Thank you to everyone who left a review or followed/favorited this story! The response was more than I expected! I wasn't sure what people would think of this AU. Here's the second and last part to this little journey. I hope you like it. :) Let me know what you think with a review.

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Chapter 2

The sun was setting as Sam got to work in Andy's kitchen. She was pulling out some cooking dishes and utensils since he didn't know where anything was, while he headed to the fridge to get everything he needed. He was never more glad her back was too him when his eyes caught sight of the photos stuck to her fridge and his face dropped.

His eyes went wide, recognizing the location of one of the photos where Andy was surrounded by three friends. He swallowed thickly, trying to calm himself so as not to appear shaken when he finally spoke.

"Nice photo," he commented casually, pointing to the one he instantly needed to know more about.

"Thanks, not the best one of us, but it was the end of the first week at the academy and we were just happy to survive," she said.

"Academy?" he asked. He was playing dumb, but what she said only confirmed what he thought. She was a cop, or about to become one. Of all the people to run into, he runs into a cop.

"Police academy. A few months and I'll be a cop," she answered proudly.

"Wow, right here in Toronto?" he asked, fishing for more information.

"Yup. Don't know which division yet. And look, I know you said no cops last night, and technically I'm not one. And I didn't call anyone, so you don't have to worry," she said frantically.

"Got it, not a cop yet." He tried to force a smile so she wouldn't notice anything was wrong, but internally he was kicking himself. It was even more important Hill didn't find out who he was with now. He'd put this innocent soon-to-be-cop in harm's way because he let his heart take over.

That was it, he had to leave. He'd cook her dinner, because he owed her that much as a thank you for everything, but then he'd tell her he had to go. If he cut ties now, there was less chance either of them could get into any trouble.

All he had to do was get through dinner and get out of there. The universe, however, had a different plan.

Andy's kitchen was tiny and with both of them in there, it was a pretty tight space. Sam had decided to make this Mexican casserole his sister had taught him to cook many years ago. It was great comfort food and everyone seemed to love it. After mixing together some of the ingredients, he realized he'd forgotten a couple of things in the fridge. Not paying much attention, he spun around and collided directly with Andy. Knocking her off balance as her socks were slippery on the kitchen tile, her arms flailed about and she closed her eyes waiting to hit the ground.

But she didn't. Sam dropped the wooden spoon he'd been holding so his hands could stop her fall. His one hand grabbed her arm, while his other arm darted around behind her. He never realized his reflexes could be that quick, but the moment he bumped into her, all he could think about was not letting her hit the hard floor.

When Andy realized her movement had stopped, she slowly opened her eyes and found Sam bending over as he caught her. Their faces were so close she wondered how she hadn't felt his breath on her skin immediately. Her heart was pounding, but she didn't know if it was from the fall or what Sam did to her when they were this close. With the arm that he wasn't holding, she wrapped it around his waist to help take some of her weight off of his arms.

"Sorry," he whispered, the movement of his lips causing them to nearly touch hers. He loosened his hand on her arm to help them both stand straight. She rested her free hand against his chest, but neither made a move to step away.

"S'ok." Her eyes darted from his brown orbs to his lips and back again. Tilting her head up, she closed her eyes, and his quickly followed suit, as their lips were finding their way closer again. They didn't have much distance to travel, but before they could meet, a piercing beep from the stove startled them apart.

"Oven's heated up," Andy mumbled, as she felt a blush heat her face.

Sam glanced over his shoulder before back at her. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Kitchen's not made for two, I guess," she joked.

Sam gave her his dimpled grin as she bit down on her bottom lip. "I, uh, I just need…" He pointed at the fridge behind her.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," she said, moving to the side. "Anything I can do?"

Back at the stove with the rest of his ingredients, he glanced over his shoulder. "Do you want to make the salad?" he asked.

"That I can do."

They avoided any more near falls, but the kitchen was still small. A bump here, an arm brushing the other, hands grazing as they reached into the same drawer - neither was sure if it was all unintentional. Because clearly the heat in the kitchen wasn't all from the hot oven.

By the time they sat down to eat, the sexual tension still filled the air and that helped Sam not think about the photo and that Andy was a cop, or soon to be one. He forced himself to ignore the risks of what he was doing, so he could make the most of the last minutes he spent with Andy. They ate leisurely and talked - well, mostly Andy talked and Sam listened, smiling at all her stories - and she begged Sam for the recipe of the Mexican casserole.

However, as they cleaned the kitchen - she insisted on helping him even though he offered to do it all - reality came rushing back to him.

"So...uh...I should go. Thank you for everything, Andy," he said, walking out of the kitchen when they'd finished cleaning up.

"What? Now? You can't stay?" she asked, quickly following him as he headed toward the door.

"I have to go," he said. Turning around to face her, he wished he hadn't. The sad look in her eyes was killing him.

She thought she'd read the signs he was giving off. She thought he wanted the same thing she did. But now, he was running out the door. "Was it something I said? I'm sorry if I was asking too many questions."

Sam's heart dropped as her voice came out in a whisper. He took a step toward her and placed his hand on the side of her face. "It's not you. You're amazing," he said softly. "But I can't...I shouldn't be here."

Looking into his eyes, she saw his struggle. He dropped his hand and she did the only thing she could think of. She leaned up and pressed her lips against his. It took Sam a minute to catch up, his hand finding her face again as she fisted his shirt in her hands and tugged him up against her.

Sam pulled his lips from hers when his mind caught up with his heart. "Andy…"

She backed him up against the wall, shaking her head to disagree with whatever protest was lost in his throat. She didn't want to hear it. "Stay," she whispered.

"I'm not good for you," he said.

"I don't care." She didn't wait for him to say anything more. She crushed her lips against his as she pressed her body into him.

It again took his body a minute to catch up, but then one hand was on the back of her head, the other on the side of her face. She tasted even sweeter than he thought she would. His hand left her face to travel down her side and he enjoyed the shiver of her body as his fingers grazed her breast.

He hoisted her up and her legs wrapped around him as he pushed away from the wall. Her hair draping over their joined faces, he hoped not to trip over anything as he walked them to her bed. When his knees hit the mattress, he placed a hand on her back so he could lower them both to the bed. Lying on top of her, her legs holding his hips tight against her, he pulled back enough to look at her. She bucked her hips a little missing his lips on her, and stared back at him.

"You deserve someone better than me," he said.

"Let me decide that," she said between panted breaths. She looked up at him seductively. "You started something. Don't make me finish on my own."

The silkiness in her voice as she said the words - and the image of how she'd finish alone - almost undid him right there. His jeans were obnoxiously uncomfortable now. As his mouth now feasted on her neck, his hands got to work on freeing her from her jeans. By the time they were both undressed, Andy wasn't sure she could take much more; with every caress of his calloused hands she thought she was going to explode.

They both eventually crashed over, several times, before succumbing to sleep with Andy curled up against Sam and his arms securely around her.

Sam woke up the next morning with Andy's warm body curled up to his side, arm strewn across his chest, and her head on his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her holding her to him. With his free hand, he pulled the blanket more securely over them and rubbed up and down her arm gently. He didn't know what he was doing. He'd known this woman for less than 48 hours but he was already falling in love with her. She was smart, sexy, sassy. He wished they hadn't met while he was undercover, but that's the curveball life threw at him. Find a woman you actually care about and you can't even be honest with her.

He knew he was going to hurt her when he disappeared, but he had no choice, especially now that he knew she was a cop. They could both be killed if Anton Hill found out even his undercover persona had spent time with a cop, let alone figuring out he was a cop.

When he felt her start to stir, he decided that if this was all the time they had, he was going to make sure that every second of it she was happy. He wanted to see her smile light up the room, he wanted to hear her laughter echo through his ears, and he wanted her to remember the good things once he disappeared.

Andy smiled as she woke up with her arm around Sam. It was the best night's sleep she'd had since she moved into the apartment months ago. "Morning," she mumbled.

Sam brushed hair off her face, tucking it behind her ear before his hand rested on her neck. "Good morning."

She wasn't even fully awake, but his voice stirred something inside her. She let him tilt her head up, expecting to feel his lips on hers next. And while that was his intention, he stopped short as he stared at her. He face still covered with sleep, her eyes still firmly closed, her pink lips waiting for his.

"Sam…" she whispered pleadingly, which broke him from his trance.

He pressed his mouth to hers, and they kissed languidly as the remnants of sleep floated away. He rolled them over as her hands pressed into his back. She let out a moan as his hands traveled her body and she could feel how aroused he was already against her thigh.

As his mouth traveled down her neck, she thought that if this was her alarm clock every morning, she'd never have trouble waking up.

An hour later, Andy was sitting up in bed, holding the sheets around her tightly as she watched Sam walk back from the kitchen with a glass of orange juice.

"You're the best," she said as he climbed back into bed with her. After taking a sip, he captured her mouth with his for a kiss.

"Anything for you today," he responded when he pulled back.

"Only today?" she asked, smirking at him.

Sam's heart fell, but he forced a smile to stay on his face. "Forever," he said, even though it pained him to lie.

Andy reached across him to put the glass on the night table as she straddled him. He skimmed his hands up and down her sides as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Does anything include staying in bed all day?" she asked, as she nibbled along his jaw.

Sam's breath hitched when she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. "I think that can be arranged," he said before nudging her face until his lips could reach hers.

They did eventually get out of bed hours later, making it as far as the couch with some sandwiches and a movie on the TV. Andy was curled into Sam's side, his arm around her, and she had never felt happier.

At some point in the day, in between movies, Andy pulled out a game of scrabble, and Sam had never had a better afternoon. They talked - nothing deep or serious - Andy took what she could get without pressing too much. Despite all the mystery surrounding him, Andy felt so comfortable with him.

After the sun had long since set and Andy had fallen asleep with her head in his lap, Sam sat staring at the TV, not paying attention to the movie playing. He stroked her hair as he thought about how long he'd been out of touch from everyone - Hill, his handler. There was a fine line of how long you lay low in a situation like his and Sam was precariously reaching that line. He looked down at her, seeing the smile tugging at her lips even as she slept, and he didn't know how to say goodbye. With a sigh, he realized he was going to have to take the easy way out and wait until she was in bed and asleep, when no 'goodbye' would be needed. Tonight. He'd leave tonight.

His plan set, he heard her mumbling as she woke up. He helped her sit up as she muttered something about being sorry she fell asleep. "I'm just so relaxed around you," she admitted shyly. Hand on his jaw, she rubbed her thumb across his cheek, feeling the stubble that she found so sexy.

"I'm glad." He cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips to his.

Sam woke up in the middle of the night with Andy cuddled up against him. He knew it was now or never. This was the easiest way to do this, where he didn't have to make a promises he wouldn't be able to keep - that he'd call her, that he'd see her soon. He hated hurting this amazing women, but he told himself he had no choice. He slowly slid out from under her, holding her head until he could place it gently on the pillow. He was glad she was a heavy sleeper.

He got out of bed, careful not to make much noise and picked his clothes up off the floor. He watched her as he dressed, mentally punching himself for slipping out in the middle of the night like this. This was not how he treated women, but he knew he'd never be able to leave if he actually had to look her in the face and tell her goodbye. He didn't have the willpower to fight the look she would inevitably give him.

With the biggest regret he'd ever felt, he walked out of her apartment, quietly pulling the door shut behind him. Maybe one day, when this job was all over, he'd be able to track her down again and explain. She was going to be a cop after all; she wouldn't be that hard for him to find.

Hours later as sun filtered through the windows, Andy woke up to find the other half of her bed empty. She ran her hand across the sheets to find them starkly cold. She sat up and looked across her apartment to the kitchen to find it empty. She turned towards the open door of the bathroom and saw that was empty as well.

She collapsed back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Her gut told her Sam was gone and never coming back. She'd opened her heart again and someone left her. He wasn't the first, wouldn't be the last. She closed her eyes, refusing to let her emotion tumble over.

Two months later, Andy was sitting in a cruiser on her first day with her TO Oliver Shaw as he told her they were going to have 'the talk.' That was interrupted when they were called to a scene and heard shots fired.

Before she knew it, she was busting through an apartment door and saw a face she'd never forget. She was momentarily stunned and her hesitation gave Sam and his friend a chance to flee. She raced after them, finally tackling Sam in an alley.

"You don't want to do this," he warned.

"Shut up. Turn over," she ordered, shoving him onto his stomach.

"I'm serious. You gotta trust me here," he said, trying not to eat gravel as the side of his face was pushed into the ground

Trust? she thought. She brought him into her life once, trusting him and then disappeared without a word. "No. I'm serious. Just shut up." She fumbled with the handcuffs, both from nerves about it being her first day and first arrest, and the unwelcome thoughts about how wonderful it felt the last time she was on top of him. She shook those thoughts from her head and snapped the cuffs on him. "Resisting arrest. Fleeing the scene." She patted him down, trying not to remember how firm his ass felt underneath all his clothes, and found a packet of drugs. "Huh, possession."

"I'm on the job," he said through gritted teeth, hoping she'd get the message.

Yeah right, on the job to getting beat up again, she thought. "Not anymore," she said, pushing him into the ground again. She couldn't believe the feelings she'd felt for this scum months ago.

She finally pulled him off the ground and got his partner in crime before bringing them back to her cruiser and notifying her TO. She was pretty excited about how her first day was starting until they got back to the station and a detective outed her mystery man as a cop.

"You're a cop?" She was stunned. A rush of emotions - from happiness to anger to shock to relief - flooded through her as she watched Sam walk out of booking with Jerry on his heels.

"Anybody could've made the mistake, McNally," Oliver said, as he started to process the other guy. "Don't beat yourself up over it."

Andy heard his words, but they weren't registering. All she could think about was how he'd lied to her months ago and how now because of him, her first day was a complete failure so far.

That night, after shift, Andy and her friends commiserated on their first day as cops. She walked up to the bar for a refill, trying to ignore that Sam was sitting right there.

"Heard you got your guy today," he said.

"Yeah, thanks for the tip," she replied.

"Let me buy you a drink," he offered.

Andy decided she couldn't be there, couldn't be around him. Her first day was enough of a disaster without having to be around this man who lied to her. "I gotta go," she said, escaping his hand that tried to reach out to grab her as she walked away.

He watched her walk out and sighed. He screwed up, but they were going to have to work together so he had to fix this. He tossed some cash on the bar and jogged after Andy hoping he'd catch up to her. He found her just reaching the sidewalk.

"Let me take you home," he called out to her as he approached.

She turned around at the sound of his voice and shook her head. "I'm good. I need the fresh air, so I'll walk."

"Well, that's good. Because I don't have my truck here," he said, smirking at her. "Let me walk you home. Let me explain."

She knew she was going to have to see him again at work, so she figured she might as well get this over with. "Fine."

"I wanted to buy you a drink to apologize," he said as they started walking down the street.

"You lied to me."

"I didn't lie. I just...I didn't tell you who I really was. I couldn't," he said. "I was undercover. I know this job's new to you, but you know what that means. I didn't know who you were. You could've been part of Anton Hill's crew and it could've been a test for me."

"Why did you even come home with me that night then?" she asked.

"I didn't want to," he started, but stopped himself when he saw the hurt on her face. "Not like that. I knew I should just get out of that alley, get away from you and anyone else. But there was something about you, something that made me throw all caution to the wind."

"You left, in the middle of the night, just like…" She wasn't going to cry, she wasn't. But she felt her eyes betraying her, the tears fighting to break loose. "You left just like my mother did. I woke up and she was gone, just like you."

"Andy…" He tugged on her arm until she stopped walking.

"Forget it," she said, pulling out of his grasp and continuing the walk home. "She left. You left. Everyone leaves."

Sam felt defeated seeing the hurt in her eyes. He jogged to catch up with her. "I didn't know how...You had this hold on me that no one's ever had before. It scared me. I was scared I'd never go back to my undercover assignment if I had to look you in the eye and say goodbye."

She stopped and turned to face him. "Was anything real or was it all a lie?"

"Yes, what I told you about me was real. That was all me, Andy. I wanted you to know me, as much of the real me I could reveal."

"What happened to you that night? Was it Hill's people that beat you up?"

"No. I thought there was a chance I was made, which is why I needed to lay low for a while. But it was the competition trying to teach us a lesson," he told her.

Andy gave a small shake of her head as she pressed her lips together. "I've spent the last two months trying to hate you, trying to forget you."

He couldn't help but smile as her use of the word 'try.' It meant she didn't hate him and couldn't forget him. He put his hands gently on either side of her face, bringing their faces together slowly. "Give me another chance. 100 percent me this time," he whispered.

Close enough to feel his breath on her skin as he spoke, her heart started fluttering. She couldn't ignore the fact that while she'd wanted to hate him, he'd still brought her pleasure as she lie awake more nights than she'd like to admit thinking about him. She'd compared every guy she met at a bar or her friends tried to set her up with to him. She wanted to know him as Sam Swarek, officer at 15 Division, not Sam, the mystery guy she found beat up in an alley.

"Okay," she said, giving him an almost imperceptible nod.

That was all the invitation Sam needed. He pressed his lips against hers, soft, careful, promising. She snaked her arms around his neck, leaning into the kiss as he deepened it and rested his hands on her hips.

"I should finish walking you home," he said, taking a step back when they parted.

Andy giggled as she looked at the building behind him. "We're already here."

He glanced behind him, recognizing the building from the first time he was here. "Well, then, I guess I should say goodnight."

"Or you could, you know, come up," she said.

"You sure?" he asked.

She looked into his eyes and knew the man she spent two days with months ago was the same man standing in front of her right now. She'd seen through the fake persona and saw him. "Yeah. I've missed you."

"Couldn't stop thinking about you," he said, tugging on her hips to bring her closer again.

"Good." She smirked as she brought her lips to his again and Sam slid his arms around her back, holding her tight. Her body relaxed into his and she let out a content sigh into his mouth.

The End