Okay, so I know this is long overdue, but I've just been so busy lately with summer break almost coming to an end…so unfortunately, this will be my last fic for a while…only because I don't want to make promises I can't keep by saying that I'll have more free time…so here it goes…

This one's from Sam's POV, right from where I left off…

"McNally, you there?" Sam barked into his radio, desperate for a response on the other end. He had tried contacting her a couple times earlier, but had been unsuccessful. "Damn it," he hissed, as he went downstairs, thinking where she could possibly be. He had wanted to tell her that the top floor had been all clear, which meant the suspect was probably downstairs, so she should take caution, but she wasn't replying. She's probably still looking for him, Sam thought, though he feared deep down that something had happened…he had left her there, completely vulnerable. Stop it, Sam told himself. He didn't know why he was so afraid of her being alone down there…she was quite capable of defending herself, yet they were dealing with a ruthless murderer and rapist…She's fine, Sam…and she's your rookie, not girlfriend, he told himself, as he pushed all of those negative thoughts out of his mind.

"McNally?" Sam called, as his voice echoed through the empty room. There was no response. He had searched every single floor of the building, and hadn't found her. Now he was starting to really worry a bit…Andy wouldn't just disappear like that by herself. Getting desperate, Sam saw a staircase heading down to a dark room, and decided to try his luck there. As he quietly descended down the staircase, Sam heard the soft shuffles of feet, and immediately quickened his pace. He had now reached the bottom steps, and proceeded with caution as he tried to find his way around the corners of the dark room. It was then when he heard a man's voice. Sam's heart rate quickened, as he drew out his gun. It was a muffled voice at first, but as he silently drew closer, he recognized it as a count-down. And then he heard the familiar click of a gun being loaded.

Sam sprang into action, jumping out from behind his hiding spot, only to see their suspect pointing a gun at Andy, who stood in the corner, quivering, with her eyes shut. Vulnerable. The man immediately turned around facing Sam, and was about to pull the trigger, however Sam reacted first. A loud bang echoed through the entire building, as the man fell to the ground, with blood gushing from the bullet wound in his chest. Sam panted heavily, slightly frazzled from what had just happened. He turned to see Andy with her eyes still closed, standing still now. She looked like a ghost just standing there, which made Sam worry.

"Andy," Sam said, as he hurried over to her side. She slowly opened her eyes, and exhaled deeply. "What the hell happened?" Sam was asking, as he grasped her limp arm, trying to get a response from her. Her eyes shifted around, and she looked like she might pass out. "McNally, can you hear me?" Sam was now yelling. Sam swore as he reached for his radio, and called for the ambulance. He felt a faint sigh, and looked to see Andy's eyelids dimming slightly. No, this can't be happening, he thought. "Andy, you gotta stay with me…" he urged, as he felt her fading. "Sam…" Andy whispered, before blacking out.

Andy opened her eyes to find herself in the hospital. She tried to sit up, but the movement resulted in an unexpected stabbing pain, which caused her to collapse back on her bed. Her sudden movement caused the figure next to her to move. Andy turned around completely to see Sam, who was now waking up.

"Hey…" she said, not knowing why she was where she was. She must've blacked out because the last thing she remembered was seeing a gun being pointed at her. She must have been shot. She immediately looked down, trying to see if she had gotten shot. Sam looked confused. "What are you doing?" he asked, watching her squirm around. "Where did I get shot?" she asked, now returning his confused expression.

"McNally, you never got shot," Sam said. "What….how is that possible when I heard the shots being fired myself?" Andy countered. "That was my gun going off...I came just in time…what the hell were you thinking McNally, you were seconds away from being killed!" Sam exclaimed. "I know…" Andy whispered slowly. "What?" Sam said, now as confused as ever. "If you knew, then why didn't you react instead of just standing there...do you realize what could've happened out there?" Sam was now almost yelling, and Andy couldn't help but notice the way his biceps clenched as he firmly gripped the side of her bed.

"My gun wasn't loaded," Andy said. Sam's jaw dropped, as he opened his mouth to say something, and then shut it. "Let me repeat myself, do you know what could've happened out there?" he said, as he was clearly overwhelmed. "I know, it's my fault…I should've paid better attention this morning," Andy started, but was cut off. "Do you realize what would've happened, Andy….your death would be my fault. "What?" Andy said, now completely confused. "Sam…I mean, sir, it was my decision to look downstairs, and it was my fault that I hadn't loaded my gun," she said.

"I left you alone down there," Sam said quietly. "You were by yourself, and anything could've happened to you," he said. "Yeah, well that's what I signed up for, remember?" Andy said. "Whatever happened out there was my own fault," she said, as she shook her head. Sam was silent. It all made sense to him now. She knew her gun wasn't loaded, and had tried bluffing. But in the end, she knew she was gonna end up dead. That was the worst feeling one could get. Sam remembered the one time he had felt like that. He quickly shook the memory out of his head, focusing on his rookie who was lying in the hospital bed in front of him. A strange rush of warmth flooded into his chest.

It's probably just the tiredness getting to me…you can't live off of coffee everyday, Sam, he thought to himself, even though he knew that was not the real reason. He didn't have feelings for Andy. After all, she was the one who had screwed up his 8 months undercover work, and then had the nerve to look at him the way she did every day…those brown eyes…so innocent and caring…and the way she had been so close that day in the parking lot…he was centimeters away from her rose petal like lips…and no, he was not thinking any of this. "I'll be right back," he told Andy, as he got up from his seat. He closed the door behind him, and closed his eyes, leaning against it. You're way in over your head on this one…Sam told himself, shaking his head.