The knob of the door turned and the most perfect thing ever appeared behind it. Showered in bright moonlight, Sam crossed the threshold of the door, and looked into the darkness of the room eyes focused on the glistening orbs that were the eyes of the person he needed the most. He dropped his bag to the floor and made quick work of the distance between them. Taking her face in his rough hands, he pulled her towards him. He brought her face to meet his and his hands trembled as they made their way into her hair. Her hands too latched onto his shirt, pulling him as close as she could. She needed to know he was real, tangible, not some figment of her drunken imagination. They didn't even need words. He just needed her to know how he felt. How important she was to him. The saying 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' was beyond true. For now, they were content to lose themselves in each other. To revel in reality.

Andy frantically pulled at him, her fingers running through his thick hair, brushing over the stubble on his cheeks, palms pressing into his muscled arms and chest. And then her face was buried in his chest, his shirt soaking up her tears and muffling her sobs. His hands slowed and gripped her to him in a fierce hug, murmuring soothing words into her ear. After a few moments she pulled her face away and unwound her fingers from his t-shirt. She pressed her forehead into his and looked straight into his eyes. "I love you. Don't ever leave me again," she said firmly.
"I love you more than anything," he said with equal resolve. "I'm not going anywhere."

She trailed her fingertips to the hem of his shirt and pulled gently, guiding him to the bedroom. The frantic pace was gone. Touches lingered. Caresses were softer. Actions spoke so much more than thousands of words ever could.

A few hours later, with the early morning light shimmering into the bedroom, Andy's eyes fluttered open. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, likely due to the alcohol she had consumed the night before. She tried to make sense of what little she could remember from the night before. She went to the Penny with Traci, then came home and had a few more, then… She turned her head and smiled ant the face that was sleeping in the crook of her elbow. Sam. She ran her fingers lazily through his hair, and trailed them down over the flat planes of his back. This man; Andy would do anything for this man. His eyes squinted open at her. "Morning," he murmured.

"Good morning," she yawned back drowsily. "I missed you," she stated bluntly with a weak smile.
"God, I missed you, too," was his adamant reply. He pressed his face to her belly. "Can I wake up like this every morning?" He was smiling, his dimples in full view.
"Please," she replied, "for the rest of my life." Glancing at the clock, she winced. It read 6:15 AM in blaring green letters. She was scheduled for the early shift. She had forty-five minutes to get to the station for parade. "Shit!" she exclaimed. "I have to get up. Do you have to go in today?"
"Yeah," he groaned and rolled onto his back. He sat up and stretched. "Have to debrief, give my final statement, and tell Boyd to take me off the list."
"List?" she questioned, placing her feet on the floor.
"Yeah, I'm done with undercover work," he said simply walking around the bed. He pulled her up to meet him in a kiss. "Come on, we need to shower." With a quirk of Andy's brow, he stole another kiss and walked into the bathroom, still holding her hand.

A short amount of time later, the two were piling into the silver truck, Sam taking the keys from her. "Feels good to have my truck back. You remembered to change the oil, right?" She scowled and pointed to the corner of the windshield where the sticker from the auto-shop was. "Great! I knew I could trust you McNally." He had a goofy grin on his face, he looked instantly younger, healthier. She had noticed even through his muscular build, he had lost some weight. But the circles she remembered seeing in his eyes were faded, and he'd had a clean shave. After he'd started the engine, and put the truck into gear, he reached across the truck and twined his fingers between hers.

At the station, each had walked into their respective locker rooms. Traci could easily see the effortlessness of her friend's happy attitude. It was a welcome change. She didn't have to fake it any more. She made her way to parade and sit in her normal chair, waiting for Sam to reappear. Parade had begun before Sam made his way into the room. Applause preceded him, and he made a few witty remarks akin to those when he'd come out of undercover the last time. Sans, of course, the shower remark.

Oliver looked between Sam and Andy and said a prayer in relief. He didn't need to worry any more. His people were together and safe in each other's care. The car assignments were given, the old assignments back into rotation. This was the way things needed to be. Everyone could finally be normal, could feel normal. And by the youthful glow on Sam's face and the cheerful disposition radiating off of Andy, he didn't doubt that they were finally together. Zoe would be beyond pleased.

The End! I don't know how I feel about this. Hope you like. May come up with something better later.