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Chapter 12

The pounding on the door woke Sam and Andy, and Sam pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes to shake off the grogginess. He was comfortable with Andy curled up next to him and didn't want to get out of bed, so he yelled towards the door asking who it was, hoping it was some solicitor he could just ignore. When Brennan responded, Sam looked over at Andy as he got out of bed.

"What the hell is he doing here on a Saturday morning?" Andy asked, concern and worry hinting through her voice.

Sam shrugged in confusion and flipped on the cameras as he heard Brennan pound on the door again and say "Coffee's getting cold, open up J.D." He walked down the stairs and opened the door. Still not fully awake, Sam didn't have time to notice Brennan wasn't holding any coffee before he was pushed backward as Brennan walked in and slammed the door behind him. Andy heard the commotion on the stairs, and by the time she heard Sam say gun, she was already reaching into the nightstand for her gun and jumping out of bed.

When Brennan and Sam reached the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, Andy was holding her gun out straight in front of her. "Drop the gun Brennan," she said sternly. Sam continued backing up into the apartment, his bare feet matching each of Brennan's steps forward.

"And I'm supposed to believe an insurance agent knows how to handle a gun? I don't take nicely to having cops in my business, so I can't let either of you leave here alive," Brennan said calmly.

"Cops? What are you talking about boss?" Sam asked, playing dumb.

"God's Good Grace," he replied simply.

Sam wondered what the boat had to do with Brennan thinking they were cops, so he continued to play dumb. "My boat? Look man, I needed some extra cash so I can buy Candace her big house with a white picket fence. I'm smuggling and dealing, but I'm keeping it out of your warehouse."

"Funny thing about that boat of yours. The name sounded familiar so I checked it out. Turns out your boat just happened to be owned by a guy who ran heroine up the coast until it was seized by the police a year ago. I imagine the police still own it, isn't that right officers?" Brennan looked back and forth between Sam and Andy.

Andy took her eyes off of Brennan's gun to look at Sam and as they had always been able to do, they had a silent conversation and she knew she had to distract Brennan. "Killing two cops, that's a lot of jail time. You'd probably never see the light of day again," she said.

Brennan stared at her as an evil smile crept onto his face. But he remained silent.

"It'll be obvious to connect the dots. Our colleagues aren't stupid," she continued. It was working, and Brennan kept his attention on her, which allowed Sam to inch toward him slowly.

"How many murders have you been able to pin on me? Zero. Why? Because I'm good at covering it up," he said.

Andy looked at him, dumbfounded at his cockiness. "Wow. I guess you really are as stupid as I thought you were."

"Pissing me off isn't going to make me kill you any faster. In fact, slower and more painful is sounding better and –" He was cut off as Sam knocked the gun out of his hand. Andy took steps closer as the two men fought, but she had no clear shot to get Brennan without risking hitting Sam.

She watched Sam take a hard hit to the face, before he elbowed Brennan in the head, which dazed him enough for Sam to toss him to the ground and pull his arms behind his back. With a knee pressed down firmly on Brennan, Sam nodded to the kitchen. "Rope, under the sink," he said between breaths.

Andy kept the gun in one hand as she retrieved the heavy rope from the kitchen and brought it over to Sam. He tied Brennan's hands tightly and asked Andy to toss him his cell phone. Still in her pajamas and barefoot, Andy stood over Brennan with her gun pointed at him in case he dared to try and move.

"Ouch, you're killing my back man," Brennan mumbled.

Sam responded with increased pressure from his knee. "You're breaking my heart," he said as he held his phone up to his ear and waited for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Swarek, what the hell are you doing calling me this early on a Saturday?" barked the voice on the phone.

"You might want to check the cameras Boyd. We have Brennan under arrest for attempted murder of two cops. Get someone over here now," Sam said.

"What the hell happened?" Boyd screamed. "You weren't supposed to arrest him. The operation wasn't over yet!"

"Did you miss the attempted murder part of what I said? Just get over here," Sam replied. Annoyed, he hung up before waiting for a response. Sam shook his head. Boyd was most definitely not his favorite person right now.

"You okay?" Andy asked, looking at the cut on Sam's cheekbone.

"It's fine." Andy recognized that tone of voice and knew he was annoyed. Not at her, but annoyed enough that she remained silent.

"You're gonna pay. Someone's gonna pay for what happened to them," Brennan mumbled, his face still pressed into the floor from Sam's weight on him.

"Shut up," Sam hissed.

"What, ya gonna kill me and cover this up, just like them?"

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about, so just shut up. You tried to kill two Toronto Police Officers, so you're going to jail for a long time," Sam said, shifting even more of his weight onto Brennan.

Less than half an hour after Sam called Boyd, Andy heard the door open, followed by several footsteps on the stairs. Boyd appeared with two members of his team. He nodded to the two guys to take Brennan and they replaced the rope with handcuffs. Once he was out of the room Boyd walked over to Sam and Andy who were now standing shoulder to shoulder.

"One of you care to tell me what the hell happened here this morning?" Boyd demanded.

"What the hell happened?" Sam repeated Boyd's words as he backed him up against the wall. "You almost got us killed!"

"Me? Don't blame me if you and your sweetheart here screwed up. Don't even, because, look, you and your rookie – "

Sam didn't let him finish, clenching his fists as he stood face to face with the detective. "Her name is Officer McNally and two years on the job she's already ten times the cop you'll ever be. You're done," he said.

"Don't threaten me Swarek. I could have both your badges for screwing up this operation," Boyd said, pointing his finger in Sam's face.

"Don't even go there. You're the one who gave me a boat seized in a high profile drug arrest. Not to mention the fact Brennan isn't back in the life and there's no indication he was even thinking about it. I told you to pull us a week ago." Andy could see Sam's anger growing by the second, and as he clenched and unclenched his fists she was afraid he'd hit Boyd. Not that she wouldn't love to see that, but they couldn't give Boyd anything to use against them.

She walked over to Sam and placed a hand on his back. "Sam, don't," she whispered. "You're better than him."

He released a breath and backed away from Boyd. "Get the hell out of here Boyd," he demanded. "We'll finish this at the station."

Boyd looked smugly at Andy and Sam, before turning and walking out of the apartment. The room echoed in silence and they remained still for several minutes before Andy spoke. "Sam," she said and waited for him to turn around to face her. "What you said, you're right, but he's not the one we need to convince. We need to prove it to Best."

"I got us into this. I trusted Boyd. We got lucky. Brennan could've killed us," he said, and stormed off to the bathroom, flipping the switch for the cameras to the off position on his way. Andy knew there was no calming him down right now and went into the kitchen to make them coffee. She heard the shower turn on as she put two bagels in the toaster.

She was sitting at the table eating one of the bagels when Sam walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. The shower had helped clear his mind and he smiled at Andy who was licking cream cheese off her fingers. "What?" she asked when she noticed Sam staring at her.

"Save any cream cheese for me?" he asked, teasing her about the ridiculous amount of the stuff he knew she plastered her bagel with.

"Maybe," she smirked.

He pulled on boxers and jeans before he sat across from Andy, where a bagel and a cup of coffee sat waiting for him. He stopped spreading cream cheese on his bagel and looked deep into her eyes. He couldn't vocalize what he wanted to say. To thank her for stopping him from doing anything stupid with Boyd, for knowing when he just needed space, for just being amazing. Andy sipped her coffee, looking at Sam over her mug. She placed the mug down and her lips curved into a smile. Getting up, she made her way around the table and leaned down to place a kiss on Sam's cheek. It was her silent response to his silent thank you. She padded into the bathroom for her turn in the shower.

Once Andy and Sam were fully dressed, they packed their belongings into their suitcases. Making sure they left nothing personal behind, they brought the suitcases down to the car and headed to the station.

Less than an hour later, they sat in Frank's office describing what had happened with Boyd, Brennan and the boat. Sam also shared his suspicions that Brennan was not back in the life and it didn't appear he had any plans to get involved in illegal activities. Frank was less than pleased and notified Jerry to take over Brennan's interrogation for Boyd. As Sam and Andy left his office, Frank was on the phone with someone at Guns and Gangs.

"What happens now?" Andy asked.

"Well, someone will still have to officially debrief us, but you can bet it won't be Boyd," Sam replied.

"Before we head out, I just want to check something at my desk," Andy said. Sam followed her and watched as she sifted through a stack of files and pulled one out. Sam furrowed his eyebrows when she glanced up at him. "It's the accident report," she explained as she sat down. He pulled a chair up next to her.

"It really is empty. How could anyone sign off on this? Why didn't I notice this before?" Sam asked, more to himself than Andy.

"Well, Boyd did pull you under pretty quickly. You didn't get to read the files as thoroughly as I did," she replied. "Maybe he didn't want you to."

Sam flipped through the report again and pointed to a name at the bottom of the last page. "Let's go talk to Officer Armstrong."

They found Giselle Armstrong and, after some persuading, convinced her to hand over the real accident report. As they were leaving, Sam had one more question for her. "Who asked you to cover this up?"

She hesitated, but knew she'd go down for the cover up alone without giving up the detective's name. And it wasn't like she ever wanted to hide the fact a mother and daughter were murdered. But he had been convincing, offering her the promotion to detective. "Boyd, Donovan Boyd."

They drove back to the station in silence. Andy knew Sam was taking this hard. He'd been friends with Boyd, had known him since the academy. And within the last 12 hours he found out his friend had given him a boat that led to their cover being blown and covered up the killing of an innocent mother and daughter. Andy placed a comforting hand on Sam's knee, knowing there were no words that could help right now.

When they pulled into the station's parking lot, they sat in the car looking over the original accident report. "Why would Boyd cover this up?" Andy asked.

Sam looked over at Andy. "The answer lies in who the car seen fleeing the scene belongs to. We need to run the plate. And we need to do this quietly," he said.

They entered the station and sat down at a computer away from everyone else. They didn't want Boyd catching wind of what they were investigating before they had a chance to get as much evidence as they could. Sam punched the plate into the system and in less than a minute a name popped up. Shawn Elmore. Andy didn't see the connection, but Sam did.

"Brennan killed his brother. The accident was revenge," he explained.

"Why cover it up?"

"Elmore is part of the JMC gang. The last few months Guns and Gangs has made a lot of progress into shutting down their activities, more progress than they had in years. My bet is Boyd covered up the accident in exchange for information about the gang," Sam said. He rubbed his hand over his face. He was tired, mentally more than physically.

Andy was putting all the pieces together. "And I'm sure this hasn't hurt Boyd's position within Guns and Gangs." It was a statement more than a question.

Sam took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair.

"Great job getting Brennan," Jerry said, coming up from behind and surprising them both. "You guys see any of the interrogation?"

"Nah. Just tying up some loose ends before we head out," Sam replied. "Brennan give you anything?"

"Well, he, uh, apologized for trying to kill you two. Said something about getting caught up in the fact cops killed his family. We're not sure what that's about yet," Jerry replied. "We're waiting on his lawyer now."

Andy looked over at Sam as she bit her bottom lip. Sam glanced at the accident report lying on the desk and then back up to Jerry. "You may want to hold off on more questioning," he suggested. "There's more to this than we know."

"Sammy, what aren't you telling me?"

Shaking his head Sam got up, grabbing the report. Andy followed him as he headed to Frank's office. In a similar scene to hours earlier, Sam explained what they had found about Brennan's family's accident and how it was connected to Boyd.

"I'm going to forward this information to my contact at Guns and Gangs. Detective Anderson has already started an investigation on Boyd after I spoke to him this morning," Frank said.

"So, what happens now?" Andy asked.

"I want you two to go home for the rest of the day. Be back here at 9am tomorrow to meet with Anderson. He'll be debriefing you on the UC operation and likely have questions about the information you've just given me," he replied.

"And Boyd?" Sam asked.

"He'll be suspended or put on desk duty while the investigation is completed. After that, I can only guess, but it doesn't look good," Frank replied.

They thanked Frank and saw him waving down Jerry as they left his office. Before they could make it out of the station, Boyd cornered them.

"What the hell did you do? I'm off the case, can't interrogate Brennan. I've been called back to headquarters!" Boyd screamed.

Sam took a deep breath and Andy felt his hand grasp hers tighter. "You got yourself into this mess, not us."

"I warned you if she screwed up this operation I'd have her badge. And I will," Boyd threatened.

Within seconds, Sam had Boyd slammed against the wall, with one arm across his neck and a hand gripping his arm. "Don't ever threaten her or me. You get that? You screwed up. You're the one who's going to be losing his badge." Sam slowly released his hold and backed up to where Andy still stood. "Let's go," he said, placing a hand at the small of her back.

Boyd stood against the wall stunned as Sam and Andy walked out the door.

Later that night Andy was going through a pile of papers on Sam's coffee table. Most of it was junk mail and magazines, but then she came across brochures for the two condos she had narrowed her choices down to before the undercover operation. She stared at the brochures for a moment before a voice from behind the couch startled her.

"I meant what I said while we were undercover," Sam said. "You know, when I said I want you to move in with me."

Andy smiled. "I did too. I mean, I want to move in with you."

Sam sat down next to her and glanced at the condo brochures before looking back at Andy. "Do you want to live here or take a look at those condos you liked so much?" he asked. He put his arm around her waist, pulling her further back on the couch and toward him.

She leaned into him as her eyes fell back on the brochures. The condos were nice and she had liked them both a lot, but she also liked Sam's apartment. Andy wasn't sure what to do. She didn't want to force Sam into something. Sam could see the hesitation on her face, like she didn't want to say the wrong thing, even though there was no wrong answer in his mind. He slid his hand to the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out her phone. "Call the realtor," he said, waving her phone in front of her.

"Sam, you're apartment's great. We don't need to move," she said.

"So, we'll keep it as an option…along with these two condos and whatever else we think of. Call her," he replied, not taking no for an answer. She took her phone and slowly looked through the contacts for the realtor's name.

"Are you sure? We really don't need to find a new place." Sam nodded and sent a pointed look toward her phone.

A few minutes later, she was excited to learn from the realtor neither condo had been purchased yet. Sam couldn't help but be happy at the smile that erupted on Andy's face at the news.

"Do you really want to move into one of the condos?" Andy asked. She was skeptical he wanted to move out of his great apartment and wondered if he was doing this just for her.

"I'm open to it. More importantly, I want a place that is ours Andy. Not mine. A place where we can build our future together," he said.

Andy liked the sound of that, our future. "Who would've guessed you were so sweet and sentimental," she playfully teased.

"Don't let that get out or I'll never live it down," he said, flashing his dimples.

"Hmm, it makes for good blackmail." The smirk on her face was quickly replaced by laughter as Sam started tickling her.

THE END