AN: I suck, I know. I don't really have any other excuse lol. I hope people are still into this story, but I guess I can't really blame anyone if they've lost interest. Review if you still like ;)

"This can't be it," she said as she flipped through all the pages for the third time. Luke peered over her shoulder.

"What?" he asked.

"It's like everything is here except anything that had to do with the boat..."

She handed Luke the papers to look over. She twiddled her thumbs nervously as he read. His brows furrowed and his expression twisted into one of confusion. Just as she had, he perused the file again, as if another paper would materialize out of thin air.
"This doesn't make sense, there has to be more to this file."

Andy stood up to look over Luke's shoulder. To the unsuspecting person, everything in the file seemed to be in order, but Andy was definitely anything but unsuspecting. She slammed her palm down on the table in frustration.

"This is just bullshit! Sam almost dies because of Boyd, and there's no way to even prove it."

Her breath was ragged with emotion now. She slumped into Luke's chair and willed herself not to cry. She had been strong for Sam all this time, and she could stay strong just a little bit longer.

"Andy, look, this isn't the end of the road. Jamieson was the detective in charge of this case. He doesn't work here anymore, but I can find out where he does work and we'll go talk to him, to see what he knows about this, okay?"

Andy nodded dumbly, and Luke strode out of his office.

She closed her eyes and took a steadying breath. It felt like this was the first time she really had to breath since the accident, and the reality of just how close she'd come to losing him crashed in around her. She tried to imagine her life without him and couldn't. It struck her as funny, how just a couple years ago she was walking around not even knowing he existed, and now he was the most important thing in her life. She was never letting him go undercover ever again, she didn't care how crazy or controlling that made her. Bottom line, she just wouldn't be able to handle it.

Luke walked back into his office, breaking Andy out of her thoughts.

"Got it, he works out of the 10th division."

Andy jumped up. "Let's go,"

What felt like hours later, but was really only 20 minutes, they pulled up to 10th precinct in Luke's car. She followed behind Luke and watched, dazed, as he asked for Detective Jamieson. As they waited she tried to keep expectations in check, she couldn't afford to get her hopes up. She drummed her fingers on the counter rhythmically.

An older man with grey hair and a protruding belly rounded the corner.

"Callaghan! What brings you to Ten?"

"Jamieson," Luke shook the other detective's hand. "Can we go to your office?"

Jamieson glanced quickly at Andy in her plain clothes. He nodded.

"Of course, of course,"

Jamieson led Andy and Luke into a spacious office at the end of the hall. He motioned for them to have a seat opposite him.

"So, what can I do for you?" He eyed Andy again, almost suspiciously. She frowned at his scrutiny.

"I had some questions about the Wayne case. I was hoping you could fill in some of the blanks."

He looked at Andy then back to Luke.

"Listen, Callaghan, no offense, but is it really appropriate to be discussing this in front of your girlfriend?"

Andy scoffed at his assumption. Luke opened his mouth to respond but Andy cut in.

"Hi, so rude of me not to introduce myself. I'm Andy McNally, I work with Detective Callaghan at 15." She smiled at him sweetly and fakely.

He cleared his throat and shook her extended hand. "Right; my apologies. What can I do for you two?"

Andy let Luke take the lead again.

"We're looking into the Wayne case and some things don't add up. Do you remember his boat?"

"God's Good Grace, sure," he answered instantly. "I remember thinking it was an odd name for a drug dealer to name his boat. What about it?"

"Well, we were looking in the case file and it's like there's no record of the boat at all. Do you have any idea what that's about?"

Jamieson frowned. "I don't. Now I know my organizational skills are not superb…" Andy resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "…but I would never misplace such an important document."

Luke passed him the file and his frown deepened.

"This isn't how I left this. I'm sorry, I don't know what else to tell you. Maybe it got filed into a different case accidentally."

"Maybe," Andy replied warily, not the least bit convinced.

Realizing that they weren't going to get anywhere with this lead, Luke stood up.

"Thanks for your time, Jamieson."

"Sure, I'm sorry I couldn't be more help."

More help, Andy thought scornfully, that would imply that he had been Any help.

Luke and Andy made their way out of 10th and over to Luke's car. Andy was silent as she stewed over the dead end. She contemplated her next move - there wasn't exactly many options. She couldn't very well go to Best with little to no proof. It could be the end of her career.

As they arrived back at 15, Andy got an idea, which she immediately shared with Luke, which he, in turn, immediately shot down. He shook his head adamantly in the negative.

"Absolutely not. Andy, that's crossing a line. Do you know how much trouble you would be in if you got caught?"

She shrugged, unconcerned.

"So, I won't get caught. Which would be easier to pull off, if I had some help." She eyed Luke meaningfully.

He shook his head again.

"I'm sorry, Andy, I won't be a part of this. All I can do is warn you that this is a very bad idea."

"Fine, I respect that. I really appreciate your help thus far." She shook Luke's hand formally, and then turned on her heel. She could feel his concerned gaze burning into her back, but she wasn't changing her mind. She could not and would not just sit back and let Boyd get away with this.

She stopped Jerry as he passed by.

"Hey, Jerry, do you know if Boyd is around? I was hoping to talk to him."

"Nope, pretty sure he's still at the hospital. Which is where I'm headed. Shouldn't you be there?" His brow furrowed in confusion.

She smiled, hoping he didn't notice how fake it was.

"Yeah, I'm on my way. I just have something to wrap up here."

He didn't appear to be completely convinced.

"Alright, I'll see you later, McNally," he acquiesced with a slight nod.

Once Jerry was out of sight, Andy continued down the hall, glancing around every so often, checking her surroundings. Fortunately, there wasn't much going on at 15 today. With one more surreptitious look around, Andy slipped into a dark room. She uttered a silent prayer of thanks that Boyd had left his door unlocked.

She closed the door behind her quietly, and pulled out her cell phone, not daring to turn on the lights. She walked behind his desk and crouched down. She began opening drawers and pulling out papers. She knew it was a long shot; Boyd wasn't stupid, but she had to try. She rifled through all of his drawers with no luck. Andy turned her attention to the filing cabinet on the far wall. She pulled on each drawer but they were all locked. She returned to his desk, searching for a key when a shrill ringing shattered the silence. She instinctively ducked behind the desk.

"Shit!"

She quickly answered the phone.

"Hello," she whispered.

"Andy? Why are you whispering?" Sam asked. He sounded much more lucid than before.

She quickly jumped up and left Boyd's office after ensuring that the coast was clear.

"Was I?" she asked, returning to normal tones. "How are you feeling?" She hoped he wouldn't object to the subject change.

"Better. Although, I woke up for the second time and my girlfriend is nowhere to be found." Again she felt the twinge of guilt.

"Sorry, I'm just back at work."

"Really? I would think that Best would cut you some slack, today of all days."

"You know Best - serve, protect, and never take a day off." She laughed nervously; that didn't sound like something Best would say at all.

"Andy...Best is here and he says he doesn't have you working on anything. What's going on? Why are you lying to me?" he asked, barely concealing the hurt he felt.

Shit!

"Sam..." she started.

"I don't get it, Andy. Are you still mad because I went undercover?"

"No! That's not it at all." Everything was getting so jumbled. "Listen, I'll be at the hospital in twenty minutes and then I'll tell you everything, okay?"

He sighed. "Okay,"

"I love you," she reminded him.

"I love you, too,"

When Andy arrived at the hospital Sam's room was overflowing with guests, which only spiked her guilt at not being there when he needed her. Even her friends were here.

Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment as everyone watched her enter the room.

"Hi," she said sheepishly to the entire room.

An awkward silence descended on the room. Dov cleared his throat.

"Well, I think I'm going to go check out the cafeteria. Anyone else?"

Immediately everyone began coming up with excuses to leave the room, a not so subtle ploy to leave her and Sam alone. If it was possible, her cheeks got even redder.

When at last the room was clear Andy stood beside Sam at his bed. She took his hand in hers and couldn't help the tear that escaped her eye at the sight of him looking so fragile.

He reached up and wiped the tear away with his thumb.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm okay," He pulled her in close, and she ended up laying on the bed beside him.

He stroked her hair as more tears fell. His arms circled her waist and hugged her close. After a few minutes she composed herself.

"I owe you an explanation." He stayed silent, but continued stroking her hair, silently urging her to continue. "I was...working, but it wasn't exactly something Best assigned me to, or something he even knew about..."

She leaned back to gauge his reaction. He just looked confused.

"W- what do you mean?"

She bit her lip nervously.

"I was kind of investigating Boyd." She dropped her voice in case he was still lingering nearby.

Sam frowned. "What? Why?"

"You know God's Good Grace, the boat that Boyd gave you?" He nodded. "It belonged to a drug dealer named Wayne, it was confiscated in a high profile bust a few years ago. Brennan must have recognized the name and realized you were a cop! So, he had his goons nearly beat you to death, and it's all Boyd's fault!" Her voice raised on the last sentence, she was unable to keep her rage at Boyd in check.

Sam stared at her, his eyes wide.

"There has to be some sort of mistake...Boyd wouldn't..."

"We looked at the file of the Wayne case, anything regarding the boat is missing. I don't think it's a coincidence."

He took a deep, calming breath as he let this new information sink in.

"We?"

"Me and Luke," she clarified.

"I wish you had come to me with this."

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you unless I found something concrete. I wanted you to focus on getting better. That's why I lied. I'm really sorry,"

"So, did you find anything?"

"No, we went to Ten and asked Jamieson about the missing pages and he didn't know squat, and I couldn't find anything in Boyd's office -" She clapped her hand over her mouth, realizing what she had just said.

"You went through Boyd's stuff? Andy, you could have got in serious shit for that!" He sounded both concerned and a little angry.

"I don't care! If Boyd is the reason you nearly died then I don't give a shit what would have happened to me!" Her breath was now coming out in short puffs as she got more and more worked up.

"Andy, I love you for doing that for me, but I don't want you to put your career on the line like that. Just let me handle this, okay? I'll talk to Best about it."

"Okay," Andy conceded grudgingly.

There was a knock at the door and Dov walked in with his hands covering his eyes.

"Everybody decent?"

Andy grabbed an extra pillow and threw it at him. He dropped his hands from his face and held them up in a defensive gesture.

"Hey, I was just checking!"

"Epstein, could you get Best for me?" Sam asked, interrupting his and Andy's playful banter.

"Sure," Dov strode out of the room, but not before lobbing the pillow back in Andy's direction.

"You don't have to do this now. Come on, you just had major surgery. You need to relax."

"I won't be able to relax until I get this taken care of. I know you won't be able to either."

Andy couldn't disagree with that. Best entered the room and Andy gave Sam a kiss before bidding both men goodbye. She sat in the waiting room amidst her friends and colleagues, anxiously awaiting the outcome of Sam and Frank's discussion.

Fifteen long minutes later, Best emerged from Sam's room looking thunderous. That was either a good sign or a very bad one. Best was pulling out his cell phone and dialing as he walked away.

Andy hurried back into Sam's room.

"What happened?" she asked without preamble.

"He's reporting Boyd to Internal Affairs, he doesn't have to authority to do anything more, but he said he will more than likely be suspended."

Andy breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't exactly the punishment he deserved, but she supposed that would all happen in due time...

"Have I told you lately how much I love you? And how glad I am that you're okay?"

He smiled. "It can't hurt to hear it again."

She snuggled back into his side and rested her head on his chest, timing her breaths with the steady beat of his heart.