Sam seems to have taken over Luke's chapter… how oddly fitting. Except now I'm up to almost 3000 words when the cap was supposed to be 1500 – well in my defense, Luke's part is only about 1500 words. Enjoy! And thanks as always to SairsJ.

Luke but Don't Touch

Sam ducked into booking and pulled the door closed as quickly as he could; holding tight to the knob he held his weight against the entry.

Muffled through the door, they heard Noelle pound once and then. "That was low even for you, Swarek."

"It's all right, Noelle. You can admit it," Sam taunted echoing her earlier teasing.

"Ass," she yelled.

Once Sam was certain she had walked away, he turned towards the duo at the desk.

"You're a brave man, Sammy," Oliver praised. "But you should know better than to piss off a pregnant woman."

"Hey, I was just being honest," Sam defended.

"I'm sure you were. But have you forgotten the first time you came over when Zoe was pregnant with Izzie? You were being honest that night too."

"Oh yeah, shit," Sam recalled. "I don't think Zoe spoke to me for two weeks after that."

"And I heard about it each and every day for those two weeks," Oliver complained. "Please tell me you didn't tell Noelle she was gaining weight."

Sam grinned sheepishly.

"You are an ass," Oliver mumbled under his breath.

"I had to though; she was going on and on about…" Sam paused, not quite sure how to say it or if he even wanted to. "Never mind."

Oliver raised his eyebrow; now that sounded like something he would have to talk to Noelle about later. Of course, he'd have to butter her up first especially after Sam put his foot in it.

"Stop looking at me like that; it was nothing," Sam dismissed. "She thinks no one knows," he explained hoping to change the subject.

Oliver scoffed. "Please. After three kids, I probably knew before she did."

Andy snorted and Oliver glared over at her. "You doubt now, but just wait until you two…"

Sam's jaw dropped as Andy started to choke on her coffee. He recovered quickly though. "When do you think she and Frank will announce it?" Sam questioned, staring Oliver down and daring him not to work with him on this one.

Oliver smirked at Sam as he rubbed Andy's back soothingly. "She'll probably want to wait a bit longer, get past the 12 week mark," Oliver offered knowledgeably. "And I'm pretty sure that the seminar we were all subjected to on office fraternization stalled them a little too."

"Seriously," Andy squeaked.

"Yep, there's three hours of my life I'll never get back," Oliver complained. "Of course, Epstein was busy taking notes; I'm pretty sure he didn't get that they were talking about what NOT to do."

Andy's face had just settled into a deep shade of red when she realized Sam was holding an extra coffee. "Is that for me?" She wondered, anxious to change the subject again.

Sam stepped forward and held the cup out with a grin. "Just the way you like it."

Andy was already taking her first sip when Oliver reached out for the second cup.

Sam pulled it back quickly. "What the hell?"

Oliver frowned. "What? You bring McNally a coffee and nothing for me?"

"Sorry, brother you're on your own," Sam replied before turning to wink at Andy. "Hey is this guy processed?" He asked tilting his head to the prisoner Gail had brought in earlier.

"Yeah, he's all done," Oliver confirmed.

Sam looked pointedly at his friend and the dimples deepened in his cheeks. "Well maybe you can get yourself a coffee after you take him back to holding. I can cover for you if you like," he offered with mock innocence.

Oliver stood up and grumbled about having to get his own drink, wondered if Sam hadn't planned it that way from the start. He opened the cell to remove the suspect and turned to his friend. "Just remember, you're covering me not McNally."

Andy blushed at the obvious innuendo while Sam just smirked. "It's called multitasking," he quipped wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at Andy.

Oliver just rolled his eyes. "Should I leave my tie around the door handle?"

Sam laughed while the suspect was alternating his gaze between the couple and Shaw; he couldn't wrap his head around what was happening here. They were so casual about it all.

"What are you looking at?" Oliver growled.

"Is it always like this?"

"Pretty much," Oliver answered with a shrug.

"Shaw?"

Oliver turned back at his name and knew exactly what his friend was thinking; he waved him off. "Don't worry; I'll take my time," he assured them and he ushered the prisoner out the door.

As soon the door latched closed, Sam sat down on the desk right next to Andy; she was looking away and playing with her pen. He leaned over and placed his hand over hers to still it.

Andy shivered in response. Sam leaned a little further and waited for her to tilt her head up so he could meet her eye. "So, is Shaw driving you crazy? Missing your old partner yet?" He wondered rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

Andy nodded, normally she'd tease him a little but she wasn't sure how much time they had. "Oh yeah. Can't really do this with Oliver," she whispered huskily and started to close the distance between them; all she had to do was push forward a little in her seat and she could probably reach his lips.

The smile on Sam's face was growing the closer she got to him, but he couldn't wait. He was just beginning to lean down himself when the door swung open. Andy froze and Sam just about toppled over; he righted himself quickly though, ready to tell his friend he didn't take nearly long enough. But it wasn't Oliver.

Sam's eyes met Luke's and it was hard to tell who was more surprised. Luke stood motionless with his phone still to his ear. "What? Huh? Sorry, I'll call you back."

He frowned at Sam. He had been walking down the hall when he saw Oliver leave with a suspect. He figured between transferring the man to holding and the inevitable snack break, he should have a good solid five to ten minutes alone with Andy. What he hadn't banked on was Sam beating him to it.

Sam's hand was still on Andy's and Luke looked pointedly at it. Sam could feel Andy tense up but he wasn't going to give in to Callaghan's pressure. He let his thumb trail across the back of Andy's hand again and again until he felt her relax.

Luke didn't appreciate being ignored though. "I'm not interrupting anything am I?" He asked bitterly.

"Would you leave if I said yes?" Sam goaded.

Luke avoided the barb. "I thought you were out on the Expressway today."

"Yeah, well, we finished up and came in to do the paperwork."

"Don't you think you should be getting to it then?"

Sam shrugged, "that's what I have a rookie for." He looked back to Andy who still seemed nervous. "My new one's not as pretty as my last one though," he whispered just loud enough for her to hear it.

Luke watched Andy's cheeks redden and a small smile creep up on her face. "I don't think Best would appreciate…"

"Why don't you let Frank decide that for himself?" Sam interjected.

"Frank," Luke muttered to himself. "Poker buddy, friend, I should have known he'd let you…"

"We did our time," Sam interrupted and let go of Andy's hand so he could stand up; he wasn't going to let Luke drag Best into this.

He took two steps towards the detective, but before he could finish his thought, Dov burst through the door. "Swarek, we have to go."

"I'll be right there," Sam responded his eyes still trained on Luke.

"No, I really think we should go now," Dov urged.

Luke smirked at Sam. "You heard the man."

Sam looked back to Andy and searched her eyes; he wasn't going to leave her alone with Luke if she wasn't okay with it.

Andy gave him a small reassuring smile deciding she might as well get this over with. She stood up and slid her hand down his arm stopping when she could clasp his hand. "Thanks for stopping by Officer Swarek. Always a pleasure," she finished quietly.

He looked her deep in the eye. "Always," he agreed with a nod and then he leaned in next to her ear. "Pleasure… we'll get to later," he promised and chuckled when he felt her shiver again.

Luke cleared his throat but Sam just ignored him. He winked at Andy and left.

Luke waited for the door to latch closed before he turned on her. "You know you're lucky it was me and not the Sarge… or worse, Peck. You know she's floating around here somewhere."

Andy huffed out a breath. She would never describe what the superintendent did as floating; everything that woman did was with a purpose. "I saw her," Andy confirmed flopping back down into her seat.

"Then what the hell were you thinking?" Luke berated throwing his hands out. "Oh that's right you don't think when you're around Swarek." The sarcasm was dripping from his voice.

"I was thinking that it was okay for me to talk with a co-worker, Luke. I'm pretty sure it's allowed."

"He's not just your co-worker, Andy and everybody knows it. You can't be flaunting it around here; you're only asking for trouble."

"We're not flaunting anything, Luke."

He scoffed. "The man was practically on top of you, Andy."

She chuckled humorlessly; she wasn't even going to dignify that with a comment. "Why are you even here? You don't have a suspect," she noted looking around.

"I'm here because I care about you and I just don't think Swarek…"

Andy interrupted; she was indignant. "You came to lecture me about Sam?"

"I was hoping I wouldn't have too. I thought you were alone and I just wanted to talk to you. But then I see…"

"You didn't see anything Luke."

"I'm not stupid Andy. And I still care what happens to you."

"You gave up the right to care when you jumped into bed with Jo."

"We were going to be married Andy. I can't just turn that off."

"You managed just fine when you were at the Edinboro," she taunted.

Luke blew out a breath; this was not going how he had planned. "We need to get past this, Andy."

"We don't need to do anything."

Luke had closed the distance between them and reached out to touch her hand, but she pulled it away quickly. She grabbed the pen again to keep her hands occupied.

Luke shook his head. "Andy, I only want what's best for you."

"Well you don't need to worry; Sam's got that covered."

And if she was honest with herself, he had for awhile. She spent a lot of time thinking while she was off and she realized that she had been blind to a lot of things. Sam had said it himself he was there when it mattered. And when she truly thought about it, it always mattered, every second, every hour, of every day and she wouldn't have it any other way.

"If he did, he wouldn't have put you in danger like that," Luke reasoned. "He thinks he can just charm his way out of anything. Well his charm didn't help him this time did it? It almost got him killed and could have gotten you killed too."

Andy shook her head. "First of all it was Boyd that put him in danger."

"Andy," he cautioned.

"Whatever, Luke. I know that I didn't help matters."

"Just be careful," he warned reaching out again.

Andy slid her chair back away from him trying to gain some distance when Oliver opened the door. Luke noticed his hands were empty. "Don't you need a coffee or something?"

Oliver looked over to Andy and could see the gratitude in her eyes. "Nope, I'm okay right here. You know my wife has been trying to get me to cut down so..."

He walked over and slipped back into his chair sliding it in between Andy and Luke, creating a barrier. He felt Andy's hand on his arm squeezing her thanks.

"Was there anything else Detective Callaghan?" Oliver asked in mock innocence.

Luke looked around the senior officer. "I won't just stand by and let him…"

"Yeah, you will," Andy challenged leaving no room for argument.

After blowing out a loud breath of frustration, Luke spun on his heel and headed for the door. The second it clicked shut, Andy turned to Oliver. "You are a life saver."

Oliver shrugged. "Yeah well, Serve, Protect and Frighten Boyfriends; it's my new mantra."

Andy tilted her chin and gave Oliver the eye. "He is not my boyfriend."

"You know what I mean; it's good practice for when my girls get older. Besides your real boyfriend gave me the heads up."

Andy tried not to grin at that. She wasn't sure which she was more pleased with Sam looking out for her or thinking of him as her boyfriend. A faint blush colored her cheeks. "Oliver…" she started softly deciding she should probably correct him; she and Sam hadn't discussed any of this.

Oliver held up his hand; he knew it was true whether they admitted it or not. "Sorry McNally; your words mean nothing to me. Now if you want to talk coffee…"

Andy giggled; she loved Oliver. "One sugar, no cream?" She confirmed standing up.

Oliver grabbed her wrist as she went by. "Not yet. Wait till we're sure he's gone. Not for fifteen minutes."

An unintentional grin was starting to spread on Andy's face. "What?" Oliver asked in confusion.

Andy just sat there grinning from ear to ear lost in thought.

Oliver's phone beeped while he was still shaking his head. Women. It was a text from Sam. 'Well he looks a little worse for wear. Was that you or Andy?'

'You mean MCNALLY?'

'Funny. Yes McNally.'

'Where is he?'

'Just slammed his office door. Looks like he's in there pouting. How's she?'

Oliver looked over at Andy and she was still in a daze; he frowned, still completely confused. 'Got some stupid grin on her face.'

Sam was trying to decide if this was a good thing or bad thing when Oliver continued. 'Don't think it's about him though. She WAS happy to see him go, but started grinning when I told her she had to wait for fifteen minutes to make sure he was gone.'

Sam smirked to himself, definitely a good thing. 'Thanks.'

'Yeah well, you owe me a coffee.'

'What you're not making McNally get you one?'

'Didn't say that.'

'Consider it OUR thanks.'

'Joint presents already Sammy?'

'Ass.'

Sam scrolled up to a different contact. 'I hear you got fifteen minutes to kill. I'm pretty good with that. Wanna meet in the file room?'

Andy was pulled from her reverie when her phone vibrated in her pocket. She slid it out of her pocket and then had to fight Oliver off from trying to read it over her shoulder. When she grinned again, Oliver knew he was right in thinking it was from Sam.

Andy contemplated for a moment. 'Better make it twenty,' she typed in.

She stood up. "Where you headed McNally?"

"Um, I uh…"

Oliver watched as her face flushed and decided to let her off the hook; he liked seeing her happy and Sam too. "Just make sure you do come back with my coffee," he advised. "I'll call you if anything comes in."

Andy surprised him by coming over and giving him a quick hug. "Thanks… for everything."

After stalking back to his office and slamming the door, Luke sat at his desk staring out the window not really seeing anything until movement from the right caught his eye. He watched Sam as he made his way out and down the hall. When he reached the door to the file room, Sam looked back at Frank's office. Satisfied that the Sarge was occupied, he pulled his gaze away and it landed on Luke. Sam held his eye for only a second before twisting his head quickly away and ducking into the room.

Before Luke could return to the pile of paper he had shoved aside on his desk, he saw Andy come out of booking. She took a quick look around before following in Sam's wake.

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his pen in his hand. He was tempted to let Best know they were in there, but Sam would know it was him and then what would Andy think. No, he had to let it be. He just had to hope that Swarek screwed it up on his own.

Luke huffed out a single chuckle. Who was he kidding? Swarek wasn't going to mess this up. He'd been waiting in the wings for too long. Hell, he put his job on the line for her, maybe even his life.

Luke couldn't help but wonder if he would have done the same. Would he have given up his job up for Andy? Risked it all? Would she have done it for him?

He wasn't sure in either case, but the answer was clear when it came to Sam. She would and she had. He would and he had.

Yeah… it was time to let it be.