A/N: I fixed a couple mistakes that were in it. I apologize I wrote this in the middle of a very slow 12 hour shift to pass the time.

Andy walked up the front steps of her and Luke's new house. 'Not much of a home' she thought. She reached for the door knob but she faltered and dropped her arm. She turned around and sat down on the steps. Laying her head on her hands, she ran her fingers through her hair and lightly touched the stitches on the back of her head. She sighed, stood back up and finally forced herself to walk inside.

Luke sat at the counter waiting for her to get home. "Where have you been? You're like an hour late."

She rolled her eyes as she hung her jacket up. "I had a ton of paperwork to finish up from the accident on Spadina yesterday. Me and Sam had to get it filed before they could close the case." She immediately regretted mentioning Sam's name. Here we go.

"You were with Swarek?" Luke scoffed as if the name was a bitter taste in his mouth.

"He's my partner, Luke. We worked the accident together." Andy stated obviously.

Luke reached across the space that separated them and pushed Andy into the closet door. She hit her newly placed stitches against it. He placed his hands on her shoulders and got in her face. "I'm getting real sick of the attitude, Andy. It was a simple question." He let go of her, grabbed his coat and opened the front door. "I'm going to the Penny. You should stay home tonight."

She was gonna stay anyways. Her stitches were torn and her head bleeding again. Not quite as bad as when the incident first occurred but she had a headache. She also decided against seeing her friends, they would know something was up immediately. They already had their suspicions but they just assumed it was regular fights between an otherwise happy couple.

Happy. She can't even remember the last time she was legitimately happy. Only fleeting moments.

She opted out of going back to the hospital. Instead she grabbed the first aid kit from the medicine cabinet and cleaned the wound herself. 'Tomorrow's gonna suck' she thought.

Luke's behavior never faltered. Every time she mentioned Sam's name, or whenever she did something that Luke deemed unacceptable for a girlfriend to do she got a slap to the face, a push to the ground, or her hair grabbed.

She can't even figure out how she got herself into this mess. She's a cop for Christ's sake. She deals with these things on a weekly basis. How does she give advice to battered girlfriends or wives when she can't even take the advice herself. She remembers the first time. It replayed in her brain 24/7. He slapped her so hard he'd left a bruise on her cheek. She used some foundation to cover it up until it was pretty much gone. He'd apologized and told her how much he loved her and she told herself that she wasn't one of those girls and that it wasn't gonna happen again after the first time. She was wrong.

She knows one thing for sure. Sam is starting to notice a change in her. She can't ever let him know. He would kill Luke with his bare hands. He hasn't quite figured out what her problem is, Luke never acted on his tendencies at work. It would ruin his image he says. But if something happened at work you best believe she was gonna get shit for it as soon as they got home. Right as they walk in the door he pushes her off her feet only for her to stretch her arms out to catch herself. That's how she had to hide a sprained wrist by saying she had the flu for a week.

Weeks went by. Nothings changed. She wanted to leave so bad. But where was she gonna go. Her dads? No he's busy with getting sober. Traci? She's got enough of her own problems. Definitely not Sam, that's not even an option. Gail, Chris, and Dov wouldn't be much help. She felt trapped. She feels like she had no one. She cries when Luke isn't around to hear her and berate her for it.

Then came the day that everything would fall apart. Although you could argue that everything fell apart when Luke started hitting her. But her trying to hide it from the world, that's what fell apart.

"Andy, I'm done with you being selfish bitch all the time!" Luke pushed her out of the way to moved towards the couch. She tripped on a step and fell to her face giving her a bloody nose on top of all the developing bruises of the hits she had taken just a little while ago. That's it. She's done. She doesn't even care what he does to her now. She's done feeling sorry for herself.

She shouts at him. "No Luke! I'm done with you! It doesn't hurt me anymore!" Of course it does physically hurt but she's done being emotionally hurt.

He raises his eyebrows at her and stomps toward her. He bends down and grabs her face hard enough to leave yet another mark on her battered face. "Does this hurt!?"

She uses what strength she has left and pushes his arm away. "I'm done, Luke! I've FINALLY had enough of you."

Luke stays quiet for a moment and just looks at her laying on the ground. He laughs at her, picks his files and laptop case off the couch and walls past her saying, "You better not still be laying there when I get back."

Sam walked out of the locker room. He had forgotten his house keys when he left for the Penny. As he was leaving the barn he passed Luke. Every time he saw him all he wanted to do was deck him in the nose. It wouldn't be enough but if he could get one good swing in he'd be a happy man. He has a feeling he knows what's happening. Andy has had quite a few "accidents" in the past couple weeks. She insists she's fine when he asks but he can see right through her. He tells her over and over again that if she ever needs anything that she could come to him. No matter what it is, he would be there for her. She knows that obviously. He's always there when it matters.

Luke walked and talked on his phone while carrying a stack of files that were about to spill and just as they were about to walk passed each other they all fell out of his hands. "God Dammit" he curses.

Sam rolled his eyes, looked at him picking up the papers but didn't help. "You should be more careful, Callaghan. Have some situational awareness, could help you later in life." He smirked and Luke looked up at him with disgust.

"Swarek, I'm not in the mood to deal with you right now. I've already enough shit to deal with. And your name happens to come into too many of my daily conversations." Luke picked up all the files and stood up, towering over Sam. Not that Sam was intimidated in the slightest.

Sam just smiled at Luke. "I'm flattered that you are so interested in my life, Detective."

Luke laughed but it had no humor to it. "Not in the slightest, Swarek. If you don't mind I'm busy solving crimes and doing real police work."

Sam bit his tongue on the Sherlock joke he had in his mind. "You're in the office even more than usual, Homicide. Trouble in paradise?"

"Trouble with Andy? Why you so concerned, Sammy?" Luke questioned.

"Just looking out for my rookie. When she's got problems, she's distracted, which puts my ass on the line. Not that you would know anything about how a partnership works." Sam gave him fake reassurance.

"What makes you think Andy has problems?" Luke dropped his files on a desk nearby and crossed his arms.

Sam didn't answer he just looked Luke up and down at his wrinkled 2 day worn suit with the tie loosened, and his unshaved face paired with dark circles under his eyes. He smirked at Luke with a smile and chuckled.

"Listen Swarek, you wouldn't understand but if anyone's got problems it's me. And it happens to be standing in front of me. Why don't you go ask darling Andy why I have a problem with you." Luke smiled with fake sweetness, picked up his files and walked to his office, slamming the door shut and closing the blinds.

Sam walked out to his truck got in and started driving home. He kept thinking about what Luke has said to him about asking Andy why he had a problem with him. 'Screw it' Sam busted a U-Turn and went toward Andy and Homicide Luke's perfect home. 'Maybe not so perfect.'

He pulled into the driveway. Only one light was on in the living room. He sat and rethought whether he wanted to do this or not. After a couple of minutes he got out and walked to the front door that was slightly open. He pushed it open just a bit and he heard crying. It was dark with only one light so all he saw was a silhouette of Andy sitting on the couch clutching a pillow.

"Andy?" He said concerned. He pushed the door open and walked towards her.

Andy jumped a little at his voice and hid her face. "Sam what're you doing here?" She sniffled.

Sam hitched his thumb over his shoulder. "I ran into GQ at the barn, looking like hell. The door was open- Andy what's going on?"

This was it. He might as well find out now. Andy stood up and walked toward the wall and turned on the lights. She looked at Sam with her tear stained, bruise riddled face.

Sam took in a quick, deep breath. He rushed toward her, stopping just about a foot from her. "I'm going to kill him."

Andy's eyes widened. She started shaking her head. "Sam, please this isn't how I wanted you to find out please." She started crying again. Sam gently wrapped his arms around her and held her.

He pulled back and looked at her. "Pack your stuff, Andy. Get whatever you need, we're leaving."

Andy dropped her head. "Sam, I don't have anywhere to go. That's why this has been happening- God everything is so messed up- how did I get here- how am I expected to help other wom-"

Sam grabbed her face, not to hard to avoid hurting her. "Andy, slow down. One thing at a time. Pack up whatever you need, clothes, bags, anything else. Bring it down, we're gonna put it in my truck and I'm getting you out of here. You're coming to stay with me, don't even think for a second that you're gonna be able to argue with me."

Andy looked in his eyes and smiled. The biggest smile her face had shown in months. She nodded her head and ran upstairs.

Sam let out a huge breath and shook his head. 'I'm gonna kill him.'

They got all her things settled into Sam's guest bedroom. She had fallen asleep awhile ago. Sam grabbed his truck keys and snuck quietly out of the house.

He made his way to the barn. Luke wasn't there but he couldn't have made it back to his house yet, him and Andy had only left a little while ago. He got back in his truck and thought. 'The Penny'

He whipped his truck into a parking space and stalked toward the front door of the bar. He was a man on a mission. He swung the door open and it slammed on the wall. Everyone stopped to look at him.

Oliver spoke up as Sam walked in. "Sammy your back, I thought you went home a while ago man."

Sam didn't acknowledge the statement. "Where's Callaghan? Where the hell is that piece of shit? I'm gonna kill him."

Oliver and Jerry's eyes both bulged out of their heads. Jerry spoke up. "Sam, slow your roll man, what the hell happened?"

Sam continuously searched around for him. There he was sitting in the back of the bar with a couple detectives and badge bunnies. Sam pushed his way through some people and got closer. He tossed a chair that was in his line of movement and everyone stared as he grabbed Luke by the shirt and threw him on the ground.

"You think you're a man!? Huh! You think you can just push her around like that!?" He yelled as he jolted him around on the ground by his collar.

Oliver and Jerry had tried pulling him off but they faced that no one was coming in between Sam and Homicide Luke right now.

"What the hell, Swarek!? Can someone cuff him or something!? You call yourselves cops!" Luke tried prying Sam's hands off him. The detectives he was sitting with were too inebriated to come out of the shock of what was showing on.

Sam began shouting again, "Are you such a low life that you have to beat someone else down to make you feel better!? How do you feel now, Callaghan!?" Sam landed a punch to Luke's head.

Oliver and Jerry finally pulled Sam off and Luke just laid there holding his head. They were both breathing hard and the entire bar was silent. Sam looked around at everyone staring at them, some with shock, some with admiration. He looked at his two friends and let out a breath. He walked swiftly out of the bar and drove home.

Sam walked quietly upstairs to Andy's room and looked at her sleeping. She looked peaceful for the first time in a while. He would do everything in his power to make it stay like that. He shut the door slowly and quietly and made his way to his own bedroom. He climbed into bed and slept soundly knowing that Andy was safe in his house