A/N: Another fic started. I have until the 26th when I start my new job so I'm gonna write like a maniac to have this finished by then. This is just a teasing chapter to whet your appetite. Think of the time line as Season 2, right up until "Best Laid Plans" but Andy never made that phone call. Lets just say the credits rolled after that scene by the fire truck. :)

Hiding In Plain Sight - Skinfull

Sam folded the newspaper he was reading and looked over at Andy on the other side of the couch reading her book. Her feet were tucked in beside him against the back of the couch. He reached down and picked one up and slowly started to massage it. She bent the book towards her chest to see over it and smiled.

"Finished your paper?"

"Yeah."

"'bout time!" she tossed her book to the floor and crawled up the couch to lie on his chest so she could kiss him. "Thought you were going to be reading that dammed thing all day!"

She squirmed her hips against him and he smiled as she kissed him again. Her hands started to unbutton his shirt and she kissed the top of his chest. He reached out and pulled off her hair tie, then brushed his fingers through her hair.

She leaned up and licked his cheek, his jaw and his chin then without warning stuck her tongue in his mouth, causing Sam to sit up and start coughing. He woke with a large Alsatian dog sitting on his chest, panting happily, his tongue lolling out of his mouth after clearly licking his face.

"God dammit…" he pushed the dog off his chest and sat up fully as he wiped his face free of the dog drool with the back of his hands. He stood up and walked across the cell to the small sink and rinsed his face with what little water he could get from the tap.

He looked over at the other bunk and saw Gareth was still sleeping. He went over to check his injuries. The stab wound on his leg had stopped bleeding which pleased him. No more blood meant his artery wasn't cut and the blood had started to clot. He could do with getting some clean bandages. Well, any bandages, Sam decided as he pulled the strapping he had made out of his shirt piece back into place.

It was a small cell with only two bunks, a sink barely big enough to fit in both of is hands and a toilet with no privacy. Sam wasn't too worried about the bathroom facilities though when he hadn't eaten anything in 2 days and was living off drips from the tap that came out less than spectacularly clean. There was a series of small windows near the ceiling. Four in total, each about three inches square.

Sam's lips were sore, chapped and cut. His shoulder that had been dislocated was marginally better after he slammed it into the wall to put back into place and the two little fingers on his left hand were broken and held together with another piece of the shirt he had ripped. He looked down at himself. His uniform shirt hung on his body in rags. Both sleeves gone and a strip from the bottom to his midriff ripped off to be used for a bandage for Gareth's leg. He sat back onto his own bunk again and the dog rested its head on his lap.

"Hey buddy…" he reached out and rubbed the dog's head. "Not long now." The dog whimpered. "I know buddy, I'm hungry too."

A/N: Next chapter for later today. :)