What happens when someone from Sam's past tracks him down? What will it mean for Sam and Andy?

This takes place sometime after season 2, but not too far into the future, and Sam and Andy are happily together. Reviews are wonderful, so please let me know what you think! Thanks for reading!

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Surviving Revenge - Chapter 1

Andy waved goodbye to Traci as she drove away, and turned around to open the door to Sam's apartment. Sam was over at Jerry's for poker night and Andy was supposed to have a girl's night with Traci, but all she wanted to do after shift was crawl into bed thanks to the stupid cold making its way through everyone at the station. She hoped one more good night's sleep would get rid of it.

"Ugh, I just wish I could breath," Andy muttered to herself as she locked the door and flipped on the lights.

She was technically still staying with Traci, but ended up spending most of her time at Sam's even though they hadn't officially moved in together. She lost the first condo she wanted after everything happened with Brennan and she kept finding excuses not to go condo shopping again – she was too busy, too tired, had to work, didn't have anyone to go with. Even if she wouldn't willingly admit it, deep down she knew the reason she avoided finding a new condo was because she enjoyed coming home with Sam and spending so much time with him outside of work. But to officially move in together was a big step and she wasn't sure if she was ready for that yet. She trusted Sam with her life, but having her heart broken so many times she wasn't sure if she could fully trust him with her heart. Truthfully, she was scared.

Andy looked around the living room as she kicked off her shoes and took of her coat, leaving both near the door. She suddenly felt uneasy and regretted not asking Traci to come in, and telling Sam 'no' when he offered to skip poker night and come straight home with her. She shrugged off the feeling and went into the kitchen to make herself some soup.

While she waited for it to heat up, she heard her phone beep and saw she had a text from Sam. Make sure to eat something before going to bed. Call me if you need anything. xoxo

Andy smiled at how much he cared, and quickly wrote back, I am, just made soup. Have fun, don't worry about me. xoxo

She stuffed her phone back into her pocket and took the soup into the living room so she could curl up on the couch and watch some TV. Andy started to doze off after finishing the soup and decided it was time for bed.

She placed her bowl in the sink and went to change into her pajama pants and one of Sam's black t-shirts before taking some cold meds and collapsing into bed. She snuggled into his shirt, hoping it would comfort her uneasy feelings, like he was with her and wrapping his arms around her. With thoughts of Sam dancing through her head, she fell into a deep sleep.

Andy woke up a few hours later, and although she was a bit disoriented from the cold meds, she swore she heard footsteps in the living room. Sitting up she called out, "Sam? Sam, is that you?"

When there was no response, she began to get out of bed. "Hello, is someone there?"

Now nervous, Andy grabbed a key from a small box on Sam's dresser. Opening a drawer on the nightstand, she unlocked Sam's lockbox and grabbed the gun he kept there. There was enough moonlight shining through the windows so Andy could easily see her surroundings as she padded to the doorway.

Looking down the hallway toward the living room, she called out one more time. "Hello? I'm a cop and I'm armed, so if someone's there, show yourself now!"

Not getting a response, she walked into the hallway with her gun raised, deciding to head away from the living room to check the bathroom and laundry room first. Finding them empty, she slowly walked toward the living room. At first glance, she could tell the room was empty, but still walked around it before checking the sliding door that led to the back porch. Continuing her way through the apartment, she headed into the kitchen. Finding that empty as well, she let out a breath of air she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. With a brief thought that she must be going crazy, Andy walked toward the front door on the way back to the bedroom. She stopped, taking a closer look at the door and realized it was unlocked. I'm sure I locked that when I came home, she thought nervously. Opening the door carefully, she half expected to see someone on the stoop, but it was empty along with the sidewalk.

She closed the door and locked it before running back to the bedroom to grab her phone from the nightstand. Pressing number two on her speed dial, Andy waited for Sam to pick up.

"Need me to pick something up on the way home?" he asked. She could hear Jerry cursing in the background and Sam's muffled laugh, and assumed her boyfriend just took more of Jerry's money. Stifling a laugh of her own, Andy reminded herself why she was calling.

"Uh, no. Look, the cold meds might be making me crazy, but, uh, I woke up and thought I heard you come home and –"

"What? Is there someone in the apartment? Get out of there!" Sam cut her off.

"No, Sam, I cleared the place. There's no one here. That's why I thought I might be going crazy," Andy paused before continuing, knowing Sam was going to freak out again. "But the front door was unlocked and I know I was careful to lock it when I got home."

Sam had already gotten up from the poker table and was grabbing his coat and keys when he responded. "Call Oliver, he's working tonight. Have him check things out. I'm on my way."

Andy agreed and called Oliver, telling him how someone might have broken into Sam's apartment. As she waited for him to arrive, she pocketed her phone and kept a firm hold on the gun. She walked around the apartment a bit before leaning her back against the front door. From this angle she had a full view of the living room and somehow that comforted her.

She looked around the room, at the chocolate-colored couch and matching chairs, the large television nestled between two bookcases, Sam's extensive book and DVD collections, a small desk tucked in the corner and the fireplace she'd fallen in love with. She felt at home here, and not only because her things were now scattered amongst his. Magazines she had yet to read were stacked on his coffee table, a stack of her books and DVDs sat in front of his, a collection of her shoes were piling up near the door and her favorite throw hung over the back of his couch. No, it wasn't her 'stuff' that made her feel at home, it was that Sam made her feel safe. They fit into each other's lives seamlessly, like the universe had a plan for them. She had never felt this comfortable with someone, but love – specifically loving Sam – scared her after all she'd been through.

Andy jumped when there was a knock at the door a few minutes later, but calmed when she saw it was Oliver. Opening the door, she said, "Thanks for coming."

"No problem, McNally. Let's have a look around," Oliver said as he entered the apartment. It was then that Andy realized someone was behind him.

"Dov? What are you doing here?" she asked surprised. They usually worked the same shifts.

"I swapped shifts so I can go to a concert with Sue next week," Dov answered, walking into the apartment and giving Andy a hug.

"Well, I'm glad it's you two responding because if this turns out to be nothing I'd be mortified I wasted anyone's time," Andy said slightly blushing. She was beginning to second-guess herself on whether or not she locked the door.

"If you thought you heard something, you probably did," Dov reassured her.

With Oliver and Dov listening, Andy told them the events of the evening that made her suspect someone might have been in the house. Just as she was finishing, Sam came rushing through the door, calling out to Andy, "Are you ok?" He grabbed her shoulders giving her a once over to make sure she was alright, either not hearing or ignoring her when she said she was fine.

"Why don't you two check to see if anything is missing," Oliver said to Sam and Andy before turning toward Dov. "I'm going to check out the front door to see if it was forced open. Epstein, you check out the sliding door in the back."

Sam glanced down and saw Andy was holding his gun. He smiled, thankful she felt comfortable enough to go into his lockbox to protect herself. "I'm glad I told you where I keep the key for that," Sam said, pointing to his gun.

"Me too," she said, returning the smile.

Sam glanced around the room and quickly noticed something was off with one of the pictures on his bookcase. "Andy, did you take the photo out of this frame?" he asked, walking over to look at it more closely.

Andy looked to see what Sam was talking about. "No, I love that photo of us."

Oliver heard the conversation and joined the couple in front of the bookcase. "What was the photo of?" he asked.

"It was Sam and I at Traci's Halloween party," she answered. "We were laughing since Traci insisted on taking a photo of us because we got lazy and wore our uniforms as our costumes."

With gloves on, Oliver picked up the frame and placed it in an evidence bag. "We can see if there are any fingerprints on it. It's all we have to go on right now. I'd bet whoever it was just picked the lock on the front door, but I can't find any obvious signs someone broke in," he said, wishing he found something that could be more helpful.

"Thanks Ollie," Sam said, slapping his friend on the back.

Once Oliver and Dov left, Sam made sure all the doors and windows were locked before heading to find Andy in the bedroom. She sensed him enter the room as she was locking his gun back up.

"So, were you taking all of Jerry's money again when I called?" she asked smiling.

"Of course, got half of last week's paycheck. He's really terrible when it comes to poker," he said, displaying all his dimples with a smile.

She laughed and sat on the bed before speaking again. "Taking a photo of us, that's just weird, right?" She shivered at the thought someone would break in just to take a photograph.

Sam nodded in agreement. "There were a lot more valuable things the person could have taken," he said, worried about who broke in and why. The ringing of his phone stopped him from saying anything else on the subject. "Hey Jerry, what's up?"

"Just checking on you and McNally. Everything okay?" Jerry asked. Sam filled him in on what happened and his friend told him he would help out however he could. "When I get in tomorrow I'll make sure the frame is rushed through forensics so we can see if there are any fingerprints," he said.

"Thanks Jer, that would be great," Sam said before hanging up.

Sam glanced over at Andy, who was already tucked under the covers and yawning. He removed his jeans and shirt and laid down next to her, putting his arm around her as she rolled over and placed her head on his chest. "Glad you trusted your instincts to call me. Will figure out who was here and why," he said.

"I know," she said sleepily.

Sam pulled her close and rubbed circles on her back. He waited until her breathing slowed and he was sure she was asleep before allowing himself to drift off. He couldn't help but think about all the criminals he had locked up over the years and nightmares of revenge filled his head throughout the night.

In a dark room, lit only by a single flickering light bulb, a man looked at the photo he held and rubbed his thumb over the faces. "It seems our Officer Swarek is quite cozy with this…" He paused to read the name on her uniform. "…Officer McNally."

"Sorry I couldn't get anything else boss, but I didn't realize the woman was there when I broke in."

A smile formed on the man's lips. "Don't worry James. This is wonderful new information, almost as good as locating the apartment. Good work."

James was relieved. He thought he'd have a bullet in his head by now for failing his primary mission, but his boss seemed to have new ideas on how to punish the cop.