First Fight

For the first time in over three weeks, they finally have a day off. Together.

Sam was really looking forward to waking up with Andy next to him, pull her closer and stay in bed for a while. They had planned on not doing anything. Maybe catch up on some sleep, and for some... quality time.

Except no.

Except that`s not at all how this day starts out.

Sam wakes up all in his lonesome self company. Hair sticking out in every direction you could think of and with the angriest headache in history. Of course, that`s on himself, considering the amount of whiskey he drank last night.

It occurs to him, like a lightning, that he actually hates waking up alone. Hates to find the other side of the bed empty and cold, like a reminder of that he had slept all alone in the bed.

Still, he gets up, scans the room for anything that could mean that she was actually here, and that she had not stormed out of his house last night. Yeah, that`s right. She had indeed.

Sam Swarek is a idiot. Period.

He pads heavy, like a potato sack down into the kitchen, starts the coffee maker and takes out two clean mugs from the dishwasher and puts them down on the counter, just as he remembers that he`s alone in the house. He then drinks his much needed coffee alone with his depressive misery as he feels sorry for himself for being such an idiot.

It`s not like he planned on fighting over laundry. He actually never thought he would fight with a woman over laundry.

She`s hanging up the batch of laundry he had put on this morning when he comes home. He`s exhausted, tired and a little grumpy is the thing here.

She`s not. She`s happy as always. That actually annoys him. Everything annoys him today. Stupid case, stupid witness that suddenly changed the testimony, stupid everything.

It`s when he sees her drag out his black jeans from the washing machine, that his eyes pops out.

"Is that the black ones I used yesterday? Please don`t tell me it`s the jeans I had on yesterday", he pleads and asks at the same time.

She looks at him. "Uh...I don`t know, is it?"

He`s in front of her in a jab. Pulls the jeans out of her hands and searches the front pocket.

Yeah.

Just as he suspected. He pulls out a USB-mini drive. The same one he used yesterday to save his files on from the 'Dundas case' on.

"You`ve got to be kidding me? How about checking the pockets before you throw them in? I had everything on this!"

Andy raises her eyebrows a couple of feet up, but doesn`t say anything yet. She wants' to hear where this is going before she starts to defend her own case here.

"Why did you have to snoop through my stuff and wash my clothes along with you crap?", he yells, nodding to her share of clothes on the rack.

That`s it. She`s had it.

She throws his wet t-shirt across the room.

"My crap? Snooping? Is that what you think I`m doing? You did yourself Sam. You put the machine on this morning before we left for work. You`re the one that failed to check your pockets, remember!"

She runs upstairs, throws a few of her belongings into a duffle bag and head downstairs again.

"But don`t worry! I won`t 'snoop' through your stuff anymore! I won`t wash your clothes, and I`ll never bring any of my 'crap' over ever again! Have a great night Sam!"

is what she yells back, as she slams his front door shut. Yeah, Andy is having none of it.

That`s when he remembers. He`s the one that pushed the button on the machine this morning.

So that`s Wednesday.

Sam`s an idiot, and he knows it. He hasn`t heard from her since she stormed out last night, and despite the texts' he sent her, one apologize after the other, she still hasn`t answered him.

He tries to call her, but isn`t that surprised when he reaches her voicemail.

He drums his fingers on the counter top. Not sure of what he`s supposed to do with himself really.

He then whishes that she didn`t have her apartment to run off to. He hates it to be honest, and he wants' her under his(their) roof like yesterday(last year).

He knows he was so wrong. Knows he was a jackass, and knows he should probably let her cool her jets a while longer, but he wants' to see her like this second. Wants to make it right, and tell her he`s sorry.

The stuff he referred to as 'her crap'?

Well, he wants all of it next to his. Want her next to him. Today is Thursday, and he plans on have her back where she belongs by tomorrow. It`s a long shot, he knows it.

But Sam Swarek knows what he wants'. He jolts to the foyer, steps into his shoes, grabs his keys, and heads out.

He`s on a mission. He really hopes it's not an impossible one.

When he stands outside her door, he is both nervous and completely out of loss over how to even start when she opens the door. If she opens the door.

He knocks two soft ones, and just waits.

Then, he remembers that he has a key, but figures he is in no position to use it.

The door opens slowly, and he knows that she already knew it was him.

She opens the door, and quirks her eyebrows at him. Like 'who are you and what do you want'.

He knows that she knows.

"Andy... I`m really sorry for last night... please just..."

She opens the door for him and walks away. With wet hair hanging down her shoulders, wearing only a towel that he assumes she wrapped around her body when she heard the knock, he follows her inside and closed the door.

She heads to her bedroom, and when he slowly steps inside, like he`s trespassing a private property, he sits down on the end of her bed, that he knows she hasn`t even slept in for weeks, except last night.

"Andy... listen...I`m so sorry for what I said to you last night. I was tired, angry at the case... I know it`s no excuse, but I`m really sorry... I love your crap, I love you, I love your crap along with my crap okay?"

She chuckles, and he feels like a building was just lifted off of his shoulders.

She puts on a pair of black yoga pants and a deep purple tank top and turns towards him.

"Well, you have a funny way of showing it..."

He walks towards her, frames her face in his hands and closes a gap between them.

"I`m really sorry Andy... In fact, I love our crap together so much, that I want our crap all together under one roof... I want you with me always, and I don`t want you to have this place to run away too when I`m being an idiot"

"That pulls a smile out of her alright. "Really? you want to live with my crap?"

"I do. I really do".

She`s the one that closes the last inches between them completely. "Okay", she whispers against his lips. "Then let's do that".

He lifts her up and walk them towards her bed. He lays her down and starts to untie the band on her yoga pants.

Andy does not put up a fight against that.

"I love you Andy. Always". He drops her pants on the floor and starts working on getting her top the hell off.

"Love you too grouchy".