Hey guys! Well, here it is, the last chapter! Hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Thank-you for all your amazing reviews, I never expected to get over 100. Hope the ending satisfies you, and I hope to write more in the future. So, here it is...
The dim glow of the morning sunrise shined through the thin curtains as Sam opened his eyes. He looked around the room, confused. This isn't my bed, this isn't my apartment. He felt a heavy form lying beside him, and turned to see Andy curled under his arm, her head on his shoulder. All the memories of the previous night flooded back to him, bringing a smile to his face. That was some night. He looked down at Andy, peaceful in slumber, and tucked the stray hairs that had fallen across her face back behind her ear, his hand lingering on her cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He heard Andy sigh contently, snuggling deeper into his embrace. He turned to see the time flashing on the digital alarm clock sitting on the bedside table - 6.02am. He sighed; he knew they had to get up soon. Andy's shift started at eight, and he had a meeting with Frank to finalize his transfer back to the 15th before he started his. But, Andy looked so adorable, he didn't have the heart to wake her just let. So, he shuffled up the bed slightly, careful not to wake her, and leaned back against the headboard, content to just watch her sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, when he knew he could put it off no longer, he gently leaned down and whispered, "Andy? Sweetheart, wake up." He saw her stir, her eyes openly slowly. Her hand came up to gently press his nose. He chuckled, swatting her hand away. "What are you doing, babe?"
"Looking for the snooze button," she said groggily. Sam laughed. "What time is it anyway?"
"Around 6.15. I have to be at the station in an hour and a half for a meeting with Frank, and you start at 8, right?" Andy groaned; Sam was right, they had to get up now to stand a chance of being on time.
"Fine," Andy pouted, as she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "You wanna shower first, and I'll scrub up some breakfast?" Sam looked at her in disbelief. Breakfast?
"You actually eat breakfast? The amount of times you're late to parade, I didn't peg you for a morning person." Andy laughed at his surprised expression.
"Trust me, I'm not. But, you know as well as I do, that we never know when we'll get to eat when on the road, so I always try to make sure I start with something in my stomach besides coffee."
"Beautiful and smart - a deadly combination," Sam crooned. Andy blushed, and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He eagerly responded, pulling her close as he deepened the kiss. However, she pulled away before they could end up back in bed. She playfully pushed him away, watching his naked form walking towards the bathroom, enjoying the view. Just before he entered, Sam turned back, smirking at her. "You know, this would go a lot faster if you joined me." Andy matched his smirk. "It would save water too," he tried, but Andy just laughed and shook her head.
"As tempting as that sounds, that would definitely make us late." Andy climbed out of bed, pulling on her panties and Sam's T-shirt, inhaling his intoxicating scent, and sauntered off into the kitchen, swaying her hips a little more than usual because she knew Sam was watching.
"That woman's gonna be the death of me," Sam muttered, before heading into the shower.
Sam came into the kitchen, freshly showered, clad in only a towel, and sneaked up behind Andy, who was cooking bacon and eggs, and snaked his hands around her waist. She jumped with surprise, but then leaned into him as he attacked her neck, moaning as he sucked on her pulse point behind her ear. Andy hear sizzling coming from the pan, indicating that the food was done, so she pushed him away as she finished off the breakfast, scooping the bacon and eggs onto two plates. Sam picks up the plates, and they took their seats at the breakfast bar. Sam took a bite of his food, and moaned at the taste.
"And she can cook," he said, the words muffled by a mouthful of eggs. Andy scoffed, as she took a bite of her food. "You, my dear, are the perfect woman."
"Hardly. Besides, it's just breakfast, I'm no connoisseur."
"You're still perfect to me," Sam said, smiling when he saw her face turn pink. He kissed her cheek, as her mouth was still full. They finished up their breakfast, and Andy chucked the dishes in the sink to wash up later. She looked up at the clock.
"You better get dressed, or we'll never make it to your place before getting to the station."
"Why are we going to my place?"
"Well, I'd assume you'd wanna change, unless you wanna show up at the station in the same clothes as you wore yesterday."
"Ok, first, I've been undercover for six weeks, so they don't know what I was wearing yesterday; secondly, I'll be changing into my uniform anyway and, finally, no-one is going to care, they all know about us now anyway. But, no that you mention it, I would like to just swing by and get a few things, check the place is still in one piece."
"You haven't been back yet?"
"Nah, I came straight here after my debriefing with Boyd." Andy raised an eyebrow. "I wanted to see you," Sam shrugged. He headed into the bedroom to change, but turned back after realizing something. "You're wearing my shirt." Andy looked down, saw that he was right, and blushed, before following him into the bedroom to pick up her clothes. After fifteen minutes, they were both ready to leave. They walked out, Andy securely locking the door behind her, and headed down to Sam's truck. They swung by Sam's place, before heading to the station.
Andy and Sam strolled, hand-in-hand into the precinct; no longer needing to hide their relationship. "Hey Sammy-boy!" Oliver called, heading over to the couple. "Good to see you back in uniform. Now, I don't have to put up with this one whining about you all day." Andy hit him playfully on the chest, and Sam chuckled. Good to know she missed me. Everyone came over to congratulate Sam on a successful operation, clapping him on the back or sharing brief man-hugs. A small crowd had formed around them, which parted when Luke approached. Oh great, look who's here to cause trouble. Andy swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. Luke walked straight up to Sam, and he flinched, expecting a punch, but instead Luke just held his hand out, for a handshake. Sam took it tentatively, confused at this sudden turn around.
"It's good to have you back, Sam. You were missed around here," Luke said, no hint of sarcasm in his voice; only sincerity. Luke had done a lot of soul searching whilst Sam was under, and had come to accept that him and Andy were not meant to be, and decided to be happy for her and Sam, to call a truce. "Take good care of her, Swarek, or you'll have me to answer to." Luke left, heading back to his office, leaving everybody a little stunned. The silence was broken by Frank.
"Alright, guys, party's over. You two ready to get to work?" Everyone dispersed. Sam left with Frank and Andy went into the locker room to change. Just another day on the job.