Your reviews are so amazing! You have no idea how much I truly love reading them! I love hearing what you think, your suggestions and criticisms and everything. I apologize for how long it took me to put this chapter up. Honestly, I had this whole plan for this chapter and the next one but then I wrote it… and didn't like it. So then I wrote this… and I'm just going to post it because I know that if I don't, I'm going to rewrite it another twenty times. I really hope you like it! Please do let me know what you think though. Also, I am super open to suggestions. I kind of went off course with this chapter. Not like I really had much mapped out anyways but, you know. And, like usual, I apologize for any spelling/grammatical errors. Please feel free to leave a review!

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"We have to turn it on its side," Dov said, his voice strained from the physical exertion of lifting a full size couch up three flights of stairs.

Andy watched from the other side of the doorframe, nodding. "Yeah, that would probably work better."

"Thanks, Andy. That definitely makes up for you not helping with the actual moving part of this." Dov replied sarcastically.

"Don't blame her, Dov." Chris groaned from the other side of the couch, balancing it carefully on a raised knee so he could itch his nose. "You're the one that said this is a man's job."

"Whatever." Dov muttered, giving the couch a small shove to throw Chris off his balance.

The boys maneuvered the couch for the third time and ten minutes later the three of them were lounging on it, each with a cold beer in their hand. It was the last piece of furniture to be moved and as Andy looked around her newly furnished apartment, she already felt at home.

"I can't believe you made us go all the way to that storage place to get all this shit." Dov said as stood from his seat beside Andy and did a lap around the apartment.

Andy rolled her eyes. "It wasn't that far."

Dov scoffed from the corner. "Yeah, okay."

"Drinks on me at the Penny tomorrow?" She offered with a goofy grin.

"What about tonight?" Dov glanced down at his watch. "It's still early."

"Can't tonight," she replied, shaking her head.

"Why not?" Dov asked from the kitchen. She heard him laugh and glanced over to see him standing in the place where a fridge should be. "And why don't you have a fridge?"

"I have plans," she said easily. "And don't judge me. It's getting delivered in a few days."

Dov arched an eyebrow. "With who? Traci's home with Leo and Gail is at dinner with her parents. You don't have any other friends."

Andy snorted. She was slightly offended at his claim, regardless of how true it might have been. "That you know of," she retorted lamely.

"Oh." Dov smirked as he grabbed another beer from the counter and made his way back over to the couch.

"What?" she asked. "What is that stupid face for?"

"Swarek." He winked as he snapped the top off the bottle.

Andy twitched nervously but tried to cover it up as a nonchalant shrug. "Um, no."

Dov laughed lightly. "Why are you denying it? Everyone knows you're together."

"We're not together." She shrugged again

"Andy, common." Chris chimed in from his position on the armrest of the couch. "Even I know."

"Know what? We've just been hanging out."

Dov and Chris exchanged a look, chuckling. "Hanging out." Dov wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Andy rolled her eyes. "That is not what I meant."

"Right. Why do you care if people know, anyways?" Chris asked.

"It's not that… I mean, maybe it is." She confessed. "I just don't want to people to think I just, like, jump from guy to guy."

"It's been like a full six weeks since you and Luke broke up, no one would think that."

Andy turned to Chris with a small smile on her face. "Is he being serious?"

Chris smiled back. "Sadly, yes."

They both turned to Dov. "Six weeks is not a lot," Chris explained.

Dov rolled his eyes at the condescension in his friend's tone. "It is when the guy is a piece of shit that doesn't deserve any second thought."

"Wow," Andy stuttered. "That was actually pretty sweet, in a weird way."

"It's true," He said simply. "You didn't deserve to be treated like that. You're awesome and you deserve someone who knows it."

"Uh, thanks." Andy felt a blush creep up her neck.

"And honestly, Andy, I don't know what you're worried about. No one would say crap about you. And even if someone wanted too, they wouldn't; everyone's too scared of Swarek."

"Well they obviously wouldn't say anything in front of him," she muttered as she rolled her eyes.

Chris laughed. "Apparently that's not so obvious to everyone. Last month this guy – Jeffreys, I think – he…"

"Chris, shut up." Dov said, glaring as he cut him off.

Andy looked between the two boys before settling her stare on Chris. "No, tell me. What about Jeffreys? Wait, who is Jeffreys?"

Chris looked genuinely confused by Dov's objection and she watched as they had a nonverbal conversation with their expressions that ending with Dov shrugging in surrender.

"The guy with that weird birth mark on his neck," Dov explained before talking a swig from his beer.

"Oh, yeah. I know who you're talking about. What did he say?"

Chris and Dov exchanged another look. "Just tell me."

"He said that with how often you screw up, it's a good thing you have such a nice ass."

Andy's eyes widened. "What?"

"Or something like that," Chris added sheepishly.

"Wow." She sunk back into the couch.

"Told you she wouldn't take it as a compliment," Dov mumbled under his breath.

"Yeah, my bad." Chris admitted as a slight blush spread through his cheeks.

Andy groaned dramatically as she fell sideways onto to Chris, letting her head use his shoulder as a pillow. "The division is actually high school. Except worse, if that's even possible."

"You should be flattered. You're the 'It' girl, Andy." Chris teased softly as he laid his arm over her shoulders.

"No, I'm not. I'm the stupid rookie that screws everything up." She muttered soberly.

"No," Dov corrected. "You're the stupid rookie with a great ass that screws everything up."

Andy gasped, grabbing the pillow out from behind her and slapping him in the face with it. "It's not funny!"

"Okay, okay." Dov conceded. "Too soon, I get it."

"You know, I should give that Jeffreys guy a piece of my mind." The look of self-pity on her face faded into one of determination as she pulled herself upright.

"No need, Swarek set him straight." He made no attempt to hide his admiration for the senior officer.

"What do you mean 'set him straight'?" Andy asked hesitantly.

Dov laughed when he glanced at her, noticing the fearful look on her face. "Don't worry, he didn't go all 'retraining' on him. He just let him know, very politely might I add, that he wouldn't tolerate such things being said about you."

Andy smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure it was real polite."

"Whatever. The point is no one will mess with you. So embrace the love." Dov said, half laughing as he scooted closer to her on the couch and threw an arm around her shoulder. "You show off your man, honey."

Andy laughed out loud as she put a hand on his chest and pushed him away lightly. "You did not just say that."

Chris stood up from the couch and arched an eyebrow at his roommate. "Dude."

"I may have watched a 'Tyra' marathon with Gail the other day," Dov said, his tone void of any shame.

"I will never understand you two," Andy said, shaking her head as she laughed lightly.

He shrugged as he finished off his beer. "The Xbox wasn't working."

"Speaking of Gail, I have to go pick her up from her parents place, you coming with?" Chris asked Dov as he slipped his jacket on.

Dov looked at the empty bottle in his hand and glanced up at him. "Penny after?"

"Sure," Chris replied, shrugging.

Dov grinned. "Let's do it." He grabbed his own jacket and swung it over his shoulder as he turned to face Andy. "Have fun with Swarek tonight. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

Andy rolled her eyes as she raised herself off the couch and walked them to the door. "Thanks for the help guys."

Chris smiled and pulled her into a hug. "No problem."

Dov stood on the other side of the doorframe and gave her a small wave. "Oh and just so you know, there's nothing I wouldn't do."

Andy groaned and tried to shut the door but Dov blocked her move with his hand. "Please leave now," she said, laughing in spite of herself.

Dov stuck his head in the small space between the door and the doorframe. "One time, me and Edie…"

Chris rolled his eyes and pulled his friend by the hood of his sweater. "Common, Dov. No one needs to hear about your freaky stripper sex."

"Why? It was awesome." Dov retorted as he was pulled away from her apartment. Andy could hear Dov and Chris argue through the closed door as she locked it and moved to clean the mess the boys had made in preparation for her next visitor.

0o0

An hour later, Andy paced the place in front of her couch, glancing at the newly hung clock on the opposite wall every few seconds. Finally, she heard a strong knock on the door.

She smiled to herself as she practically skipped across the apartment, pausing briefly to check her reflection in the TV. When she pulled the door open she was surprised to find her ex-fiancé standing on the other side.

"Luke," she said, confusion clear in her tone. "Hey."

He laughed as he shook his head. "You forgot we said Tuesday, didn't you?"

Her eyebrows furrowed together as she tried to remember what he was talking about. Her eyes drifted down his body and when she saw the box in his hands it all came back and she chuckled. "Yeah, I did. I'm sorry, come in."

She moved aside as he walked through the open door and into the open-concept living space. "It's beautiful, Andy."

She grinned. "Thanks, I think so too."

He walked to the kitchen area before turning back to her. "Is here good?" He asked, tilting his head downwards towards the box in his arms.

"Yeah, that's great thanks." She said as she made her way towards him.

He placed the box on the island separating the kitchen from the rest of the room. "I'd offer you something to drink but, as you can see, I don't really have anything to offer." She said with a small smirk.

He glanced around his surroundings an arched an eyebrow. "No fridge?"

"Not yet," she replied as she began pulling things out of the box. "It's coming tomorrow."

"Ah, I see."

"The coffee maker!" She exclaimed as she pulled a small black appliance from the box, a big grin occupying her face.

Luke shrugged. "Well, you were the only one who could ever make a decent cup of coffee with it." He smiled as he watched her excitedly remove it from the box and place it on the counter.

She looked back over her shoulder and gave him a genuine smile. "Thank you, Luke. You really didn't need to bring this stuff over here."

"Yeah, I did. But you're welcome."

Andy could feel the awkwardness growing between them as she watched him lean against the counter and clear his throat. "So, how have you been?" he asked.

"Good," she replied easily. "How about you?"

He shrugged. "I've been okay. They offered me a position in Montreal."

Andy turned to face him. "That's great, Luke!"

He ran a hand through his hair as he nodded. "Yeah, it's quite the promotion."

"You going to take it?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest.

He nodded again. "Yeah," he said. "I think I am."

"Well, that's really great," she said as she hopped up on the counter opposite where he was standing. As much as she tried to fight it, she could feel an awkward air build between them.

"Yeah. I think the change of scenery will be good."

"It is a beautiful city."

The sound of a siren directed both of their attention to the window and the reflection of ambulance lights danced on the wall of her kitchen. The sound was just fading out when another round began. "Well, my realtor did say this was an exciting neighborhood," Andy said as she laughed awkwardly. When Luke didn't respond, she glanced back towards him and saw him staring at his feet.

"You okay?" She asked with genuine concern.

"Yeah," he said softly as his eyes met hers. "I, uh… can I ask you something?"

Andy felt her stomach drop as she nodded. "Sure."

He cleared his throat and crossed him arms across his chest. "It's just… I've been hearing something around the barn…"

She could hear the hesitation in his voice and when she realized which rumor he was probably referring to, she couldn't help but laugh. "I'm not pregnant," she stated.

He looked up and the relief he was feeling was written all over his face. "Oh thank god."

His reaction only made her laugh harder. "You think I wouldn't have told you if I was?" she asked after her laughter died down.

"It's not that. Well, I wouldn't blame you if you were and didn't want me to have any part in it but I also didn't know if… you know…"

She arched an eyebrow. "If you were the father?"

"Yeah," he answered sheepishly.

"Well, I'm not." She hopped off the counter and walked over to the couch after suddenly needing space from the man occupying her kitchen. She could hear Luke sigh in the kitchen followed by the sound of his footsteps following her into the living room.

"Andy, I didn't mean to imply…" he paused as he contemplated how to word what he was trying to say.

She scoffed. "That I cheated on you?" she finished for him.

He nodded. "Yeah." When she rolled her eyes at him he ran a hand through his hair and leaned against the wall opposite the couch. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, you shouldn't have." She folded her arms across her chest. "How could you even think that?"

He sighed. "I mean, I guess I didn't really. I've just been hearing it from quite a few people and you know I always suspected that Swarek wanted more than just friendship from you."

"You're unbelievable," she said, shaking her head. She opened her mouth to tell him that he had no right to accuse her being anything other than completely loyal to him when a knock on the door stole her attention. Her eyes widened at the realization of who must be standing on the other side of the door and she would have laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation if she weren't so completely flustered.

Luke raised his eyebrows in a nonverbal inquisition into who was at the door but she ignored him as she padded to the other side of the room. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

Sam was leaning against her doorframe, wearing a fitted pair of dark jeans, a loose grey t-shirt, and a smirk on his face. "Hey," he said smoothly, leaning in seductively.

She tried to return his smile but she must not have been very convincing as his eyebrows furrowed together in concern. "You okay?"

She was about to tell him she was fine when she heard Luke cough. Sam raised his eyebrows and moved past her into the apartment. She groaned, knowing how much worse her night was about to get. She turned slowly as she shut the door, praying that she wouldn't find Sam beating up Luke for the third time since she'd known the two men when she did.

Luke was still leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and Sam stood in the middle of the room, his feet planted firmly on the ground and his hands shoved in his pockets. Neither of them said a word to each other, and as far as Andy could tell, they were having some sort of staring contest.

She cleared her throat as she leaned against the back of the couch, right in the middle of the two men. "Luke came by to drop off the last of my stuff," she explained as her gaze fell on Sam.

Sam nodded as he narrowed his eyes that were focused intently on Luke. His head tilted to the side and he arched an eyebrow. "I hear you're going to Montreal."

Luke smiled smugly. "Yep. Head detective on the DiMarco case."

"Big case," Sam admitted.

"I'd say so," Luke said with a condescending tone.

"Well," Sam began, a wide mockingly sweet grin forming on his face. "I know I'll miss you."

Andy almost laughed out loud but she caught herself before any sound left her mouth. As her eyes combed over the smirking dark-haired man standing in her apartment, she realized it really didn't matter what Luke thought. If she ever had any doubts about their relationship ending, the last twenty minutes had dissolved them.

As her eyes flicked between the two men, it dawned on her how wrong her first impressions of both of them had been. She used to think that Luke's commitment to his job was a manifestation of an intense passion for justice, a strong moral code, and a compassion for his fellow citizens. But as he stood in front of her, she knew it was simply a need to solve whatever puzzle was put in front of him.

"Yeah, I bet." Luke said, feigning empathy. He unfolded his arms and readjusted the collar of his jacket as he pushed himself off the wall. "Well, this has been fun."

"I'd say so," Sam replied, recycling Luke's own words from only minutes before.

Luke rolled his eyes at Sam before turning to Andy. "Take care of yourself, Andy."

She nodded and gave him a small smile. She followed him as he walked to the door, holding it open for him. He paused in the doorframe, turning back to face her. "I'm sorry for before."

She nodded, not entirely convinced with his apology. "It's fine."

He smiled once more before turning and walking away. She let out a heavy sigh of relief as she shut the door and turned back to Sam, who was sitting on the couch.

She made her way over to him and plopped down beside him, letting her head fall on his shoulder.

"So, what was he apologizing for?" Sam asked as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him.

She swung her legs around so that they were strewed across his. "For being a jackass," she mumbled into his chest.

She couldn't see his face but she was sure he had just rolled his eyes. "That's a given. Care to specify?"

"Not really," she said, shrugging.

He didn't push it and for that she was thankful. She knew nothing good would come of telling Sam what Luke had said and being in his arms made it increasingly clear that none of it mattered anyways. She sighed contently as she snuggled up to his chest and felt his head rest against her own.

"I like the new place," he told her.

She smiled as she ran a hand over his chest. "Thank you."

"I'm sorry I couldn't make it earlier to help with the moving," he said softly, his voice slightly mumbled by her hair.

"It's okay," she replied as she drew small circles on his chest. "Chris and Dov helped out."

"Good." He had one hand at the base of her neck and his fingers massaged the base of her scalp.

She felt her eyelids flutter shut and her hand movements slow. "I'm sorry I'm such a bore tonight," she said guiltily.

"It's fine," he replied. "You're not usually very exciting anyways."

She ran her hand over chest and pinched his nipple. She laughed as she felt his body recoil from her abuse. "Not cool, McNally." He groaned.

"Maybe now you'll think twice about saying something mean," she scolded and she felt his chest rumble as he laughed.

They lay together in a comfortable silence as she listened to the rhythm of his heart beating in his chest. The full day of moving had exhausted her and as she thought back to how much work it really had been, her eyelids felt five pounds heavier. Chris and Dov had been nice enough to help her sort through the things at her dad's place, which had been as emotionally exhausting as it was physically. Though, there had been much-needed comic relief when they found a box of her high school memorabilia. She perked up at the thought.

Sam had apparently been as close to sleep as she had been because her sudden movement had him flustered. "Andy? What's wrong?"

She rose quickly from the couch and moved quickly across the living room into her bedroom. "I have something I need to show you," she called out over her shoulder.

"Okay," he said hesitantly.

Less than a minute later, she emerged in a cheerleader's outfit.

His mouth was wide open and all traces of exhaustion were gone from his face. "You're kidding."

Andy glanced down at her outfit as she shook her head. "I was a cheerleader junior year of high school. I went through a lot of phases," she explained.

Sam's eyes travelled slowly from her white and blue top, to the exposed navel, and down her long, almost entirely bare legs. "Apparently," he managed to mumble.

She grinned. She had been extremely pleased that the outfit had still fit when she tried it on at her dad's place and when she called Traci to share the good news, her genius friend had suggested using the outfit to seduce Sam.

"Want to see my favorite cheer?" she asked, still grinning.

He nodded. "More than you know."

"Okay." She braced herself, placing her hands on her hips and stretching her grin as wide as she could.

He got comfortable on the couch, his eyes wide with anticipation.

She took a deep breath and winked. "Hey lions!" she exclaimed.

She motioned for him to answer but he shook his head.

"Say 'hey what'" she whispered as she rolled her eyes.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head again. "No way."

"Hey lions!" She repeated, a little louder.

"No."

"Hey lions!" She repeated herself again, this time considerably louder than the time before.

He smirked from the couch and shook his head stubbornly.

She ignored him and widened her smile. "Hey lions!"

"Hey what," he responded, rolling his eyes.

"Hey lions!" She repeated herself once more.

"Hey what!" He mocked her overly spirited tone.

"Let's get fired up! Get rough, get tough, get mean! Let's get fired up! And roll right over that team!" She rolled her pompom-less hands along with her cheer as she struggled to keep herself together as she fought the urge to burst into laughter.

"Oh my…" Sam's eyes were wide in amazement at the sight in front of him.

"Y-E-L-L! Everybody yell yell! Lions! Lions! Go Lions!"

She moved her hips as she cheered and once she was within distance, Sam reached out and pulled her onto his lap. His mouth crashed down on hers before she even registered she was off the ground and his hands moved into her hair, pulling her even tighter into his body. She could feel his excitement growing as she moved to straddle him, grinning as she made a mental note to thank Traci for her suggestion. His hands travelled lower, his fingers grazing her exposed lower back as one hand slipped underneath her skirt. Her hands raked through his hair as his cupped her behind, pulling her even closer into him.

She removed her mouth from his to place kisses along his jaw and then down his neck. She hesitated at the base of his neck, sucking lightly and nipping him gently when she heard him whisper her name. She rotated her hips, grinning into his neck when she felt him shudder underneath her. Her position of power only lasted a few more seconds before he lifted her off of him and threw her back first down on the couch and lowered himself on top of her. He kissed her hard as his body melted into hers. With one arm bearing his weight, the other travelled over her thigh, slowly making its way upward. Her hands gripped at his shirt, pulling it frantically upwards. He lifted himself from her just enough to pull his shirt off and once it was gone he once again closed the distance between them. He pressed his hips into hers and she heard herself moan his name.

He unlocked their lips and raised himself a few inches above her, his eyes focusing on hers. "If we don't stop now, there's no going back."

"Thank god." She whispered huskily as she smiled mischievously and pulled his face towards hers.