I am very sad to say that this story only has a few more chapters left. The reviews so far have been awesome! You guys really inspire me. I hope I didn't cross too many lines making Luke be an ass, but I was feeling a bit mean. Hopefully you guys like this chapter a bit more than the last!

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~Nikka

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Andy shoved the paper work away from her with a groan. Her muscles were sore, her back was stiff and she was seriously bored. Two weeks on desk duty and doing all of the TO's paperwork to boot had been a mental strain. She was chomping at the bit to get back into the field, but until her doctor cleared her, and Sam and Best said ok, she was stuck riding the desk.

All she had done when she punched Luke was sprain her wrist, although according to the doctor she was incredibly lucky to have not broken her hand. She had to keep her splint on for two weeks and zero movement. When she protested Sam had promptly cut her off and glared her down to the point where she felt the need to gulp. Weren't doctors supposed to protect their patients from further danger?

Andy smiled as she looked up at the ceiling and thinking back to that night at the hospital. Sam had been attentive and gentle. Well, he had been until she started trying to take off the wrist brace and tell the doctor that she was okay for field duty. Then he got a little scary on her. The glare that Sam had steadfastly held on her was not only making her fear him just a bit, but she was getting a bit antsy. The more she wiggled under his glare the more intense it got.

Andy knew that Sam had been seething with anger in the hospital. He was worried about her, despite his anger at Luke. When Sam worried about her, he got angry, she had seen it a few times while she was a rookie. Every time she did something slightly risky or reckless without any thought to herself, he'd become enraged at her. And Sam Swarek could hold a grudge. But what she couldn't figure out that night at the hospital was why he had been so angry at her. She had finally stood up for herself and to Luke of all people. She had simply stopped taking it and took action.

By the time that Sarah and Steven had barged their way into her exam room, Andy had decided that she may just be in physical danger if they left her alone with Sam. From the look on his face when Sarah brushed past him worrying over her like a mother head, the thought of throttling her was looking pretty attractive to him. She really hadn't seen that look from her since right after Ray Swan had choked on the hot dog and made her pay for her naiveté.

Sarah fussed over her hand lifting it to examine it. Despite wincing as Sarah lifted and turned it to inspect it, she had protested that it really didn't hurt and the entire adventure to the ER had been unnecessary. She had almost forgotten about Sam who still stood to the side of the room with his feet shoulder width apart and arms crossed over his chest. Yes, she had almost forgot him and his intimidating stance until he snorted. Her eyes had shot up to his only see the glare firmly in place and not wavering a bit.

Andy had shrank back a bit and was trying to be silent. Maybe if she was silent Sam wouldn't notice her as much. Maybe silence would be seen as compliance and make some of his anger fade a way. It had been worth the shot right?

That vein of thought had been trashed when Andy protested needed anyone to stay with her tonight to make sure she was okay. She was actually worried about Luke despite the fact that he had been an ass to her tonight. She looked up to ask when Sam's low angry voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Do. Not. Even. Think. About. It," he voice ground out and the glare he continued to level on her was making her skin crawl. "He doesn't deserve your concern. Not tonight."

"But Sam-"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, but he had taken his eyes off of her finally. He let out a heavy sigh that he learned meant he was trying to tell himself to stay calm. "Not tonight Andy."

He lifted his eyes to hers again managing this time to not glare at her. "And before you ask, you're not staying alone tonight." His face hardened as he watched her try to open her mouth. "Do not argue with me, you won't win. He's probably won't be released tonight, but you're still not staying by yourself. It's your house with me on the couch, or my house, still with me on the couch, but at least you'll have Sarah and Steve to protect you from me wanting to strangle you."

Andy allowed a small smile to ghost her face thinking about how she had been forced to go home and grab some things and stay at Sam's that night. He had forced her to sleep in his bed, but not before liberally dosing her with the pain meds the doctor had sent her home with. Sarah and Steve stayed with Sam through the night and Steven had went home in the morning to get the kids.

Sarah and Sam had been her like her shadows for the last two weeks. She knew that it bothered him immensely, but he had forced Sarah, their friends, and himself to back off a bit. Despite the difference that Sam had demanded, Andy had always been in eye sight of either one of the other rookies, the TO's or Sam. When off shift, Sam had allowed Sarah to stay with her alone, but only at his place, never at Andy's.

"Earth to McNally..."

Andy broke away from her thoughts and nearly jumped out her skin. She straightened up only to see Sam leaning over the desk smirking at her. She scowled at him and sat up. "Yes Sam?" Her voice was sweet and innocent, but he knew she merely doing it for show.

"Ready to go get that splint off?"

"I can go myself," she responded shortly. Andy knew that she was being stubborn and childish, but didn't want Sam's attention on her because she was injured and he was trying to protect her.

"Not happening McNally," he stated shortly. "Callaghan hasn't come back to work yet, and he hasn't called anyone except for Best, who's not talking." He leaned in and met her eyes, "You go no where alone until I'm sure he's not going to pop up and corner you."

She got angry, but he knew she would. He steeled himself and tried to put on his best poker face. Sam knew that whatever was about to come out of his mouth was going to piss him off. He also knew that she would know it, and that she didn't care, which was going to piss him off that much more.

"He's not going to hurt me Sam," she began to argue and held up her hand to stop him from speaking. "You know him, I know him. He was worked up, that was incredibly out of character for him and we both know that. We haven't heard from him because he's probably embarrassed, He needs time away, just like I did."

He remained silent a minute trying to reconcile what she said with how he felt about the situation. When he had left the Penny, he had been worried about her beyond what he thought he could be. She looked scared and hurt, and ready to run like hell. She'd done nothing wrong but not tell her boyfriend about the dance lessons to keep the peace, but she was the one who was bearing the brunt of the anger that should have belonged to him.

When he saw Luke backing her up against that car and putting his hands on her body he had been enraged. Then he heard what he said to her and what he'd implied about her. That had been the final straw for him. Nothing had made him more proud of her than when she slugged Callaghan, but like all things with this women, nothing was simple. His pride had been tempered by his immediate worry that she had hurt herself.

"For the love of God," a high pitched voice exclaimed. "Would you two quit it already with your brooding battle of wills and stare down matches. You're both idiots!"

Both of them jumped simultaneously and looked startled to see Sarah standing behind them with two dress bags slung over her shoulder. She was actually tapping her foot at them like she was annoyed and they were infringing upon her time.

"Are you ever in St. Catherines any more?" Sam griped at her raising an eyebrow.

"Are you ever pleasant? Or is that so called irresistible Swarek charm really just what you call the female repellent that seems to ooze off of you especially lately?"

Sam's eyes narrowed and he pursed his lips but not before they both heard Andy gasp as she tried. That little noise was enough to focus Sarah's attention on Andy instead of her brother.

"And you," still holding the dress bags over a shoulder, Sarah popped her hip and put her free hand on her hip and glared down at Andy. "If you think you are ruining my pictures tomorrow because your hand is unnecessarily in that splint because you didn't get to the doctor's on time, you will learn how truly painful the Swarek wrath can really be."

Andy gulped and Sam's mouth had gone slack. "Well," Sarah drawled in an exasperated voice, "are you going to sit there or am I going to drag you to the doctors before the rehearsal dinner?"

Andy's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She nearly scrambled out from around the desk and begin to high tail it towards the locker room. "Andy! Don't forget your dress. You can shower and do your make, but you only have 30 minutes to get to the doctor's."

Andy came back embarrassed and snatched the dress bag that Sarah held outstretched towards her and then quickly made her way into the women's locker room, desperate to get away from Sarah as quickly as he could.

"I'm taking her to the doctor's Sarah," Sam said simply resuming his casual stance leaning against the desk.

"No," she said simply. "You're not. You are going to the restaurant to help Steven with the kids and you're going to explain to Mom and Dad why they haven't met Andy yet."

"Sarah-"

"Sam."

Sam Swarek was a smart man, but he knew when he was beat. He spun on his heels and rubbed his face roughly with his hands. He noticed Shaw's smirk and glared at him. "Shut up."

Shaw's laughter erupted and he couldn't help but tease Sam. "I don't know what was in that dress bag, but I could hear those girls screeching about something after your rookie went to change. You're in for it Brother."

"God help me," Sam muttered before slamming his locker shut and headed for the shower. That's exactly what he needed, a cold shower. A nice, long, very cold shower.