The waiting room was nearly filled to capacity. Men and women in blue filled every available space, along with officers who had managed to change out of their uniforms. The large crowd of people weren't just there awaiting the news of one of their own, but each and every person there genuinely cared about Andy. She in turn cared for all of them as well. She was the kind of person who tried to get know everyone, and now they would be there to support her.

The waiting room was more full than it had ever been. It wasn't just the fact that it it was one of their own; but deep down, Sam knew most people were there because they genuinely cared about Andy, she was just that kind of person, who tried to talk to and interact with as many people as possible.

Sam felt his blood go cold. Something was wrong. He just knew there was. He ran up to the Operating Room, grabbed gloves and a mask and strode in, "What's wrong with her? Is she alright? Wha…"

The doctor looked up from the operation, annoyed, "Sir, I understand you're concerned but you can NOT be here. Please leave before I have someone escort you out…"

The monitor's beeping had changed in frequency as Sam stepped into the room. As the doctor tried to get him to leave, the beeping had stopped, transforming into a monotone, piercing pitch. The eerie sound of the lack of a heartbeat brought them all to attention.

The doctor glanced up at the monitor and abandoned his current attempt to remove the uninvited guest from the surgery room, "Get me the paddles."

Sam felt like he had been punched in the gut as he watched the monitor where Andy's heartbeat was being recorded. Her heart wasn't beating anymore. That had been why his gut feeling had brought him there, an instinctual force pulling him toward the one who held his heart.

The doctor grabbed both the paddles, "Charge to a hundred. Clear."

Andy's body violently jerked upward, but there was no change. Her heart did not resume its beating.

"Charge to two hundred. Clear," the doctor yelled.

Nothing. No heartbeat.

The doctor stopped and stepped away and looked at Sam, "I'm sorry... We did everything we could-"

Sam and Andy had been walking to her house, hand-in-hand, eating hot dogs. Andy paused, " Sam, can we? Pleaseeeeee?"

Sam raised his eyebrows at the casino she was referring to. "Really? Gambling? Don't get enough of an adrenaline rush and risk-taking in your job as a cop?"

She laughed, "Come on! It'll be fun! Just one roulette, I swear! I'll only bet a hundred!"

Sam handed her a hundred of his own, "Make it two hundred."

Andy's face broke into a huge grin as they headed inside. She led Sam to the first roulette game she saw and put he two hundred down on the number '3'.

"McNally, why don't you bet a colour instead?" Sam asked.

Andy shrugged, "The number three just works For me, the phrase 'third time's a charm' literally works."

They waited, staring at the table as the dealer spun the roulette and tossed the ball.

It landed on 3.

Andy threw her hands up in the air," YES! OH MY GOD, MY OWN BRILLIANCE SURPRISES ME SO OFTEN IT'S CRAZY!"

Sam grinned and took their winnings of eight hundred dollars from the dealer, thanked him, and left, grinning the whole time at the ridiculous happy dance Andy was doing.

"Again..." Sam croaked, "do it again."

The doctor shook his head, "She's suffered severe injuries, and the toll it took on her body was just too much. I don't…"

"Please," Sam begged, "One last time. I promise you I won't ask again."

The doctor sighed and grabbed the paddles. He knew that nothing would come of it, but figured he'd do what he could to try to indulge the man who was clearly at a loss after losing the woman who currently laid on his operating table. "Charge to two fifty. Clear."

Sam closed his eyes as he heard the paddles zap Andy's lifeless body, not wanting to see her body arch up due to the currents being forced upon her.

He turned around quickly, not wanting everyone to see the tears that had started spilling from his eyes.

Suddenly Sam heard the soft, but sure sound of the monitor beginning to pick up in speed, indicating that it was registering a heartbeat. His Andy's heartbeat.

The doctor froze for a second before barking, "What are you all doing, standing there staring at her? She has a stable heartbeat- move, move, move. Hand me the clamp…"

Sam left the Operating Room toward the waiting area, consciously not looking at all of the expectant faces of his colleagues and friends, knowing that they would all want information; answers and explanations he wasn't yet ready to divulge. "She's fine," he whispered to himself, as a feeling of pure relief filled every fiber of his being. He continued walking, leaving his friends to wonder what had happened. At the moment, he couldn't find it in him to care, he just needed some time alone; to breathe.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up to see Oliver, "Hey brother, you okay?"

Sam shook his head and wiped a tear from his eye, "Yeah I'm fine. Why would I not be? I'm not stressed at all. Just got kidnapped twice..." he bit out sarcastically.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at his sarcasm reply, but didn't say a thing. He knew all too well the wrath of Swarek, especially when it came to those he loved. Instead of pushing the matter, he'd let it slide, knowing that his friend would open up when it was time, and apparently, it came much sooner than he expected.

"No. I'm not okay. She's... She died, Oliver. She died on the table in front of me, and I..."

Oliver put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Sam cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure. "I just... I kept thinking about the things I said to her and what a complete ass I was !The way I treated her with all of this Derek stuff... I thought she was going to die hating me…"

"Brother, I know she must've been hurt that you were a complete ass, trust me, I do. But when you went missing, none of that mattered. She just wanted you back. I saw the hell she went through, but she's forgiven you for it all Sammy, I know she has," Oliver tried assuring him.

"I'll spend my whole life apologizing to her, man, even if she not going to be with me. How am I like this! I've never cared for someone his much Ollie. I love it when I'm with her, and literally miss her the second we're apart... What the hell is this?" asked Sam.

Oliver gave him a knowing smile, "Sammy my boy, welcome to the feeling you tease me and Barber for getting; you're whipped, also known as being head over heals in love."

Despite himself, Sam couldn't help but realize that he was right, so he grudgingly gave him a small grin as well.

When they got back to the Waiting Room, they noticed a few officers trying to prevent someone from passing through the doors that led to the Operating Rooms. As they reached the growing crowd, the noticed that the person was Sarah. Sam's eyes widened and he took over for the officers that were nearly failing to keep his sister from pummeling through them. Grabbing her shoulders carefully, turning her so she could see it was him, he tried to calm her down as best he could. "Sarah! Sarah, calm down!"

Sarah's eyes began to overflow with the tears she had been holding in up until that moment, "SAMUEL WILLIAM SWAREK, DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! I get home from church and find messages telling me Jeremy has gone to Vermont, that my husband is in jail for trying to kidnap and murder you and Andy, Andy was stabbed and has been brought to the hospital, and on top of all of this I'M EIGHT MONTHS PREGNANT, AND I REALLY WANT SOME JELLY, AND THIS IS TOO MUCH TO DUMP ON ME IN AN HOUR'S TIME!"

Sam glanced around the room and saw Nick walking by with some jelly, as he was about to make himself a sandwich. "COLLINS! Give my sister some jelly... Um, please."

Nick raised his eyebrow at Sam's use of the word 'please,' but handed her the jelly. "Sure, are you alright, Ma'am?"

"No, I'm not alright. I… I feel dizzy..." she started before she started to lose her balance.

Before Sam could do anything, Nick had wrapped an arm around Sarah's waist," Whoa! It's okay, I got you Ma'am..."

Sam watched Nick seat Sarah down in a chair and calmed her down, "Sis... Just don't stress yourself okay? You'll hurt yourself... Or your kid."

At Sam's mention of her baby, Sarah sighed, "Fine. I'm driving home."

Sam rolled his eyes, "Yeah Sarah, great idea. An eight month pregnant woman, driving home despite being so dizzy, causing her to nearly faint. Said woman is stressed beyond belief, and she wants to drive herself home. You do know that you're surrounded by cops, right? I am not going to let you drive yourself home, whether or not you intend to nominate me for the brother of the year award. "

"I'll take her home," Nick offered, since he couldn't help but overhear the ranting of his superior, while seeing how irritated Sarah appeared to be at the way she was being forced into something.

Sarah gave him a small smile, "Can we stop first for a bagel?"

Nick laughed, picking up her car keys, "As you please, Ma'am." He was glad that his offer seemed to avert the crisis that had started in the waiting room just moments ago.

"Sarah," she corrected, smiling happily at the man who was being so kind to her.

Sam didn't think much of it, and went back to the seated area of the Waiting Room barely in time to see the doctor appear and take off his mask.

Traci reached him first, "What… Is she okay?"

"I'm sorry, I can only talk to family right now..." He said.

Sam approached him, "Then talk to me. I'm her husband."

The looks of shock twenty seven police officers were identical sparing Oliver, Jerry and Traci. Sam Swarek was married. Secretly. To his Rookie?

The doctor looked over his chart, nodded and lead Sam to another room, "Officer Swarek?"

"Yeah," Sam replied.

"Your wife's liver was damaged by the bullet wound, and a fragment broke off and was lodged in her right kidney. We managed to control the bleed and remove the fragment, but as you know, her state is very fragile. She has been put into a medically induced coma and we don't know how long it'll be before she's stable enough to be removed from it."

Sam sat down, the weight of the news overtaking him. "Can I see her?"

The doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry. She's very weak. We've moved her into a room but she will be unable to have visitors for a week."

Sam racked his brain and thought about what Andy would do if she were in his place.

He grabbed his head and to swayed, "Ugh... My head..."

The doctor looked concerned, "Are you alright?"

Sam shook his head, and groaned, "Oh god I feel so weird... I was kidnapped and drugged. That's probably why I feel like my head's gonna explode."

The doctor sat him down on a wheelchair nearby and called a nurse, "Nurse, take him up to the room 307. Put him on a glucose IV drip and put him on bed-rest for the next two days."

The nurse opened the door to room 307 and Sam saw the familiar shape of Andy McNally on the occupied bed.

Sam couldn't believe his luck. He mentally grinned and thanked Andy for being dramatic and for inspiring his attempt at acting. Over the past few months he had picked up on some of her theatrics. In reality there was absolutely nothing wrong with him, but he knew if he had to spend another week in the waiting room without seeing her, he would simply explode.

The nurse led him to the bed and held out the needle end of the IV drip, "Come on son. Lie down so I can put this…"

Sam shook his head, and began to explain everything to the older nurse. He told her about how he and Andy had a big fight after their marriage and how he got kidnapped and she got shot because of him, "Please don't make me leave," he begged.

The doctor entered the room," How is he doing?"

Sam looked at the nurse with desperation.

She rolled her eyes, "Just fear of needles. He's really weak though. He'll probably need to stay here for at least a week..."

The doctor nodded and left.

The nurse, Edna, smiled down at Sam, "Don't bother thanking me. But Dear , drink these fluids and electrolytes, you actually do look worn out."

Sam finally glanced over at Andy, who looked tired and fragile. He gently approached her bed and sat down beside her and grabbed her hand, "Hey McNally. I'm here, Sweetheart, I'm right here."

Nick dialed Sam's number, "Um, hey Swarek..."

"Yeah Collins? Did you get her home okay?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I did, that's what I was calling about…" he began.

The phone was snatched from him and Sam heard Sarah growl next, "Look Sam, I am severely pissed off and don't want to be alone tonight. If you could do me a favour, give him PERMISSION to sleep on the couch!"

Sam wiped his face with his hand, "Um yeah Collins. Whatever. Sleep on the couch."

Sam was startled awake by his phone buzzing again, "What now Collins?"

"Wow… On regular talking terms with Collins now, are we?" Said Oliver on the other side, "Is our McNally gonna be okay ?"

Sam closed his eyes and whispered, "Shit! I forgot to call... Yeah she's okay I guess. The doctors put her in a medically induced put her in a coma cause she's really weak right now. "

There was a pause as Oliver relayed this to the other officers who had anxiously surrounded him, and Sam smiled a little, hearing them cheer on learning she was alright.

"Where the hell are you?" Oliver barked.

"I've kinda been admitted as well; cause of the kidnapping and I was drugged and all-" Sam lied.

Oliver rolled his eyes, "Sam, I saw you, and you were ready to run to the hospital if need be. So don't give me that whole 'I was drugged' crap..."

"Well I was," he muttered, then explained everything to him. He paused for a moment before continuing, "I know you think it's stupid but I... I need to be with her, okay? I just need to see that she's fine."

Oliver burst out laughing, "Oh Sammy... Don't get me wrong, I'm not laughing at the fact that you care, I'm laughing at the inner dramatic in you that McNally seems to have awakened. I mean it must've been good if you convinced the doc to admit you."

Sam was glad nobody was in the room to see his face go red, "Hand the phone to Nash."

"Hello?" Traci's voice was calmer than before, but still worried.

"Nash? I need you to pick up some stuff for Andy from my house. Collins or Sarah will let you in. Just clothes and anything else she may need- pillows, slippers and what not," Sam instructed.

He added as an afterthought, "Take Barber with you. He can grab some of my clothes as well. Just give all of this to a nurse. Edna, preferably."

Traci didn't question why Sam was in the hospital, "Um okay. Sure, yeah we'll do that."

"Hey Nash?" He asked.

"Yes, sir?"

"She's well taken care of, don't worry," he said softly.

Traci smiled a little, "I know. I'm not worried about her care. Just worried about her. "

A few days later...

"I think she's stable enough to be moved out of the coma," the doctor told Sam.

Sam nodded, "Give me whatever you need me to sign."

So there he was, waiting in his bed as the doctor shut the IV drip and removed the mask from her face. The tube in her throat was removed and replaced with ask simple oxygen tube above her lip.

"It can take anywhere between an hour to two days for her to wake up; it all depends on her," Edna told him.

The moment the doctor had left Sam was by her side, holding her hand, "Come on , McNally."

Two days later...

The doctor had finally allowed there to be visitors, so of course lunch was spent at the hospital by all of Andy's friends. Oliver, Dov, Diaz, Peck and Traci had been spending as much time there as possible, but Sam noticed that Collins was rarely there. He seemed to have taken it upon himself to check up on Sarah, drive her to the hospital for check ups, and bring her whatever food she was craving, even if it were three in the morning.

Sam failed to understand why he was doing so, even though now that Jeremy was back, he was perfectly capable of helping her do all of that. Sam guessed it was just his nature as a police officer to help out and decided to ignore it.

"She still hasn't woken up Oliver," groaned Sam.

Oliver sighed, "Sammy the doctor said it could take time-"

"It's been more than two days. Five hours more than two days," Sam argued.

"Sammy, WHEN she wakes up, which she will, what are you going to say to her? About everything?" asked Oliver.

Sam sighed, "I have no idea brother, not a clue."

Sam grit his teeth and stood up frustrated that even if he did know what he'd say, it didn't look like she'd be able to hear a thing for quite a while, "DAMN IT MCNALLY, I'M ORDERING YOU, AS YOUR TRAINING OFFICER, TO WAKE THE HELL UP!"

He sighed and sat down, annoyed that everyone in the room had seen his little outburst.

"I can't believe I missed you ordering me around," a quiet voice squeaked.

Sam's head snapped up and he was next to her in a heartbeat, "Andy? Oh god you're awake! You're fine-"

" Of course I'm fine... Why would I not be- Wait are you wearing a gown?" Andy weakly whispered, eyeing his hospital gown.

Tears were forming in Sam's eyes and he watched her friends greet and gently hug here, ecstatic she was okay.

"Jeez McNally, you gave us quite the scare. Especially Sam; he was freaking out when you died…" Oliver began, then quickly shut his mouth at the sight of Sam's pissed off face aimed directly at him.

Andy gasped, "I died? "

"Twice," added Sam, as he dropped his head, recalling how helpless he felt during those times, thankful that she finally pulled through.

Sam had grabbed the phone by Andy's bed, and was calling the doctor when Edna popped her head in, "Oh! Honey, you're finally awake! That's wonderful. Sam, dear, he's coming."

Andy was severely confused as to why Sam, who seemed perfectly fine to her, suddenly jumped into the hospital bed across hers, shoved the IV line into the bandage on his arm, taping it, without the presence of any needle, then quickly pulled the covers up over his body, and pretended to be asleep.

The doctor entered the room, "I just came to check in on Officer McNally... Oh ! Wonderful."

The doctor checked Andy's monitors, took her temperature and blood pressure, "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, severely confused, but okay," Andy confirmed.

The doctor heading out the door, "I'm sure your husband will explain everything to you, Officer. Now that you can get visitors all the time, I'm sure it's okay to discharge him. You're not fooling anyone, Officer."

Sam's face turned red, as he realized that the doctor had learnt of his deceit, so he ripped off his sheets and made his way to sit next to Andy.

Traci began to explain everything and Sam watched Andy's expressions shift from confused, to shocked, to horrified, to amused, when she heard of Sam's theatrics.

Dov's radio crackled to life, "1519 we have a B&E at 17, Oak Street."

Dov answered the call causing Oliver to stand up as well, "Come on, Rookies. Everything isn't gonna fix itself. Go out and do your jobs."

As soon as everyone had left Andy took the opportunity to grill Sam, "Sarah, how did she react? Is she fine? What's going to happen to Derek and his people? Were you okay when I died? Are you okay in general? God your head has a cut-"

Sam chuckled, "You're literally the only person in the world who dies twice in one hour after getting shot wakes up from a coma and asks about everyone else except herself."

Andy rolled her eyes, "So what? I care a little. Sue me! Sarah hates me doesn't she?"

Sam was confused, "Andy why would she hate you? She knows you didn't know. And if she hated you would she have sent you this cake?"

Andy looked at the half eaten chocolate cake that Sam held up, it had 'Get well soon, sister-in-law' piped in vanilla icing.

"Hey! Who ate my cake?" Andy asked, pretending to be upset.

As scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "Sorry about that. Hospital food sucks."

Andy couldn't help but laugh, "Is Sarah okay? Who's taking care of her?"

"She's fine. Grandma, Jeremy and oddly Collins, are taking care of her..." Sam replied.

"Oh! Did they um, visit?" She asked.

"Grandma came, knitted you that sweater over there," said Sam, smiling, "Jeremy had swung by today in the morning but I sent him home before he could enter."

"Why?" Andy asked.

"He brought daisies," Sam answered, with a twinkle in his eye.

Andy got up from her spot in front of the TV to answer the door, "Hey Sam! What're you doing here?"

Sam was a little hurt to see Andy's eyes flash with disappointment, but he handed her the flowers he had brought, "Thought we could hang out but if you want me to leave that's fine…"

"NO!" Andy all but yelled, "Stay."

She regretfully took the flowers from him and put them in the vase. Sam was confused. She seemed both happy and upset to see him. Had he done something wrong?

Before he could say anything Andy let him to the couch and sat down next to him.

She sneezed and said, "Sorry about that."

Sam shrugged, "You wanna watch a movie?"

"Sure *achoo* I have *sniff* um Transformers *achoo* and um *sniff* *sniff* Never Back Down- *ACHOO*!" Andy managed to say between sneezes.

"McNally are you okay?" Sam asked, concerned.

"I'm perfect!," she exclaimed, "*achoo* just um a little *achoo* allergic to daisies *achoo*!"

Sam's eyebrows shot up, "Damn! Go outside. Hurry up!"

Andy left and Sam quickly put the daisies in the trash can, and took the whole bag outside to the chute.

He grabbed her purse, jacket, and keys, handing them to her outside, "Come on. We're going to see a movie."

Andy's nose was still a little red, but she looked much better now, "Sam we can stay inside it's fine -"

"No it's not fine! Why didn't you say anything? Since when did you become so dense?" Sam asked.

"Since when did you become so sweet?" Andy countered.

"Sweet?" Sam groaned, "Wow please do NOT let anyone hear me being called 'sweet'. Couldn't you have said anything along the lines of 'macho' or ' sexy'?"

Andy rolled her eyes and pressed the elevator button,"Yes Sam you brought me flowers, how macho of you..."

Sam held the elevator door open for her, "What? Were you just gonna have a sneeze fest every time I bring you flowers in the next few decades and never mention a word?"

"Decades? You planning on sticking around for that long?" Andy asked.

"Give or take a few," Sam said, flashing his dimples at her.

"McNally, I've been worried, concerned anxious and a lot of other things, but for the first time in my life, I was terrified scared. You died in front of me... Twice," Sam croaked, "The first two times they shocked you with the paddles, and there was no heartbeat. I asked them to do it a third time - because of your stupid superstition..."

"I told you. Third time's a charm. So... I died twice, huh? Guess I'll have to die a third time to actually succeed -" Andy began.

"Hey don't say crap like that," Sam growled, "You're gonna stay alive as long as you can okay? Just... As a favour to me?"

Andy huffed in a an exaggerated manner," Only because you're insisting..."

"Okay now sleep. If people see you looking sleepless they'll think I'm the cause," Sam winked.

Andy's jaw dropped open and she blushed furiously, but obliged.

The following day...

Sarah sat down next to Andy, "Hey there sister-in-law. How're you feeling?"

"Like I got stabbed in the gut," Andy said, smiling weakly.

The two women stared at each other for a minute and simultaneously shouted, "I'M SORRY!"

"Andy, I am so sorry about all of this! I can't believe the nerve of him to lie to you and hurt you this way! Not to mention kidnap and attempt to kill you and Sam... I am so so, so sorry-" Sarah began.

"Are you kidding Sarah? I'm the one who's sorry! I should've known he was lying. All the secret ' meetings' and 'trips ' he kept going for. And I shouldn't have let him capture me and -" Andy rambled.

Sam entered the room and was stunned to find his sister and partner hugging each other, sobbing uncontrollably and apologizing to each other.

He stood there, not wanting to disturb them and listened as Andy asked Sarah how far along she was.

"Any day now," was Sarah's glowing reply.

Sarah shifted uncomfortably, "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about..."

"Yeah, of course, anything," Andy replied.

Sarah blushed and looked away, "I've kind of developed a small, tiny little crush."

"Really? That's great Sarah who is it?" Andy asked.

" It's just a crush, I swear and I would never dream of trying anything-" Sarah rattled.

" Sarah, you sound like me. Just spit it out," Andy urged.

"Nick," Sarah confessed.

" Nick?"

"Yep. Nick," She confirmed.

"Oh! Erm, yeah that's kinda cute, Nick is a really great guy. He's a good friend of mine. Why wouldn't you want to try anything-" Andy was cut off.

"SARAH YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON WHOM?" Sam thundered, "COLLINS? ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME HOW-"

Sarah jumped, not having seen him enter, "You thought I kept asking him to take me to doctors appointments because Jeremy wasn't at home Every single time? No, I sent Jeremy away from home during my appointment time and ask Nick to take me. What's the big deal anyways? It's just a crush and-"

The door swung open and revealed Nick, who held out a 'Get Well Soon' Teddy Bear and walked in, handing it to Andy.

"You two take this outside," Andy firmly said, and for once the siblings listened and left.

"How much did you hear?" Andy asked Nick as he settled into the chair next to the bed.

"Um... Most of it," he confessed, looking at anything but her.

Andy raised her eyebrow, as he finally met her gaze. "Fine, I heard pretty much all of it."

"Do you like her?" Andy bluntly asked.

"What? What do you mean 'do you like her'? She's Swarek's sister, and she's pregnant, and she's going through a divorce and-"

"You haven't answered my question."

"No... I mean maybe... A little bit I guess... Okay fine I do. You happy?" Nick grumbled.

"Very," Andy winked," Jeez relax, Nick. Nobody's telling you to jump her..."

The door swung open again and the doctor was looking at her, very happy, "Congratulations. You're being discharged today!"

"Really? Already? I had forgotten," Andy lied. The truth was, she had been crossing off days on a calendar, something Sam found to be ridiculous, and praying for the day she could leave.

"Um I don't have any bed rest, do I?" Andy asked, knowing that if she had to spend another day lying in a bed she would probably explode.

"Well, since your surgery was a big one, we made you stay for extra time, to monitor you. I think you've rested enough, though. You can go to work say... day after? But nothing strenuous."

Sam walked in and took the discharge papers from the doctor, signing them quickly. The two men helped her into a wheelchair, despite Andy's vigorous protests, and Sam grabbed her bag and pushed the wheelchair towards the car.

Sam gently lifted her into the car, "Where to?"

He was nervous, knowing that she would probably want to stay in her own apartment.

"Home," Andy said, "Take Oak Street and not Maple Road, okay? Traffic's better there."

Sam's face split into a dimpled grin, as he realized that she had given him directions to his own house, and he nodded," Yes Ma'am.

The day after...

Andy woke up, feeling extremely happy. Sam had insisted she sleep on the bed and was going to sleep in the guest room when Andy insisted that they could split the bed. Sam... He and Andy hadn't really talked much. Sure, they spoke about little things and had light conversations but to Andy it seemed way to friend-ish. They weren't really having heart to hearts, but they didn't want to strangle each other either, which Andy figured was an improvement from the way things were before Sam had left.

The moment Andy walked into the station, the barn erupted into shouts, cheers and claps. Andy went around hugging and shaking hands with everyone, thanking them.

There was another set of cheers for when Sam walked in. Nothing pleased the TPD than to get back their police officers, safe and unharmed.

Oliver wrapped her into a big hug, "Missed having you here, McNally."

"Yeah don't bother saying a word to the best friend or anything. Go for the Rookie," Sam said with sarcasm.

"Oh Sammy! There you are! Oh right you were kidnapped too. Almost forgot," Oliver said, grinning to show he was kidding.

Frank beckoned them over to his office, "Hey you two! Great to have you back!"

"It's wonderful to be back sir," Andy replied, while Sam just nodded.

"I heard you two have been cleared by the doctor, but you'll have to stick to desk duty for a week. I'm sorry. It's protocol. After that, clear gun test, and you'll get your weapons back," Best explained.

The two groaned, but accepted their predicament and left.

Andy had been shooting at the gallery for half and hour. Sam walked in and saw her move to the next alley and shoot; all the bullets were nowhere close to the target.

" Hey Sammy!" Oliver shouted.

Sam grabbed his noise cancelling headphones and removed them, "I'm not deaf you know."

Oliver sat down in the chair behind them, "You here to practice?"

Sam shook his head, "I cleared my test today morning when Frank told us about it. Frank scheduled hers day after. She's having trouble shooting cause of her stab wound; it still hurts a bit."

Before Oliver could reply, Sam stood up and tapped her shoulder. She whirled around and he scratched the back if his head, "Need help?"

She raised her eyesbrows at him, but didn't refuse, so he wore a pair of headphones and wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding the gun along with her. Andy blushed at how close they were; cheeks touching.

Steadying her hand, he helped her take the shot; it was perfect.

Sam stepped away and grinned, "You're welcome."

Andy rolled her eyes at him, but was grinning on the inside. The truth was, she had seen him enter the gallery and shot in a horrible manner on purpose. She wanted him to think that she'd fail her test, so when she passed he'd be genuinely surprised. But when he used the pool trick to 'help' her, who was she to protest?

Sam went back to where Oliver was getting ready to leave and saw Andy's shots were better, not as good as the ones he had helped her with, but better.

Oliver chuckled.

"What?" Sam asked as the left the gallery.

"She was shooting bulls eyes until you came," he answered.

"Seriously?" Sam asked.

Oliver nodded and steered him back to the gallery where, sure enough, Andy shot six consecutive bullets into the innermost circle.

Sam left with Oliver again. Oliver was laughing now, "You tried the pool trick? The whole wrapping your arms around the girl to show her how to take the shot? Cute Sammy, but at the shooting range? Really?"

"Hey it worked!"

"Yeah well you can't do it again tomorrow, she was playing you!" He exclaimed.

Sam smirked, "Yeah, I know. But she doesn't know that I know."

Oliver grumbled something about 'McSwarek' being way too complicated, but laughed and followed Sam to the diner to grab a bit to eat.

"Can we have another confessions round?" Andy timidly asked, from her position at the sofa in their room.

"McNally, you know I kinda just invented that right? I mean it's not a thing-"

"But we can make it our thing. Pleeeeeeeease! Pretty please?" Andy asked, flashing her brown eyes at him, batting her eyelashes at him in a way she knew he could never deny anything.

"Fine," Sam grunted and Andy heard him mutter something about her 'stupid doe eyes' being way too convincing.

"Um remember your hockey jersey?" She timidly asked.

"Yeah, my Maple Leaf's jersey. The dry cleaners ruined it..." Sam said frowning at the remembrance.

"Well, that's not necessarily the truth…" She began.

Andy had been sorting clothes into piles for ten minutes. One pile for dry cleaners and the other for the washing at home.

She glanced up and saw Sam enter the room in nothing but a towel, not looking at her.

Andy sorted the next set of clothes without looking at them, randomly tossing them into piles. She couldn't get herself to look away from Sam's muscular chest and the way some water was trickling down his abs...

"I kind of sorted your jersey into home wash and itgotspolitbecauseitwasironedathome," Andy rushed.

Andy winced as Sam's face went red, "What! That was you? You're the reason I threatened to drag the dry cleaner to jail?"

She nodded, "Sorry! I'm sorry! Hey, don't get mad at me, I got stabbed..."

Sam's eyes flashed with pain as she said that, reminding her of what he had gone through when she was hurt. She may have been the one physically hurt, but this wound affected him more than her; he felt guilty beyond imagination.

"You want to do another confession?" She asked, lightly.

He shook his head and smiled a little ," Oh no, no, no, no, no, no. I did mine, it's your turn. Keep going these are fascinating."

"Oh, um, yeah okay. Do you remember when that guy scratched your truck by while reversing?" She began.

"I know that was you colliding into the garage, McNally. Jeremy told me..."

Andy's face went pink, but she looked at the foot of the bed and said, "Oh. Okay, so about your black formal jacket-"

Sam cut in, "I don't need to know your destruction of half my property, McNally. Talk about something else."

Sam's words forced Andy to look up at him and before she chickened out she took a deep breath and said, "Fine. Confession. I love you."