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"If you miss him so much, then go talk to him." Traci advised, nudging Andy in Sam's direction.

Andy watched him closely as he talked to Boyd. Was it just her imagination or was he talking to Boyd a lot lately?

"I don't know," Andy sighed, "What if he still needs time? I don't want it to seem like I'm pushing him."

"He's still your boyfriend, right?" Andy nodded in agreement. "So, go talk to him, at least let him know where you stand."

Andy had to admit; what Traci was saying made sense. But honestly, she was a little afraid of rejection. She was afraid he would tell her that her past with Luke was just too much for him to handle. And Andy didn't know if she could handle Sam telling her that right now. But she was sick of the waiting, of the not knowing. And she was really sick of waking up alone every morning; she'd gotten so used to waking up next to his warm body. She felt comfort and a little fear in the sudden realization one cold dawn, that she wanted to wake up next to Sam Swarek every morning.

"Okay, okay, I'll talk to him." Andy conceded.

"Good, go," Traci gave her a gentle shove and Andy stumbled forward.

"Right now?" She needed time to psych herself up for this. She, of course, had already played out all the different scenarios in her head. Already planned what she was going to say. She just hadn't planned to say it today, right now.

"Yes, now. All I've heard for the past two weeks is how much you miss Sam. So, now it's time you go tell him that."

Damn it, she was right again.

Andy walked away grumbling about Traci's pushiness, but really she knew her friend was just looking out for her. She made her way over to Sam and he, upon seeing her approach, said a few more words to Boyd and then turned and closed the remaining distance between them.

She placed her hand on his upper arm, and his eyes followed the movement. She wondered if she was crossing some invisible boundary, but ultimately she didn't care.

"Hey, can we talk?"

At first he looked surprised, and nervous? Maybe she was just imagining things, because the look was gone in the next instant.

"Sure," he smiled at her invitingly, and she felt slightly reassured. It wasn't quite the customary Sam Swarek grin, but she'd take it.

He took her hand and led her down the hall, and her heart rate accelerated at the simple gesture. Maybe he missed her too; maybe he was just as sick of this fucking 'space' as she was. God, she sure hoped so. She knew he was leading them somewhere where they could talk privately, and she shifted her hand uncomfortably in his grasp, feeling it become clammy with her increasing nerves. What was wrong with her? This was Sam. She didn't have to be nervous around him, that was the whole point. Everything was always so comfortable and natural with them. Quickly she ran over some words in her head, trying to bunch them together to form coherent, reasonable sentences. She wanted to do this right.

She looked up, taking in her surroundings. She had been too caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized that they were now in an empty viewing room. Sam was eying her expectantly, waiting for her to say something. She took a deep breath, ready to say all the carefully constructed, well thought over words she had been preparing. But instead what tumbled out of her mouth were three words that had been playing over and over in her mind ever since their fight two weeks ago.

"I miss you,"

Again he looked surprised. Did he still not grasp the depth of her feelings for him? Why would he be so surprised by that notion?

"Why does that surprise you?" she was a little hurt by the expression that was still played across his face

"I just thought - well I mean you've hardly looked at me the past couple weeks. I thought maybe you were rethinking things. Rethinking this," He gestured between the two of them.

Now it was her turn to be shocked.

"What? No! I've just been trying to give you the space you needed. Do you know how many times I've wanted to drive over to your house and demand that you take me back? I was just trying to do what you said you wanted. I love you, that's something that's never going to change." Suddenly a terrible thought occurred to her. "You're not rethinking this are you?"

She didn't know if she could handle his rejection now. Not after she had just laid all her feelings out bare. She waited breathlessly for what she hoped would be reassuring words, but he didn't answer her with words.

Sam put his one hand on the small of her back, pulling her body flush against his. His other hand was at the back of her neck, urging her closer. He captured her lips with his greedily, wondering how in the hell he'd gone so long without feeling her soft lips brushing against his. He never again wanted to go any extended period of time without feeling the heady feeling that coursed through him every time their lips met. Even though it was the last thing on earth he wanted to do he pulled back, because they did still need to talk.

"Fuck no," he said in answer to her earlier question. "I love you; the last two weeks have been hell without you. Look, I don't like your past with Callaghan," she opened her mouth to interject at this point, but held his hand up. "But that's all it is; the past. So, I say it's time we left it there and moved on, together. What do you say, McNally?" He pulled her closer to him still with the hand that was still at her back.

"Sounds like a fucking plan," she agreed, and he grinned at the use of her language.

"Now what do you say we go back to my house for a lunch break?" She could hear the quotations in his voice around the words 'lunch break' and she knew food was the last thing on his mind. It was definitely the furthest thought from her mind.

She nodded her head enthusiastically in concurrence. It had been far too long.

Sam's phone vibrated loudly on his bedside table. He rolled over, grabbing it and seeing who the text he had just received was from. Fucking Boyd again.

"I have to get back to work," he told her unenthusiastically, not moving an inch despite his words.

"Yeah, I'd better go. I think my lunch hour was over half an hour ago." She chuckled as she rolled out of bed and picked her clothes up off the floor. He watched her shamelessly as she got dressed, wishing they could both just blow off work and stay in bed all day getting 'reacquainted'.

He pulled her back down towards him as she was fastening the clasp of her bra, and she shrieked in surprise. He kissed her feverishly, his hand roaming down the front of her body, his hands toying with the button of her jeans. She laughed into his mouth and separated their lips, resting her hands on his chest.

"I thought you had to get back to work."

"Fuck work," he growled, only half joking.

She laughed again, pulling her shirt over her head. "Oh God, I wish. Big shot Sam Swarek might be able to get away with playing hooky from work, but Andy McNally always gets caught. It's just a sad fact of life."

"Did you just refer to yourself in the third person?" He raised his eyebrows, amused

"Yeah, so?" she countered. He just smiled and shrugged as he sat up in bed.

"Hey, could you throw me my clothes?"

"Lazy," she remarked as she threw his jeans, boxers, and customary black tshirt beside him on the bed.

She jumped up from the bed and leaned over giving Sam a peck on the lips.

"Bye. I'll see you later?" She phrased it as a question, as if she was unsure again.

He flashed her his full megawatt smile. "Yeah,"

After Andy left Sam was forced to confront the unopened text message from the phone that he was still clutching.

'Swarek where are you? We have to iron out some details for your uc op. Come to my office when you're done playing hide n seek.'

Asshole.

Ugh, he'd almost, almost forgotten about his impending undercover mission for an hour. Of course Boyd had to remind him again. To remind him that he would be going undercover in a matter of weeks, to remind him that he had yet to tell Andy about his new assignment. He was still trying to back out, but Boyd refused. It was clear he wasn't going to budge, and Sam was starting to lose hope. He was resigning himself to the fact that he would soon be going undercover, and that he would soon have to tell Andy about it. He'd been putting it off, telling himself there was no reason to upset her if there was the possibility that he could convince Boyd to drop him from the case, but it was clear from even their first conversation about it that Boyd wasn't letting him go.

Sam fastened the buttons of his uniform shirt as he walked to the exit of the locker room. He had to talk to Boyd, get out of this before it's too late. He found him leaning against a desk outside his office laughing and talking with a couple guys from Guns n Gangs. Boyd caught sight of him and waved him over.

"Here he is, Sam Swarek, finally deciding to grace Guns n Gangs with his presence again." Boyd and the other guys laughed and usually Sam would have joined them. The guys of 15 always ragged on each other, but it was different with Boyd, there was just something about him that irked Sam. It was something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

Sam smiled humorlessly. "Can we talk in your office?" he asked, looking at Boyd.

Boyd gave his friends a significant look like, ooh I'm in trouble and they smirked as Sam and Boyd walked away.

"What can I do for my favourite undercover officer?" Boyd asked as he settled into his leather chair.

"I need you to take me off this case."

Boyd threw his head back, laughing. He looked back at Sam and when he realized the same serious expression was still upon his face, his own sobered.

"Oh," he snickered, "You're serious. Sorry, no can do."

"Look, I was dealing with some shit and I said yes without thinking. So, can we just pretend that that didn't happen?"

"Sorry Sammy, you're in a binding verbal contract." He laughed, like he was telling a joke. Sam crossed his arms tightly across his chest, his expression stony, failing to see the hilarity of the situation.

"You'll thank me later," Boyd assured him.

Un-fucking-likely.

He spun his chair away from Sam, turning his attention to some paperwork at his desk, essentially telling Sam without words that he was dismissed.

Condescending bastard.

Well, I'll just have to try again tomorrow, Sam decided.

Yeah, he tried again tomorrow, and the next day, but to no avail. It looked like whether he wanted to or not Sam Swarek was going undercover, soon.

AN: So last chapter there was 900 hits and only 5 reviews, I know it was a little angsty, but it can't always be happy. And even if you don't like the chapter you can still review, I don't mind constructive criticism. On that note I was wondering about a few things, is everyone in character so far? With tv shows sometimes I think 'okay could I imagine them actually saying that?' Also are their conversations about their feelings believable? Leave a review, let me know how I'm doing. Thanks :)