Summary: What happens after Sam and Andy's breakup and Andy gets shot? What happens when Sam isn't there, but Luke is. Will Sam loose all his chances with Andy? Takes place during Season 3, just after Sam broke up with Andy.

A/N: This idea came to my mind while re-watching the previous seasons. And, I know I have a lot of stories I'm working on, buuut when an idea pops into my head I just have to write it up.

And any long text in italics are either dream sequences or thoughts.

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Chapter 1: Shots Fired

It would all be a routine day, at least thats what Andy kept telling herself since she'd woken up this morning with the biggest hole in her chest. A hole she'd never thought she'd be able to fill; the one Sam Swarek left. He'd broken her heart more than any other man had ever done, more than any man would ever do. She didn't think she'd ever be able to let anyone in as much as she had let Sam Swarek in.

Never again. It'd never happen again. She wouldn't let anyone close enough again, the pain wasn't worth it in the end. Getting up in the morning was even difficult. And it was nearly impossible to go to work and see his face every day. She'd just hoped Best didn't partner them together again. She didn't think she could take sitting in the squad car with him, the tension itself would kill her.

But, she loved her job. She'd go to work, put on a face, and get through it. Sometimes she wondered if Sam even cared about her as much as she did him.

But, that morning in Parade when she wasn't paired with Sam, she sort of let out a sigh of relief. She was paired with Collins for the day, which just made her feel better. Collins was new, Collins was safe. Maybe the day wouldn't be as miserable as she thought it'd be.

She sat in the squad car driving as Collins tried to make small talk, but she all but ignored him. She was quite closed off to things today, and a lot of things lately. Thinking wasn't something she wanted to do right then.

Hearing a call go over the radio for a domestic abuse report. Collins picked up the radio to tell dispatch that they got it and mark them for the call before turning on the lights.

Then, it was all routine. Andy quickly started to weave in and out of traffic towards the stop. She pulled up to the house with her lights still on, turning the cruiser off and taking the keys out of the ignition before stepping out of the car, tucking the keys away in her belt.

Together they walked up to the house and Andy knocked on the door. "Hello? Police, open up, we have some questions for you." she said.

When nobody answered, she glanced at Collins and then back to the door, knocking again. But then they heard it, a yell and a smash from inside the house. That gave them probable cause. She nodded to Collins, motioning for him to go in and then she drew her gun, holding it pointed down at the ground.

It was protocol, Collins kicked the door in and they entered. It seemed to happen all in slow motion after that. They went through the house, clearing the house room by room until they got upstairs. They found a man and a woman arguing in a bedroom. She was yelling at him, he was yelling at her while he pointed a gun at her, waving the gun around as he yelled.

"HEY! Police! Put the gun down and put your hands in the air, now!" Andy shouted as soon as she saw the gun. Raising her own gun to point at the man. That caught his attention, and the man turned to look at the cops, turning his gun to point at them instead.

"Go away. This is none of your damn business." he told them as he gripped his gun.

"Hey hey, it is. You need to put the gun down, and we can talk about all of this, alright?" Andy asked. "Don't do anything drastic. Look, my name is Officer McNally, and this is Officer Collins. We're going to help you here." she said.

"No, we don't need help. We need you to leave us the hell alone." he said. Glancing at his wife as she started getting upset at him. "Shut up! Shut the hell up!" he told her.

"Alright, alright, hey...just lower your weapon and we can all talk about this calmly." Andy said. She never wanted to shoot anyone, not again. She wanted to talk people down, arrest them without incident. Sometimes that couldn't happen, she knew it.

And then it happened. She heard the shots before she felt them. It wasn't like last time she was shot at, when her vest caught the bullets. Her body jerked back as the bullet lodged itself into her stomach, just below her vest. And then two more before she fell back, her gun falling from her fingers and onto the floor.

Her eyes were wide, and she faintly heard the sound of a few more bullets, and then Collins' voice. But her eyes were blank, her ears rang as she heard his voice over the radio, announcing that a officer was down and they needed medics right away.

And then, things went black. She barely heard the sound of Collins calling out her name, telling her to stay with him as he jerked her vest undone to put pressure on the wound.

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When the news got back to 15 Division, everyone was shocked. People rushed down to the hospital, but the most shocked was Luke. He was only there to fill in because Jerry just died only a few weeks ago. The last thing they needed was another dead officer.

But, when he'd heard it was McNally, his heart stopped and he instantly stopped what he'd been doing to grab his jacket and keys, heading out the front door. He still loved Andy, he always had. He'd screwed up their relationship, and he really wished he hadn't. Maybe Andy would be Mrs. Andy Collins right now, maybe they'd be married and Andy would be okay.

Well, maybe she wouldn't be okay. She was a police officer after all, and he knew she always would be. Danger came with their job.

Even with everything, Luke still loved her. He loved her with everything he had, and he hated that Swarek had finally gotten her. Though, he'd heard they'd broken up, seen their lack of interaction around the station, the way Swarek and Andy both seemed to be angry and upset even when they weren't around.

All he knew right then was he had to get to her, he had to see Andy, make sure she was alright. Of course she wasn't alright, she was just shot, and from the looks of it the shot wasn't to her vest this time, which only panicked him even more.

When he got to the hospital, the drive was such a daze, he was going on instinct, just to the hospital, to Andy.

Parking in one of the spots for the emergency room before he ran inside and up to the table, looking at the nurse. "Excuse me. They just brought in a female officer, Andrea McNally. Where is she?"

"Yes Sir, they took her straight to surgery." the nurse answered.

"Is she okay?"

The nurse nodded. "Well...I'm not sure. I cannot give out information, but Officer McNally was alive when they brought her in."

Luke shook his head, taking his badge and showing it to the woman. "My name is Detective Luke Callaghan with her same division. Please...tell me something, anything." he asked.

The nurse looked at the badge and then sighed, shaking her head as she looked at him. "I would if I could. She's in surgery Detective Callaghan. We'll know more when she gets out."

"How many shots?"

Looking over the paperwork, the nurse shook her head. "I think two. I'm not sure. The paperwork says two were reported by the on scene medics." she told him.

Luke nodded. "Alright. Tell me anything as soon as you hear it." he told her. Watching as the nurse nodded, he took a few steps back from the desk and walked towards the chairs, pacing back and forth slowly.

He couldn't help but pace nervously, he was worried. Gunshot wounds definitely weren't good, and he was worried. He knew what it felt like to get shot...he remembered those shots, of course he did. And then he remembered how worried Andy seemed.

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It felt like hours passed waiting. People from 15 Division came down. Collins had come down as soon as he was done giving his statement and everything. The minutes felt like hours, and the hours felt like days as they waited to hear about how Andy was doing, if she was alright.

Tommy had even come by and he was pacing right there with Luke, freaked out that his daughter was going to die. Everyone was afraid. Division 15 did not want to bury another one of their officers, especially not McNally. She'd wormed her way into everyones hearts. Everyone loved Andy, she even had a way of talking to hostile people, talking them into putting down their guns, or talk information out of them. Sure, she messed up sometimes, but she was just human.

The one that didn't show up yet was Swarek. He did have the day off today though, so he might not have heard about it. But still, Swarek wasn't there and he was. And he'd be here as long as it took, too.

When the doctor came out of the back, he went up to Tommy, and Luke stood just by them.

"How is she? How is my daughter?" Tommy asked instantly. He looked close to loosing it, Andy was everything to him, his entire world.

The doctor nodded a little to Tommy. "Are you Tommy McNally?" the doctor asked. Once Tommy nodded, the doctor continued. "She is alright for now. She had two bullet wounds, a third one was in her vest when the medics brought her in. They hit her lower abdomen just below her vest. She's lost a lot of blood, Mr. McNally. She's fine for now though, she's asleep."

"Can I see her?"

The doctor nodded a bit. "Yes, you can. I'd only ask that only two at a time go in to see her right now. And preferably only a few people, not everyone. You're family, so you have to clear anyone visiting her."

"I want to go." Luke piped in, looking at Tommy. Seeing Tommy nod a little before they both started to walk back through the doors towards Andy's room.

She was in a room that had a large window, and Luke glanced through it and his skin went pale, the color drained from his face as he saw her laying there like that. She laid on the bed with a small breathing tube over her nose, tucked behind her ears to help her breath, wires attached to her to monitor her heart rate and an IV in her arm. She looked so fragile laying there on the bed, and it took Luke aback a little.

It was Tommy that walked in first, with Luke practically frozen to his spot just outside, looking at her. It took him a minute before he was able to walk into the room, standing just behind Tommy as he sat there, holding Andy's hand.

Sliding his hands to rest on Tommy's shoulders, rubbing them. "S-She...she's going to be okay, Tommy...its okay..." Luke said slowly, looking up at Andy's face. Truthfully, it scared him, seeing her like this. She looked so vulnerable and fragile laying there, and that was the exact opposite of the Andy McNally he knew and loved.

Yes, he still loved her, quite a bit actually. And he intended on showing it to her as soon as he woke up. He wanted Andy back, he wanted to be there for her, with her, holding her hand as she got better. The same way she held his hand through his injury. But, he wouldn't screw it up this time. His priorities were in line right now, and that priority was Andy McNally. He wasn't going to screw this up, he couldn't screw this up. Not now, not with her like this.

Maybe he could get her to want to marry him again. Get her a ring that was her own, not his ex's, ask her properly, not have her find the ring in his lock box. Andy deserved more than he'd given her before, and he was going to show her.

But now all they could do was wait. Wait for her to wake up, to show them that she was okay.

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She shifted slowly, hearing a soft voice calling her name.

"Andy. Hey Andy, wake up." she heard a mans voice call for her.

Slowly she opened her eyes halfway to be met with the most amazing pair of dark brown eyes she'd ever seen. His face was creased with worry as he looked down at her. But, once she looked at him he seemed to smile, flashing her those sweet dimples she loved so much, causing her to smile up at him.

"Hey, there you are. You've been asleep for a while. Breakfast is ready." he said as he leaned down to brush his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

Of course she kissed him back and shifted, rubbing her eyes a little. "Where are we..?" she asked, glancing around a little to see a familiar bedroom.

"My place. You stayed the night. We've got the day off today, so I let you sleep in. Come on, I made pancakes." he said as he moved to stand up and start walking out of the bedroom.

Once he stood she looked at him. She couldn't help but admire his perfectly chiseled chest and back as he walked, shirtless. He only wore a pair of black pajama pants that he seemingly threw on, and his dark black hair was a bit of a mess.

Shifting to sit up, she blushed and realized she was naked underneath the sheets. Pulling them up to her chest, she glanced around a little. Had it all been a dream? It must have been. But it'd felt so real.

Taking in a breath, she shifted off the bed and moved to find her panties on the floor, pulling them on. But, then she found Sam's shirt laying on the floor. And with a smile, she picked it up and moved that on instead of worrying about her own clothes. Closing her eyes as she took in Sam's smell, the scent of his cologne along with the scent that was so perfectly him.

She took a moment there, content in his shirt. But then she'd realized the real thing was just outside in the kitchen and she grinned like an idiot. Quickly moving out of the room and walking down to his kitchen, she saw him sitting on the little breakfast table in the kitchen, already eating his food.

Moving up to him instead of taking her place at her seat, she moved behind him and slid her arms around his neck. Leaning her head down to rest her chin on his shoulder, nuzzling his ear with her nose gently as she took him in. It felt so real, he was right there, and she didn't want to let him go.

Her hugging him caused him to pause and smile, resting one hand on her arm and rubbing it. "Well, good morning to you too, McNally. Come on, let me at least eat breakfast before you try getting into my pants again." he joked, which made her giggle.

"No." she said. Shifting around him, she gently pushed the plate back and pulled his chair so she could climb onto his lap, straddling his waist. Hearing him set the fork down on the plate that he'd been using to rest his hands on her hips, her own arms moving around his neck, resting her hands on the back of his neck and looking deep into his eyes.

"You're here. You're really here...this is real..." Andy said slowly, tears rimming her eyes. Slipping her fingers along the back of his neck to rest her hands on either side of his neck, rubbing her thumbs over his jaw. He hadn't shaved yet, so his jaw had a bit of stubble, and she even loved his stubble even though she'd tease him that it tickled her when he'd try and kiss her.

Seeing the look in her eyes alarmed him and he blinked. "Hey, woah woah woah, Andy, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" he asked. Reaching his hands up to wipe her eyes gently. "What happened?"

"I...I had...I had a bad dream is all. A really...really bad dream."

"Wanna tell me about it?"

Her eyes cast down as she gulped a little, not wanting to relive the pain she'd felt in her heart when he'd gotten in his truck and left her. "J-Jerry died and...and you pushed me away. You told me you couldn't be a cop and be with me. You...you left Sam. And I was so alone. All of a sudden you were gone and...and I love you, Sam, I love you so much. You promised you wouldn't walk away, you promised. And...and you just walked away..." she sputtered out.

Listening to her, he sighed and pulled her against his chest so her head laid on his shoulder. Hugging her slowly, rubbing her back gently overtop of his shirt that she wore. "Shh, shh hey, it was just a dream. I'm right here Andy, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever. I promise." he said, trying to soothe her.

She sniffled a little, wiping her eyes before looking up at him. Leaning up and quickly pressing her lips against his in a slow kiss. Letting her eyes fall closed as she got herself lost in his lips, in his embrace. Her arms moved around his neck and brought herself up to him as she tilted her head to one side to deepen the kiss.

Of course it surprised him, but he wouldn't deny her, especially a kiss like that. It was slow and sweet, gentle. And when he felt her tongue run along his bottom lip, he opened his lips into the kiss to let his tongue move out and dance with hers in the most intimate of dances. Sure they had heated kisses before, but whenever she'd kiss him slow and gentle like this it always felt like the best thing in the world for both of them. They could easily lose themselves in a kiss like this, a gentle lip lock, tongues moving along one another just slowly, not fighting for dominance, just commingling in the space between their lips, in both of their mouths.

Gently she moved closer to him, her chest pressing up against his as her fingers ran along the back of his neck, moving them slowly through his hair at the nape of his neck. She could feel his desire for her press up against her as their kiss continued, obvious that it was turning him on a lot. She never thought she could get enough of feeling him against her, being with him. When she'd been with Luke it hadn't felt this good. Luke was predictable, even the sex sometimes got predictable. But with Sam, it was fireworks every time.

A gentle moan came from her lips as she felt him against her, shifting her hips to press into his hardness, causing him to let out a moan of his own.

Gently she leaned back from the kiss, opening her eyes halfway and looking down into his eyes. She could clearly see the desire that lingered in those dark brown pools, and it was desire all for her. Smiling slowly to him, she kissed his bottom lip. "Make love to me, Sam. Please. I need you, you have no idea how bad."

He smiled, flashing those dimples again before he kissed her. Moving his hands underneath her thighs before he slid the chair back, standing up in one swift motion, bringing her weight with him. "Oh, I'll be more than happy to have sex with you as many times as you want."

But, she shook her head. "Not just sex, Sam. I need you. All of you. Soft, sweet, gentle. Make love to me, don't just have sex with me."

"Its never just sex with you Andy." he told her as he begun walking her back towards the bedroom she'd just woken up from.

His words made her smile and she leaned to kiss him again slowly, gently as he walked. Feeling her back connect with the mattress as he laid her back, following her to hover overtop of her. His hands left her thighs and rested on either side of his head as they kissed the same gentle kiss they'd been sharing just moments before.

She whined a little when his lips left hers and started to travel down the side of her neck. But, she tilted her head back to allow him better access to her skin. Every bit of her skin he kissed felt like it was on fire, making her moan out and move her legs around his waist so she could press herself up into him.

Faintly she became aware of a soft beeping noise. It was bugging her, in the back of her mind.

Beep - Beep - Beep - Beep.

It wasn't really a phone or anything, it was just a steady rhythm like a heart monitor she'd hear at a hospital. But it was there, giving off its beeps.

"Saam..." she moaned out his name as she felt his hands slide up her skin and push the shirt up.

Beep - Beep - Beep - Beep.

There it was again. That beeping. It was bugging her, and was slowly feeling more real than the mans lips on her skin. Opening her eyes a little and things slowly started to become dark once again.

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More hours passed as they waited for her to wake up, to stir. It was only Tommy and Luke sitting in the room with Andy, and they'd mostly been quiet except for the beeping of the monitors, counting Andy's heart beats. Luke sat in a chair just next to Tommy, his forearms leaning against the bed as his fingers gently stroked Andy's, his eyes looking down at them.

They hadn't moved from their spots. Best had been allowed in and brought them both some coffee and chatted with them for a few moments. Luke had told Best that he wouldn't be in for a bit, he didn't care about work right then, he cared about Andy. Traci could take over the case files for a bit, and he would help once Andy woke up.

But when Best asked if anyone had told Swarek, it was Tommy that nearly flipped out, telling Best that Swarek could go to hell. Everyone knew that Swarek broke Andy's heart, it was evident in the way she lived her daily life now. And there was no way Tommy would let Sam Swarek in to see Andy any time soon. Which, Luke was fine with.

Granted, Luke did cheat on Andy and broke her heart, but apparently it hadn't been quite as bad as what Sam had done to her, making him seem like the good guy in all of this.

"S-Sam..." soft words were heard coming from Andy's lips, making both Luke and Tommy sit up.

"Andy?" Tommy asked first.

Andy's eyes slowly started to flutter open a little, her vision blurry and fuzzy at first. Where was she? Where was Sam? They'd just been in his bedroom.

Gently she licked her lips, swallowing hard and moving to close her eyes tighter. "S-Sammy..." she whined out slowly, wondering where the feel of the man she loved was. He'd just been on top of her, and now she felt so foreign. A small nagging pain came to her, a pain she hadn't felt before. Of course she was on drugs right then so she didn't feel it to the full extent. But, it was there.

Licking her lips, her mouth felt dry. Sam hadn't kissed her that hard. Slowly opening her eyes again and she was met with the concerned faces of her father and Luke. But, where was Sam? Where were they?

"D-D-Dad?" she asked a little confused.

Tommy's face lit up when Andy looked at him and spoke. "Oh thank God! Andy! You're okay." he said. Moving to take her hand and squeezing it a little.

"Where...where's Sam? Where...where am I?" she asked. At first it was hard to believe what was real and what wasn't. Had she been dreaming before or not?

"You're in the hospital sweetheart. You were shot. But you're going to be fine, just fine." Tommy answered, avoiding the question about Sam.

"Wait...shot? What? I...Sam. Where is Sam?" she asked, almost demanded. Trying to push herself to sit up a little, but it was Luke who stood up.

Luke moved to gently push her back down onto the bed and he smiled down at her. "Hey Andy. I don't know where Sam is, he isn't here. I'm so glad you're okay...you scared me." he said. Reaching to brush her hair out of her face and smiling down at her.

But she looked up at Luke with confused eyes. Leaning her head away from him and shaking it slowly. "No. Where is Sam?"

"Come on, you know Swarek, if he wanted to be here he would be." Luke said, trying to get her angry at him again.

And the mention of that caused Andy to lay back a little and turn her head to one side. So, it'd been a dream. And she felt her heart break all over again, Sam's words from her dream echoing in her head.

~~"I'm right here Andy, and I'm not going anywhere. Ever. I promise."~~

She choked back a small sob, swallowed it as she stared at the wall, shaking her head. "Can...can you go? Please?"

"Andy..." Luke said, reaching to take her hand and rubbing it slowly. But, Andy pulled it back. "I'm sorry. I...I can't leave you, I can't. I was so scared when I heard you were shot, I rushed down here like a crazy man. I still love you Andy, and that won't ever change. Please. Let me be here for you. Sam's obviously not."

That last bit tugged at her heart a little. Luke was the safe choice. She could hold him at a distance, forget that she felt anything for Sam, feel a little better.

Slowly glancing towards Luke, nodding slightly before she sighed. "Okay." she whispered, closing her eyes and tilting her head back against the bed. "Okay."

Luke smiled a little when she said that. Sitting back down in his seat as he held her hand. "Rest now, Andy, its okay. I'll be right here when you wake up."

But she shook her head. "I don't wanna rest." she whispered, opening her eyes and glancing back at him, giving him a small, weak smile. "I don't wanna rest." she repeated. She couldn't live through losing Sam again. It felt like a knife was plunged straight through her chest again, and it hurt. She wanted to carefully construct walls around her heart so she wouldn't feel that again.

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A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like it! This will be an McNally/Swarek story eventually, maybe, I make no promises :-p. I definitely ship McSwarek haha.

Read and review, let me know how you feel!