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Chapter 11

Sam sat down with a handful of other workers in the warehouse's break room to have lunch when Brennan decided to join them. Sam had been told the boss liked to mingle with his employees during lunch to make it easier for anyone who wanted to approach him with questions or concerns about the job. This was the second time since Sam had been working at the warehouse that Brennan joined them, but for the first time the boss took a seat across from him.

"How's Candace adapting to Toronto?" Brennan asked.

"She's enjoying it. Her life had gotten pretty bad back in Wisconsin, so she's happy to start over somewhere new," Sam replied. "Probably seems crazy, for her to drop her life, quit her job, but she seems truly happy here. And I feel lucky to have her in my life."

"No, I get it. She reminds me a lot of Maggie, my wife. There's a sweet naivety about her. Just remember what I said about a good woman helping to turn your life around. She might be that one for you," Brennan said.

Sam nodded as he continued to eat the sandwich Andy had made for him that morning. Brennan might have been talking about J.D. and Candace, but Sam thought about how true his statement was. Andy had turned his life around, not in the way Brennan meant, but she had shown him there was more to life than being a cop and working undercover. There was love, true love.

After a few minutes of eating in silence, Brennan spoke up again. "The job okay?"

"It's good. It's a paycheck," Sam replied. "Wouldn't mind, uh, figuring a way to earn a bit more cash if any extra work comes up."

"I could throw you some overtime if that's what you mean," Brennan replied. That wasn't what Sam meant and he was again frustrated the man hadn't taken the bait to discuss any high-paying illegal activities he was involved with.

Nonetheless, he played along with where the conversation had headed. "Yeah, anything to make a few extra bucks would be great. Gotta support two of us now, until Candace finds a new job," Sam said, figuring it couldn't hurt to throw in Andy's request of wanting to get more involved.

"She good with numbers?" Brennan asked.

Sam took a moment to think. He didn't know the answer to that, but figured J.D. wouldn't know that about Candace either. "Not sure. She's smart though, might be good with numbers or quick to learn," he responded.

"I might have a job for her. I need someone to help in the office, maintain the books. It's a part of the job I hate. Why don't you bring her in tomorrow and we can chat," Brennan suggested.

Sam nodded and continued to eat his lunch. Getting eyes on Brennan's financials was a huge advantage for their operation. They could see where his money was coming from and who he was paying. It would give them an indication of where his criminal activities were focused. Sam fought back a smile as he thought how fantastic this was.

After lunch, Sam was assigned to unload a truck that had come in that morning. When he had seen the shipment on the list, he had been suspicious because the name of the company was very similar to a gang from out west known for gun trafficking. When the guy he was working with was distracted, Sam took a peak into one of the crates he had just unloaded. Hoping to find illegal weapons, he was disappointed when the crate only contained car parts.

It took all afternoon to finish unloading the shipment and none of the handful of crates Sam checked out contained anything other than car parts. He left the warehouse frustrated that yet another day had gone by without finding evidence against Brennan.

Andy could tell something was bothering Sam when he returned to the apartment, so she pulled him over to the couch with her. "Wanna tell me about your day?" she asked. He explained his frustration about the latest shipment and going another day without making any progress.

As she sat next to Sam with her feet curled under her, Andy rubbed his shoulder and listened as he started thinking out loud about the possibilities. Maybe the car parts were stolen. Maybe it was a legitimate shipment from the gang to hide the next illegal one. He went on for a few minutes with various theories before stopping to look at Andy.

"It doesn't matter. Bottom line I found nothing today. Again," he said. He cupped Andy's cheek with his hand and she leaned into his touch.

"We will," she said confidently.

Sam smiled, amazed at how much faith she had in him. "In better news, you have a meeting with Brennan tomorrow."

"What? How?" A look of shock flashed over her face.

"It came up that he was looking for someone to help out in the office, work on his books, and I volunteered you," Sam replied.

"His books? This is great. We'll get to see where all his money is going," she said, excitedly.

"Yup. I didn't know if you were comfortable working with financial information, but took a chance," he said, hopefully.

"Yeah, I can handle it. I've never worked with a company's financials before, but it can't be that difficult, right? I can fake it. Oh my god, Sam, this is great," she said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Just be careful poking around. Look for anything out of the ordinary, any large amounts coming in or going out," he suggested.

Andy nodded and started thinking about what type of accounting system he used and hoped it was easy to understand. Finally she was getting more involved and feeling useful to the operation.

"We're missing karaoke night at the Penny tonight," Andy said the next morning as she made the bed while Sam got dressed.

"You're telling me you'd get up there singing?" Sam asked, a doubtful look on his face.

"Well, I'd have to be good and drunk, but sure. As long as I didn't have to sing with Dov. I've heard him sing before," Andy replied, laughing as she thought about the time she went over to his and Chris' apartment to hang out and heard Dov singing in the shower.

Andy fluffed the pillows before throwing them on top of the comforter. "Would you sing?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Really?" Andy asked full of surprise. She never pictured him getting up in front of a crowd and singing. When he didn't immediately respond, Andy kept talking. "What would you sing? Who would you sing with? Oliver? Me?"

As if needing to quiet her barrage of questions, Sam finally spoke up. "I'm kidding. I wouldn't sing."

"I know you wouldn't, you're too cool," she said, smirking.

Sam snorted and then walked over to circle his arms around her waist, pulling her close so her back was flush up against him. "Hey, I do a lot of things, alright. I cook, I clean, I'm good with tools, I'm an excellent driver," he said.

"You ever wish we were normal?" Andy asked out of the blue.

Sam looked down at Andy, but couldn't see her expression from this angle. "What do you mean? We are normal."

"You know what I mean," she said, tilting her head so she could look at Sam's face. "Here we are living together, but not really since this is all fake. We're acting like we only met a few days ago and hiding two years of knowing each other, caring about each other. We're in this little bubble, with no friends, no family, making nice with a criminal every day." Andy spoke fast, not stopping to take a breath until she was finished.

Sam wasn't sure where this was all coming from. "My feelings for you aren't fake, Andy," he said. "The rest…the rest is part of being undercover."

"Mine aren't either, my feelings I mean. Still, part of me wishes we were normal," she said, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. "But, how are we gonna do that?"

Sam placed his hands on Andy's to still them and then tugged gently to turn her so she was facing him. He hadn't planned to do this, especially right now while they were undercover, but then again he wasn't a planner. He acted spontaneously, on gut instinct, so he went with what he was feeling. "What if I asked you to move in with me when we're finished with this assignment?" he asked.

"I'd say that sounds pretty normal," she responded softly.

"So, wanna try being normal together after all of this?" Sam flashed his dimples, hoping she'd like his idea.

Andy's lips slowly curved into a smile. "I guess it's a good thing we missed the appointment to see the condos."

"We could always reschedule, you know, buy a new place together. We don't need to live in my apartment," he suggested.

"I don't care. As long as I'm with you, I don't care where we live," she said, her grin reaching ear to ear.

Sam lowered his lips to hers and suddenly couldn't wait for the UC job to be over. He pulled back, realizing they needed to get to the warehouse so Andy wasn't late for her meeting with Brennan. "We should go," he said.

Andy looked over at the clock and refocused on the job at hand. "I can do this. I can convince Brennan to hire me," she said, speaking more to herself than Sam.

"Yes you can. You're going to be great," he said as they grabbed their coats and walked out the door.

When they got to the warehouse, Sam took Andy to Brennan's office before heading off to start loading one of two trucks that had to be on the road by noon.

"Candace, glad you could come in," Brennan said, as he waved for her to sit in a chair in front of his desk.

"Thank you for suggesting it to J.D.," she said, forcing her hands to stay calm and not fidget with her clothes.

"I've always hated accounting so I just need someone to handle it for me. My books aren't complicated, so you don't need any official experience." He paused, looking down at a paper on his desk. "I know you have a record, but as I've told J.D. I can look past it as long as you stay clean on the clock."

Andy nodded, not surprised he had checked up on Candace's background. "Absolutely. It was just stupid mistakes when I was younger."

"Have you ever worked in accounting before?" he asked.

"No, sir. But I'm good with numbers and I learn quickly. I can do this job."

"Okay, we'll make the next couple days a trial. If you don't like it or you're not working out for me, it's over. No harm done. Otherwise, you're hired fulltime," he explained. "When can you start?"

"Now," she replied, smiling.

"Okay, let's get you set up," Brennan said, getting up from his chair. He led her to a small office next to his that was filled with file cabinets. There was barely enough room to fit the chair and desk, which was empty except for a computer and a couple pens on it. He turned on the computer and hovered over Andy as he explained where she could find his financial records. He briefly explained his system and showed her where invoices and bills were kept before leaving her to get familiar with everything.

She split her time between actually doing the work and searching through the massive amount of information for clues. She was lost in it when a knock on the open door caused her to jump. "Sorry," Sam said, walking in.

Andy smiled at him. "It's okay, was just absorbed in what I was doing."

Sam raised an eyebrow and Andy knew he was wondering if she found anything interesting. She shook her head. She hadn't made her way through a lot of the records yet, but nothing was raising a red flag so far.

"Ready to go?" Sam asked. Andy looked at her watch and couldn't believe it was after 5pm already.

"Wow, this day flew by," she said, closing the files and shutting off the computer. She slid her arm through Sam's as they walked out of the office. "Let's go home."

The days passed by with Sam and Andy working in the warehouse day after day and occasionally meeting Brennan and others at the bar for drinks. Just over a month had gone by since Sam walked into their cover apartment for the first time and he didn't have any more evidence now then he did that day. Sam's gut had been telling him something was wrong, but when he finally voiced his concern to Boyd days earlier, the detective seemed uninterested. Sam was good at his job – he had repeatedly uncovered evidence to take down criminals in record time – but Brennan was a hard nut to crack. And after weeks of working on Brennan's books, Andy hadn't found a single shred of evidence that he was paying, or being paid by, criminals. None of it made sense.

Andy watched Sam as he stared into space and barely nibbled at the pizza he held. She knew the look on his face meant he was trying to sort through something and it was better to let him work through whatever it was he was thinking about. So, she ate in silence for ten minutes before he finally spoke.

"Something's not right," Sam said, tossing his half-eaten piece of pizza onto the paper plate.

"What do you mean?" Andy asked, gently prying.

He picked up the pizza again, but quickly tossed it back and got up to pace the room.

"Sam, what do you mean something's not right?" she asked again.

Sam sat back down and took a swig of beer. "Brennan's not back in the life and I'm not even sure he wants to be. We're chasing shadows," he said, rubbing a hand over his face. "What was it he said to you about his wife and kid?"

Andy thought back to the discussion she had when Brennan told her she was good for J.D. "He said Maggie and Gracie were his world. That they changed him for the better, made him a good person," she said. "Then when he mentioned the accident, he said something about fighting back his demons and honoring them by being good. He started not making much sense at that point, but I figured it was just the alcohol starting to talk."

Sam thought it over for a bit, staying silent as he took a couple bites of pizza. Andy was trying to piece together his thoughts, but she was left confused. "Sam, what's going on?"

"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Boyd said he had information that Brennan was getting back into the life. That his wife and child getting killed put him over the edge, sent him back into his old life."

"And you don't buy it?" she asked.

"He's done a lot of horrible things and I would love to be able to finally pin even just one death on him, but he's like a new man," Sam said, finishing off his beer.

"So, what do we do if we can't get anything on him?" she asked as she began cleaning up the table.

"If he won't invite me to partake in any criminal activities, then I'll just have to invite him," Sam responded, getting up to help.

"And how are you gonna do that?"

"Boyd gave J.D. a boat. I didn't have any use for it until now, but I'll let on that I'm moving drugs through it. See if he bites," he said.

"Sam, there's something else Brennan said about his wife and daughter. I don't know if it means anything, but…" She played with the dishtowel, wringing it with her hands. Sam stared at her, urging her to continue. "It's just, today I commented on a beautiful photo of them on his desk and he started talking about them. He said something about the accident not even being an accident. Like he thought someone killed them."

Sam thought for a moment, trying to recall the details of the accident report Boyd had included in the files they reviewed prior to going undercover. "I don't remember much about the accident," he admitted.

"The accident report was nearly empty. You were gone by the time I noticed it. But it wasn't even a lazy report. It was incomplete," Andy explained.

"What did Boyd say about it?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said sheepishly. "I was afraid to talk to him about it. Thought he'd see it as me not knowing what I was doing and prevent me from coming. I should've said something."

Sam stood in front of Andy and rubbed his hands up and down her arms to comfort her. "There's nothing we can do about the accident report. All we know is what it says, that they died in an accident," he said.

"So we just assume it's accurate?"

"For now, yes. We can check it out after this is over, if you want," he suggested.

Andy thought about the photo of the beautiful woman and child, and nodded. Brennan might be a criminal, but if his wife and daughter were killed by someone they deserved justice.

Later that week, Sam and Andy were hanging out with Brennan at the Alpine Inn. They had decided on the way over that tonight was the night Sam was going to bring up the boat. After about an hour, Andy offered to get the next round of drinks, giving Sam an opportunity to talk to Brennan alone.

"So, I, uh, got this boat," Sam started.

"Oh yeah? What's her name?" Brennan asked.

"God's Good Grace," he answered, recalling the name from the file Boyd gave him.

"Must be hard to enjoy this time of year, with the lake being frozen," Brennan said.

"Yeah, well, I use it for other activities." Sam gave him a pointed look before continuing. "It's been pretty profitable of late and I was, uh, wondering if you wanted in on any of it."

"And why would you want me to take some of your profits?" he asked with a suspicious look on his face.

"You've been good to me. And Candace. Thought I could return the favor," he replied. "The product's great, right up your alley," he said, when Brennan hesitated.

Brennan looked over to where Andy was waiting for drinks at the bar and then back at Sam. "And she's okay with this hobby you've got going on?"

"She likes the cash that buys her fancy clothes and pretty jewelry," Sam said, grinning.

"You know, J.D., if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a cop trying to bait me into something." Brennan smiled and chuckled. "I'll think about it."

The uneasy feeling in Sam's gut was hidden by the smile he forced on his face as Andy returned with their drinks.

Sam called Boyd when they got back to the cover apartment. "You need to pull us out," he told the detective.

"Hold on there Sammy. What's wrong?"

"Something's not right. I've got a feeling. You need to get a plan together to pull us out," Sam instructed.

"Wait. Wait. We're not rushing into anything here. Talk me through what's been going on," Boyd said.

Andy watched Sam pace the room for the next 20 minutes while he talked to Boyd. She could tell he wasn't getting the response he wanted and she was proven right when he hung up and threw his phone at the couch.

"He won't pull us," Sam said, looking at Andy. "He thinks I'm worrying over nothing." He walked over to the kitchen table and leaned back against it.

"And what do you think?" she asked, walking over and reaching her arms around his neck.

Circling his arms around her waist, he pulled her closer. "I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "I just don't like Brennan's response tonight. He laughed like he was joking, but I don't know." Sam exhaled and pressed his forehead to Andy's.

"So, we stay. Give Brennan time to take you up on the offer," she suggested.

"And be even more careful. I don't want you going anywhere alone." Sam pulled his head back so he could look into Andy's eyes so she would know he was serious.

"We'll figure it out Sam. We will." He smiled at her optimism, but the nagging feeling in his gut wouldn't go away.