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"You can't be serious," Sam groaned.

"I am," Andy responded, with a nod of her head. "Deadly,"

"I hate shopping, I feel like that's something you should have guessed about me." he said as flipped the eggs he was currently attempting to cook. It was something she had assumed, but that hadn't dulled her optimism.

"I'm sure you need some new clothes too, you have, like, two pairs of jeans." she said, eyeing one of said jeans that he was currently wearing. Although, she didn't care to pay much attention to what jeans he was wearing when the upper half of his body was delightfully unclothed, as it was this morning.

"I like them," he grumbled.

"Come on, if you do this with me we can do something fun that you like to do on our next day off." She paused for a minute, thinking. "Wait, what do you like to do besides pretending to be notorious drug dealers?" she asked teasingly, as she walked over to where he stood by the stove

He laughed sarcastically at her teasing. "I can think of something I love to do that doesn't involve buying clothes," Andy raised her eyebrows, interested. He smirked, "Doesn't involve clothes at all."

She smiled, but rolled her eyes. "Sam, I'm being serious."

"Oh, so am I." he grinned smugly. "Deadly," he said, copying her previous words.

"Besides," he continued. "Can you really see me as the kind of guy who carries his girlfriend's bags as she shops?"

Girlfriend, she sighed inwardly, her heart fluttering at his words. They hadn't officially defined their relationship yet, but just hearing him say those words made her realize just how much she wanted this. It had been a long time coming, but finally she was right where she wanted to be.

"Girlfriend, huh?" she asked, as she absent mindedly rested her hands on either side of his waist.

"Um, yeah, I just thought, I mean I assumed," he stuttered, running his hand through his messy hair. She smiled, she liked seeing his vulnerable side, it was a side that she, or anyone for that matter, rarely saw.

"Sam, I'm just teasing," she said, putting him at ease. He breathed a sigh of relief and she leaned forward to give him a peck on the lips. She walked over to the counter and rested her elbows on the granite, watching him as he made them breakfast.

"Well okay then," Andy said, resigning herself to the fact that he wasn't going to give in. "Damn, I guess I'm going to have to pick out my new bra and panties all by myself." she shot him a flirty smile, hoping he'd fall for it.

He almost dropped the egg he was currently plopping on to a piece of toast. He turned around to face her, his eyebrows drawn together. "You're bluffing,"

She shrugged. "I guess you'll never know, will you?" She walked back over to him. She traced a finger up and down his chest and he watched her, with raised eyebrows. She leaned in capturing his lips, licking his bottom lip, her palm now resting on the defined muscles of his abdomen. Just as he was starting to get into the kiss she pulled away, and leaned behind him, grabbing the plate of eggs and toast. "Thanks for the eggs,"

She smirked, flipping her hair and walking over to the table, loving her new playful side.

"Damn you, McNally," he growled, and she just laughed in response.

After showering and getting ready Andy headed out the door, teasingly telling Sam that he had missed his chance to watch her try on lingerie. She kissed him briefly, telling him she'd see him later. As she pulled out of Sam's driveway she dialed Traci's number on her cell.

"Hey Trace, I'm just leaving now. Do you want me to come pick you up?"

"Sure, that'd be good."

"Alright, I'll see you in a few minutes." Andy said, as she maneuvered the busy Toronto streets.

Andy pulled up in Traci's driveway and a few moments later Traci came walking outside.

"Hey," Andy greeted her friend as she slid into the passenger seat. "Cute outfit," she said eyeing the dark skinny jeans and clean cut black blouse.

Traci smiled. "Thanks,"

"So, Yorkdale or Eaton Centre?" Andy asked.

They both pretended to think about it for a minute, and then they said simultaneously. "Eaton Centre,"

They both laughed, they always picked the Eaton Centre. There was always something going on there because it was downtown, and it was always fun to get a couple drinks afterwards.

They shopped for most of the day. Andy finding a great pair of jeans and some heels at Guess and Traci bought some much needed clothes for Leo and a purse for herself. No lingerie for Andy today, that had been purely to torture Sam. Andy also couldn't resist buying a shirt that she saw in the window of a passing store, knowing it would look great on Sam.

"Wow, you guys must be getting pretty serious, buying each other clothes." Traci commented as the cashier rung up Andy's purchase.

"Oh, he wouldn't buy me clothes. That would involve him stepping into a mall." she laughed good naturedly, his dislike for shopping wasn't something she was going to hold against him. He was a man after all, what could she expect?

Andy relayed the story of this morning, telling Traci how she'd pretended she was going to be shopping for lingerie. Traci laughed appreciatively.

"I bet that piqued his interest, eh?"

"Oh yeah," she said laughing and rolling her eyes at the memory.

Andy was so caught up in her story that she barreled head on into a man walking in the opposite direction.

"Shit, I'm sorry," she said, stepping back.

"No, it was my fault," said a familiar voice.

She snapped her head around, seeing familiar blonde hair as Luke crouched down to pick up her bags.

He straightened up, handing her her bags and she mumbled a thanks.

"Andy," he said, looking surprised.

"Hi," she said, trying to avoid eye contact.

"How are you?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Good," she answered shortly, not returning the line of questioning. Honestly, she didn't really care how he was.

He shifted nervously and cleared his throat. He pointed to her bag. "Did you buy something for your dad? He doesn't strike me as the type to wear Jack and Jones." he chuckled, no doubt trying to keep the mood light.

Now it was Andy's turn to feel uncomfortable. As far as Luke knew she was staying with her dad, and it was fine by her if he continued to assume that. It wasn't that she was ashamed of her relationship with Sam, not in the slightest, but she didn't feel it was any of Luke's business. She really didn't want him to know her on a personal level anymore. They had to interact at work, that was inevitable, but that was it, she wanted to keep it a strictly professional basis.

"No, not for my dad." she answered.

He looked confused for a minute and then the comprehension dawned and his smile slipped away. "Oh," she could see the hurt plainly written across his face as the pieces of the puzzle clicked together. "So, do I know him?"

She groaned. "Luke..can we not do this? Like ever?"

"Don't you think I deserve to know?" he asked, and she hated the self entitlement in his tone.

"No, I don't think you deserve anything. Now if you don't mind I'm hanging out with my friend." Before he could say anything else she stepped around him, leaving him to watch her walk away.

After they had rounded the corner, Traci put her hand on Andy's shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Andy nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she answered honestly. "I'd just rather not see him any more than I have to. I mean it's bad enough I have to see him at work, you know?"

"Yeah, it must be hard," Traci sympathized.

Andy nodded again, but she didn't really want to talk about Luke. "So, do you want to go dinner then a few drinks?"

"You know it,"

Sam's cell phone rang and he grabbed it quickly, glancing at the caller ID.

"Where the hell have you been?" he asked, his voice coming out harsher than he intended.

He never thought of himself as one of those overprotective men that had to know where his girlfriend was at all times, but she had him worried. She said she would be home for no later than 8 and it was now well past 12. After his many years of experience dealing with sick and sadistic criminals he was imagining every possible, terrifying scenario. None of them had been pretty.

"Calm down Dad," she said, giggling like mad.

Sam rolled his eyes, she was drunk.

"You're drunk," he accused.

"So? What you've never been drunk before?" he rolled his eyes again at her stupid question. "Maybe you should try it sometime; it might loosen you up some. You're always so tense and serious,"

"Maybe I'm tense because I was fucking worried about you." he hissed.

"You were worried about me?" she giggled again. "How sweet,"

He groaned, clearly he wasn't going to be having any coherent conversations with her tonight.

"Where are you?" She told him the name of the bar she was at. "Don't move, I'm coming to get you." he said in a tone that left no room for discussion.

Sam circled the block a half a dozen times and finally found a spot a few blocks away from the bar. He walked quickly, pulling his coat tighter around him to protect from the harsh winter winds. He opened the door to the bar and looked around his eyes searching for Andy. He found her by the bar, talking to some burly looking guy who was much too close to Andy for his own good.

He walked over to the bar quickly, his jaw clenched. As he got closer he heard more telltale giggling and Beef Neck, as Sam had nicknamed him, moved in closer. Sam pulled Andy away from the douche bag, probably with a little more force than was necessary.

"Let's get out of here," he growled into her ear.

Suddenly Beef Neck was upon them. "Hey Andrea, is this guy bothering you?" Andrea? Sam fought the urge to laugh out loud. Nobody ever called her Andrea.

As he stepped into the light Sam saw his admittedly, not hideously unattractive face, but the guy couldn't have been more than 22. He was probably still in college, but Sam could easily beat the shit out of him, even if he did have a neck that was as thick as a tree trunk. Not that he would do that or anything. He couldn't see Frank saying serve, protect, and beat up college Frat boys. Although he was sorely tempted when he saw Beefy's reach his hand out towards Andy.

Andy was still giggling, apparently not having registered his question, so Sam answered for her. "No, I'm not bothering her. I'm taking her home, since clearly she's wasted. And you'd be smart not to stand in my way." Sam added menacingly.

He snorted, not moving an inch, proving that intelligence was not one, of his undoubtedly many, redeemable qualities. "What are you gonna do old man? Beat me with your cane?"

Sam let out a breath of disbelieve. The younger generations kept getting more and more disrespectful, it was an atrocity. He registered what he was thinking, God he did sound like an old man, complaining about the next generation.

"You better move your ass, College boy before I arrest you for obstruction of justice." This, of course, was total bullshit, but something told Sam that this guy didn't focus on his studies too much.

"I'm so sure you're a cop," he snickered. "You're probably just some pervy old man that wants to take a hot young girl home. Well guess what buddy, I saw her first."

Sam could not believe the audacity of this kid. He really wished he didn't have Andy to take care of right now, because he would be pounding this kid's face in for talking about Andy like she was some prize to be won.

"Just try me," Sam dared him. "Believe there is nothing more I would love than to handcuff you and put your cocky ass behind bars."

Andy chimed in then. "You can handcuff me officer," she laughed, like this was the most hilarious thing she had ever heard.

Okay, he was getting her out of her, now. He moved past Beef Neck supporting Andy on his shoulder. Beef Neck's arm shot out, landing on Sam's arm. In a flash Sam let go of Andy making sure she was steady and whirled around, twisting the perp's arm behind his back.

"Ow!" he shrieked, in a very unmasculine fashion.

Sam brought his other hand back around and slapped on the handcuffs that he always had on his person for times such as these. Sam frisked him, under the pretense of looking for weapons, but Sam knew he wouldn't have any. What he was really hoping for was...Aha!

"What have we here?" Sam asked smugly, pulling a small plastic bag out his back pants pocket.

"Dude, that's not mine," he whined, seemingly now convinced that Sam was indeed a cop.

"Doesn't matter dude, it was on your person, so therefore I'm taking you in for possession. Should be a fun story to tell all your Frat buddies how you spent the night in jail." Sam was gloating, but he didn't care about professionalism at the moment, this jackass deserved it.

"No, I can't spend the night in jail!" he whined again, all traces of toughness vanished into the night air.

"Let's go tough guy," Sam looked around, suddenly aware that every eye was on him. "It's alright, I'm a cop,"

This apparently was the only solace everyone needed, as they went back to their dancing and body shots. Sam called into the station, knowing he wouldn't be able to lead the kid and support Andy all the way back to his car. Also he didn't want to deal with this fucking idiot any longer.

The whole time they were waiting the idiot talked his ear off about how his father was a lawyer and how he was going to get Sam arrested for assault. He went on and on with his empty threats, apparently getting back some of his tough guy mojo. Sam rolled his eyes in relief when Diaz and Epstein finally pulled up.

"Took you long enough rookies," Sam said, not in the best of moods.

"Sorry sir," Diaz said, always the people pleaser.

Andy waved from her perch on the curb. "Hey guys!" she called out energetically.

Dov watched her with amused eyes. "Andy, are you drunk?"

She held her thumb and forefinger a quarter of an inch apart. Sam rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that night, only a little my ass.

Dov laughed. "Awesome,"

"The suspect, Epstein," Sam reminded him, a little more rudely than the situation called for, but he really just wanted to get this night over with.

"Right," Epstein said, still chuckling to himself.

After Epstein and Diaz took off Sam helped Andy to her feet, and led her to his car. Not trusting that she wouldn't get in trouble in the time it would take him to pull his car around. She was pretty trashed.

"So, where is Nash, anyways?" Sam asked as he was driving home, it finally occurring to him that she had been alone.

"Oh, she left just before I did. She took a cab, and I said I was going to call you."

Sam was pissed that Nash would leave Andy at the bar all by herself, vulnerable to all the creeps that populated the downtown area. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and Andy brought her hands to his. She had sobered up slightly since they left the bar.

"You're mad," she stated.

He didn't answer, of course he was pissed. She said she would be home at 8 and she didn't call for 4 hours, in which time he had been worried sick about her, and then he gets to the bar and she's flirting with some steroid munching, football playing moron.

"Please don't be mad," she pouted, stroking his hand with her thumb.

He removed her hand, placing it back in her lap. "We'll talk about this tomorrow Andy, when you're sober."

They didn't talk for the rest of the ride, except when he asked her what she wanted as they went through the McDonald's drive through. When they finally pulled into his driveway it was close to 2 am and Sam was exhausted. He was definitely not looking forward to shift tomorrow.

Sam helped Andy up the stairs to his bedroom and she asked him to help her get into her pajamas. He took off her clothes and her bra, his eyes sliding over her practically naked body, he may be mad at her but shit, he was a man, and she had an amazing body. He pulled his shirt that she always slept in over her head and they made their way to bed. Sam's head hit the pillow, his back to Andy, and he knew he would be asleep in minutes.

"I love you," Andy whispered behind him, unsurely. "I'm really sorry,"

He sighed, not quite ready to forgive her. "I love you too," he responded and then succumbed to a much needed sleep.

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