A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I'm so happy your liking it. I was going to post this last night, but I didn't get a chance, so here it is now! A part about this is pretty personal, I've actually talked with cops (one is a family friend) who've gone undercover and this seems to really be an issue, your probably confused now, but you'll understand soon. I promise. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 3

Great, just great Andy. You have been here a whole two seconds and you've already screwed up. Perfect. Sam? What the hell were you thinking? Undercover, Ryan. Ryan. Not Sam. Ryan.

"Shhh," Sam put his hand on Andy's mouth and pulled her into the apartment. He sat her down on the bed and whispered, "…before I move my hand you need to promise me you won't speak."

Andy nodded her head and handed Sam the file that Frank gave her. He read it with a puzzled, yet disgruntled look on his face. She knew he was angry that she was there. He looked out the window, shut it, pulled the curtains closed and turned on the radio, rather loudly "…okay, you can talk now. What the hell are you doing here?"

"Do I really have to spell it out for you? You haven't made contact in a couple days; Jerry and Frank were getting nervous. For all we knew, you could have been dead," even she could hear the terror in her voice when she said that, there was no way Sam missed it.

"Damon was getting suspicious. There was no way I could make contact with them without blowing my cover."

"But you e-mailed me…" Andy said.

"Yeah, well to them you're Angie. I used to do business with you, I figured they'd call you," he stood up and peaked out the window again.

"How suspicious are they?"

"They're not, not anymore anyway. You gotta do what you gotta do," Sam sat down next to her.

"Sam, you didn't?" Andy asked; knowing his answer, wishing it was not true.

"I didn't have a choice, it wasn't a lot and I'm fine, I swear. I'm just praying I don't have to do it again," he laid back on the bed.

Andy had heard the stories. The undercover almost blow's their cover then snorts a line or shoots up, instantly making everyone's suspicions fly out the window. It's unfortunate but true, her father had watched a few great officers really get caught up in it.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Andy asked, concerned.

"I'm good. It wasn't even half of a single dose, and I got really sick after I did it. I promise I'm fine though, really," he stared at her. He was in disbelief that after six months, she was sitting right next to him, "…I need to go meet Damon, and you're coming with me."

"What do I need to know?" she asked as she stood up.

"He thinks I've done business with you before, he's heard me mention Angie. Just go with the story you worked out with Frank and Jerry," Sam grabbed the jacket that was draped on the chair, "…as for everything else, go with your gut and follow my lead."

Sam and Andy pulled up in back of a nightclub and walked up the stairs, they were greeted by two men; two, very large, men.

"Frankie, Danny, how's it going?" Sam said, very nonchalant. Andy had trouble wrapping her brain around the fact that Sam was friends with goons like these.

"Ryan! How're ya man? You have been M.I.A lately. Now I see why!" Frankie said, and then he stared at Andy.

"Actually, no, she just got here, this is Angie. Angie this is Frankie and this big teddy bear is Danny," Sam said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you little lady, we've heard an awful lot about you," Danny added.

"Nothing to bad I hope," she responded.

"Only good things!" Frankie said, with a wink, "…boss is in there, you can go on in."

They walked through the door. Andy could feel them staring at her as they walked in and apparently, so did Sam because he quickly put his arm around her, pulling her close. They walked towards the back and found a man sitting behind a desk, "…ah, Mr. Emmory. I've been expecting you." The man looked up and directed his attention to Andy, "…you, though. I wasn't expecting you."

"This is Angie. Angie, this is Damon."

"The famous Angie O'Malley, I'm glad I'm finally getting a chance to meet you. But, if you don't mind my asking, what are you doing here?" he leaned back in his chair.

"I came up this way for some business a week ago, and decided I just couldn't go back home until I got to see Ryan," she wrapped her arm around Sam's waist.

"Where is home, exactly?" Damon asked.

"Detroit."

"Hm. I'm not sure I've ever met anyone from Detroit," he looked at the both of them for a moment; as if he were making a decision about them, "…have a seat, have a seat. Let's talk business."

Andy sat back and let Sam and Damon do all the talking. Her eyes wandered from corner to corner, scanning the entire room. Everything seemed so surreal to her, just a short ten hours ago she was freaking out because she didn't know if Sam was dead or alive and now she was sitting next to him, pretending to be a drug dealer from Detroit.

Part of her almost believed it was a dream and that any minute she would wake up. She looked down and noticed Sam's hand on her knee. She grabbed it, intertwining her fingers within his. All she wanted to do was talk to him, catch up on the six months they spent apart. All she wanted to do was tell him how much she missed him.

After making the deal, Andy and Sam left. Two weeks from now, a shipment of heroin would be coming in and Ryan Emmory would be there to receive it along with dozens of other cops. The silence in the car was deafening, both of them had plenty to say but were at a loss with words.

"When we get back, you can call Frank and tell him to figure out how to get you back without raising suspicion," he said, staring at the road.

"I'm not going anywhere," Andy said, turned to face Sam.

"This is too dangerous, I don't want you involved."

"It's too late, I'm involved and nothing you say could get me to leave," she argued. He turned and looked at her, smiling from ear to ear. Oh, that smile, those dimples. Damn, I've missed that. "I missed you," she added, unsure if she had really just said that aloud.

"I missed you, too," he said. He took his hand off the wheel and grabbed hers. He brought her hand toward his lips, kissing it and holding it close as if he were never going to let go.

It all seemed too good to be true. Andy knew she and Sam had always felt strongly about each other, but it was always one thing after another. First, the rules of the job were playing against them, then Andy's stubborn need to prove to people that she did not always go for the bad boy and finally, Sam's going undercover. Just when Andy had started to admit her feelings to herself, he left and in his dust was a confused and, unknowing to her, heartbroken woman. For weeks she was blinded by the tears, attempting to convince to herself that she was emotional because of PMS.

She never thought that Sam would be the one she would have to miss, she had just assumed that he'd always be there for her; that he would always wait for her to change her mind. Selfish. As she lay wide-awake in the bed she couldn't help but think how cruel she had been to Sam, how cruel she had been to Luke. Who am I to toy with peoples emotions? When did I become "that girl"? She turned over so that she could see Sam, asleep on the couch.

"..I'm glad you have finally made your choice."

Luke's words flashed into her head. After everything I have done to them, do I really get to make a choice? I don't deserve either of them. It appeared as if the situation had evolved into a vicious circle rather than any old love triangle.

A/N: What'd you think? Reviews are appreciated!