke yelled as soon as he slammed the door.

"Yes, I am. Actually, you don't really have a say in this," she didn't look up; she continued to read the papers in her hand.

"It's dangerous, you're going to get yourself killed," Luke exclaimed.

"My partner is in trouble. I'm going to have his back; no matter what," she said as she stood up.

"That's just it, Andy, he's not you're partner anymore. I'm glad you have finally made your choice. We're done," Luke said, as he exited the office.

Andy had thought about that moment for months, she had dreaded it. Partially because she didn't want to hurt Luke, but mostly because she didn't know how to do it. In all truthfulness though, she had felt an abrupt wave of relief when he spoke those two words. Suddenly, she didn't have to worry about his snarky remarks or his feelings about a situation.

However, she knew when this op was done, she would have to find a place to live. In the mean time though, her only concern was finding Sam, getting the bust and getting out alive. Angie O'Malley. Age: 26. Born: October 5, 1984. From: Detroit, Michigan. She repeated the stats over and over again in her head. She had to know it, know it as if she lived it.

"Somebody asks you a question you can't be thinking about it, McNally. You gotta know. Do you understand what we're getting into here?"

Sam's words replayed in her head. That time, she knew exactly what she was getting into and even if she hadn't, she knew Sam had her back. This time, she had no idea. I could really use one of his pep talks right about now. She thought to herself as the bus came to a halt. Quickly, Andy grabbed her bags and hopped off the bus, signaling a taxi as soon as she hit the pavement.

"1542 Queen Street, please," she said as she situated herself in the backseat.

She knew the cab ride would be short, and for that, she was grateful. It smelled of onions and dirty socks; she could not wait to get out. As soon as he hit the brakes in front of the dumpy apartment building, she hopped out quicker then he could put it in park.

"Keep the change," Andy said, as she threw the money towards the driver.

She slung her bag over her shoulder and walked in the double doors. 12B. She walked up the stairs to the second floor and walked slowly to the end of the hallway. 12B. She knocked on the door, no answer. She knocked again, no answer, but this time she heard movement. Andy grabbed for the doorknob, twisted it gently and opened the doors.

"Sam?"

A/N: Like it? Love it? Loathe it? Continue it? Reviews are appreciated, they really tell me whether I should continue or not.