For those of you who were disappointed in the fact that I didn't write the McSwarek sex scene, it was because I vowed to never write smut ever again a little while ago. But keep your eyes peeled… I may just write a separate M rated fanfic of the deleted scene ;)

By 'may', I mean FUCKYEA. Just keep checking up on my page for the deleted scene. Coming soon. :)

Sam groaned while he cracked his sore back, waking up un-cuffed and within an empty bed. He looked around, a worried look upon him. Where was Andy? Had she ditched him like she ditched Callaghan? Would she ever do that to him? He grabbed his phone in a panicked motion, rushing for his thumbs to work.

"Where the hell are you? :("

"Oh sweetie, I tried to tell you this morning but you wouldn't wake up! I'm walking home to get some clean clothes so people don't know we spent the night! :P If Traci knew, she'd kick my ass!"

"I'm the one in pain, McNasty. -.-"

"HAHAHAHA how sooooo?"

"Ha, excuse me. Lacerations on my wrists, bite-marks and hickies everywhere. They're all sore :( Come kiss them better :3"

"I don't think I can restrain myself ;P Want me to walk over and we drive to work? Stop at timmies? I'll buy 3"

"You better buy, you abusive creepy bastard XD"

"You liked it last night XD So shut iiiit. :)"

"Pfft, I hated it :( You hate me D:"

"Oh hush now! I'm walking over. Get your shit together so we can leave."

Sam ran his hair under the faucet with a touch of shampoo. Sam was dressed and ready to go after some deodorant and TLC, standing outside on his front step awaiting his woman's arrival. Andy showed up on time, getting in the car in a comfortable silence.

"Stop for coffee, I'm dying here. Might as well repay you for the violent night now rather than later, eh?" Andy yawned, digging through her bag for her wallet.

Sam tilted his neck, giving her a peak at the purple marks along his neck. That was the tip of the iceberg as Andy observed just how purple the love marks were turning. The lacerations upon his wrists were bright and apparent from the handcuffs digging and rubbing against the sensitive skin and hair that once belonged. Andy snorted, covering her face from the fuming Sam.

He turned into Tim Hortons, letting Andy grab him his usual double double. She hopped back in the truck with a chipper smile after taking a long swig form her coffee. With a pained shambling action, he reached for his coffee. She laughed, placing her own coffee in the cup holder beside her. With a painfully slow movement, she pulled the tab on the brown lid up, watching Sam's mouth water at the beautiful black liquid that was caffeine. She held the cup to his lips, pouring the scolding hot coffee into his mouth. He sputtered, but swallowed quickly.

"Thanks." Sam laughed, wiping his mouth from coffee. Sam drove, a smile dancing upon his face.

"What?" Andy chuckled, glancing his way.

"This."

"Oh, can you be vaguer? You're to blunt for me." Andy shook her head, stretching her arm over to place it onto his shoulder.

"This is nice. It's nice to be in my baby… with my baby. Drinking coffee, talking about nothing important. I've wanted this with you for so long, Andy and now that I have it? I'm treasuring it." Sam was still ranting as they pulled into the driveway.

"I know how you feel. We're just so… incredible. We're an amazing team on and off the field. They dropped their hands below the dash, holding them so no one could see.

"Andy, I guess… well, all in all… I… um. I'm feeling this thing in my heart that hasn't shown itself for a long time until that night of the blackout. I'm in-" A bang on the window caused the pair to jump apart, hearts racing from more than just the sudden scare.

"Hurry up, bro!" Oliver yelled, pounding a balled fist against the window. Sam tossed a lopsided grin to his partner, jumping out of the truck. They walked together, parting ways to go to their changerooms.

"Whoa-ah-ah!" Oliver strutted into the locker room, pointing at Sam's shredded, bare back. Sam shot him a glance, pulling on his undershirt.

"You and McNally had fun, huh?" Oliver slid his remark in, causing Sam to freeze.

"How did you know I was with-" Sam's eyes were wide and scared.

"Oh, dude. It's all around the station. Everyone's been waiting for you to date. Anyways, we gotta get to parade. Hurry up tiger." Oliver slapped the tattered back, laughing as Sam gripped the lockers for strength to continue standing. He followed quick behind, getting a glare from Callaghan as he sat beside Andy.

The day went on as normal. McNally and Swarek on their beat, had lunch, took a few petty criminals in here and there. Nothing to out of the ordinary except the odd looks the couple received at parade from everyone at the station. They shook it off, feeling as invincible as ever. They day came to an abrupt end, Sam driving Andy to her apartment to grab some things to stay the night.

"Coming up?" Andy asked, hoping out of his truck. Sam nodded, following close behind. Up to the third floor they traveled, walking down the hallway to be greeted with Andy's door cracked wide open.

She dug through her bag as silently as possible, grabbing her gun with the safety on and a pair of cuffs. She gave her cuffs to the man behind her, flicking the safety off. Sam snatched the gun out of her hands, a sudden wave of protective overcoming him. Andy caressed his cheek, kissing him with a butterflies touch.

"Run downstairs, get my gun from my truck. The glove box. Be quick." Andy nodded, running upon her toes within the long hallway, each step echoing with the bang of a thousand canons. Whoever was inside her apartment, she swore he could hear everything. Sam held the gun in front of him, starting to clear the apartment. He stepped into the living room, feeling a blast through his shoulder.

He had enough strength to whisper Andy's name before his entire would collapsing into a black abyss.

Chapter 9 coming soon, and once I'm done this fic, I'll post the deleted scenes :)

See you guys… sooner than you think :)

xoxoPN