Thank you so much for all of the support and reviews. You guys have been absolutely awesome. This chapter definitely isn't one of my favorites, but it did get some serious Andy/Sam time in. I promise they will be dancing next time!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or Bon Jovi (my mom would be so proud I'm using them, it's our favorite mother/daughter band!)

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~~~Nikka~~~~

He never even thought twice about it. Sam knew that he had to go see Andy, at least make sure she was alright. He just had to reassure himself. Callaghan was worked up about her getting hurt, and deep down, Sam blamed himself, more so because Luke had gotten so upset. Exhaling outside of her apartment, he saw the light on to what he knew was her living room. Reaching over and grabbing the bag full of Chinese take out from her favorite restaurant, Sam headed up the steps, smiling at Andy's neighbor who upon recognizing him let him so he wouldn't have to be buzzed up.

He stood for a moment outside her door trying to collect his breath. With his eyes closed he could hear the music pumping in her apartment. It was older rock and he hear her voice too. Sam strained for a minute trying to discern her conversation, he really had hoped he got there before Callaghan came over trying to make amends or even Traci. Listening a listen bit more closely, he could only hear Andy's voice and he smiled. She was singing, Sam couldn't resist, he didn't even try to knock, he just reached for the door handle.

He was mildly surprise and quite a bit concerned that the door was unlocked and opened without resistance. Sam was even further annoyed that despite having her door unlocked Andy never even noticed that the door had been opened and he was standing in the door way, leaning against the frame. He watched trying to tame his concern and annoyance at her inattention, but couldn't help but be enamored by the sight in front of him.

Andy was dancing around her living room in a tank top and shorts, singing Bon Jovi's "Living on a Prayer" for all it was worth. He laughed softly as he drank the sight of her, tossing her hair around and singing into her hairbrush.

He couldn't resist it anymore, Sam simply had to join in on the fun. Quickly closing the door, he set down the take out and walked quickly over to her with a soft smile playing at his lips. He grabbed her wrist and spun her around barely getting out of the way of the fist that that accompanied her spinning around to face him. He reached up to grab it effectively encasing both wrists in a firm grip.

"Sam!"

"McNally," he replied evenly trying to keep his face neutral despite the mirth that flashed in his eyes.

A blush started creeping up from under the neckline of her shirt and she looked up at him questioningly, "What are you doing here?"

He looked into her eyes searching for any trace of pain or guilt from Callaghan's outburst earlier. His eyes flicked over to the food at the door and back to her, "I came to check on you, I heard Callaghan earlier, and saw you leave."

Instantly her eyes widened and she cast them to the floor, her embarrassment obvious and the color spreading to her cheeks. Sam's anger at Callaghan flashed again. He really should be pissed at me. I'm the one with the feelings, I'm the one that will probably push things over that line if she lets me. Hell, I'll be running and trying to drag her with me.

His hand went to her chin as he tilted her face up to his so he could look her in the eyes. He saw the pain there, and the self doubt. Ah, hell. I'm really about to do this again.

"He was worried about you McNally."

She sniffled a bit and her jaw set in his hand. "Yeah, well he shouldn't. I'm a cop, Sam. It was my fault, I was wasn't paying attention, and I paid for that. You could have gotten hurt because I wasn't paying attention, or Chris, or Shaw."

Sam let out a breath and brought his forehead to rest on hers. "It was my fault McNally. I shouldn't have let you lose focus. It's my job to make sure that you are alert at all times or at least snap you back to attention when you aren't concentrated on a task."

"Sam," she closed her eyes. "It doesn't work like that, I made a mistake."

"You're a rookie, I won't let you make a mistake like that again. I won't let you get hurt because I didn't have my head in the game."

"Sam, you can't protect me from everything you know," she replied weakly.

"I can try," his voice was nearly a whisper. "But, I know my best shot is teach you how take care of yourself even when you should be safe."

They stayed that way, eyes closed, foreheads resting against each other. Just when the silence was about to get awkward, the music changed. "Had Me From Hello" began playing out of her speakers and Sam smiled at the irony of it. Not one to let the moment slip by him, he pushed her slightly away from him before bringing her back this time in a dancing stance that they learned from their class.

"Dance with me McNally," he asked in a husky voice.

Sam was almost relieved when laughed and and came further into position. Both managed to keep amusement off of their faces as they waltzed around her living room. Occasionally looking down at their feet to be sure of the steps, by the time the song ended, neither could contain their laughter, especially when Andy's stomach growled.

Sam let go of her and headed towards the food laughing all that much harder when she began yelling at him about finding amusement in her starvation before digging into the Chinese food Sam had brought.

A few hours and more then a dozen beers drank between them Sam decided it would probably best if he headed home. Andy a bit tipsy, protested, not wanting Sam to walk home took his keys and began to run away from him. Sam couldn't help but feel carefree and chase after her.

Over the furniture, around a few chairs, in and out of rooms. They were like two kids having fun. When at last, Sam had her cornered, he walked slowly towards her. He was like a jungle cat, taking long languid steps towards her. His face meant business and for a moment, Andy McNally was a little bit afraid of Sam Swarek.

All that she knew was that she had to get rid of the keys if she wanted to save herself. Without thinking her eyes darted around the room, and landed on a vase on top of her bookshelf. Andy tossed the keys and almost felt relief when she heard them clatter and fall in.

Sam turned to look at her in disbelief. He walked over to the shelf and tried reaching up. Even on tip toes, Sam was a just a bout an inch away from reaching the vase on the back of the shelf. "Really McNally? I know I'm not short, but how am I supposed to reach that?"

She laughed remember that she and Traci had to borrow a step ladder from her neighbor to reach that shelf. "Turn of the century built ins Sam, not sure what was built on them was supposed to be reached."

That didn't stop him from scowling though. They may have been getting along lately, maybe they had even been moving in the direction that Sam had been desperately waiting for, but sometimes, he still wanted to strangle her. Isn't that part of the fun?

"Up." His tone brooked no tone for argument as he went to stand by the edge of the shelf. She looked at him mouth gaping, not really sure what he was up to. He rolled his eyes at her before lacing his fingers together forming a basket at he bent forward and looked back up to the shelf. "Step up McNally, I don't have all night and we do have somewhere to be in the morning."

Andy rolled her eyes at Sam but knew it was better to not argue with him especially when he used that particular voice. She stepped into his hand with both her hands on his shoulders to balance her as he lifted her slightly. Andy only took her hands off Sam's shoulders when she was up high enough to reach the vase. She had it in her fingers ready to pull it down when her phone starting ringing startling them both.

Andy jumped clearly startled and being to wobble loosing her balance. Sam had only that momentarily inkling that this was going to get ugly before you came crashing down on top of him. It took a moment for both of them to catch their breath. Sam's mind instantly snapped to trying to figure out if she had hit her head again while they were trying to spring apart from each other.

"Really McNally, jumping me twice in two days?" he stated with a nervous quality to teasing tone. "It's like you can't get enough of me."

Andy's retort was cut short by the phone ringing again and she chose instead to reach for it. "Hello?" The caller was clearly male, and very loud. Sam got up and reached down to take the vase that had miraculously not been broken out of her other hand and retrieve his keys.

"No, I'm not coming down its already after midnight," she sounded exasperated and Sam surmised that it must be Callaghan on the other line. The voice on the other end was getting louder clearly in disbelief that she wouldn't cave in.

"No don't come get me, you've been drinking. I'm going to bed, Luke, maybe another night," her voice was beginning to sound tired and small as he kept trying to railroad her into meeting him out.

"I'm going to bed, and then I have plans in the morning," she paused. Sam's breath suddenly caught in his throat. Was she going to tell Callaghan about their plans. His inner monologue was cut off when he heard her words, "My dad."

Sam couldn't really register the emotions that shot through him. There was definitely despair, definitely relief at not having to do another dance with Callaghan, or excitement that their dance lessons would remain their little secret amongst their friends for now. Her conversation had ended and she was apologizing profusely to him about lying to Luke. "He gets so ridiculous at the mere mention of you lately, I didn't want to give him cause."

"It's okay," he stated but I am gonna get going. Scouts honor, I wouldn't drive if I wasn't okay."

"Good night Sam," she said as she walked him to the door.

"Night McNally," he said softly,but then he reached out to catch the door before she could close it completely. "Lock your door."

She looked at him questioningly and was about to ask when he begin again, "I didn't get in by accident you know, I just walked right in, you didn't lock the door."

The surprise registered across her face followed by a bit of a blush. "I guess I wasn't paying much attention today at all."

"That's why you've got me," he teased , "to make sure if you forget something that I point it out, and make sure you don't forget it the next time."

She smiled at him and bid him good night and thank you again.

"Any time Bon Jovi, any time." His grin was rewarded with a darkened blush and widened eyes as he pulled the door shut. He waited patiently in the hall until he heard the dead bolt lock and her chain slide into place. Only then did Sam Swarek head down the stairs with a smile on his face and anxiously await tomorrow morning.