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Recap: Andy wakes up in the hospital after having been shot in the back of the head – she soon discovers that she's suffering from severe memory loss and can only remember the events from the day of the accident. Andy's drawn to Sam, but is confused to learn that she's engaged to Luke, a man that made a really bad "first" impression on her. While at a scene, Sam buys a stuffed animal poodle that reminds him of his conversation with Andy at the hospital. He also promises her that he'll be at the hospital when she wakes up, even though he's had enough experience as a cop to know that things can always come up last minute. In the end, Sam is just barely able to keep his promise, but things quickly become tense with Andy. Although they manage to smooth things over, Luke tries to throw a wrench into the mix when he asks a nurse to restrict Sam's visitor access... The doctors notify Andy that she can start walking, so she gets Sam to accompany her. In the process, Sam almost kisses her - more than once - the most obvious and closest time being the last one. Andy is left completely confused when Sam suddenly backs off and pretends he's trying to examine her head injury instead.

Andy looked up at the house, eyes widening. "I live here?"

Traci put the car in park and looked over at her friend before reluctantly nodding.

"How can I even afford this?" Andy asked, frowning as she got out of Traci's car, her eyes still glued to the house. It was bigger than she'd expected and it seemed like it was in a relatively nice neighbourhood. It was quiet… peaceful.

"Nobody told you?" Traci said, confused. She hadn't exactly expected Sam to, but surely Luke would have told her? Then again, from what she'd heard, Luke's appearances at the hospital had been few and far between.

"Told me what?" Andy asked a little hesitantly.

"Well, technically Luke bought the house," Traci replied, fiddling with a thread on her blouse.

"Luke bought the house?" Andy repeated, panic coursing through her as it registered. "Which means Luke lives here… And I live here…" Andy took a deep breath. "So what you're saying is that I live with Luke?" she said slowly, hoping she'd somehow misunderstood.

"Yeah."

Andy's eyes flicked over to Traci before returning to the house, dread filling her. "No," she said, shaking her head in disbelief. That didn't make any sense. How could she live with that man? How could she even be engaged to him? None of it seemed to fit. She had to be missing something, some crucial piece of information that would somehow connect the dots and allow her to make sense of things.

Traci watched her friend closely. "You okay sweetie?"

"I…" Andy began. Was she okay? No, no, she wasn't. She just found out she was living with her fiancé, a man who still seemed like a stranger. This couldn't be right. It had to be a joke. "Are you sure?"

It took a lot of effort not to laugh. "I'm sure... You moved in together before you got engaged."

Traci led Andy up the pathway and unlocked the front door before handing her the key. She then stepped aside and let her friend enter first.

"It's so… it's… it's nice I guess," Andy said. It was clean and had good flow. The decorations were simple, but nice. Yet something didn't feel right about it. Sure, it was a nice house, but was this really home, her home?

"Are you going to be okay on your own?" Traci asked. "I can always call Frank and let him know I'll be a little late coming back to work?"

Andy took a deep breath and slowly shook her head. "No. It's okay, I'll be fine." Whether she would or not, she had no idea, but she had to try.

"Okay," Traci replied, gently hugging her friend before heading out the door. "Call me if you need anything."

Taking a shaky breath, Andy slid her shoes off and slowly moved down the hallway, her eyes shifting to the left as she reached the living room. After a hesitant moment, she stepped into the room, her eyes taking in the modern furniture with its clean-cut edges. She tentatively reached out and pushed down on the couch, grimacing as she did so. It was as hard as it looked, not soft and comfortable feeling like she'd imagined prior to stepping foot in the house. Turning her eyes away, she looked around the rest of the room, briefly examining the movies and books on the shelves. She didn't recognize a single one, but she hardly expected to. Sighing, Andy stepped back out into the hallway and continued on, moving from room to room until she was too exhausted to continue. There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. The house itself was gorgeous and the view at the back was spectacular, but she just couldn't shake the idea that it didn't feel like home.

Grabbing the photo album Traci had given her in the hospital, she sat on the floor in the guestroom and flipped the book open. Her eyes slowly moved over each picture as she attempted to figure out – for what seemed like the hundredth time – what kind of life she'd lived. Halfway through, she had to stop. It was just too overwhelming. Seeing pictures, but not understanding them. Knowing she'd been places and done things, but having no recollection of them. Trying to piece everything together when it was so disjointed and confusing that nothing seemed right. As she tugged her knees to her chest, tears streamed down her face and loneliness washed over her. Would things always be this confusing? Would she ever feel like she belonged? Would this ever feel like home? Her eyes landed on a picture of Sam. He was the only thing that really seemed right in her life at the moment, but he was the one thing that went against everything she was told was true. Blinking back fresh tears, she reached for her phone, her fingers hovering over Sam's name.

Sam quickened his pace and stepped up beside Traci. "How is she?"

Traci hesitated. "She uh… she had no idea she lived with Luke."

His eyes widened. "How did she handle it?"

"Well," Traci said slowly. "She didn't believe me at first, and then when it hit her she almost cried."

Sam ran a hand over his face, mentally kicking himself for assuming that Andy knew and because he still blamed himself for everything that happened, including her current distress.

Traci gave Sam a reassuring smile. "She'll be okay…" There was a small pause. "Of course she'll be even better once she ditches his as—"

"Funny," Sam said dryly.

"Oh come on Sam," Traci said. "You didn't see her face when I told her she lived with the guy. She was horrified… terrified. She didn't want to be there. I'm surprised she didn't ask me to take her back to the hospital."

Without another word, he left Traci and turned towards the coffee station, pulling out his cell phone along the way. Scrolling to Andy's name, he text: Learn anything new about yourself? He could see her typing something, but it looked like she kept deleting it and starting over. After her sixth attempt, his phone finally buzzed.

I have no idea who I am.

Sam hesitated, then typed: Give it time. Once the message was sent, he hesitated again. Andy McNally. Copper. Danger magnet. Lion's heart. Stubborn. Poodle. His fingers hovered over the screen. He wanted to tell her how smart and beautiful she was; he wanted to tell her a lot more than that, or at least try, but he couldn't. He couldn't tell her any of those things without crossing that line, so instead he hit send.

Buzz.

What would you do?

He stared at his screen for a long moment. Take things one day at a time. That's all you really can do. Don't try to figure everything out at once or you'll drive yourself crazy.

Buzz.

I think I already have.

Buzz.

Sam, I think he's here. What do I do?

His mouth fell open. Was she really as scared as Traci made her out to be? And why was she asking him, of all people, for relationship advice? Say hi, he typed. He'd much rather have her dump Luke and run, but she wanted help and that was about as much as he could manage without being sick, sarcastic, or brutally honest. Unfortunately that wasn't good enough for her. His phone rang seconds later, her name flashing across the screen. Sighing, Sam connected the call. "Breathe, McNally."

"Sam, I don't want to be here. I don't want to do this."

The fear in her voice tugged at his heart. All he wanted to do was drive to her place, pick her up, and take her somewhere she felt comfortable, but he knew she was safe and regardless of how he felt, he couldn't step in and help her where Luke was concerned. "Take a deep breath," he repeated. "He's not going to hurt you. Just take a deep breath and turn on the TV or something... A distraction might make things a little easier to manage."

"What if I pretend I'm sleeping?" she said, her voice hushed, but still full of fear. "How do I sleep?"

Sam frowned. "Trust me, you're not relaxed enough to pull that off, and it's going to be even more awkward if he picks up on that." He grimaced upon hearing Luke call her name.

"Wanna come over?" Andy asked, not caring how weak it made her sound.

He spit out the mouthful of coffee he'd just taken, attracting several pairs of eyes. Hastily reaching for something to clean it up, he said, "That wouldn't go over well."

Silence.

"Look McNally, you know I'd come if you really needed me, but you've already met him. You can do this…"

"Yeah, I've met him, but I didn't know I lived with him too," Andy hissed.

Sam frowned. "And that changes things?"

"Of course it does. How am I supposed to figure everything out if he's right here breathing down my neck?"

He pinched the bridge of his nose. How many times did he have to help her figure out her problems with Luke? He'd told himself he was done with that, especially since her accident, but she was scared right now and he couldn't leave her like that. "Try talking to him; maybe it will help."

Luke's voice could be heard again, followed by knocking.

"McNally, you can't keep avoiding him. You're going to have to put the phone down," Sam said. "But you can call or text me later if you want to talk, okay?"

"Yeah," Andy said quietly, feeling a little defeated.

Luke opened the door and stepped into the room mere seconds after they hung up. "There you are," he said, smiling.

She forced a smile in return, tucking her phone into the pocket of her jeans before pulling the photo album into her arms so that they weren't hanging awkwardly or nervously at her side. When he approached her and kissed her temple, she unconsciously gripped the book a little tighter.

"Finding everything okay?"

"Umm, yeah," Andy said quietly.

He stared at her for another moment before heading back toward the doorway. "I'm going to order some food, and shower."

Andy nodded, exhaling deeply the second he was gone. Knowing she couldn't hide upstairs forever, she took the photo album downstairs and planted herself on the couch. She could hear the water running and knew it wouldn't be long before he was out, but she still had no idea how to talk to him. Part of her even wished that she'd fall asleep and not have to deal with anything, but despite how exhausted she felt, she'd been so overwhelmed with everything that her mind couldn't slow down enough for that to happen. Luckily, Luke didn't approach her immediately after finishing his shower. In fact, it wasn't until food arrived that he called her into the kitchen. From there, they sat in awkward silence for several minutes as they ate.

"It's your favourite," Luke finally said.

Andy's eyes flicked up to him, trying to hide her surprise. It wasn't terrible, but it really wasn't good either, so she had no idea why it would be her favourite. "Oh…" She tried to come up with something else to add, but was drawing blanks, so eventually she just gave up and turned her attention back to her food.

When Luke's eyes lingered, she shifted uncomfortably. "What did you do today?"

She shrugged. "Looked around a little."

"Do you have any questions?"

Was he serious? She had about 5000 questions, but she wasn't sure she was ready to ask any of them. Still, she was engaged to Luke for a reason, so she figured she'd better try to find out what that reason was. "So we met at work?"

Luke nodded. "Your first day. Met at a crime scene."

She hesitated. "First date?"

"Movie theatre," Luke replied. "Well, technically, it was dinner and then a movie."

"What do we do for fun?" she asked, her eyes still on her food.

"I have a fishing cabin up north that we've gone to," Luke said. "Other than that, movies and that type of thing."

Andy's eyes flicked up. Maybe she'd liked the fact that he had a fishing cabin – it meant he was at least somewhat outdoorsy and something about that idea seemed to appeal to her, even though she really wasn't sure if she liked the outdoors. Rather than asking Luke, she decided she'd question Sam or Traci later. "Did you propose or did I?"

Luke laughed. "I did. Here actually, but upstairs."

They talked for another twenty minutes before his phone rang and he vanished from the room. When he finally returned, he had an apologetic look on his face. "I have to go back into work. There's been a breakthrough in a case."

She nodded, a little relieved that she could have more time to herself to think things over. After receiving another kiss on the temple, she watched Luke leave the house, then headed straight upstairs, hesitating before turning toward to their bedroom. Once there, she searched the drawers for something to sleep in, her eyes settling on the bed for a long moment as she changed. Shaking her head, she headed to the guestroom and climbed under the covers. With a quick glance at the clock, she pulled her phone towards her. Still awake?

Sam paused mid-story and pulled his phone out, a small smile on his face when he saw her text. Yeah, he replied.

"How is she?" Oliver asked, before taking another sip of beer. It was obvious by the look on Sam's face that it was Andy.

Quirking his eyebrow, Sam said, "The hospital released her today, so she's trying to adjust."

Buzz.

Busy?

Sam glanced at Oliver. "Sorry buddy, gotta go."

Oliver's eyebrows shot up. "Doesn't Callaghan have her for the night?"

Ignoring his friend, Sam threw some money down on the counter. "See you tomorrow." On his way out, he shook off an approaching badge bunny and replied to Andy's text. Not for you.

Andy smiled, then hit the button to call him. Hearing background noise when he picked up, she frowned. "Where are you?"

"Leaving The Penny," Sam replied as he headed toward his truck.

"The cop bar?" Andy asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh," Andy said, unable to keep her mind from wandering and wondering whom he'd been there with and if he was alone now.

Sam smirked upon hearing her tone. "I was with Oliver."

Her lips curled upward. "I thought you said you weren't busy."

"I said I wasn't too busy for you," Sam corrected.

She hesitated, warmth spreading to her cheeks as she asked the next question. "But for one of the other rookies?"

Sam remained silent for a moment, wondering how blunt he should be. "Busy," he finally said.

There was another spell of silence. "How's Oliver?"

"Good," Sam replied, as he buckled up and pulled out of the parking lot, putting her on speakerphone. "How did things go?"

"Do I like the outdoors?"

He frowned. "You love it."

"So I'd like camping or things like a fishing cabin?"

Silence.

"Sam?"

He unclenched his teeth, trying to block out the trip Andy had taken to Luke's fishing cabin, not long after the night of the blackout. "Yes."

She frowned at his tone.

"Why, did Luke offer to take you to his fishing cabin again?" Sam said before he could stop himself.

"No," Andy replied, her frown deepening. "But it sounds like I've been there before and I thought that maybe if I like the outdoors then that's something I could have liked about him."

"Did you ask him that?"

"No."

"Why not?" Sam pressed. He really didn't want to be the one helping Andy figure out why she liked Luke in the first place, especially if it helped her like the man again.

"Because I'd rather talk to you… but if you don't want to, then I won't. I'll ask Traci next time."

He felt some of his anger fade away. "McNally, it's fine. You can ask me anything."

"Anything?" she pressed, biting down on her lower lip.

Sam hesitated. "Yeah."

Her mind raced. There were a lot of questions she wanted to ask him, about him, the biggest one being what they meant to one another, but she found the question stuck in her throat. When everything went quiet on Sam's end, she said, "Are you home?"

"Yeah." He closed the door of his truck, unlocked his front door and stepped inside, then headed up to his room. Setting his phone down on the bed, he took his clothes off and climbed under the covers, frowning at the prospect of talking to a woman on the phone while lying in bed. It seemed like something someone might do in a relationship – something someone else might do in a relationship, not him. Yet, despite how foreign it was to him, hearing her voice while he lay back was oddly comforting. "Where are you?"

"I'm in bed too."

His mouth fell open. Too? "How did you—?"

"I umm… I think I heard you take your clothes off." The second it left her mouth, she felt her cheeks warm up again. That came out a little too personal.

Sam couldn't help but laugh, knowing without a doubt that her face was a pretty shade of pink. "You can stop blushing now McNally."

"I'm not," she argued, but she knew it didn't sound convincing.

"Yeah, okay," he drawled. That's when it hit him. "Where's Callaghan?"

"He went back to work."

He hesitated. The thought of her sharing the same bed with Luke suddenly made talking to her seem really awkward.

"Tell me a story," Andy said, closing her eyes.

"You want a story?" he asked, eyes wide.

"Uh huh," she said. "I haven't been able to sleep all day… with all of this… I just want to hear your voice."

His mouth fell open again, surprised by her admission. "I'm not exactly a storyteller McNally."

"I don't want to hear about dragons and princesses Sam," she said, laughing softly. "Tell me a story about work or… what was that story about Oliver that you threatened to tell? The one from the academy?"

Sam smiled. Hearing her yawn, he agreed. "Alright, close your eyes, but I'm warning you, if you fall asleep partway through I can't tell you again. Oliver would kill me if he found out I told you in the first place."

"Okay."

"Are your eyes closed?" Sam asked, hearing her yawn again.

"Uh huh," she mumbled.

"Do you have your poodle with you?"

"Uh huh," she mumbled again, this time a little quieter. "Luke hates it."

He smiled again. If she was sleeping with the poodle, then she clearly didn't care that Luke hated it, and if Luke hated it, then the guy had to know exactly who gave it to her. Realizing she was waiting for the story, Sam said, "It was in our second month at the academy. Oliver, Jerry, and I were…" He fell silent for a long moment, listening as her breathing changed. Still, he waited a few minutes to make sure she was asleep, then quietly said, "Goodnight McNally" before reluctantly hanging up the phone and closing his own eyes.

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Does anyone think Sam has crossed any lines? Has Andy? And will Luke finally get it together and make a comeback?

Up next, how far is Sam willing to accompany Andy down memory lane?