A/N: Thanks to those who reviewed! You're the reason I'm updating so quickly! I, personally, love this chapter, no matter how cliché and theatrical it may be. I love action movies, and this was absolutely inspired by some. I imagined the "battle" scene as something like the scene in the movie Takers when the Russian's attack them, but that'll make more sense when you read it! Enjoy 8^]

CHAPTER 6

Andy stopped in pure confusion; she didn't know what was going on. Sam scooped her up and ran out of the warehouse, tossing her to the ground and falling on top of her; he was mid-air when the warehouse blew up.

DeFalco had figured them out. I knew we shouldn't have gone in.

After the debris had fallen, Sam stood up, "…Andy, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine, how'd you…" she stopped and tried to take in the surreal situation around her, "…how'd you know?"

"The click, we tripped it when we walked in," he reached down and grabbed her hand to pull her up. He saw cars coming down the road. DeFalco, no doubt.

"Get out of here, go to the station. We'll do what we can here," Noelle said as they drove past them to get back into position.

Sam and Andy took off on foot, they knew if they took the car, Damon would know they got out alive, "…what are we going to do now?" Andy asked, still is disbelief.

Sam didn't know. He didn't have an answer; he had no way of comforting her. He was scared shitless. How did he figure it out?

"Sam?" Andy started to cry.

"Andy, right now, we need to get to the barn and regroup, because honestly, I don't have a clue," he hated seeing her cry. He hugged her tightly, "…we're going to be alright, McNally. I won't let anything happen to you."

After almost an hour of walking, they got into civilization and grabbed a cab.

"Toronto PD, 15 Division please," Sam said.

"Got it," the cabbie added.

Andy leaned over to Sam, resting her head on his shoulder. Her entire body ached; her knees and elbows were scraped like an eight year-olds. I wish I were eight, my biggest problem then was skinned knees, now I'm worried whether I'm going to live to see next Tuesday, or even tomorrow. She started to doze off, but a few minutes later, the car came to a stop in front of the familiar double doors. I don't think I have ever been so excited to see that door.

Sam held her close as they walked in, but the second they stepped foot in the doorway Luke pushed them into a dark office, "…stay down, stay quiet and don't turn on the light."

He shut the door, and locked it. What's going on? Sam began thinking of every possible scenario, the first to pop in his head: Maybe he just does not intend to let us out. Sam thought to himself, and then chuckled aloud. This is not the time or place for sarcasm. He attempted to talk himself out of it. No, I have to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Andy asked.

"Nothing. I'll tell you when I know you'll get it."

All of a sudden, chaos ensued. It sounded as if the world was ending, there was yelling, shots fired, glass shattering, things being broken. Sam stood up and started digging through boxes.

"What are you doing?" Andy asked.

"Looking for vests, we need to get out of here," Sam said, digging a little deeper, "…gotcha!"

"We can't just leave. Our friends are out there."

"Exactly, and they have guns, they have vests, they're prepared, they know what they're doing. We are what these people want, if we're not here, they have no reason to be either," he helped Andy put on the vest.

"Okay, look, we know this building better than they do. I'm banking on them not noticing us in the chaos, we have to get into the locker rooms, we'll go out the emergency exit," he stood by the door, grabbed his gun and looked to Andy, "…ready?"

"No, but that doesn't really matter though," she grabbed his hand.

"Stay behind me, stay down and whatever you do, don't look up."

He opened the door quickly and they ran, as soon as Oliver and Chris realized that they were out of the office, they ran to cover them. It was like World War III, right in the middle of 15 Division. The typical good vs. evil fight, and it was all because of Sam and Andy.

Once they got in the locker room, the locked the door. Chris has slipped Andy his keys, knowing they had no transportation with the exception of their own two feet. Sam pushed open the emergency door and they ran to Chris's car; within seconds, they were gone.

They had cuffed and booked five of the seven crazies from DeFalco's crew that had come in searching for Swarek and McNally; one of the other two was dead and the other got away. Fortunately, none of the officers were hurt.

"Get someone here to take him away," Luke said, as he covered the body up with a blanket he found in the back.

"Did Swarek and McNally get out alright?" Frank asked.

"We got them out," Oliver answered.

"I gave Andy my keys, so they've got my car," Chris added.

"I can't even believe that just happened," Dov said, elated over the events of his night.

"The world of undercover can always go wrong," Gail interjected.

"This is way more than wrong, this is like," Dov was searching his head for the right words, "…like epic fail!"

"Yeah, well I'd still like to know how DeFalco figured them out," Frank said, sitting down in the chair, taking in the mess around him.

"Are Andy and Sam going to be okay? I mean they just took off, there's no plan, nothing" Traci asked quietly, looking to Jerry, hoping he knew more than she knew did.

"I hope so," Jerry said, unreassuringly.

In complete silence, they all looked around at the complete disarray; they looked around at each other. The same mixed expression of confusion and terror was on each other their faces, and the same thing was running through each of their minds: This is just the beginning.

"I need a room," Sam said, slamming money down on the counter.

"Name?" the clearly miserable woman behind the desk asked.

"Derek Brenner," he said. Alias 2.

"How long will you be staying?" she asked.

"That's to be determined but probably just tonight," he answered.

"Room 332, enjoy," she handed him the key.

Sam went out to the car and grabbed Andy. They walked upstairs, down the hall and into the room, "…this place is…nice," the sarcasm in her voice was heavy

"Yeah, well we need to be low key," he shut the door, locked it and pulled the curtains closed, "…beside's were out of here in the morning. We need to get away from the city until they get Damon."

"We don't have anything to take with us," Andy said, nervously.

"We might be able to stop by and pick stuff up at your apartment tomorrow, if not, we'll have to try and get into a store somewhere along the way," Sam walked into the bathroom and hopped into the shower

Andy stood in the mirror on the door, giving her body the once over. Scrapes, bruises, dirt, ripped shirt. I look like hell. She opened the bathroom door, grabbed a washcloth and reached her arm into the shower to get it wet, "…hey now, trying to sneak a peek?" Sam said, peeking his head around the shower curtain as she walked back to the mirror.

"Why try and sneak a peek at something I know you'd be more than willing to show me?" she said with a grin as she started to wipe the dirt from her skin.

"Touché," Sam said, retreating to his shower.

Andy didn't have the strength to shower, so she cleaned herself up the best she could with a washcloth and warm water. She took off her jeans and ripped t-shirt before she crawled into bed. I wish this were just a bad dream.

Several minutes later Sam exited the bathroom in nothing more than his boxer briefs to find Andy curled into a ball, seemingly asleep. He started to pull down the covers of the other bed, when Andy turned over, "…what do you think you're doing? You're sleeping with me," she said, sleepily.

"If you insist," Sam said, he was more than happy to crawl into bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight, "…I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N: So…..what did you think? Reviews are ALWAYS appreciated!