A/N: A nice long chapter for you! WOOO!

~Sorry for any typos!

Jerry was talking on the phone when they got back to the division. Frank saw Sam walking through the bullpen and hurried out to meet him at the desk.

"Anything?"

Sam shook his head and leaned on the desk, then got off the desk and started to pace behind it. Andy had just caught up with them now and stood at the top of the stairs. Frank sat on the corner of the desk and Jerry hung up the phone.

"Don't stress it Sam, he hasn't spoken in over a year," he said to his friend when he saw the stricken look on his face. "That was the hospital. Toxicology came in, she was drugged with a barbiturate called seconal. Its mild enough but in a strong enough dose, which is what she got it can almost anesthetise entirely."

"How was it injected?" Frank asked.

"Puncture wound on the back of her neck near her shoulder." Jerry pointed it out on his own body by tapping two fingers, where his shoulder met his neck. "She would have been out for a couple of hours."

"She said she woke up with someone on top of her." Andy spoke up. "If she was out for a few hours…" her voice trailed off as her words sank in.

"There were traces of DNA on her body…two different sets of DNA." Jerry said.

"Oh god." Frank stood up from the table. Sam had walked over to the wall and placed both of his hands flat against it. He was partially bent over as if her was feeling sick.

"There is an officer with the girl at the moment trying to get a photofit, but if she was head on the head, then drugged… it was night time she was scared…I'm not expecting much."

"Footpatrol?" Frank asked.

"Out at Queens Park, canvasing, checking for witnesses. Checked CCTV footage in the area, nothing is showing up yet."

Slowly frank nodded his head, knowing that Jerry had everything in motion, all angles covered. "Okay. Let me know if there are any changes." He walked over to where Sam was standing and put a hand on his shoulder. "Sam, go home. Get some rest."

"Yes, sir."

Frank walked off. Jerry stood and stretched his sore muscles. "Sammy, come for a drink with me?"

"Yeah, yeah. Let me get changed, I'll meet you there."

Jerry walked off and Andy approached Sam tentatively. He stood up straight and turned to face her. His face was deathly pale and his jaw was still twitching with tension.

"Now it's your turn to offer me words of comfort?" he said his voice cold and angry.

"I don't have words to comfort you Sam."

"You're right, you don't."

He walked by her and she let him. Watched him walk through the bullpen to the men's locker room then went to the ladies and changed out of her uniform. When she came out, her bag slung over her shoulder she paused outside the men's room for a moment, wondering if she should go in to talk to him, then pushed her hesitation aside as she opened the door.

The rows of lockers were empty. The benches cleaned of the usual debris of a shift change, except for Sam's bag. His clothes were on the floor and half out of his bag. She couldn't hear the shower going as she walked further into the room.

"Sam?" she called out but there was no response. Just as she was about to turn and leave when she heard his voice.

"I know it's different but it doesn't matter. It all hurts the same."

There was a pause. Sam stepped further still into the room.

"Yah, she was only 13…same as you….I don't know…"

Andy stopped in her tracks when she heard his take a deep shaky breath and then released it in a ragged sob.

"No, I'm not going back to see him. I'm through with all the counselling bullshit. It just doesn't work for me, you know I'm not a talker…It worked for you, and that's great, but…No, I can't. Not yet."

His voice got a little louder as Sam walked back towards the main area of the locker room. Andy turned and hurried to the door, knowing that he would hate that she was overhearing his conversation.

"I'll call you in a while…Yeah…ok…I'll see if I can get some time off to see you…ok, I love you."

Andy was at the door when Sam turned the corner to the lockers and she made like she was just entering the room. He was just out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around his hips. He was looking at the phone in his hands as he walked to his bag and only looked up at the last minute.

"Sam…" she stepped towards him but still hung near the doorway.

"What are you doing in here McNally?" He looked back down to his bag, shoved his phone in and pulled out some clothes.

"I came in to see…if you…if you wanted to talk…or something?"

"Or something? He looked up at her with a crooked smile. "What are you offering exactly?"

"I just thought you might want to talk, or go for a drink."

"I am going for a drink. Specifically so I don't have to talk."

"Oh, ok."

"So eh…if you don't mind." He tugged on the knot in his towel and it loosened around his hips. He smiled at the look on her face as she turned and left the room.

The black penny was quiet for the amount of people in the room. Sam spotted Andy sitting with Chris and Gail, She was obviously watching the door as she was half out of her seat by the time he closed the door behind him. Jerry was sitting alone at the bar and had two glasses of whiskey in front of him. Sam went over and sat in the empty seat beside him. He took the glass without a word and swallowed the drink in one. Jerry watched him then did the same with his own drink. He gestured at the bar for another round. This time when the glasses were placed in front of them they lifted them and clinked them then took a sip each.

"Sam…you can't go through this again."

"No Traci tonight?"

"I won't let you."

"I guess she has Leo tonight."

"I can't see you hurting as much as you did last year." Sam was about to speak again but Jerry put a hand on his arm to stop him. "Sammy…stop."

From across the room Andy watched the exchange with interest. Chris and Gail talked on without her attention. She focused on Sam. His tense shoulder, bowed head and his left foot bouncing on the step of the chair. They talked for a while but it seemed that Jerry was making all the effort. Sam nodded his head, spoke in short sentences but all the while his foot was bouncing and his shoulders were squared. Jerry finished his drink and when Sam offered to buy another he refused.

"No, I'm going home. I'm going to get some sleep and you should too."

"I will."

Jerry stood away from the bar and patted his friend on the shoulder then walked out. Andy watched Sam for a moment then picked up her drink and walked over to sit beside him, taking the seat that Jerry just left.

"Ah McNally, I was wondering how long it would take you." He spoke as he took a drink form the barman.

"For what?"

"To come over and try to get me to open up."

"I'm not going to try to do that."

"Oh?"

"No." She kept her eyes forward as she sipped her own drink. "I just don't think you should be drinking alone"

Sam lifted his glass to her in a salute and sipped with her. They sat in silence for that drink then another. Then Andy ordered a third and Sam got up to use the bathroom. When he returned he didn't take his seat, instead he reached for his glass and drank the dregs of his drink in on go.

"I'm off."

He was slightly unsteady as he reached into his pocket for his keys and tried to take his coat from the back of the chair

"You're not even thinking about driving."

"Driving? Yes, I'm drunk. I shouldn't."

"Sam, you need to get a cab."

"Of course I didn't."

"Huh?" she finished her own drink and stood up then walked out with him to the car lot. The cool fresh air seemed to make him worse and he staggered towards his truck. "No, you're drunk, you can't drive."

"Are you driving?" he handed her his keys. She took them but guided him away from the car, one hand on her arm, the other on his back.

"No, we're getting a cab."

"Oh."

They weren't at the curb for long when the cab pulled up. She shoved him into the back seat and climbed in behind him. He let his head fall back against the window shelf and closed his eyes over. Andy called her address out to the driver and looked over at Sam. His hand was splayed out on the leather seat between them and it would have been so easy to reach across those few inches and clasp his hand in hers. But those inches may as well have been miles. She knew he would shake her off and as if he knew what she was thinking, his hand balled up into a fist then moved to cover his face. The drive to Andy's place was short and he wasn't sure why she was tugging him out of the cab. He stood on the street as she paid the driver and wondered briefly where he was.

"Come on in, I'll get you a coffee." She said and she pulled his arm into her place. He shoved his hands into his pockets. "You don't want to wake up tomorrow with a head on you," she said. She was speaking fast, as she tried to open the door then finally the key slipped in and she pushed it open. She stepped into the hallway and moved aside with a gesture for him to follow. He did without a word and stood in the hallway as she closed the door. When it closed over and the lock slid into place Sam moved.

He grabbed her shoulder and turned her to face him then kissed her. He pushed her against the door and kissed her harder, pressed his body against her as his hands gripped her shoulders even tighter. She moved her hands up to push him away, but found her fingers curling around his neck and pulling him in even tighter. His hands moved off her shoulders, down her arms to grip her waist. She squirmed against him as his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth.

He pulled her shirt out of her jeans and in one motion yanked it off over her head, then snatched her lips back into his kiss. His hands stroked her back, as one moved up and down her spine, the other moved down over her butt then curled down her leg to her knee and lifted it around his waist. He lowered his body slightly and picked her up. Her legs went around him in the most natural way and he turned to walk them both towards the kitchen.

There was a free standing island in the centre of the kitchen. He perched her on there and allowed his hands then to roam all over her body. She leaned back, rested on her elbows as his lips kissed her neck and chest. She tightened the grip she had on him with her legs, pulled him even closer until she could feel his erection pressing into her. She moaned and squirmed as his hands flew down to her jeans. He opened the button and the zipper and she lifted her ass to help him pull them off her. He pulled them off her along with her panties. Her hands were on his jeans, tugging on his fastenings but she was taking too long. He brushed her hands away and undid them himself and dropped them to his ankles.

With both hands on her hips he pulled her closer to the edge then kissed her. His tongue opened her lips, licked the inside of her cheeks and tousled with her tongue then in a quick smooth movement he entered her with a grunt. He stilled for a moment, his breath uneven and ragged. Andy tightened her grip with her legs and slowly he pulled out, almost all the way then drove right back into her. Andy moaned. The cold sensation of the marble counter top and the burning heat from his body was a beautiful mixed combination. She leaned back and gave him a stunning view of her breasts, bouncing and moving with each slow thrust be made into her. With one hand on the small of her back, he reached up and undid the clasp of her bra then tossed it aside.

He leaned down and captured one nipple with his mouth, suckled and licked then moved onto the other one. Andy's fingers scraped red lines on his back and arms as she gripped him tighter as he sped up. He straightened, pulled her hips closer and pumped into her. She gripped the edge of the counter to counter his pushing and the friction caused that wonderful quiver to start in her centre.

Her breath caught in her throat and he could feel her body tensing. A film of sweat was forming on his face, the strain of holding back. He knew walking in her door that this was a bad idea. And when he kissed her it became a worse idea. But he didn't care. He needed this. Wanted it. Had wanted it for a long time and what better time than when he was waiting for oblivion. And here it was. His whole body was tingling. He could feel her tremor starting, her legs tightened around him and her counter pushing stopped and he knew she was on edge. His fingers dug into hips and he thrust into her finally feeling his release explode as hers gripped him and pulled him over into ecstasy with her.

He fell forward over her and they both lay there panting. Only then did they realise that the lights were off, the curtains were open and the moonlight was streaming in. Slowly Sam pushed off her, his hands rested either side of her torso and he looked down at her. Her hair was fanned out on the counter behind her, her eyes were closed and her face was so relaxed he thought she might be sleeping. Then she opened her eyes and turned to face him with a shy smile, he couldn't help but return.

Sam straightened fully then reached down to pull up his jeans and boxers. He half turned from her to allow her some privacy to get dressed in then remembered her had tossed her top over his head by the door.

"Um…" Sam glanced at her over his shoulder. She was sitting on the edge of the counter, her fingers curled around the edge and she watched him without blushing. "…one sec."

He hurried over to the door to grab her top then back to her and handed it to her. She slipped it on then jumped down off the counter to put on her jeans.

"So…coffee?" she asked as she turned on the lights.

"Eh…yeah." Sam watched her walk around the kitchen, fill the kettle and grab two mugs from the press and all the while he was imagining her skin under her fingers, her breasts under his lips and her face as she came, her lips parting on a ragged breath. Sam shook his head to rid himself of those images. He wanted to cross the kitchen and pull her to him again, and then she turned to him and smiled. He was already moving closer. He walked around the counter and came up behind her. Slipped his hands around her waist and hugged her back to him. She sighed against him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"Hey…" he muttered against her ear and she smiled.

"Hey."

"So that happened."

"Ha, yeah, it did." Her voice was but a whisper.

"I didn't mean to just pounce…I meant it to be a hell of a lot smoother than that."

"Meant what to be?"

"My seduction of you."

"So you've thought about it?"

"Pretty much nothing but it."

She chuckled and he loved the way her body jiggled against his. They were silent for a moment; the only sound in the room was the kettle coming to a boil. She didn't want to break the contact to reach for it but his hands slipped away from her and he took a step back.

When the coffee was ready she passed him his cup. He leaned back against the island counter and she leaned back opposite him.

"You seemed to be having an intense chat with Jerry earlier."

"Yeah." He didn't commit to the conversation and instead looked away and sipped his coffee.

"He's worried about you."

"Yep."

"Sam…"

"Don't. Andy please don't."

"I just want to-"

"But I don't." He put down his coffee and started to walk out. She followed.

"Sam, wait." She tugged on his arm to stop him from reaching the door. "Wait…"

"For what Andy, for what!"

"I know you aren't a talker, I know you are hurting-"

"What the hell do you know Andy. You don't know anything."

"I know what this is doing to you. If counselling didn't work for you before maybe it was a bad match! It's not a weakness Sam."

"What? You were listening to my phone call?" He shook her arm off him. "God dammit Andy, it's got nothing to do with you! Can't you just leave it alone!"

He stared at her for a moment then turned and walked out the door.