A/N: Okay, after the disaster I called Chapter 9, I am very happy with this one. Chapter 9 was just not going the way I wanted it, but it ended in my original direction. I may or may not add an epilogue later on (probably not, because I don't know where I would take it). But, I haven't decided for sure yet. For now this is complete, because 10 is a good number!

CHAPTER 10

Andy glanced over the roof of the car, her heart was racing, but when she caught Sam's eye a sudden rush of calm overtook her. He knew something, something he hadn't had a chance to fill her in on yet.

A gun was held to each of their backs, their hands were above their heads.

Well, this is backwards. Chris thought to himself.

"Take them into the house," Damon ordered, as he spoke with Frankie.

Frankie was the only man there that Andy and Sam recognized, with the exception of Damon.

Andy winced when he pushed the gun harder into the middle of her back, making Sam cringe. They forced them into the house, down the hall and into the bedroom.

"Sit down and shut up," the man shoved Chris down and quickly followed the others out the door. The second the door latched, Andy reached down and grabbed the gun she had stashed in between the mattress and the box spring.

"Always thinking," Sam chuckled.

"Take it," she said, handing the gun over to him.

He grabbed it with his free hand. His left arm was cuffed to Oliver; Andy's to Chris. They knew if they weren't quiet, Damon's goons would hear them and come storming in.

The door slammed open, but it wasn't Damon or his crew; it was Frank and Noelle.

Andy seemed to be the only one who looked relieved. I was the only one who looked scared too.

"Okay, seriously, you guys can't just leave me out of the loop," Andy said, as Frank unlocked the cuffs. Everyone laughed.

"You're the one who fell asleep," Chris said, "…we were going to tell you everything."

"That wasn't 'oh, let her sleep we'll tell her when she wakes up' material, this was 'wake her ass up and fill her in' material," she said, angrily.

Oliver and Chris both pointed to Sam, "…now why doesn't that shock me?" Andy snapped.

"You just looked so cute, I didn't want to disturb you," he responded, attempting to defend his actions.

"No, you just wanted to scare me half to death!"

"Well, that…" he paused, "…that whole thing just kind of blew up in my face. I really did think we'd get out of here before Damon showed up."

"Are you guys alright?" Luke said, as he peeked his head in the doorway.

"We're good, I think. McNally's a little shook up, but I'm to blame for that," Sam answered.

"Great, I'm glad nobody got hurt. I'm going to take the first load back to the barn," Luke said.

"Alright, we'll catch up with you," Frank answered, "…okay, you two get your things, head back to the barn, we've got a long night ahead of us, coppers."

"You've got some explaining to do, mister," Andy said as they made their way back to the city.

He had missed her smile, her laugh. Over the past couple weeks, she hadn't been herself; something was missing. She had been walking on eggshells, constantly looking over her shoulder, in a nearly constant state of fear, but not now.

She was leaned back in the seat, music on with her bare feet hanging out the window. She was smiling from ear to ear, "…how did you know back-up was on the way?" she inquired.

"Well, when Oliver and Diaz caught Garrison, he called me," he said, only to be interrupted by Andy.

"Called it," she said, under her breath. Commending herself for predicting it was Sam that Oliver had been talking to.

"What?"

"Nothing, continue…" Andy said.

"Anyway, I was about half way back at that point. I called Frank; he said they would be right behind me. I knew they couldn't of been far when I got back, but I still wanted to get out of there before DeFalco showed."

"Why did Garrison have a bloody nose?" she asked.

"I'm not the only one who has his own methods of persuasion, you know."

"You mean, Oliver?" she said, shocked.

"Yeah!" Sam said.

"Badass," Andy said.

They both laughed.

"How did you think we knew how close DeFalco was?" Sam asked.

"Do you really want to go back to how out of the loop I was?" she replied, sarcastically.

"Yeah, you're right," Sam chuckled.

Andy leaned back farther and reached up to run her fingers through Sam's hair, "…I can't wait to get home, take a hot bubble bath and not have to worry about anything."

"A hot bubble bath?" Sam asked, mockingly, "…wow."

"You…" she said, as she sat up, "…are more than welcome to join me."

"Well, in that case then," Sam said, as he leaned over to kiss her.

After two hours of non-stop driving and several hours of debriefing and, what seemed to be endless, interrogation, Andy was aching for that bubble bath.

"You ready?" Sam asked.

"Just a minute, let me go grab some stuff out of my locker," she answered.

Sam sat down in the chair, leaned back, closed his eyes and put his feet up.

"Sammy?"

His eyes flashed open to see Luke; he quickly shut them again, "…what do you want Callaghan?"

"Look, I just wanted to say…" he paused; Sam couldn't tell if it was because he wanted dramatic effect, or if he was trying to find the right words. This is not The Godfather; he is trying to figure out what he wants to say.

"…I know Andy's in good hands," Luke said, finally, "…it's always been you. I know that, I guess I just wanted it to be me."

Sam listened, in utter disbelief. He had expected Luke to give him some lecture for putting Andy in danger or try to cause some kind drama.

"It's not like you need my permission or anything, that's not what I'm saying," Luke turned to see Andy come out of the locker room, "…I'm glad it's you. You are better for her. You can give her everything she deserves, everything I can't."

Sam remained still, silent.

"Do you mind if I talk to her for a minute though?" Luke asked. Sam nodded to Andy, and excused himself.

"Hey…" Andy said as she stood in front of Luke.

"I'm sorry," Luke said.

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because I was a jerk. I put everything before you, and that was wrong. You didn't deserve that," Luke said as he shifts his weight from one foot to another, "…I just didn't want to leave things the way we did."

"Yeah, it was a little…abrupt."

"No, it wasn't. It was a long time coming, but I made it sound like it was your fault and it wasn't."

"It wasn't your fault either, neither one of us are to blame, we just aren't right for each other, Luke."

"Exactly," he replied, "…Sammy's a great guy, and as long as you're happy, I'm happy."

Andy hugged him, "…friends?" she asked.

"Friends," Luke agreed, knowing he would rather have her in his life as friend, than nothing at all.

Andy walked towards Sam, who was sitting on the desk talking to Jerry, "…ready to go?" he asked as he turned to her.

"I am, I'm ready for that bubble bath," Andy said, with a smile across her face.

"Oh, you are?" Sam asked, enthusiastically.

"I am, but I need some food first," she said.

He grabbed stood up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, "…now why does that not surprise me?"

They exited through the sliding double doors, for the first time, together.

A/N: Let me know what you think and keep a look out for the next story.