Yes, it's finally done! I know many of you have been patiently awaiting this, but I just wan't feelin' it this time and I think it's because chapter 3 didn't get as many reviews as the other chapters. Why? I don't get it... Reviews=motivation, people!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue, sadly.

Andy's in the middle of cleaning out her refrigerator when Sam finally knocks on her door around one in the afternoon. She's been nervously running around her apartment doing busy-work in the time she's been home from breakfast with her dad, trying to distract herself from the imminent conversation with Sam. First she did laundry, straightened up her living room, and then finally decided on tackling her fridge. Overbuying at the grocery store never turned out very well when she was hardly home to eat.

She's been jittery ever since her third cup of coffee – trying to cure that hangover – and she realizes now that she probably should have stopped drinking after the third cup, maybe even after the fourth. Hopped up on caffeine is not how she wants to have this conversation with Sam at all. She needs to be serious and focused. Yeah, that's not gonna work very well, she thinks.

She bounces over to the door and swings it open to find him standing there, hands tucked in his pockets. She runs her eyes down his body to his shoes and then back up again, taking in his appearance. He's wearing his usual fare, jeans, a gray thermal and his leather jacket.

Andy can't help but think of all the times she's opened the door to him like that.

(Usually they'd exchange grins before she would reach forward, grab his shirt and pull him inside. The activities were always fun after that. Andy's slightly disappointed that this is not one of those times…)

"Hey," he says, waiting for her to let him in.

She silently curses the universe for giving him such good looks. Then again, it's very rare that his looks are a bad thing. It's just today that makes Andy hate them, how's she going to stay mad at him when he looks like that?

She's snapped from her daze when Sam clears his throat. She blushes a little and opens the door further to let him in. She turns around and starts to walk into her living room but stops when she realizes that Sam's not following. She looks over her shoulder to catch him staring at her kitchen.

"What?"

He turns his head and smirks at her, "Doing a little cleaning?"

Andy furrows her brow for a second before she remembers the refrigerator door hanging open and half of its contents sitting on her island in the middle of her kitchen.

"Oh, yeah. It uh, it just needed to be cleaned out, so…"

Be calm, Andy, be calm.

She walks over to it and starts putting the things away and jumps a little when she hears Sam clear his throat right next to her. She glances around the refrigerator door to find him leaning up against the counter with his arms crossed, staring at the ground.

He looks into her eyes as he begins speaking. "Andy, I..." he waves his arm a bit and she catches his smell drifting over to her. Oh god, why does he have to smell so amazing? She knows he's struggling here, and she can't help but notice how cute it is when he can't find his words. No Andy, she tells herself, you need to work this out before you jump him.

"Okay, if we're going to do this then you need to go stand over there." She cuts him off and points to the other side of the island, a serious look on her face.

"Why?" He asks, amused confusion taking over his features.

Andy puts her hands on her hips. "'Cause all of that is going to distract me," she says waving her hand up and down the length of her body.

He laughs, "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously. And don't laugh at me, jerk."

Sam holds his hands up in surrender, complies and slowly makes his way to the other side of the island, still chuckling to himself. "I get it, I get it. Can't keep your hands off me."

Andy rolls her eyes, "You wish, buddy." She can't even stop herself from grinning, knowing she's been caught. She places her palms on the counter and looks at him expectantly, "You were saying?" She prompts, her expression now serious.

"Right, yeah." He clears his throat. "Andy, I'm sorry. I know I was supposed to fight for us, for this, and I didn't. And there's no excuse for me walking away, and you have no reason to forgive me, but I'm hoping you can give me another chance."

Sadness returns to Andy's eyes, the memories of heartbreak resurfacing in her mind and she gives him a non-committal shrug.

She breathes in deeply before looking down at the counter, "Every couple only gets one break up, so I need to know that you're in this for the long haul, that you're not going to leave again when the going gets rough, that you're going to stay and work shit out with me. Because honestly, Sam, I can't handle you leaving again."

"I'm not going to," He replies softly.

Andy shrugs and holds her hands up, "How do I know that for sure, Sam? How do I know that in six months or a year or whatever when something else happens that you're not going to leave again?"

Sam is silent and breaks their gaze to look down at the counter. She grabs a bottle of mustard beside her and turns around to put it back in the fridge.

Sam mutters something so quietly that she almost doesn't hear it. Andy's hand freezes as she shuffles some things around on a shelf in her fridge. She slowly turns around to find him staring at her, his gaze heated from across the kitchen.

"What?" She asks hesitantly.

"I said I'm not going to leave because I love you." He tells her, louder this time, still a bit hesitant to say it out loud.

"Sam, those are just words at this point. I mean, it's nice to hear, finally. But I can't do all the work for this relationship anymore."

She closes the doors to the fridge and starts to walk away, but he jumps in front of her and cuts her off at the end of the island, his hands raised in front of him.

"Okay, you know what? You don't have to do anything. I'm gonna do it all, I'm gonna do everything, okay? I'm gonna show you, every single day until you say yes. I'm gonna make you dinner, take out your garbage, I'm gonna walk your dog – "

Andy shakes her head slightly, "I don't have a dog," she says quietly.

"Then let's get a dog. Labradoodle, mutt from the pound, I don't care, let's bring him home and call him Boo. Boo Radley, I've always liked that name for a dog."

She gives a little smile at that and bites her bottom lip.

"Okay look, I was talking to Oliver yesterday and he didn't know if he should go back to Zoe or not. And it made me realize that sometimes the best thing is the thing you had. Andy, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I will continue to fight until you realize that I'm one hundred percent in this until the end."

Andy honestly has no idea what to say to that, her eyes dart around the room as she tries to keep it together. Sam grabs her hands and takes them in one of his and cups her jaw with the other, forcing her to look at him.

"You were right when you said that I'd never said it to anyone else before. Honestly, it still scares me saying it now to you. But I promise to make you feel loved every day we're together, because it's true Andy. I love you so much."

Her bottom lip quivers slightly and all of a sudden her eyes feel watery as tears spring to her eyes. She had told herself that she was going to stay strong for this, come hell or high water, but this man. She doesn't even know what she wants at this point, all she knows is that she removes her hands from his and wraps them around his waist, pulling him in tight for a hug as she buries her face in his neck. She sniffles a little as silent tears start to make their way down her cheeks halfway before absorbing into his t-shirt.

Sam wraps one arm around her shoulders and threads the other through her hair. He pulls back a little to place a soft kiss to her forehead and tilts her face up towards his. He moves his hand from her back to cup her jaw and caress her cheek with his thumb as he stares into her eyes. After seeing silent permission in her gaze, he leans down and kisses her gently.

He bumps her nose with his when they break apart and Andy bites her lip.

"Okay," she whispers.

Sam almost doesn't believe her words. He looks into her eyes, both of his hands now cupping her face.

"You sure?" He questions, his voice low and rough.

She flicks her gaze away from his for a second and then brings it back before she starts to nod, a small smile on her face. "Yeah."

Andy hooks one of her hands behind his neck and pulls him back down for another kiss. While the last one held the promise and love for each other, this one definitely holds passion. Sam brings his hands to grip her waist as they kiss and he lifts her up to sit on the kitchen island so he can reach her better. Andy runs her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and smiles into the next kiss before his tongue dives into her mouth as he deepens the kiss.

They stay like that, lazily making out, for several minutes before they break apart for air. Sam places little kisses on her forehead and across her cheeks as she hums.

"Mm, I've missed you," she whispers.

Sam meets her lips once again in a short kiss. "Likewise."

Andy chuckles a little and pulls his face back toward hers. She knows it'll take a lot of work to get them back on track, but right now she's content to just start by losing herself in him.

Alright, that's it! It's done! I hope you all enjoyed it. I might do a series of oneshots following this story, but who knows, I guess it just depends on the level of demand I get from readers.

As always, review, review, review!