A/N: Thanks for the reviews! I couldn't go to the dark place, so I went to a semi-dark place. I feel like if it would've went where I was going, it would have been too twisted. There are a few factoids, but it's fiction right? I needed it to make sense so I made it true. Hope you like it!

CHAPTER 5

Andy looked to Sam, who literally looked like he was going to scream, "…Sam, seriously, what's wrong?"

She moved over to the couch and sat down next to him, but the second she hit the cushion, he jumped up.

"I'll be back," Sam said as he disappeared through the door, slamming it behind him.

Andy sat completely still for a moment, attempting to process what had just happened. She leaned back on the couch. I know things have been awkward but I didn't think things were that bad?

Sam drove to the river and parked his car. He slammed his head against the steering wheel. Why? It was standard procedure to report it when you had to actually do drugs undercover in order to prevent being made, so Sam did and became an outpatient rehab patient under the name Ryan Emmory. For weeks, he had been participating in the Methadone maintenance treatment, which allowed him a steady dose of Methadone in order to keep him from suffering withdrawals from heroin. Mainly because it will be easier to get him off Methadone than it would heroin; they can slowly wean him off the Methadone by giving him smaller doses, as it is his dose is about as low as it could possibly be. Still I have gone from a one-time heroin user, to a full-blown Methadone addict.

Even though he had only done heroin once, he couldn't be sure that was the only time he'd have to so his doctors thought it wise to keep him on the treatment because it would block the effects of the drug, but when Andy came, he stopped taking the Methadone like he was supposed to. He didn't want her to get suspicious. She had finally admitted her feelings for him, and he didn't want to blow it.

Sam leaned out of the car and threw up. He needed to go to the clinic. There was now way he could go through with the bust while dealing with withdrawals, so that's where he headed.

When he left the clinic he felt almost normal, he was still a little shaky but by the time he got back to the apartment, he felt fine. He walked up the stairs, opened the door, and found Andy in the exact same spot she was in when he left. Awkwardly, he said, "….can we talk?"

"Oh, you actually want to talk to me now?" she snapped back at him.

Sam shut the door and sat down next to her, "…all cards on the table. I've been on Methadone for a few weeks now, after I had to cover my ass I reported it and the doctors said that I should stay on the Methadone, should it happen again because it will block the effects. Well, when you came, I thought I'd be fine if I stopped taking it," he stopped and leaned back, "…but I was wrong. I went back to the clinic today."

Andy's face was blank; she didn't know how to react. His irritability and moodiness made perfect sense, unfortunately Andy knew all about the habits of addicts, "…why didn't you tell me?"

"I had every intention of telling you, but then I freaked out," he said. The truth was he really just did not want her to think he was weak, "…but now that's out, we need to focus on tonight. We can talk more later. Right now, we really need to get in to talk to Jerry and Frank."

Sam and Andy made it into the barn discreetly and worked out the bust with their team. There wasn't room for mistakes, this bust needed to go smoothly. There was no doubt in Sam's mind that if Damon gets suspicious, or gets away, he would kill both of them without a second thought, they wouldn't stand a fighting chance.

Before they left, Sam took Jerry aside, "…I need you to promise me something."

"What is it, Sammy?" Jerry asked.

"If things go south, promise me you'll get Andy out of there? I can't let anything happen to her."

"Sammy, don't think like that," Jerry said, knowing that Sam's concern was legit. This was dangerous.

"Jerry, I need you to promise me…" Sam stared at him until he reluctantly agreed.

"I do love you, Andy," Sam said, breaking the silence as they drove back to the apartment.

She turned her head, speechless.

"I just…" he paused, trying to sort the words, "…I was being stubborn. It took everything I had to not say it back that night; I had waited so long to hear you say it."

"Why didn't you ever say it before?" she asked.

"You were with Callaghan. I may be a lot of things McNally, but I'm not 'that guy'," he said, with a chuckle. She knew exactly what he meant. He was not that guy who goes after someone else's girl. That's respectable.

"Why'd you keep pushing me towards him?" she had been baffled by that from day one.

"I just wanted you to be happy," he said, reaching over and grabbing her hand, "…even if that meant me not having you."

The silence was comfortable, for the first time. Their minds weren't racing, their emotions were running high, they were finally were they needed to be.

Before long though, they were thinking of the impending events of the night. Sam could see the terror on Andy's face, he was doing his best to hide his, "…well get through this, McNally. We will."

He grabbed her hand tighter.

Andy could see the worry in his eyes; she knew hers was apparent as well. His eyes never lie. She knew what she was getting into, she understood the danger, or at least she thought she did.

Not that it mattered; there was no way she was letting Sam go in alone.

It was almost 11:00pm. Sam was pacing the living room, waiting for Andy. Only she could take this long getting dressed for a bust. He was adamantly watching the clock; he was leaving at 11:10pm with or without her. Without her. That wouldn't be so bad. He was more worried about her safety than he was anything else.

"McNally, what's taking so long?"

"I'm almost done. Two minutes. I promise," Andy yelled from the bathroom. Sam flopped onto the couch. Two minutes, she said two minutes twenty minutes ago. To his surprise though, two minutes and some odd seconds later, Andy emerged, "…ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Sam said, hopping up from the couch. He watched as Andy put in her earrings. So beautiful.

"McNally, you know, you don't have to go," he said, knowing her response.

"Don't start Sam," she snapped as she turned around to face him, "…I'm not letting you do this alone."

He walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her waist, "…I can't let anything happen to you."

"We'll make it through this, we have to. I just got you, I'm not letting you go," Andy said.

Sam kissed her, then whispered, "…you've always had me."

Andy was the only person to ever make him feel this way, the only person to ever make him feel this much. She made him angry and frustrated, she argued with him, she questioned him; she was a pain in his ass, but he would not trade her for anybody. He wanted her, every day, forever.

Sam and Andy pulled up in front of the warehouse and both cringed at the darkness. Everything was eerily still.

Sam looked around and spotted the three strategically places cars. Close enough to be there, far enough away to be inconspicuous. His palms were sweating, he had never been this nervous about an op, ever.

"You ready?" Andy asked.

Sam looked over, he wasn't ready, "…let's do it."

They got out of the car and walked toward the formidable warehouse. He grasped Andy's hand, his heart was racing. Something isn't right. He pulled the door open, only to find it completely black, he heard a faint click, "…Andy, run!"

A/N: What'd you think? Your reviews motivate me to keep writing! **Just to clarify: Methadone withdrawals are said to be worse than heroin withdrawals. I feel like I made it sound like Methadone was harmless, it's not, and it is in no way "better" than heroin for you. DRUGS ARE BAD! I just know it's used to get people off of heroin, and it does block the effects. I know quite a bit of the drug references are unrealistic, but I really didn't want to see Sam become a heroin junkie, and at the end of Chapter 4, that's where I was headed. So I made some stuff up, but it's for the better!