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Sam laid in bed less than 5 hours later, wishing he could just throw his phone across the room so he wouldn't have to hear the incessant buzzing of the alarm. He groaned and rolled out of bed, deciding he needed coffee if he was going to make it through this day. He padded down the hall, running his fingers through his hair, and yawning. He put on a pot of coffee and went to have a quick shower.

Sam stepped into the shower, closed his eyes and he tried to pretend he was still sleeping as the water cascaded down his body. But the events of last night flooded his mind, keeping him firmly grounded in reality, not allowing him to slip back under the blissful haze of sleep. The image of Andy flirting with that idiot from the bar popped into his head. Usually he wasn't the jealous type, but just seeing Andy touching that Cro-Magnon beefcake had him steaming out the ears. The first thought that had flown into his mind was; mine. Which he realized was totally archaic and over possessive, but now that he knew what it was like to be with Andy he couldn't even stomach the thought of her being with anyone else.

And he knew it was terribly clichéd, but he found himself thinking, I've never felt this way about anyone before. But it was true, nobody had ever made him feel the way she did, nobody had ever elicited the same reactions from him, and Sam Swarek had certainly dated his fare share of women over his 40 years. Women definitely had a thing for cops, of course it didn't hurt that he was good looking and charming. Not his words, words of women past trying to convince him that they didn't like him just because of his uniform. Not that it mattered to him either way, whatever they had to tell themselves to get to sleep at night.

Sam shook his head to clear the thoughts, remembering he had to get ready for work still. He got out of shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked back to his room, his hair dripping behind him, and pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans. When he got back in the kitchen the coffee was finished and he poured himself a large mug of the steaming liquid, thanking God for its invention.

As Sam was drinking his coffee Andy stumbled into the kitchen, looking utterly miserable.

He couldn't help smirking as he asked. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I've been better," she said with a grimace. She sat at the table, and rested her head in her hands.

Sam poured a cup of coffee and waved it under her nose. She looked up and smiled. "Thanks,"

He just nodded, and then looking at the time on the stove said, "You should probably go get ready, or we're gonna be late for work."

She nodded, but didn't make a move to get up. She really wanted to talk to him about last night.

"Sam, listen, about last night.." she started.

He interrupted before she could say anything. "McNally, really, we have to leave in 40 minutes at the latest. You should go get ready, we'll talk later."

He walked out of the kitchen and towards his room before she could say anything. She groaned and dropped her head back on the table. She felt like someone had dropped a bowling ball on her head and Sam was pissed at her and didn't even want to talk about it. Great, this was going to be a fantastic day.

Ten minutes after Sam had wanted to leave he was still standing by the door waiting for her to join him.

"McNally, let's go!" Sam shouted up the stairs.

Usually they left for work separately, on account of Andy's chronic lateness. She always got to work racing to get her uniform on and dashing to parade just before it started. Sam on the other hand liked to get to work a few minutes early, change into his uniform, talk to his friends, and grab a coffee. But seeing as Andy had left her car downtown last night, they had no choice but to leave together. This seriously screwed up Sam's morning routine, which combined with the lack of sleep and Andy's behavior last night, didn't put him in a particularly cheerful mood.

He tapped his fingers against the door frame impatiently, checking his watch again. For a second he debated leaving and letting her call one of her friends for a ride. Traci usually always ran late too, she of course had the excuse of having to get her son up and ready for school. But he quickly decided against it, it was a jackass move. Although, so was making him late for work.

He decided to give her one last warning. "McNally, seriously if you're not down here in two seconds.."

She bounded down the stairs a tube of some sort of makeup in her mouth, a shirt pulled halfway on, and tying her hair back. If he wasn't in such a bad mood it might almost be comical. She groaned when she got to the foot of the stairs.

"Oh God, definitely should not run today unless absolutely necessary."

She pulled her shoes on and grabbed her coat out of the closet. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I know you hate being late."

He didn't say anything, just raised his eyebrows and grabbed his keys off the table.

He started up his car and turned the heat on. Andy put over the vents, rubbing them together for warmth. He quickly backed out of his driveway, knowing he was going to be breaking a few speed limits on the way to work..

Andy was sick of the silent treatment. So she went out for a couple drinks? So what? She felt like he was over reacting a bit, but she wanted to keep the peace.

"Thanks for coming to pick me up last night. Sorry if I woke you,"

He looked away from the road and shot her an incredulous look. "That's why you think I'm mad?"

She shrugged as if to say well isn't it?

"Andy, you said you'd be home at 8 and you didn't call to 12."

"Okay.." she said still not understanding. "I didn't know I had to check in with you."

He shook his head in disbelief. "Do you know how many times I've almost lost you over the last couple years? I don't think you understand how much you mean to me. God, I was going crazy last night imagining every worst case scenario, that someone that has almost killed you in the past came back to finish the job."

Oh, so that's what this was about. She'd never realized how much her actions on the job affected him. And yes some of the situations she found herself in were just pure shitty luck, but some of them were a direct result of her occasional (okay, maybe more than occasional) unwillingness to follow orders, and her rash impulsiveness. Knowing now that her recklessness had a direct affect on Sam, she resolved to be infinitely more careful. Okay, maybe not infinitely, she was still Andy McNally, her impulses were very often correct, and they sometimes saved lives. But she would definitely make a marked effort not to get herself in to any more potentially fatal situations. For him.

She took his hand in hers, interlacing their fingers. "I'm so sorry Sam, I should have called, I wasn't thinking. It won't happen again," she promised.

He nodded, but he didn't seem quite appeased.

"Was there something else bothering you?" she asked warily, as they pulled into the station. She was a little fuzzy on the details, but she was pretty sure she didn't do anything else that would warrant the sullen look on his face.

"We'll talk later, we don't need to be any later than we already are." he said not confirming or denying her question.

She let it go for now, because she was the reason he was late. Quickly she gave Sam a kiss and then headed towards the locker room.

Andy was partnered with Traci today; they were working the speed trap. One of the most boring assignments ever, which would make this horrible day drag out even longer. Andy could tell just from a glance that her friend wasn't in much better shape than she was. Well, at least they could be miserable together.

"Hey how are you feeling?" Andy asked as she handed Traci a coffee.

She groaned. "Ugh, probably the same as you; like shit."

Andy laughed, but abruptly stopped when the action caused her head to pound even harder. "That sounds about right,"

"Well they say misery loves company,"

Andy smiled grimly. "My thoughts exactly,"

Andy opened up the driver's side of the patrol car, having lost a coin toss to Traci. She could not wait for this day to be over, as soon as she got home she was going to have a long hot bath and then fall into bed. Traci got into the passenger side and turned the radio up so they would hear any incoming calls.

Andy parked the car in the divider between the road, where the 401 and 427 exited on to Eglinton. This was by far the busiest speed trap in the city, as the speed limit decreased exponentially in a short distance. Andy grabbed the radar gun from the back seat and she and Traci stood outside in the cold Toronto climate, taking turns holding the gun up.

"So did you get home okay last night?" Traci asked, as she buried her hands in her pockets, trying to keep them warm.

"Well, I got home safely,"

Traci raised her eyebrows in question, and Andy told her the story of last night - what she remembered anyways - and this morning.

"But he still seemed mad and I don't know why." Maybe Traci could give her a clue. "What was I doing when you left?"

Traci thought for a minute, and then she snapped her fingers. "Come to think of it, you were talking to a guy, and it was getting kind of flirty when I left."

Andy groaned. "Well that would explain it. Ugh, I have to talk to Sam,"

Andy handed the radar gun over to Traci and pulled her cell phone out. She dialed Sam's number and paced nervously as it rang four, five, six times. On the seventh ring it went through to his voicemail, 'Swarek, leave a message.'

"Damn it,"

A few hours later Andy and Traci made their way back to the station, picking up lunch on their way. Andy was hoping Sam would be doing the same so they could talk. Once they got inside she scanned the station, looking for him and found him talking to Dov and Gail near booking. She walked over to them, and waited not so patiently a few feet away for him to finish up his conversation. He walked right by her, and she turned around, following him.

"Sam, can we talk?"

He shuffled some papers on the desk. "I'm really busy McNally, Peckstein just brought in a suspected trafficker and Boyd needs yours truly to oversee the case."

"Just for a minute? Please, it's important,"

He sighed and turned around to face her. "What is it McNally?"

"Look, I know I was flirting with some guy at the bar last night, and I'm really sorry, but trust me when I say that he means nothing to me."

He sighed again; he really didn't want to do this now, not here, at work. "Okay, I believe you,"

"Okay?" she asked, not believing him for a second.

He shrugged, "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know, you seemed kind of pissed about it earlier."

He shook his head, "I wasn't pissed,"

"Okay, but it bothered you," she stated, it wasn't a question, so he didn't answer. "Do you want to tell me why it bothered you so much if you believe that he meant nothing to me?" she pressed, she needed to know what he was thinking.

"Look, McNally," he said in a matter of fact tone of voice. "Let's just state the obvious; I'm older than you, a lot older. And if you want to be with someone closer to your age I understand that, I won't hold you back." He took a deep breath, satisfied that he had said everything he'd wanted to say. He was going to be mature about this, even if it killed him.

Andy's eyes widened in shock, how could he still have doubts? Maybe she hadn't made it abundantly clear enough that there was nobody she would rather be with. For a minute her mouth couldn't form words, but the completely defeated look on Sam's face as he misread her silence snapped her out of her daze.

"Sam, no.." she started, but she was interrupted by a hand at her shoulder.

Luke watched Andy from his office with growing discontent, as she engaged in a heated conversation with none other than Sam Swarek. It was becoming increasingly obvious to everyone, or maybe just Luke since he was the only one watching the whole exchange with rapt attention. But it was painfully clear that this wasn't just a conversation between a rookie and her TO, this was a lovers' quarrel. Now he knew; Swarek was the guy Andy was seeing. Of all the fucking people..

Luke couldn't believe Andy had moved on so quickly. Had their relationship meant nothing to her? And then a disturbing thought occurred to him, maybe she'd been seeing Sam since before they broke up! Yeah, that could be the only explanation. At least this is what Luke convinced himself of as he made his way over to them. Because really it was the only way to justify what he was about to do. Andy had cheated on him and made him feel like the dirt bag and like he was responsible for destroying their relationship, when really she had an equal if not bigger part in it. So, really if you think about it he deserved this one small act of revenge. Yeah, he deserved it.

He tapped Andy on the shoulder and she whirled around. "What?" she asked, once she saw that it was him that had interrupted her talk.

"I just wanted to say that last night was fun. We should definitely do it again some time."

Luke heard Swarek's sharp intake of breath and he fought the urge to smile victoriously. He turned on his heel and walked back to his office, leaving a stunned Andy and a pissed Swarek in his wake.