I know I haven't updated this story since last year, but even though I knew where it was going, something was missing so I didn't know how to get them there. So, I'm going to improvise for now. And quite frankly, the reason I decided to update this story was due to a very kind review which made me realize that people do enjoy my writing.

This is my second try at this chapter, due to the fact I forgot Andy's eggo was preggo, so she was unable to be drunk n' donuts.

Also, since I don't seem to personally PM each one who reviews (my bad), I just want to say how truly happy it makes me to know people actually like my writing.

And instead of writing, I have made a few pictures of Sam/Andy scenes featured in promos or the show. I'm not sure if I should post them somewhere on my profile?

My pets and I are fine, as I am down to two dogs and a cat. Maibe, who was half of Sam's dog's personality, is no longer with us. So even finding a happy medium between the two dogs I combined is difficult with missing one.

Without further-a-do, After Burn, chapter 8.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue

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"Andy," Sam warned, "Go to bed." Andy jutted her bottom lip out, pouting. Something he usually found adorable, but his patience was running low. The wedding was fun, and overall he had a great night. Until the drive home, that is.

Andy had accidentally let it slip that her ex boyfriend was not only back in town, but out of jail. And not just any prison, the same one Callaghan was in. As soon as he caught on and asked how she knew, she stated that he had called her and asked to meet up. And ended it with that.

He knew she would never cheat or even stray a bit, he was just confused. Were all her exes coming back to haunt her? None of his came back and tried to kidnap and torture and stalk. He had no idea what that was with. It made no sense. It was like that Pilgrim Kid versus the World or whatever it was called. She didn't have seven deadly exes that he had to beat through video game-like graphics.

This was reality. And in reality, guys were crazy about Andy McNally.

His McNally.

And he was unwilling to share with her past boyfriends. Or any other guys for that matter.

"You have to come with me," Andy insisted a moment later, pulling on his arm. Her big doe eyes were pleading, and he knew she was sorry about what had happened. She reached out, her small hand wrapping around his wrist, pulling him to her. She stood on her toes, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He didn't want to respond to it, he was mad at her, but it was Andy. He couldn't not respond. He could feel her smile when his lips slid over hers'. She snaked a hand up his chest, over his broad shoulders, and to the back of his neck, fingers playing with his black hair. He hooked an arm around her neck, pulling her closer. He bent down, changing the angle, so he could kiss her deeper.

He was the one who pulled away first, barking outside alerting him to the dogs which remained in the backseat of his truck. He sucked in a lung full of air, watching her breathe heavily, lips swollen. "I have to get the dogs, then I'll be back," he promised, giving up all energy it took to be angry. She nodded, pulling him down for one last kiss before letting him go.

Down the hall, Sam's senses went into overdrive. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, a sudden wave of suspicion hitting him. Something was off, he wasn't sure what it was, but it was off.

He left the front door open, and the cold air of the night assaulted his flesh, giving him goose bumps. He could hear Molly in the truck, and every few seconds, see her. She was frantic, throwing herself around in the back seat, paws smacking against the window as her head was tossed violently on her neck. Blood curdling barks and screams filled the small cab.

He ran to the truck, something was very wrong with the dogs. He cupped his hands around his face, shielding himself from any outside light. He could finally see the inside clearly to notice Murray huddled on the truck floor. Molly was still screaming, not noticing her worried father at the window.

Sam ripped open the front door, scaring Molly, who froze on the spot. Sam took it as a good sign, slowly grabbing the handle, which was concealed by the drivers' door, and pulled the door open. He reached in slowly, as not to startle the dog; that appeared traumatized for some reason.

As soon as he touched her chain collar, she snapped, lips curled, teeth barred. A low, guttural sound came from the back of her throat. Sam was scared. Not just scared, but terrified. Not once has he seen the dog like this; so rabid, so scared.

"Molly," he said cooly, trying to calm her down. Molly's hackles were raised, as she backed up in front of the puppy. Sam knew that his tries were futile, the dog wasn't going to calm down. He sighed, ready to take action.

Out of nowhere, Sam reached out, grabbing the dog by the collar and scruff, tearing her out of the truck. He fell into the lawn, Molly on top of him, growling and clawing. He wrestled her so he was on top of her, pinning her to the ground, asserting his dominance.

Murray crawled out of the truck, scrambling through the open door and into the house. Sam stood up, hand still clamped on the rabid dog's scruff. He pulled her into the house behind him, up the stairs, and into the upstairs bathroom. All the way she howled and barked, snarling and struggling. Sam didn't know what was going on, but until he knew where the puppy was, Molly was remaining in the bathroom.

Andy appeared at the bottom of the steps, puppy at her side. Her eyes were glazed over, but she was clearly worried. Sam stepped down one step, looking into her eyes, warning.

"Take Merdock, put him in our bedroom and close yourselves in there until I get her into the spare room. I'll call the vets tomorrow morning and take her in, something's wrong, Andy. Stay in the bedroom and I'll be right there," he instructed. Andy was confused, but tapped her hip and walked to their room, puppy following. As soon as he heard the dog close, he placed his forehead to the door, listening. It was silent, minus the heavy panting.

The knob squeaked as he pushed the door open, the light blinding him momentarily. Once she was in view, Sam took a good look at the dog. She huddled herself in the bathtub, quiet, eyes large and frightened. She was visibly shaking, paw tapping on the bottom of the tub. He slid through the crack of the door and the wall, being loud enough so Molly could hear him, quiet enough not to make a scene.

He closed the door behind him, reaching out slowly, then stopping. "Molly," he called, "C'mere girl." She gingerly stepped out of the tub, making her way to him slowly. He sat down to her height, legs crossed. She stood with her front legs on his crossed ones, clouded brown, blue and white eyes staring into his. Her eyes were something else. They were normally clear, though, instead of the clouded shade that dulled them.

He pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her head, before standing up. She struggled at first, but then gave up, lying limp. He walked down the stairs, dog bouncing with each step, and then standing in the spare room. He dropped her into the crate, closing the cage door so she couldn't escape.

Once he left the room, he made his way back outside to see if something had spooked the dog. Outside, it was dead silent, cars could barely be heard. He turned on his phone, using it as a makeshift flashlight, and trailing the fence. He stopped when he came across the gate door, which had swung open. Too tired to investigate, he made a mental note to tell Jerry tomorrow, closed the door, and reentered the house.

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"She okay?" Andy asked, once Sam had entered the bedroom. She sat on the bed, puppy half in her lap, half sprawled on the mattress. Her eyes were wide and she obviously heard everything. He stared into her brown orbs, seeing a mix of emotion; fear, fatigue, blame.

"I don't know. Something had her spooked to the point she turned on me. Or maybe something biological. I don't know. The fence was open, so maybe we had raccoons." Sam explained, reaching a hand out to cup her jaw.

Andy stood abruptly, Murray falling off her lap, and began pacing. Her eyes were wide and she kept running a hand through her hair, messing it up. She had already stripped down and was wearing one of his shirts. "I'm sorry," she apologized, "this is my fault."

Sam stood grabbing her wrists and stopping her pacing. "Andy, what happened?" Now his anger began flaming again. He felt bad about turning on her, but she knew something he didn't. And it was important that he knew.

"Kevin," she stated, eyes watering.

"Who the hell is Kevin, McNally?" he demanded, grip tightening on her wrists. She didn't flinch, so he knew he didn't hurt her.

"He came back in town and he threatened me and he must've gotten to Molly somehow. Oh my God, Sam. What if he poisoned her?" she exclaimed. He removed his hands from her arms, cupping the back of her head, pressing his lips to her hair in reassurance. Her fingers wrapped around his forearms, leaning into his touch.

"The vet isn't opened, so we'll wait out the night. I'll take her in first thing," he promised. He let go of Andy, removing his shirt, and then pulling his belt out of their loops. He noticed she hadn't said anything, so he gave her a once over as he removed his pants. He could tell she wanted to say something, so he gave her an expectant look.

"Can I come?" she asked, voice weak and barely above a whisper. She refused to make eye contact, opting to focus on Murray, trailing her fingers over the folds in his face. Sam thought about it for a moment, not sure if he wanted her to accompany him at the moment.

"We'll see," he said, "Now, I'm going to check on her, and then you can explain to me about this Kevin character, got it?" Andy nodded, a stray tear falling down her check. Sam grasped her face, kissing away the droplet. He whispered his love for her, kissed her lips, then left.

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Sorry, I know this was short and had really only one scene. It also included little Sam/Andy, but it's in preparation of the next chapter. I'm still figuring out what to do with Molly, but for now I'm keeping her.

Hope you enjoyed, r&r