A/N: Loved the reviews! You guys are great! This chapter is shorter than I originally planned because it kind of twisted into something else, something dark and truthfully, I'm not sure I want to go there, so I ended it. I need to figure out what I want to do with it or another direction to take it in. Sorry it's taken a few days to update, I've been battling this plot line for days! Enjoy!

CHAPTER 4

Andy couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned for hours until she heard her alarm on her phone that she had forgotten to turn off. 6:00am. What exactly am I supposed to do all day? She hit dismiss and turned over. She thought about the past six months, about everything she swore she would say to Sam when she seen him again.

She couldn't just lie there any longer; she got up, changed and slipped on her running shoes. As unsure as she was about whether or not going out for a run would be against the rules, she decided to go anyway. Andy needed to get away from herself; she needed to clear her head.

What are you doing to yourself? You know what you want, and there is nothing wrong with that. She thought about Sam, about how much she missed him, how much she cared about him. Go get him. She turned around and ran back to the apartment, as fast as she could. She didn't realize how far she had actually gotten until she got back.

Andy stormed into the apartment, startling Sam causing him to jump up and almost fall off the couch. She leaned over, breathing heavily, grasping on the doorknob.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, "…what happened?"

She held up her finger, telling him she need a minute to catch her breath then she straightened out with her hand holding her hip, still breathing heavily, "…I can't keep lying to myself…to you…to everyone."

"What do you mean?" Sam stood up and put his shirt on.

"You…I love you…" she was still out of breath, "…and I can't keep trying to deny that. I don't even know why I tried to deny really."

"You're stubborn," he said, under his breath.

"You're one to talk," she snapped back. She sat down on the couch in front of Sam, "…wait, is that all you have to say?"

Sam didn't know what to say, "…what do you want me to say? I love you, too? I can't do that, not now anyway."

Andy looked at Sam in disbelief, she finally opened up and Sam was shutting her out, "…what do you mean?"

"You were willing to give just about anyone a chance over me. You had your opportunity and it passed. I'm not going to just make myself vulnerable again, just to get shot down," he sat down on the chair, "…not right now. I went undercover so I could get away from you, so I would not have to deal with the pain of seeing you with him everyday. You know how much I care about you and you know that no matter what, I've got your back but right now, I can't tell you what you want to hear."

The next few days were uncomfortable. Andy didn't know what to think about Sam's response and Sam didn't know where his response came from. He hurt her, he knew it and he hated it; unfortunately though, it was the truth. He loved her, there was no doubt about that but he couldn't tell her that because as much as he loved her, he didn't completely trust her with his heart.

Sam hated that he was letting his emotions get the best of him. Part of him wished he could just say he didn't care about Andy anymore because she made him step out of his comfort zone. However, he knew that would never be the case; he would always love her. Just admit it.

He heard a knock at the door and jumped to answer it, in hopes of it not waking Andy. He looked through the peephole and unchained the door, "…Damon? Is something wrong?"

Damon pushed through and Sam shut the door behind him, "…the shipment's being moved. Stacy has been leaking information to the police. It's coming in tonight. I need you at the warehouse around midnight."

"Okay. I'll be there."

"Thanks Ryan, I'm glad I can count on you," Damon said, walking towards the door again.

"Where's Angie?" he asked, looking around.

"Asleep, she's in the bedroom."

"Oh, well I'll see you both tonight, later."

Damon walked out the door and Sam watched in the window as he got in the car and drove off. He quickly grabbed his phone and called Jerry, "…we've got her Sammy. Stacy Carson."

"Has she really been leaking information?" Sam asked.

"We've been getting anonymous tips but it was all the stuff we were getting from you, apparently it was her," Jerry said. Sam could hear a woman sobbing the background.

"The shipment was moved up to tonight."

"Tonight? I can't get an entire force together in that time," Jerry sounded panicked.

"You're going to have to. DeFalco told me to be there at midnight."

"Sammy, we need more time."

"I can't give you that," Sam said, raising his voice, "…"I'll call you back if I find anything else out."

Sam hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom, "…McNally, get up."

She started to move around and opened her eyes. Sam turned around, "…get up. Now."

He darted out of the room and Andy slowly followed. He was flipping through a stack of papers that were all covered in random chicken scratch. A look of intense trepidation was plastered across his face.

"What's going on?" Andy asked.

"The deal's been moved. The shipments coming in tonight," he said. His hands were shaking, he was fidgeting in his seat and sweating bullets.

"Sam, what's wrong?"

A/N:What'd you think? Reviews are appreciated, they're my motivation to continue!