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False Positive

Prompt: Andy and Sam have a baby or a pregnancy scare (I chose the latter).

Featuring: Andy and Sam

Takes place in the future, at least 4 months after Andy's return from the taskforce.

Andy stared at the calendar again, flipping back and forth between pages, and counting the days. All she could do was shake her head. This couldn't be happening. She wasn't ready for something like this. Theyweren't ready. This couldn't be happening, it just couldn't. She thought about how hectic and stressful work had been lately and hoped that was all this was. She'd skipped a month before under similar circumstances, but at that time there was absolutely no chance of her being pregnant.

"You ready?" Nick asked as he walked up to her desk and pulled her from her thoughts.

She stuffed the calendar in a drawer and stood up. "Yeah, yup, let's go." And with that Andy put her personal fears aside to focus on the job.

Hours later when her shift was over Andy walked out of the locker room to find Sam leaning up against the wall waiting for her. She wasn't as excited as usual to see him because she knew she could never hide anything from him, but she wasn't sure she was ready to talk to him about her concern yet. It could be nothing, so why worry him when she was anxious enough for the both of them.

"Your place or mine?" He asked, guiding her out of the station.

"Doesn't matter," she replied, not paying much attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked when they reached his truck.

She remained silent as they got in the truck. She hadn't thought about how she was going to tell him. She didn't even know what to tell him because she didn't know what was going on herself. Sam put the keys in the ignition but didn't start the truck, instead shifting in his seat to face Andy. "What's wrong?" he repeated.

"I, uh, I'm late," she said, her eyes finally looking up from the spot in her lap she'd been staring at. "I...I think I'm pregnant."

She watched as Sam's eyes went wide and momentarily stared at something over her shoulder before he looked her in the eyes again. "How?"

"I don't know. I haven't missed a pill. We've been careful. I just...we did everything," she said, the words coming out in a furry as she felt the need to defend their actions.

"No. I...I mean, how do you know?" he asked.

"Oh." She pushed out a breath. "It's just, I'm really late. I've been so caught up in work I didn't realize it until today."

"Okay, okay. So, let's pick up one of those tests. We'll stop by the drugstore on the way home, okay?" When she nodded he shifted in his seat and he started the truck. He wasn't sure what to feel, so he focused his mind on facts and logistics. Right now, she was just going on her gut feeling, which he always told her to trust, but they needed facts. They needed to know for sure if she was pregnant.

He headed toward her condo, stopping at the drugstore around the corner. They stood looking at the dozens of pregnancy tests and Andy shook her head. "I don't know which one. I mean, how are there so many? How do we know which to buy? Is one better than another?"

"Hey, it's gonna be okay." He put a comforting hand on her back. "We'll just...We'll just get two of them, okay? Just to be sure."

"Yeah, yeah. Different ones, in case one doesn't work." She grabbed two that seemed the most official looking in her mind. "Oh, and a bottle of water, a huge bottle of water." Sam chuckled at that and followed her down the aisle.

An hour later they sat at the edge of her bed, staring into the bathroom where two little sticks that would determine their future were lying next to the sink. Andy was terrified. Her life had just gotten back to normal. Returning from the taskforce, she'd finally found her place again at work, with her friends, with Sam. She didn't want to screw that up. Her and Sam had been through so much, figuring out where they stood with each other after their suspensions, the trouble they had letting each other in completely, dealing with Jerry's death and Sam's grief, her leaving for the taskforce, and then learning to trust each other again. She wondered how much more their relationship could take.

Then there was the fact she'd rarely thought about having kids. She loved being "Aunt Andy" to Leo and Christian, but she'd never thought of herself as mom material. The few times she was able to convince herself that she did want children, it was always in the far, far future. She figured she'd be happily married and halfway on the road to growing old with someone before kids happened. She wasn't ready for this; that was the bottom line. But ready or not, if those tests came back positive, she was going to have to learn to deal with it real soon.

Sam tried to wrap his head around the concept that he might be a father. It was such a foreign concept for him. He'd been Uncle Sammy to Oliver's girls, but that was different. He didn't have to raise them, care for them, keep them out of trouble. He'd never thought too much about kids, mostly because he never saw himself settling down with someone - until Andy came into his life that is. The first time he saw her holding Frank and Noelle's baby, he thought about what it would be like to see her with theirbaby. Still, he wasn't ready to be a father. They still had so much to figure out about each other before adding another little person to the mix. But, if Andy was pregnant, he would be there for her every step of the way. They would get through this together, no matter what those sticks in her bathroom said.

Andy grabbed Sam's wrist to look at his watch again. He looked down at their hands. "Another 30 seconds," he said. She released his wrist and stared into the bathroom as her leg bounced with nervousness.

"What if…?"

"We'll deal with it. Together," he replied. He laced his fingers through hers and held her hand tight. "If you are, we'll figure it out."

"Together," she whispered.

Sam looked down at his watch again and then up at Andy, who was staring at him. "It's time."

They stood up and made their way to the bathroom. She picked up the first test, scared to look at the results. She forced her eyes to focus on whether there was a plus or minus symbol when Sam's words rang through her ears. "What does it say?"

She breathed a sigh of relief at the minus sign. "It's negative. I'm not pregnant."

Sam wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close so he could place a kiss on her temple. Andy tossed the test in the garbage, thankful. "It's just stress. Work's just been so crazy," she said, picking up the second test.

"Maybe you should take a couple days off, give yourself time to - " He stopped talking when she dropped the second test into the sink.

"It's two lines. T-two lines," she said, eyes wide at her now empty hands after the test fell out of them.

"Two lines? What?" He picked up the test that had fallen into the sink. "Doesn't that mean..."

"I'm pregnant. It says I'm pregnant."

"How?" He didn't understand how two tests could give the exact opposite results.

"I - I don't know." She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. "We don't know any more than we did a couple hours ago." Sam rubbed a hand up and down her back while he stared at the stick he still held in his other hand.

"You might be, you might not be," he said, stating the obvious. "You need to see a doctor."

"I know," she said, her voice muffled into his shirt. "Tomorrow, I'll call first thing."

The rest of the night was somber, neither able to fully push the thoughts of the possible baby growing in Andy's body out of their mind. They went to bed early, hoping sleep would overtake them quickly, but it didn't. They lay in bed facing each other, with one hand linked together under her pillow. "I read somewhere those tests almost never give false positives. What if I'm really pregnant?" she asked, breaking the silence that had engulfed the room as they just stared at each other.

"Do you want to be?" he asked, wanting to get a handle on where her head was at.

"I'm not ready for this, to be a mom. I...I don't know how to be one," she admitted.

"You're great with kids, Andy. You'd make a great mom," he replied.

"Does that mean you want this?"

"God knows I didn't have the best role model, but...I'd like to have what Ollie has someday," he admitted, hoping he wasn't scaring her off.

"I guess...me too, but Sam..." she said on the verge of tears. "This wasn't how I ever thought about it happening."

"I know. Me either." He leaned toward her to place a light kiss on her lips. "But I promise you, if you are pregnant with our baby, I'm going to be here for you."

Even though the thought of a baby terrified her right now, she smiled at his use of the words 'our baby.' They really were in this together through thick and thin. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you too," he said.

Three days later, Andy sat in a doctor's office, waiting to hear her fate. Sam sat in the chair next to her, trying to comfort her with his fingers dancing lightly on the back of her neck. Andy had been through a number of tests - she peed in a cup, gave blood and let a nurse drench her abdomen in this cold gel for an ultrasound. Now she was just anxious as they waited to hear from the doctor.

"Ms. McNally, sorry for the delay. I had an urgent phone call to handle," Dr. Casey said, sitting down behind her desk and opening the file in front of her.

"It's okay. What can you tell me?" Andy asked, trying to be pleasant, but just wanting to know what her results were.

"Well, based on everything I see, I'm sorry to say, you are not pregnant. It's rare the at-home tests will give a false positive, but it looks like that's what happened," she said.

Relief washed over Andy. "You're sure?"

"Yes, all the tests we performed confirm my findings." Andy smiled at the doctor's words; she just wasn't ready for a baby.

Andy and Sam thanked the doctor before leaving. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of her. They got into Sam's truck and just sat there for several minutes.

"You okay?" Sam finally asked.

"Yeah. I'm not ready. We're not ready." She looked over at Sam and saw him nodding in agreement. "But, uh, it made me realize that someday I do want kids. I doubt I'll ever be the perfect mom, but someday I want to try."

"You will be. And when we're ready, it'll happen."

Andy smiled at his words. Somehow without realizing it, they'd both starting thinking about - dare she say planning - for the future. A future with them together. A future of them with kids.