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Chapter 2

Andy woke up the next morning to something tickling her nose. Without opening her eyes, she crinkled her nose, hoping to move whatever the offending object was. When that didn't work, she finally pried her eyes open and couldn't help the grin that erupted on her face as the night before rushed back to her. She was now lying on her side, as was Sam, her face buried in his chest, their legs and arms tangled. She enjoyed the heavy weight of one his arms across her waist; it made her feel safe. A sudden realization came over her that not only had she fallen asleep in Sam's bed, but she'd slept soundly the whole night.

Sam woke up the moment she shifted. He felt her smile against his chest and it caused a smile of his own to take over his face.

She snuggled into him, turning her face slightly so her nose wasn't being tickled anymore. She let out a content sigh and closed her eyes again.

It was two hours later when Andy woke up again, this time to Sam tucking hair behind her ear and running his fingers through her long locks. Staring down at her, he saw immediately when her eyes gradually opened. "Morning," he said.

She tilted her head to look up at him. "Mmm, morning."

He scooted himself down so their faces were at the same level and he could do what he'd wanted to do for the last hour. He pressed his lip to hers, left them there gently until she deepened the kiss. It was a languid and passionate kiss, with arms already wrapped around each other simply tightening. When they finally parted, he nudged his nose against hers.

"Want some breakfast?" he asked, his hand running down her back.

She shrugged her shoulders. She didn't want to put him out, didn't want to keep him if he had stuff to do before shift. "You don't have to." She untangled one of her arms so her fingers could play with the hair on his chest.

"I want to, McNally." He raised his eyebrows, opened his eyes wide as he gave her a look that challenged her to argue with him.

"Okay, chef," she said giggling. He rolled them until he was on top of her, and tickled her relentlessly. She was out of breath by the time he stopped.

When they finally got out of bed, Sam threw on his jeans and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast, while Andy freshened up and searched for her clothes. Nearly dressed she remembered her tank top was in his living room, and was just pulling it over her head as she walked into the kitchen.

"Need any help?" she asked, coming up next to him while he was at the stove.

"Nope, got it covered," he replied.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and topped off Sam's mug sitting on the counter near him. "So, um..." She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, nervous about bringing up what happened between them. But they had to talk about it.

Sam glanced over at her, saw her fidgeting with the mug in her hands, but didn't say anything. He wanted to ask if she was okay, but was afraid of the answer. Afraid she'd think last night was a mistake.

"We should, you know, talk...about what happened," she said, leaning back against the counter a few feet from where he stood.

"Okay."

She wanted to be annoyed that he wasn't making this easy. Then again, she was the one with the boyfriend and she figured he was probably afraid that she'd want to disregard this like she did after their near kiss her first week on the job.

"Sam...We need to talk about what we're going to do. About this. About us. Since it's against the rules and all." She looked over at him smiling, and waited for him to turn his head.

When he saw the look on her face, he put down the spatula he was holding and took the few steps toward her. He cupped her cheek in his hand, thumb brushing against her skin as he closed the distance between their faces. "We'll figure it out," he whispered, before pressing his lips to hers.

She smiled against his lips as they pulled apart. Sam quickly got back to breakfast before it burned and Andy edged closer to him, nudged his hip with hers, still smiling. "So, we keep quiet until I'm cut loose."

"Andy, I know you're risking a lot, could lose your job if anyone found out. But I won't let that happen, okay? I won't," he said, a determined look in his eyes.

"I'm not...okay, I'm a little worried about that. But I want this. I'm willing to risk it," she replied, her eyes matching his.

By the time they sat down, Andy couldn't help but admit she was starving. Sam cooked them eggs, bacon and toast, and they bantered easily while they ate. She felt like she was glowing, such a contrast to how she started the night before feeling. When they were done, Andy insisted on cleaning up while Sam grabbed a shower. She knew he was going to have just enough time to drop her off before heading into the station for his shift.

While she waited for him to get ready, she grabbed one of his hoodies and wrapped it around her to ward off the morning chill. She called Luke while she waited, knowing she had to get this over with sooner or later.

"How are you doing this morning, babe?" he asked.

"Uh, fine. Hey, can we - "

"This case is so big, sweetheart. Spent most of the night on scene. And you cracked it. Everyone'll be talking about what you did," he boasted.

"Luke," she said loudly, trying to get him to shut up. She didn't want people talking about her. She didn't want the reminder she killed someone. "I need to talk to you about something. Can we meet for coffee or something?"

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"Um, just wanna talk to you," she replied.

"Okay, I was gonna head into the station in a couple hours. I can meet you on my way," he suggested.

They agreed on a coffee shop not far from the station and Andy was glad when the phone call was over. She just wanted to get the whole thing over with, so she was truly free to move on with her life. Her life with Sam, even if they had to hide it for a while.

"You ready to go?" Sam asked, walking into the living room where she sat. She nodded as she stood up, but he could tell something was wrong. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said, a distant look on her face. "Thinking about yesterday. Feel like I'll never stop thinking about it."

He laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You know, the department has someone you can talk to about it," he suggested.

"No," she replied, adamantly shaking her head. "I don't do shrinks. I just wanna stop thinking about each and every move I made, you know?"

He nodded. He did know. He'd shot a suspect more than a few times over the years. "It will eventually stop occupying your thoughts, but talking does help." Andy opened her mouth to protest, but Sam raised a hand to stop her. "I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Day or night. I'll talk. I'll listen. Okay?"

She gave him a small smile and nodded. And this, this was why she would risk her career to be with him. He cared; cared enough to always be there for her.

"After you," he said, arm wide open to usher her to the front door so they could leave.

It was a quick drive to her apartment and when Sam pulled up to the curb outside her building, he leaned across the armrest to press a kiss to her lips. "I'll call you later," he said when they parted.

"Okay," she said, smiling.

She started to get out of the truck, but stopped and turned back to face him. "I, um...just so you know...so there's no question...I...I'm meeting Luke later this morning to tell him it's over. So, uh, you might want to steer clear of him, you know, so he doesn't put two and two together about why I'm breaking up with him."

The words were music to his ears, even if by the way they talked about them earlier he knew she'd be doing this at some point. "I'll stay outta the D's office. Promise."

Andy smiled at Sam as she got out of the truck, and couldn't help but glance over her shoulder a few times on the short walk to the door of her building. Sam waited until she was safely inside before driving away.

She had just enough time to shower before heading to the coffee shop to meet Luke. She really wasn't looking forward to this. He'd been good to her - when he wasn't preoccupied with his job - and she hated to hurt anyone.

Andy was already sitting at a table, coffee in hand, when Luke walked in. He saw her and smiled before walking up to the counter to get his own coffee. When he sat down across from her, Andy forced a smile and was thankful he hadn't tried to kiss her.

"Did you sleep okay last night?" he asked.

"Um, yeah, slept fine," she replied, playing with her cup. "Look, Luke..."

"Why don't we get a way for a couple days? Get out of the city this weekend," he suggested, reaching across the table to take her hand in his.

She slowly removed her hand, resting it on her lap. She needed to just rip the Band-Aid off and get this over with before it got anymore awkward. "I can't do this anymore," she blurted out. "It's not you. I just...I can't."

"Is this about last night? I thought you'd want me to be part of this huge case you broke open. You know how important this type of case is for a career," he said. She wasn't really sure who's career he was talking about - his or hers.

"It's not about that, not all about that, at least. I just...we're too different and...I'm not happy. I'm sorry. I can't ignore how I feel," she said, trying to be as honest as possible without announcing what was happening between her and Sam.

"So that's it? Just like that? You won't even let me try to fix whatever it is that's wrong," he said, his voice rising.

"That's it though. You don't even see that there's something wrong. I'm sorry Luke," she said, standing up. "It's over. I hope we can be friends again someday." With that, she grabbed her coffee and walked out of the coffee shop.

Andy was putzing around her apartment, already bored out of her mind when her phone rang. A grin took over her face when she saw who was calling. "Miss me, huh?"

"Always, McNally," Sam said, chuckling. "Just checking in. Saw a certain someone storming through the station a little while ago."

"I'm fine, really. It's done with and everyone moves on," she replied, flopping down on the couch with her legs resting on the armrest.

"Okie dokie. How's the rest of the morning been?" he asked.

"Um, going stir crazy. Am I supposed to watch all this crappy daytime TV? I just wanna get back to work," she whined.

"You know it hasn't even been a full day yet, right? And you probably have at least a few more before they allow you back," he said. Andy groaned. "Enjoy a couple of unexpected days off. The bad guys will still be here when you get back."

"Who are you paired with today?" she asked, ready to be a little jealous if Gail or Traci got to ride with him while she was at home.

"Epstein. He's booking a drunk we just brought in. I'd take your incessant chatter over his relentless eagerness any day," he quipped.

"Ha."

"Want me to stop by after shift?" he asks.

She wanted more than anything to say yes, but Traci had already pressured her into meeting up tonight. "I promised Traci I'd meet everyone at The Penny tonight. She just, she wouldn't take no. Wants to make sure I'm okay after yesterday," she said sadly.

"Oh, of course. Yeah," he replied, and she didn't miss the disappointment in his voice.

"But, maybe, after? I'll make it an early night."

"You've got a deal, McNally."

"Good, I'll see you then."

Andy walked into The Penny that night, nodding a hello and smiling at Sam & Jerry as she walked by on the way to the table her friends were at. She didn't miss Sam's wink, their silent communication all they could exchange right now.

The rookies had all been chatting for a while when Chris nudged Traci and looked over to the bar. Andy was engulfed in a debate with Dov and Gail, so she didn't see the nods and curious glances toward the bar by her friends. Traci was happy that her friend's back was facing the bar as she watched Luke hanging all over some blond chick.

It was Andy that broke Traci out of her trance. "Get a room, Trace! Stop undressing your boyfriend with your eyes," she said, thinking her friend was staring at Jerry.

"Andy, it's not...uh...you need to turn around," Traci said, sadness written all over her face.

Andy glanced over her shoulder and it took a solid minute to figure out what her friends were so absorbed with. Her eyes first found Sam, chatting easily with Jerry and Oliver. She continued along the bar and that's when she saw Luke with some woman. She spun her head back around to face her friends. "He can do whatever he wants. We broke up."

"What? When? What happened?" Traci asked. Andy's friends stared at her in shock.

"It just wasn't working out. Yesterday made me realize I shouldn't keep faking it," she replied.

"Andy, I'm so sorry," Traci said.

"Don't be. I'm fine. Really, I am. It was nice while it lasted," she said before taking a sip of her drink.

She challenged Dov to a game of darts, trying to change the subject, and he happily agreed. Two games later, Andy was crowned the winner as Dov begged Chris to play a consolation round. Andy returned to the table where Traci and Gail were laughing about something and joined in on the conversation.

A short time later, out of the corner of her eye, Andy saw Sam head down the hallway to the restrooms. Excusing herself, she discreetly followed the same path. She leaned back against the wall, one leg bent with the bottom of her foot against the wall, outside the men's room and waited. It seemed like an eternity - she kept glancing down the hallway expecting to get busted - before Sam came out, a surprised look on his face when he saw her.

"McNally," he drawled out.

"Sir," she said, smirking as she tilted her head.

"You always hang out near the men's restroom?" he teased, stepping closer to her.

"Thought I saw a good looking officer walk down this way. See him in there?" she quipped, looking behind him to the door he'd just come out of.

"Funny."

The giggle that escaped her mouth knocked down the remaining restraint Sam had. He pressed her against the wall, her leg dropping so their hips could meet. His lips found hers quickly and she immediately responded by licking her way into his mouth.

They both knew they couldn't stay like this for long - nearly all of their coworkers, and their boss, were right down the hall. He reluctantly pulled away, nudging her nose before he took a step back. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," she replied, nodding. "Need to say goodbye to everyone though."

"Meet me at my truck in 10 minutes," he told her before walking away. Andy couldn't help but admire the view his tight jeans displayed.

The day Andy was due back on shift for the first time since the shooting, Sam decided to stop at her favorite coffee shop on his way in. He knew they had to be discreet, but it was simply a TO bringing coffee in for his rookie on her first day back. At least, that's what it was if anyone caught them.

Of course, he had to run into Noelle on the short walk from his truck to the entrance of the station. "You shouldn't have," she said as stepped up beside him.

"I didn't," he replied with a little more bite to it than he intended.

"Ouch. Who's the lucky girl?" she asked.

He didn't know how she did it. She always saw right through them - him, Oliver, Jerry and Frank. She knew them too well, he guessed. Still, no one could know. "Jerry," he replied cheekily.

Noelle laughed as she glanced over at her friend. "I don't know. The bounce in your step, the twinkle in your eye. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were in love."

Sam's legs stopped working, causing Noelle to leave him in the dust as she headed inside. He stood there, mouth open, nerves shooting through his body, with what he was sure was a petrified look on his face. He wasn't in love, couldn't be. He hadn't known Andy for long; they hadn't even gone out on a proper date yet. He shook Noelle's words from his mind and continued on his mission to deliver coffee to a certain beautiful brunette.

Sam stopped in the bullpen looking around for Andy and quickly figured she was probably in the locker room. He headed in that direction, smiling when he saw her in the hallway. "Good morning, McNally."

She smiled, fighting hard not to let a huge grin break out when she saw Sam. "Sir." She looked down at the coffees he was holding. "One of those for me?"

He reached his right hand out, hold a cup in front of her. "Yup," he replied, popping the 'p.'

Her hand wrapped around the paper cup, her fingers tangling with his. Neither moved for a moment as they stared into each other's eyes. They had to be careful; no one could find out about them until she was cut loose. So, they didn't say anything anyone could overhear. They simply spoke with their eyes as electricity sparked through both their bodies as their fingers touched.

"Thank you," she said, when she eventually pulled her hand away from his.

"Gotta keep my rookie caffeinated, even if you're on your own today," he said.

She scrunched her nose at the thought of having to go talk to a school full of kids. "Wish we got to stick around and watch you guys retrain."

"You gonna manage out there without me your first day back?" he teased.

Andy couldn't stop the grinning from taking over her face. "Think I can manage without you for one day." Truth was, they'd spent a lot of her time off together - the nights after he got off shift, the mornings before he headed to work, his whole day off. They'd gotten used to being able to be with each other. She wrapped her free hand around the cup she held to prevent herself from reaching out to touch him.

"We'll see," he smirked, thinking more about how she'd manage without him personally more than professional. "See you in Parade, McNally." He stepped around her, knowing they both had to get a move on if they were going to make it to Parade on time.

She spun around as she watched Sam walk away, and took a sip of her coffee. Just the way she liked it. She tried to tamp down the ridiculous grin that threatened to break out at just the sight of Sam. This was going to be an interesting few months until she was cut loose.

The End.