Hey guys!

So I'm really quite sad that this is the last chapter of the story. I'm going to terribly miss writing it! You have all been so fantastic and amazing in your support and praise. So thanks so much! This would have never been written if it hadn't been for all of you.

Anyways, I honestly didn't think I needed to continue it with Andy's reunion with everyone else, just Sam. Hope that's okay! And I really really hope you enjoy this! xx

For a moment, it was as if the world stood still. There were no more than two feet between them, but it felt like a never ending chasm.

And then he pulled her into him.

The feeling of her - warm, solid, and real, was like a soothing balm over Sam's shattered soul. Her scent, as light and intoxicating as ever, swept the black cobwebs from his deteriorating mind. With every heartbeat of hers that he could feel, a piece of his own heart fell back into place.

His arms were as strong and supporting as she had remembered. Andy laid her head on his chest as she struggled to maintain composure. The feeling of his lips against her hair, and the sound of his voice murmuring her name over and over again, broke whatever resolve she had left. The tears started to fall, unleashing a myriad of emotions. Her chest heaved with muffled sobs as she clung to him.

The sound of her crying was the final thing that broke Sam's emotional barriers. A single tear fell from his tightly shut eyes, the droplet landing on her hair. He drew her closer to him, as if to knit her very being to his.

They stood there, in his doorway, for what seemed like eternity, reveling in each others touch, clinging to the moment like it was their last.

"I thought I'd lost you," he whispered in her ear. She let out a half laugh that was cut short by another sob.

"You didn't," she answered simply.

Sam stiffened at the obvious statement. He pulled away from her. "No, I didn't. But I thought I had. Do you have any idea what you did to me?"

Andy was taken aback by the anger that was clearly evident in both his eyes and voice. "I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything about it though. I had orders!"

"Screw the orders!" All of his built up anger, guilt, remorse, and self loathing suddenly burst forth. "When your partner dies, you die too. Maybe not actually, but figuratively. Hell, Andy, if this situation had been reversed, do you think I would have just pretended to be dead without telling you?"

The latter part of his outburst was lost on Andy. She could only focus on the first part.

"So that's all I am to you, Sam - your partner? Just your partner?" It was her turn to shout. It was only after she had screamed in his face that she realized how close they were.

Sam's eyes widened. His lips parted slightly. He stared at her, continually flickering his gaze down to her lips. She licked them unconsciously, her heart pounding.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him, crashing his lips against hers. She responded instantly, kissing him like she was drowning. They somehow made their way into his house. He slammed the door shut with his foot, never taking his lips off hers. His hands roamed everywhere - her hair, her face, her waist...every touch left a trail of wildfire that threatened to consume the both of them.

Her kisses tasted like tears. He trapped her against the wall, pressing his body against hers. He felt more alive now than he had ever had. He tried to tell her with every kiss, every touch, how much she meant to him. Because she was more than just a partner. So much more.

His kisses tasted like whiskey but gave her a high she had never experienced with alcohol. She was still crying, the tears were still falling. She was completely oblivious to everything else but him.

The angry, desperate kisses eventually turned to gentler, sweeter ones. Sam tried his best to cleanse her of her sorrow, softly kissing her face, removing her fallen tears. His arms tightened around her as his mouth found hers once again, consuming it in a slow, burning kiss that made her moan. She twisted her right leg around his waist as his hips rocked against hers.

"Andy," he murmured, trailing his lips down her throat to her collarbone, and then making his way back up. Her hands ran up under his shirt across his back.

She never wanted this to end. She never, ever wanted to leave his embrace.

"I guess I'm not just your partner," she whispered, breathing heavily. He laughed softly, kissing her again.

"You are so, so much more than that," he answered. She laid her head in the crook of his neck, pressing her lips against his skin. He closed his eyes at the sensation. His arms tightened around her again as he struggled internally. Finally, he spoke, his heart overruling his head.

"I love you." Those three simple words sounded so sweet coming from his mouth. He felt her lips curve in a smile, never leaving his neck.

"I love you too."