So from the comments I got, I have definitely decided to continue this story. I'm going to see where it takes me, but if anyone wants to suggest anything, I will be listening. Thank you all for being so supportive! It really means a lot.
Andy was already pulling into the precinct parking lot, ready to immerse herself into some work.
She had surprised herself by staying the whole night at Sam's. She didn't even sneak out that morning. She had stayed, waiting until he woke up and took a shower, borrowing some of his clothes. Even more shocking: she actually liked waking up in his arms.
She had refused to let him drive her to work, though; instead he dropped her off at her and Callaghan's house.
As suspected, Luke was already out, probably working on cases. Andy wasn't worried about being caught then.
She leaned over and kissed Sam, who pulled her close for a second and then she climbed out of the car and opened her front door.
She changed into some of her own clothes, tossing Sam's carelessly on the floor. She grabbed her keys and made her way to her car, wanting to get to work.
She pulled into the parking lot at about the same time as Sam did. Noticing he was watching her, she waved and he smiled, but continued walking into the building.
"Andy!" Traci called her name from behind.
Andy half jogged over to her friend.
"Hey, we missed you at the Penny last night. How are you feeling?" Traci asked like the concerned best friend she was.
"Much better," Andy said, a slow smile creeping across her face as she thought about last night.
Traci, of course, noticed. "Ooh, did someone get some loving from Luke last night?" Traci teased, nudging her.
Before she realized what she was doing she said, "Not Luke." By the time she realized what she said, Traci's mouth dropped and her eyes were wide.
Andy immediately clapped a hand over her own mouth, cheeks turning red in embarrassment. "Oh my gosh."
"You slept with-,"
"Shh!" Andy cried. "I'll tell you later," she hissed, lowering her voice and looking around to make sure no one else heard.
"Locker room?" Traci said, still freaking out.
"Let's go," Andy said, dragging her surprised friend along with her.
"So, that's it," Andy finished explaining to Traci, pulling on the last part of her uniform. She loved wearing her uniform. It was like she was putting on another skin, becoming a protector instead of feeling weak like she usually did.
"That's it?" Traci replied incredulously. She was sitting on the bench, waiting for Andy to finish getting ready. "You told him you loved him, And. That's a big deal. What are you going to tell Luke?"
"Tell Luke what?" a voice sounded behind them. They both whipped around in surprise, to find Luke standing there, bright blue eyes surveying him.
"We can finish this later," Traci said, giving a tight smile as she slipped past them, leaving Andy alone with Luke, unsure of what to say.
Andy turned away from Luke, pretending to dig in her locker for something.
Luke sat down where Officer Nash had been moments before.
"You didn't come home last night." She supposed he meant it as a question, but it came out like a statement.
She didn't answer him.
"Andy?"
"What?" she snapped. "What do you want me to say?"
"Where did you stay last night?"
Andy wanted to tell him the truth, just because he already expected the worse. But she held back, knowing this wasn't the place or the time. "I was at Traci's." She knew Traci would back her up, but she hated lying.
Luke nodded his head, but he seemed doubtful, which only made Andy more ticked off. He was a detective, so he always asked the most prying questions, getting in her head without even trying.
"I think we really need to talk," Luke finally said.
"Well, we aren't talking here," Andy said and slammed her locker shut. "We'll talk when we get home." She was hoping that Luke would get caught up in work like he usually did and they would skip all the pointless talking.
"Good, I'm getting off early today."
She cursed inwardly. "Fine. See you later, I guess," she said, stomping off.
She crashed right into Sam's defined chest. He was in his uniform and she now noticed how good he looked in it. Not that he was that bad out of it…
"Hey McNally, been looking for you," Sam said.
She wondered why he was being so impersonal, but then she realized Luke must have just exited behind her.
Andy looked up at him and saw the hurt buried there. But it was only there for a second before he pushed it back.
For some reason she couldn't meet his eyes, even though she knew nothing had happened between her and Callaghan.
"Best decided to give us an easy day today; we're going to be patrolling the streets. You ready?" Sam asked.
She could only manage a nod as she followed him to the cruiser.
Don't worry, I'm not ending it here. Now that I've decided to continue this story, I'm committed. Hope you enjoy the rest!