A/N: Another short chapter! I realise this fic is going on a bit but the characters just bring me on this journey!

After signing out at the division they went to the locker rooms to change and met back at Sam's car. He held the door open for her then climbed in himself. He bucked his belt as he pulled out into the street.

"Hungry?" he asked.

"Yeah, starved."

"What do you fancy?"

"There is a very cool Vietnamese place near my place…" she started but when she glanced over at him he was looking at her with one eyebrow cocked. "Or not." She rolled her eyes with a smile. "I suppose you want hot dogs?"

"No, no we can do better than that," he said as he drove towards her place so she could change.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Tapas."

"Really? I wouldn't have put you down for an ethnic foodie."

"What you thought I ranged from hotdogs to pizza and back again?"

"Pretty much yeah!" she said laughing.

"Hey I can do strange foods and romantic meals when the time moves me."

"Romantic? Really?"

"Yeah. Why sound so surprised?"

"I guess I never had you pegged for romance."

"I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do." Sam immediately regretted the words as he spoke and there was a moment of silence. He wasn't closed off or guarded, he was just careful and he knew that Andy knew him better than most people. "So, tapas…" he said after a few minutes. "Spicy food you eat with your fingers and share with a friend? What's not to love!" Andy smiled at his curved upper lip and how he wagged his eyebrows at her.

"Sounds good."

"There is a great place near my flat. When you go in to grab some clothes, I'll ring an order in to collect on the way."

When they got to hers, Andy ran in. She raced through the house and packed an overnight bag. She wasn't working tomorrow and wanted to spend as much time as she could with him before she had to go back to the division. When she returned Sam was sitting in the car with his phone in his hands and his head resting against the window.

"Did you ring?"

"Yeah, it'll be ready by the time we get there." She watched as she tossed a backpack into the back seat then started the engine to drive off. They stopped for the food then raced home. Sam carried the food in and put it onto the coffee table in the living room then knelt before the fire place to get it ready.

"Grab some plates from the kitchen."

"Sure." Andy walked into the kitchen and suddenly realised she had never been in here before. His living room, his bedroom, his bathroom, but never his kitchen. She looked around with interest. It was small but seemed well used. Pots hung on the wall and there was a rack for cooking tools. The presses seemed to be organised well and she found some plates to bring out. She didn't bother with cutlery as he made a point of mentioning the finger food.

When she was back in the living room, she started to unpack the food. He was just lighting the fire when she had the food ready and after washing his hands in the kitchen he joined her. She had pulled some cushions onto the floor by the table and had put the food out onto some small plates. He returned from the kitchen with a couple of bottles of beer and twisted off both caps before sitting down and handing one to her.

They ate for a few moments in silence, spicy chicken, onion squares, chunks of potato, stuffed mushrooms, ham croquettes. All small bite sized food some with sauce that dripped on their fingers, some dry with spicy powder.

"This…is…amazing!" she said between mouthfuls.

"I told you." He bit into a large stuffed mushroom and ended up dropping half of it onto his shirt. Andy laughed as he picked it up and put it on the table. "Funny, huh."

"Little bit!" she closed one eye and held her thumb and forefinger apart in front of her open eye.

"Here…try this…" he held a ham croquette out to her, close to her lips. "Don't bite my finger."

She bit it in half, but he held the rest out to her. She finished what she had in her mouth then leaned down to take the rest. She couldn't help but take his fingers in his mouth as she did. Her lips were warm and wet and her tongue curled round the food, licking his fingers as she withdrew.

"Mmmm," she said as she finished it.

"Good huh?"

"Really good. And now I know why you love this food."

"What?!" he asked innocently as he lifted his hands up defensively.

"You're trying to seduce me."

"Seduce? You?"

"Yeah, finger food…watching me lick my fingers, lick yours…lips…tongue…you're a filthy seducer!" she was laughing and he tried to feign surprise but she started to move up on all four and crawl towards him. With her hands on his knees she leaned forward and kissed him. He wrapped her up in his arms and pulled her close. Then leaned back on the pillows and tugged her down with him.

She stopped kissing him and lifted her head to look at him. He brushed her hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ears and smiled. She kissed him lightly on the lips then lowered her head to his chest and hugged him tight. He could feel her heart beating fast against his chest and something told him there were words, questions on her lips that she was struggling to hold back. No doubt it was about the house visit they went to today and that wasn't something he wanted to dredge up right now. With her head on his chest, he stroked her hair with one hand and rubbed her back with the other, then planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She seemed to snuggle in close to him and it wasn't long before her grip was loosened and her breathing evened out. Sam tilted his head to get a look at her and saw that she was asleep. Not wanting to move her he shifted the pillows behind his head for more support and tipped his head back. Within moments of closing his eyes he was asleep too.

Andy woke up first. Her body ached from the hard floor and she was shivering. The fire had gone out and they were lying on the floor without a blanket. She pushed herself up onto her knees and his arms fell away from her. This jolted him awake and he sat up immediately, grabbed her shoulders and held her away from him a wild look of fear and anger in his eyes.

"Sam…it's me…it's Andy" she said. His eyes were wide and he looked around the room still disorientated from suddenly being woken but after the seconds passed he seemed to relax. The tight grip he had in her shoulders loosened. "You ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me."

"It's 3.40am. We fell asleep."

"Let's go upstairs. Hell of a lot comfier than this floor."

"Warmer too I hope." She smiled as she stood up and held out her hand for him to take. He took her hands but just looked up at her. She tugged on his hands but he didn't move. For another moment he just looked up at her. Then slowly he rose, stood in front of her and pulled her into a tight hug. Without releasing her fully, he tucked her under his arm and walked her up stairs. At the door to his room he turned her to face him. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. It was a soft, warm kiss, no tongue just his lips pressed on hers.

When he released her she looked up at him and smiled with a curious look in her eyes.

"Sam?" she whispered.

"I…" he started to talk, his hands ran through her hair, his eyes roamed over her face, her body. Her eyes were wide and expectant. Her hands moved from his shoulders, down his chest to circle his waist. "I…um, I'm just gonna grab a shower."

He dropped his hands from her hair and he took a step back. He turned to the hot press and pulled out a towel. Andy was still standing in the doorway "Its ok, I'll be quick." He leaned towards her and kissed her cheek then went into the bathroom. He had left the door ajar and stripped then stepped into the water.

He couldn't hear anything over the water pouring onto his head. The dream was back. Only this time when he woke up and grabbed Andy he thought it was his sister he was grabbing. He thought he had saved Sarah.

Saved her. Saved her. Saved her.

The thought circled his head, infecting everything he was trying to think about. Sam looked up into the streaming water and let it wash the tears that were falling unbidden from his eyes. He turned in the shower, lathered gel into his hands and washed himself down then turned off the water and stepped out. He towelled down then wrapped it around his hips. He grabbed another towel and dried his hair as best he could. When he stepped out of the bathroom he saw the bedroom light was still on. He expected her to be sleeping by now. He hoped she would be anyway. He couldn't face her questions. Not yet.

The bedside lamp was on, she was sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed, wearing a pair of check shorts and a navy tank top. She was watching the door waiting for him. He walked in, still rubbing his hair with a towel and sat on the end of the bed. She noticed his eyes, red rimmed, tear stained. The shower did nothing to hide the traces. She crawled up behind him, slipped her hands around his waist and rested her head on the top of his shoulders.

Sam pulled the towel off his hair and dropped it into a pile on the floor. He covered her hands with his own and leaned his head back to press on hers.

"Andy…"

"Shhhhhh." She said simply. She kissed the back of his neck then leaned back and pulled him with her. "Come to bed." She crawled up the bed and pulled the duvet down. Sam dropped the towel from his hips and walked around the bed to climb in. She was on her side facing him so he rolled onto his side facing away. She spooned up behind him. He pulled her hand from resting on his waist to wrap around his chest. He kissed her fingers and pulled her tighter behind him.

Andy kissed the top of his shoulder and snuggled in. She could feel his heart beating erratically under her hands an felt his chest rattle as he exhaled a ragged breath. She counted his heart beats until they slowed and finally it was a sleepy relaxed rhythm that she found soothing. It wasn't long before she fell into a light slumber after him.