A/N: this story has sadly come to an end :(

But I want to thank you all for the reviews and favorites - it really means a lot :)

[XIV]

Four months later Sam's bachelor pad has been converted into a home fit for a man, a woman and their dog. His otherwise darkened furniture has been spruced up with colorful pillows and blankets. His bookshelves now hold picture frames of their family and friends, and his coffee table, dining room table and so forth are coupled up with vases of flowers.

Andy doesn't want to change his style, but has been very adamant about incorporating her sense of style in Sam's, and if you ask her, she'd tell you that she thinks she's done a pretty damn good job of it.

They have certainly had their disagreements about where to put Andy's stuff or what to do about the ideas she's had when they've hit an impasse, but instead of scowling at each other, giving up or just plain walking out they've talked it through and found a compromise.

Sam has even gone with her to see Dr. Shute for her final consultation. He hadn't said anything, but just his presence in a room that had originally scared her shitless had made Andy see just far she's come, but also how far they've come.

Dr. Shute had complimented her on her progress, but also maintained that if she doesn't keep up her new way of thinking and acting then she'd be back where she'd started in the first place.

It hadn't been meant as a warning, but more as a word of advice.

Andy had clutched Sam's hand tightly during the session, and when he had squeezed it right back, she had known that that wouldn't happen.

They weren't the same people, they'd been when Andy had left town with Nick all of those months ago, and she doubted that those people would ever resurface.

Andy had never thought that the condo would've been sold in a matter of four months, but while her realtor had advertised in the local papers and on the Internet, Andy had put up flyers down at the station and in 'The Penny'.

Luckily enough Chloe had been on the look-out for a new place, and had found a roommate, so they were now living in Andy's old condo, and if the rumors were true then it wouldn't take long before Dov would become a permanent part of the rookie's life.

They have been moving the last of Andy's stuff into Sam's house today; Shaw has been helping out as well as a pseudo-mover.

Actually, he's spent more time out on the porch with a beer-in-hand, petting Boo's head than doing any actual acts of labor, but whatever.

It's the thought that counts, right?

"You happy?" Sam murmurs against her hairline, wrapping his arms around Andy's waist from behind.

Turning her head slightly towards the sound of his voice, she nudges Sam's nose with hers. Gives him a big smile before kissing him softly on the lips. "Deliriously," she hums against his lips.

"Good..," he whispers quietly. His hold around Andy's middle tightens, as the intensity of their kiss picks up. Removing one hand from around her stomach, Sam cups one cheek with his free hand turning her body into his.

Linking her arms around Sam's neck, Andy settles her body against Sam's hard one getting lost in the licks that he's applying her mouth with. It isn't until the sound of Boo's paws clicking across their hardwood floors reaches their ears that they realize they're not alone any longer.

"Hmm hmm..," Shaw fake-coughs with one hand covering his mouth.

"What..?" Sam grumbles against Andy's lips, having no intention of removing himself from her body.

"I can't talk to you like this, brother..," he tells an occupied Sam.

"Like what..?"

"Attached to McNally and all," Oliver says making Sam and Andy chuckle against each other's lips. "Come on, man!"

"Fine," Sam relents giving Andy's lips one last peck before turning around to face Shaw head-on. "What can we do for you, Ollie?" he asks wrapping his arms around Andy's shoulder from behind eying his friend over her head.

"You," Oliver points a finger in Sam's direction. "Can drive me home like you promised, so I don't get in trouble with the missus."

"Trouble in paradise?" Sam asks resting his chin on top of Andy's head.

"There will be if you don't remove yourself from..," he indicates Andy with his hands, but doesn't finish his sentence.

"A very beautiful woman, who has made sure that you've had all the beer and sandwiches that you could drink and eat today?" Sam asks quirking an eyebrow at Oliver.

"Yeah, whatever," he says dismissing Sam's quip at him with a wav e of his hand. "See you later, Bud," he tells Boo patting him on the head. Walking to where Sam and Andy are standing, he kisses her on the cheek before giving Sam a glare and heading outside to the silver truck.

"I guess I'll be right out then!" Sam yells after his friend's retreating back. "Unless," he says turning Andy around to face him. "You want me to stay?"

"Sam, it's been weeks!" she admonishes him growing tired of his caveman attitude.

A couple of weeks ago, she'd been running down a suspect with Collins in tow in the squad car. The suspect had however turned a corner, and rounding that very corner Andy had found herself trapped up against a brick wall with a monster of a suspect pinning her to it.

Collins had had her back – like always. But not before the guy had gotten a couple of punches in, which had resulted in two bruised ribs and subsequent desk duty.

Andy hadn't even thought of calling Sam, because she'd been coherent, the suspect had been caught and Nick had taken her to the hospital. But since he hadn't been there for her when it had happened, Sam had insisted on nursing her back to health.

Sam's version of nursing her back to health had consisted of him eying her every move, and subconsciously pissing her off because if there's one thing Andy can't handle then it's being micromanaged by Sam Swarek.

"I don't care," Sam speaks staccato vividly remembering the trepidation that had settled in his soul upon hearing the squad number that he'd known Andy had been working that day and then the words 'physical altercation'.

"Andy!" Sam yelled charging up the stairs to his bedroom that night after having met up with Collins in the driveway. The guy had proven to indeed be a good friend to Andy. He had called Sam the minute he'd taken her to his house, telling him that he'd stay there until Sam got there.

"Sam..?" her weak voice uttered from behind a veil of sleep. Sitting up in the middle of his bed, clearly wincing at the pain, clutching her abdomen, she looked at him with confusion in her brown pools.

It didn't take him many seconds before he was sitting on the bed next to Andy cupping her cheeks with his hands. "What happened?" he asked hoarsely.

"A couple of bruises..," Andy shrugged her shoulders as if a couple of bruised ribs were nothing at all.

"Bruises..?" Sam asked confused. "Where?" he added shaking his head attempting to get a hold of the information she was giving him.

She was hurt.

For the first time Sam noticed how Andy was still clutching her abdomen, and raising his eyes to hers, he begged her silently to lift that brown tank top of hers so he could take a look at her bruises.

Taking the hem of her tank in her hands, she felt a puff of air leave Sam's mouth, and didn't even need to look at him to know that he was clenching his jaw shut.

The bruises had slightly faded from the angry red welts that had been there at the scene to a slight bluish shadow darkening the skin on top of two of her ribs.

"It's not as bad as it looks..," Andy said, her gaze trained on Sam's dark eyes – undoubtedly thinking of pummeling the animal that had done this to her.

"Not..," unable to speak, Sam swallowed a lump in his throat before continuing. "Not as bad as it looks..? Jesus Christ Andy! It looks like you've been kicked in the stomach." He told her.

It killed her to see him hurt so much because of her, because of her stupidity in her momentary lack of judgment in that freaking alley.

Letting an index finger trail across her abrasions, Sam watched as Andy hitched in a breath when his finger had obviously touched a very painful area on her abdomen. "God! I'm sorry, Sweetheart," he crooned kicking himself for having hurt her.

"I'm okay..," Andy nodded her head needing to reassure him despite the fact that no matter how much pain medication she'd taken, her ribs were killing her.

Making her lie down on her back, Sam laid down in-between her legs; a position he usually only took whenever he went down on her. And Andy had a feeling that that wouldn't be happening today, tonight or any of the immediate days to come.

"What are you doing?" she asked with a raised brow when Sam used his elbows to carry the brunt of his weight when he hovered above her body.

"Nursing you back to health," he whispered against the skin of her stomach right before pressing his soft lips against the angry welts on her abdomen.

Combing her fingers through Sam's dark hair, Andy rested her head against the pillow, closing her eyes shut letting the softness of his lips lull her body into relaxation.

"I'm fine," Andy maintains placing her hands on her hipbones in a defiant pose.

"You always say that."

"Well," she replies. "I really mean it this time."

"Alright!" Sam relents holding his hands up in mock surrender. By now he knows when to leave something alone, and this is certainly one of those times. "I'll drive Oliver home, and you," he walks to Andy and gives her a soft kiss on the lips before taking a step back. "Will take it slow."

"Yes, Sir," she mocks him holding her right hand up in salute against the side of her head.

"Funny," Sam quips playfully smacking her lightly on the ass before walking to where Boo is still sitting eying the banter between them.

"Take care of her will you, Bud?" Sam pats Boo on the head before walking outside to where Oliver would probably be fuming.

Boo obediently walks to where Andy is standing, and sits down next to her before raising his head and looking up at her with his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

"Oh!" Andy concedes squatting down next to the dog. "You two are just too much."

Boo barks his agreement before letting her fingers in his fur calm him down, as only she can.

About thirty minutes later, Sam has texted her telling Andy that he'll probably be another thirty having decided to pop by the supermarket on his way home.

She's sitting on the couch going through the last box of her belongings. It's filled with memories of her and Sam. The most recent is in the top of the pile; a photograph that had been taken no more than a couple of weeks ago at 'The Penny'.

Sam had challenged her to a game of pool, and unable to let an opportunity to feel Sam's arms around her body slip away – Andy had taken him up on his offer.

"Hey, Swarek!" Andy yelled standing at the pool table at 'The Penny' holding a pool stick in one hand, the end of it resting on the floor. "You coming?" She added lifting her eyebrows, while sporting an infectious smile on her lips.

"I like it when you get bossy." Sam grinned walking towards her.

"That's not the only thing you like," Andy retorted making him laugh out loud at her blatant attempt in trying to seduce him.

If only she knew that it was useless – he was already madly in love with her, and had no intension of letting her get away again.

"Let's do this, eh?" Sam said with a wink.

He placed his beer on a nearby table before walking up to Andy. She turned around, leaning in over the table, sporting the pool stick in her hand. "Alright, the trick is," he started to explain with one arm securely positioned at her hipbone, while the other rested on top of Andy's on the pool stick. "To slide it across the table in one fluid motion. No sudden moves, no nervous ticks, just send it off, in one, smooth, motion," Sam murmured against her temple.

Closing her eyes, Andy felt how her panties were now practically dripping with need. It was amazing that even the sound of his voice could send her quivering core to the brink. She loved the feeling of his hands on her body, and Andy didn't know how long she could it up.

Sam wasn't looking at the table anymore; he was solely focused on Andy. His hips were tucked against her backside, his chest was molded into her back, his breathing was right against her cheek. She felt him, all over, but even in this hazy fog, in the bar, she wanted to show him just how great a student she was. 'The Alpine' had made it very clear that pool wasn't her sport; Traci's sure, but not hers.

But luckily there were plenty other things she'd easily get an A+ in.

"You're not helping." Andy hissed at him opening her eyes before redirecting her eyes to the pool table. The echoes of Sam's laughter resonated through the air in 'The Penny'.

"Sorry, let's do this," he apologized profusely with that grin of his never having left his lips. Andy took a deep breath before sending the cue ball on a journey towards the eight-ball rack, sending the balls practically flying in opposite directions on the table.

"Hmm, you satisfied?" Andy asked in a sultry tone of voice turning around in his arms with what little room she had to maneuver in.

"Not bad, McNally, not bad at all," Sam smirked into her brown pools. Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips, as a wicked grin appeared on her lips. Leaning in, placing his mouth at Andy's ear he whispered huskily "I'm one hell of a teacher."

Leaning back, Andy framed Sam's face with her hands before crashing their lips together. "So am I," she insisted wickedly.

Letting a finger slide across the glass frame, Andy takes in their positions on the photograph. They're standing behind the pool table. Sam is holding the pool stick in one hand, while the other is wrapped around Andy's waist.

But that isn't what's caught her attention.

It's the grins they're wearing on their lips. They're happy, content and together.

Three things Andy had never imagined they'd be again upon having returned from the taskforce. And for once she's glad she'd been wrong.

"Chick flick or action?" Sam asks holding up a DVD in each hand – showing his clear disdain for the chick flick in his left hand with the scowl on his face.

"That one," Andy points to his left hand making him huff out a breath exasperatedly.

"Come on, McNally!" he all but whines drawing out the syllables in her name, as only Sam can.

"What?" she asks shrugging her shoulders. "It's been ages since we last saw a romantic comedy, Sam. We see violence daily." She points out.

"But it's the new one," he tries to pitch the action movie to her. "It's even with what's-his-face..," Sam brings the movie of his choice in front of his eyes to read who's starring in it.

"Channing Tatum," Andy offers up sitting on the couch cross-legged enjoying the view.

"Right!" he snaps his fingers at her making Boo sit up in alert next to the couch thinking he's up for an additional walk today. "No..," Sam tells the dog snapping his fingers again making him lie back down.

He has amazing control over Boo, Andy does too, but Sam has really made the dog his own and she loves watching them run off every morning for their morning jog. She'd join them if it weren't for the fact that Sam is adamant that she not exert herself in that way yet.

He's a mother hen, seriously.

"So..," Sam asks moving the desired DVD case in front of her face.

"Fine!" she relents figuring that she'll be dealing with a moping Sam if she doesn't give in – just this once.

Andy enjoys the show though when he squats down in front of the plasma screen to pop the DVD into the DVD player standing underneath the TV.

Sam's ass is truly one of his greatest features. Sure, there's his strong jaw, soft lips and scruffy cheeks when he decides not to shave. But his delectable ass is truly a wonder on its own.

Cocking her head to the side, Andy takes in the full package and it's not a letdown. She fully remembers the last time they watched a movie together – it had actually been a romantic comedy.

Although they hadn't really watched it.

They'd been otherwise occupied.

Sam's hand was groping her left thigh, molding it as his hips bucked against Andy giving her the friction that she had begged him for.

"Oh God, Sam..," she whined turning her head towards the back of the couch, burying her head in the pillow it was resting on.

"Jesus, you feel good..," he groaned licking his way from her collarbone and to her throat, giving the sensitive skin underneath her ear a little nibble or two.

Moving her hands down to where the hemline of Sam's blue tee shirt was, Andy began furiously yanking on it. "Take this off," she panted furiously.

"Alright," he smirked at her before sitting up on his knees. Grabbing the back of his shirt in his hands, Sam hurriedly got it off before throwing it onto the floor. "Happy?" he asks rubbing his hands up and down Andy's denim-clad legs.

"Very," she bit into her lower lip enjoying the sculpted chest she now had a front view to.

With their gazes locked, Sam leaned in and began to unbutton her jeans before lowering the zipper. Andy lifted her hips when she felt his fingers inside the waistband of her pants, and flung off her tank top, while Sam threw her jeans onto the floor to join his tee shirt.

"You're gorgeous," he growled crawling up her body on his hands and knees – careful not to crush her. "Everywhere," Sam panted letting his index finger run along the waistband of Andy's lacey black boy shorts.

Not averting his eyes from Andy's, he slipped a finger inside her boy shorts, and they both gasped when he found her core wet and throbbing.

"Sam!" she yelped just when Sam slid a finger into the wetness.

"Good?" Sam asked pressing his forehead against Andy's moving that skilled finger forward and backwards in a fluent motion.

"Perfect! Oooh!" she gasped right before Sam thrust his tongue into her opened mouth swallowing her cries with his mouth.

"That was..," Sam pants lying on his back on the couch with Andy nestled on top of him coating his body with a blanket wrapped around their naked forms.

"Mmm..," she acquiesces nodding her head against Sam's warm chest.

"I love movie night," he quips earning him a firm slap on the arm.

"You always know how to ruin a moment," Andy grumbles settling her head underneath his chin.

Running his hands up and down her naked back Sam chuckles lightly before pressing a kiss against Andy's hair. "Sorry."

"I forgive you," she giggles.

"That's good."

"Oh good lord," Andy says seemingly out of the blue.

"What?" Sam asks curiously.

"I think we've scarred him for life," she says pointing to Boo's sleeping frame. The dog had apparently moved from his spot next to the couch and to his basket by the farthest wall during their passionate haze.

Sam follows her gaze and chuckles at the sight of Boo lying on his back with his paws tilted downwards, while his upper body is slightly turned away from them.

"He better get used to it."

"I needed this, thanks." Andy says.

He's barely touched her since her altercation with that scum in the back alley. Sam's touch means everything to Andy, and having had to live without his intimate touches has been beyond hard.

"You're welcome," he quips making them both laugh. "Seriously though," Sam amends his previous words. "I'll always want you, Andy. I may hang on a little too tight, but it's only because I love you so much."

Propping herself up on his chest, her eyes take in the honesty of his love that's shining back at her. "I love you too. Always have, always will."

Smiling hesitantly at her, Sam frames her face with his hands before bringing her lips down on his in a soft but promising kiss.

Pulling their lips apart slowly, he asks the one question that seems to have become their mantra of some sort. "No going back?"

"No going back."

FIN!