The silence in the car was crushing Andy. She waited impatiently for Sam to say something, but she should have known he wouldn't.
Soon she couldn't take it anymore.
"Why are you ignoring me?" she demanded, unable to keep the slight whine out of her voice. She hated when she acted like a 12 year old around him, but for some reason he brought it out in her.
"I'm not ignoring you McNally. I'm just doing my job," he stated calmly, fixing his eyes on the road so he didn't have to look at her. One look at her and he would have folded.
He also wanted to keep the hurt out of his eyes. Seeing her walk out of the locker room with Callaghan…it just made his stomach turn.
She glared at him, even though he wasn't paying attention. She hated how he could be so sweet and gentle like he was last night, and then go right back to shutting everyone out.
Suddenly, it hit her. How hurt Sam was after she walked out of the locker room with Callaghan.
"Pull over," she said.
It was then he broke his own rule and looked over at her. "Why?"
"Just do it, don't overanalyze it," she said.
He winced as his past words came back to haunt him. But curiosity won him over and he pulled over to the side. It was a slow day anyway.
"Sam, look at me. Please," she said the last part more gently, and she was desperate. She needed to see that love still in his eyes before she did anything.
He looked at her, years of undercover work helping him to mask some, but not all of his feelings. And Andy read him like a book anyway.
Andy leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of Sam's face. She knew she caught him off guard, but with Sam, that was probably best.
"Nothing happened between me and Luke," she told him. He closed his eyes at the sound of his name.
"I never said anything did," he sighed. "No need to sound so defensive, McNally."
"Stop that!" she said, abruptly sitting back.
"Stop what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
She didn't know where to begin, but she let it all out. "Stop making me feel guilty for nothing, stop pretending like you don't care, and stop calling me McNally. It's Andy," she said. "And stop pretending like last night didn't happen. Because it did, and I meant what I said. I'm not so sure about you though."
She sat back, arms folded over her chest. She wasn't sure what his reaction might be, but she was not planning on him laughing.
"What are you laughing at?" There was that twelve year old surfacing again. She looked at him impatiently.
"Look, Mc…Andy. I obviously care. A lot. And I'm not the one pretending like last night didn't happen. That's what I was afraid you were doing. I can't stand seeing you with Callaghan, not after last night. It's you I'm afraid is going to 'forget' about last night." Sam couldn't believe he had revealed so much, but it was all true and he might as well get it out there.
And if she stomped on his heart again, well…
She leaned forward and kissed him, hard. "I love you."
He managed to control himself enough to say, "Prove it."
She sat back again. "How?"
Sam raised his eyebrows. "C'mon Andy, I know you're smarter than that."
Andy knew what she was asking him to do. Break up with Luke. This is what she wanted, but then why did it seem so wrong? She knew it wasn't fair to be dragging Sam along again either, especially after last night.
"Okay, you win Swarek," she said as he pulled out from the curb.
They rode around in silence again, but it was a comfortable, easy-going silence and neither of them minded.
"So, what were you and Callaghan doing?" Sam was the one who broke the silence this time.
"We agreed to talk about things tonight. I think he already knows what happened between us," Andy admitted.
"Hmm," Sam said, thoughtfully.
Hmm, indeed.