A/N: For those who don't know the OPP are the Ontario Provincial Police and best I can tell is that they are like a federal police force...or something...Think FBI! Work with me on this one... artistic license at the very least!

Andy was dressed and sipping coffee in the kitchen when Sam came downstairs. She had toast and bacon ready for him and a cup of coffee. He ate it hungrily and drank his hot coffee as fast as he could.

"Man I should have woken up earlier."

"You probably should have gotten to bed earlier." She rinsed out her cup and washed his now empty plate.

"Actually," he came up behind her and circled his arms around her, then bent down to kiss the side of her neck. "I think you'll find that I was in bed."

"That's true I suppose…"

"Not my fault there was a harlot in there keeping me awake!"

"Sam!" she turned and swatted his shoulder with a wet hand, leaving a trail of bubbles there.

"Hey I wasn't complaining!" He kissed her and felt her chuckle beneath him. "But now I have to go to work." Sam released her and turned to grab his coat from the chair behind them. He slipped it on as she went into the living room for hers. "Ready?"

He locked up as she climbed into his truck and soon they were driving through night time traffic. She rested her elbow on the car door and her head in her hand. She watched the streets go by with a half mile on her lips. Sam glanced over at her and couldn't help his hand as it reached over and took the hand she had resting on her lap. She turned and smiled at him as he interlocked their fingers and pulled her hand over to hold against his chest.

Soon he had parked up outside her flat and pulled her over the seat next to him.

"Be careful tonight, Sam."

"I always am."

He tugged her closer and lifted her onto his lap. She sat sideways, her back to the window and her head on his shoulder. He hugged her tight against him and dropped a kiss onto the top of her head.

"Andy…"

"Mmm?"

Sam closed his eyes. His thoughts were rattling round in his head, looking for a mode of escape but his lips wouldn't let them pass. Something in him was stopping them from forming, and he didn't have the ability to force them out.

"Sleep well," was all he managed to let out. Andy lay still for a moment, listening to his heart beating rapidly. She thought of sitting up and asking him to talk but he had made his decision. She sat up, held his face between her hands and kissed him. When she pulled away she looked at him for a moment and saw the struggle plainly on his face.

"Goodnight." She smiled at him and he returned it but it didn't reach his eyes. Andy reached into the back seat and grabbed her bag then climbed off his lap and opened the car door. He held her hand for as long as he could reach letting her fingers drag across his palm. He sat in the car and watched her go into her building and close the door before he drove away.

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Sam stood in the parade room and stared at the billboard. The map of the district was littered with red push pins, each one indicating an assault of a young girl, each of them meeting the criteria of the case that was taking over the division. There were too many red pins, one was too many, Sam realised with a scoff but here he was counting 6. Then the scattering of blue pins, indicating a lower level of assault, was twice that. None of them seemed to be in a pattern, none of them in the same area, none of them in the same place twice. His frowned deepened and he tried to work it out, tried to see something that the others were missing.

Behind him Oliver walked in and came over to stand next to him. They both stood in silence for a while before Jerry walked in, his jacket slung over his shoulder.

"Hey," he said and both Oliver and Sam turned to see him. He looked tired an worn out. He had dark circles under his eyes and he was paler than usual.

"You should go home brother," Oliver said and he patted Jerry on the shoulder. "You look like crap."

"Thanks." Jerry leaned back on the table at the top of the room and looked at the map with the both of them.

"There is nothing here." Sam spoke softly.

"No. I've been staring at it for days." Jerry matched his tone their despair obvious. "Every lead we think we have brings us into a dead end. We need a break in this case. And we need it now."

"There has been trace evidence of DNA in nearly every crime scene, we have CCTV footage of the same car in three locations and eye witnesses from four locations that have produced photo fit pictures of three different men." Sam started to pace. "How is it possible for us to still be so empty handed?"

"It's a crime ring Sam. You know better than most how hard it is to penetrate a solid organisation like this one."

"How hard it is?" Sam's voice was getting louder. "Someone needs to go tell those girls how hard it is."

"Sam-"

"This is ridiculous." He bumped off one of the tables knocking it aside. His hands were clenched into fists as he paced. "This kind of case can't be left to chance, can't be left to waiting and seeing…one girl on that board is too much…and now there are 6."

"I know. The OPP are arriving in the morning to look through the case. Seemingly they have been tracking this syndicate for a while. They think they might be responsible for more than just the attacks in Toronto."

"Why has it taken this long for them to get on top of this?!" Sam was shouting now. Pacing the top of the room, clenching and unclenching his fists. "And if they knew about it what have they been doing to stop it?! Jesus Christ these girls could have been saved from going through these attacks."

"Sam if they were able to stop, you damn well know they would have." Jerry crossed the room into Sam's path to stop him. "Nobody is letting this continue. We have doubled the police presence on the streets. Everybody is working to stop it now, and for good."

Sam lifted one of his hands to his face and closed his eyes. Slowly he started to nod his head. "I know. I know they are but it's…"

"I know it is." Jerry patted his friend on the shoulder. "Look if this is too much-"

"Don't." Sam swatted his hand away. "Don't try to tell me I shouldn't be here, or I shouldn't work on this case. I'm staying." He backed away from his friend and left the room. Jerry watched after him for a moment then turned to see Oliver still standing near the billboard.

"I'll ride with him tonight." Oliver said as he started to follow Sam.

"Watch out for him."

Oliver lifted his hand in a wave and left after Sam only to find him in the weapons room. Sam was checking his clip an fixing his gun to his belt.

"You here to convince me to go home?" Sam asked without looking up.

"Hell no, I need you with me tonight to buy me dinner. I'm flat broke!" Sam smiled and his shoulder shook with a chuckle. "C'mon, I'm driving."

Dawn couldn't come quickly enough. They travelled the city in laps, concentrating on the park areas where most of the attacks had taken place. They spoke little but they didn't need to. Sam was content to let the night pass, to concentrate on watching the streets and listening to the police radio for clues of any attacks. Oliver was content to just be with him and let him know he wasn't alone. Finally when the sun pierced the darkness they made their way back to the division.

They walked through the bullpen to the parade room to sign out. Back in the locker room they sat on the bench next to each other.

"Want to go grab some breakfast?" Oliver asked.

"No, not this morning. I need to get some sleep."

"So you're not going to McNallys then?" Sam looked up at Oliver who was now standing at his locker and pulling out his clothes with a smile. "Oh c'mon brother. I might not be a detective but I'm not blind!"

"Heh, seemingly not."

"I think it's great. You need someone."

"I do?"

"You need someone who will look after you...She makes you happy?"

"Yeah…yeah she does." Sam smiled at the memory of her sitting on his lap in the car and kissing him.

"Then run with it." Oliver had changed as he spoke and grabbed his coat from the locker. He patted his friend on the shoulder then turned to leave. "See you tonight brother."

"Bye."

He watched him leave. Then he changed quickly and raced out to his car. He had intended on going home. Getting some sleep and then making it into work earlier than his shift was to begin to see what work the OPP were doing on the case. But as soon as he got into his car he knew he was driving to her place instead. He parked on the street then hopped out and jogged to her door. He rang the bell once and waited, then rang it again. Her sleepy voice answered the buzzer intercom.

"If this isn't Sam…go away." She muttered.

He smiled. "It's Sam."

"Then come in." The door buzzed loudly and he pushed it open. He raced up the stairs to her door and found it ajar. After walking in he locked it behind him and went towards the living room and kitchen but found them empty.

"Andy?" he called out but there was no response. He walked down the dark hall to her bedroom and found her lying in bed. He started to strip as he walked across the room and was naked by the time he climbed in next to her. He spooned up behind her and was more than a little delighted to find her just as naked as he.

"Jesus Christ Sam! You are freezing!" she called out when he pressed his body next to hers. He laughed and held her tighter against him as she tried to squirm away.

"I know, I need you to keep me warm!"

"Sam!" she was laughing and she tried to peel his arms from around her but he was stronger and held fast.

"I'll be warm in a minute!" She was laughing now, her whole body shaking and he tickled her to draw out more laughing. It was an amazing sound and he never wanted it to stop. He kissed her shoulder and let his tongue out to lick her then blew cold air over her, making her squirm even more.

"Okay, okay…" she was gasping, trying to catch her breath from his persistent tickling. "I surrender; I tap out, uncle, uncle!"

His fingers stopped tickling and moved instead to stroke her. They ran up and down her chest, her side, her leg as far as he could reach and she settled against him with a sigh.

"How was your shift?" she asked

"Quiet. Tuesday night's usually are. The OPP are meeting with Jerry today about the case. I wanna get in early and see them."

"Sam you are working tonight, and you just worked last night." She turned over to face him and he saw the worried look in her eyes.

"I know, I just want to go in a few hours early, just to see what it is they have to say."

Her hand came up to stroke his face and he turned her head to kiss her palm. "Okay, I'll go in with you."

"You don't need to…"

"I'm going with you." She put her hand on the back of his head and kissed him.

"So we should probably get some sleep…" he muttered against her lips then he rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. She lay on top of him, their legs entwined. He held her close with a hand pressing her down at the small of her back, and the other buried into her hair to keep her lips pressed to his.

She could feel his growing erection against her crotch and she moved her hips to encourage it. He smiled and rolled them over again so he was on top. He settled between her legs and kissed her hungrily. She bent her legs around him and arched her back to push her hips against his. Sam grasped her hands and held them up above her head as he lifted his hips and pushed into her. Andy moaned at the sensation, then he pulled all the way out and painfully slowly pushed back in.

"Sam…" she panted his name and urged him to hurry but Sam was lost in the measured strokes and how they sent shooting arrows of pleasure around his body. He leaned back, braced one hand near her head and with the other grabbed purchase from the headboard. Now with her hands free she could grab him, touch him, and encourage him to move faster but no matter what she did he continued his leisurely pace though she could see by the strain on his face that it was taking all of his control to do so.

"Wait…hold on…" He whispered as he slipped one hand beneath her ass and arched her hips towards him then lifted one of his legs forcing hers to take another angle and then this time when he pushed into her he reached deeper than before. She gasped and rolled her head back, her mouth open to get more air that she wasn't able to hold as his pace started to increase. Each stroke felt like an eternity, in and out, pressure increasing along with his speed.

Their voices mingled in pants and moans and he leaned down to kiss her to swallow her mewling sounds. She kept pace with him for as long as she could but soon that familiar tingle, that quiver she was waiting for, started to bubble up. When he felt her start to lose the rhythm he reached one hand down between them and found that sweet spot, he circled it with his thumb and continued to push into her until finally she fell over the edge. He felt her insides pulsating around him and he let it carry him over with her.

He fell on top of her but instantly rolled off her, taking her with him so she was lying on his chest. They both lay in silence the only sound room their panting as they tried to catch their breaths.

"That was…" she started.

"…yeah…" he finished and hugged her to him. "And I'm not cold anymore." She chuckled, her whole body shook and he loved it. He never wanted to let her go.

"No, no you're not." She kissed his chest and rolled off him. Then on her side she bent her arm and rested her head in her hand. Her other hand rested on his chest and he covered it with both of his own to keep it there. "You're amazing."

"I'm good…I'll give you that…but amazing? You're making me blush." He rolled his had to look at her and smiled. She shook her head with a small smile in return and noticed how his eyes were drooping. She leaned in and kissed his lips then settled her head on his shoulder and snuggled closer. Moments later they were both asleep.