I don't own Rookie Blue.

Here's the fifth and final installment in this series. Sorry for the wait, I've been super busy with school. But here it is, I hope you enjoy and as always, don't hesitate to review!

"I don't really know where to start," Andy let out with a deep breath as she turned to look at Sam.

"Maybe we should just start from the beginning," he suggested.

Andy took another deep breath before she dove into the memories that were swirling around in her head. "Okay, well I remember getting to the warehouse. We split up and you went upstairs while I stayed down. I walked the entire floor and didn't find anything so I decided to check the basement." She paused after that thought. "Not my best idea, huh?" she asked looking down trying to hide the shame she felt.

"We would have gone down to the basement eventually," Sam said trying to reassure her that she didn't do anything wrong.

"I should have waited for you," Andy added looking into his eyes.

"You didn't know it would be dangerous," Sam said softly.

Andy nodded, "Yeah. So I went down there and I heard a noise come from one of the rooms and I went in to check and…" she paused and looked away in thought. "I don't remember. Why can't I remember?" she asked frustrated.

"It's alright. Don't work yourself up. You were hit pretty hard by the looks of that wound," he said glancing to the bandaged gash on the side of her head.

"So I guess that's what happened. When I went in the room he knocked me out," she cringed at the thought. "And then you came in?" she asked hoping he would tell her what happened next.

"Yeah, I came down after I cleared the second floor. I found you lying on the floor. You were unconscious. I was trying to wake you up when I heard Albright behind me. He said something and I turned around and before I even saw him he hit me," Sam let out shaking his head.

"And then we were in that room," Andy added. She paused for a second remembering what it was like. "I was so scared when I woke up," she admitted.

"I know, I was too," Sam agreed.

"I didn't know you were there at first. I thought I was alone," she said barely above a whisper. Recalling what happened was harder for her than she thought it was going to be.

Sam reached over and gently placed his hand on one of her thighs and smiled the most comforting smile he could manage.

"I still don't understand why he made us take his test. Why didn't he just kill us in the first place?" she asked raising her shoulders in confusion.

"Well I…" Sam stared but was cut off.

"And all that stuff he was saying about us being the perfect candidates and trying to get in our heads," she shook her head in disgust.

"It's like he knew," she said as she looked up at him. "Like he could sense something between us."

"I think some of that might have been my fault," he said. "When I found you unconscious I sort of freaked out. I was scared that something serious might have happened to you. I was holding you as Albright came in. He might have been there from the beginning," Sam let his voice drift off trying to remember what exactly he had said to her while she was unconscious.

She understood what he was saying. If she would have found him unconscious she would have reacted the same way.

"Um…about the questions," Andy hesitated.

"It's okay, we don't have to talk about that if you don't want to," he said gently.

"No, Sam, we need to. There's no point in talking if we aren't actually going to talk about what happened," she let out before she could change her mind. She didn't want to talk about her admission. She was scared but she knew they needed to get that out in the open.

"Okay," he nodded.

"At first I thought that Albright just wanted to hear that what we had was true love, even though we told him we weren't together. That's why I lied when he asked me if I had ever cheated on a boyfriend. I figured, knowing his history with his wife, he wouldn't want me to say yes to that. And then…he shocked you," she said feeling some tears working their way to the surface. "I didn't know that you would be punished for my wrong answer. Sam I'm so sorry that I did that to you," she confessed .

"Andy, you didn't do anything. You were not the one to push the button. He was. I don't blame you, okay? I never will," he said looking deep into her swollen eyes.

"I know that. I know you will never blame me, but I will always blame myself. I shouldn't have lied. He even warned me not to," she said looking away and swallowing hard.

"You didn't know what was going to happen. You assessed the situation and acted on that assessment. Neither of us knew what to do. The guy's a maniac, there's no way you could've known what to do," he told her.

"At least it only happened once," she said trying to lighten the heavy mood that had fallen over the room.

"Yeah," he let out through a lopsided smile. "I know I'm tough, but I don't know how many more shocks I could have taken."

"Sam, do you believe in beating polygraphs? You know, like how they say if you calm yourself down and really focus on your answer than you can beat them," she asked knowing they were starting to approach dangerous waters.

"Uh…yeah. Yeah I guess. They do say people beat them all the time," he said knowing exactly what she was doing. She was running away from the issue. He knew that people could easily beat polygraphs, but he also knew that she would never be one of those people. The thought of her beating it did cross his mind though for a second though when he first realized what she had said and that he wasn't going to receive another shock. He had only wanted her to be honest. He would have taken a dozen shocks if it meant lifting some of the weight off of her shoulders.

"Is that what you did?" he asked after a moment of silence. He knew he was pushing his luck by pressuring her to admit her feelings.

She looked up to him and searched his eyes. Now was her chance. Her chance to tell him how she felt. She already had, now she just had to own up to it. She didn't know why she was now trying to play it off as if it were no big deal. It's been a big deal for almost a year now. She took a deep breath before admitting, "No, I didn't lie."

"You didn't lie," Sam repeated.

"I couldn't. I didn't want to risk having him hurt you again. We both know I'm a terrible liar. I'm pretty sure the machine would have caught on," she paused and took another deep breath. "So I told the truth. Having you sitting right there made it incredibly hard but easy at the same time. Seeing you sitting there, bleeding, in pain…that and the pressure I was under. I just realized there was no reason for me to hide it anymore. Obviously I wasn't doing a very good job if some psycho I didn't even know could tell," she finished hoping she was doing the right thing.

"Well if that's all it took for you to finally admit your feelings," he said sarcastically making both of them laugh.

"I meant it though, I love you," she let out as a single tear fell down her cheek.

He reached up and wiped the tear away. "I love you too, Andy. If I would have been asked that question I would have said the same thing. You're it for me. I've never been more sure of that than I am right now," he finished.

He placed his hand on the side of her face and looked deep into her eyes. She covered his hand with one of hers before she leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was passionate and soft before he deepened it. He wrapped his arms around her and continued to kiss her for as long as she let him. When they finally pulled apart she situated herself against his side and covered both of them up with the blanket she had been under. They sat there like that, enjoying the feel of each other for what felt like hours.

"Maybe we should send Charles Albright a thank you," she said as she snuggled into his chest.

He laughed and pulled her closer as he placed a kiss on the top of her head, "I think that's a great idea."