Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters. I'm just having a little harmless fun!
Author's note: Soooooo… second Rookie Blue fanfic. I still don't know exactly where I'm going with this, but I've had this idea playing in my head for a little while… so here goes nothing!
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"McNally!" A familiar voice called from across the large room. Andy didn't have to look up to know that Sam Swarek had that dimpled grin splattered across his face as he quickly ran up to her. She smiled as she pushed the door open to walk out of the station, knowing he'd follow her outside.
"Haven't you had enough of me yet?" She teased him, squinting her eyes at the setting sun.
Sam chuckled and shrugged his shoulders, walking beside her. "I think it's the masochist in me." He teased her back, giving her a small wink. Pleased at the slight blush that crept on her cheeks, he cleared his throat, going straight to the point. "You going to the Penny?"
She wrinkled her nose and gave him a small disappointed pout. "Actually, I'm waiting for Traci. We're going to her place. We've had this evening planned since like, forever. I can't back out now."
"Oh! Girls night?" he asked her, trying to hide his disappointment.
"Yeah!" She grinned. "Girls need to stick together!"
Sam nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, girl on girl action." He drawled out, giving her a cheeky smile. "Sounds fun!"
Fighting the urge to slap the back of his head, Andy decided not to give into temptation and simply rolled her eyes at him. "Men." She mumbled, shaking her head at him.
Her partner chuckled and gave her a small nudge. "I take it I'm not invited?"
She laughed. "Now that I know what you THINK happens on a girls' night, no." She raised her eyebrows and gave him a knowing look. "Plus, I'm SURE you don't REALLY want to spend an entire evening with two half-drunk giggling women."
He shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? We could talk about boys and braid each other's hair."
The brunette laughed, shaking her head. "That would be a sight to see!" She suddenly stopped walking and raised her hand up to stop him. "And, F.Y.I., we don't talk about men." Sam titled his head and gave her a crocked smile, making her roll her eyes again. "Alright, we don't spend ALL of our time talking about men." She admitted.
"You talk about me?" he asked her, showing off his cute dimples.
Andy snorted very unfemininely and shook her head. "Sorry, partner, but that's confidential."
Sam didn't need an answer though; the blush covering the woman's cheeks was a dead giveaway. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, he decided not to push the question.
They both stayed quiet for a few seconds, until Andy pointed behind her, giving him a small awkward smile. "I'm gonna get going. Traci's waiting."
Sam shoved his hands in his jeans pockets and nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah, so… I guess I'll see you tomorrow."
Andy nodded her head and started walking backwards. "Have a nice evening!" She called, waving one last time before disappearing around the building.
Sam let out a long sigh, contemplating his evening. He'd kind of taken for granted that Andy was going to be at the Penny tonight. They'd started spending more time together after work. Most of the time, they'd go straight to the Penny after their shift was over. They'd take turn buying each other a couple of drinks, until the others came in. She'd then either joined her friends at their usual rookie table, or stayed with him at the bar.
He had to admit it, he really enjoyed her company. Once the uniforms were off, their almost perfect partnership turned into a comfortable friendship. He loved watching her loosen up. She smiled more, laughed more. Her face was extremely expressive, and there was nothing he liked more than seeing her whole face light up as she talked about old memories. Well, THAT and hearing her laugh at something he said.
But he wouldn't have the chance to see that smile tonight. He decided to head to the bar for a few hours anyway, knowing he'd still have a good time with his friends and coworkers.
It was getting fairly late when Sam's cell phone started vibrating in his pocket. Frowning, he pulled it out and glanced at the screen to see who could be calling him this late. 'Andy?' he thought, wondering why she'd want to speak to him at nearly midnight.
He flipped the phone open and made a bee line for the exit door. "Yeah?" He cringed and drew the phone away as a loud unfeminine laugh exploded into his ear. "Andy?"
"Sam? Is that you?"
That voice didn't belong to his partner. "Nash?"
"Yeah! How did you know?" She answered, sounding confused.
Sam frowned. She was completely wasted. "Why are you calling me with McNally's phone?"
She snorted. "I don't know what your number is. Hey, did you know you're number one on her speed dial?"
Sam rolled his eyes. "Is there something you need, Nash?" he asked her, not in the mood to start a conversation with her, especially in that state.
"Andy needs you."
"She…" she giggled. "She drank waaaaaay too much. And she's sleepy."
"So? Let her sleep!"
"NO!" She nearly shouted into his ear, making him cringe. "I mean… she doesn't want to stay here." She snorted. "I'd drive her, but I obviously can't."
"Ever heard of cabs, Nash?"
"Oh!" That sent her into another round of drunken giggles. "I guess I forgot! I'll call a cab, then!"
"NO!" He let out a long breath. "No… it's fine. I'll get her."
"You're such a great man, Sam Swarek. You're like… Ghandi. Or Sean Connery."
"Sure." He didn't really enjoy being compared to an eighty-year-old man. "I'll be there in 10 minutes." He shut the phone, not giving her the chance to say anything else. He shoved the phone back in his pocket and grabbed his keys, before quickly making his way to his truck.
Just as promised, Sam parked in front of Nash's place ten minutes later. He wondered what he'd stumble on. He HAD asked Andy if he was invited. He'd seen drunk Andy a couple of times, but it had always been at the Penny. She was usually very VERY happy, but that was it. She always made sure to stay in control.
Sam climbed the stairs and knocked on the door. Not getting any answer, he tried the door knob and found it unlocked, so he decided to go for it and let himself in. The first thing he noticed was the sound of the television blaring in the living room. He looked around trying to spot the girls, until he noticed a pair of feet sticking out from the end of the couch. He grinned and looked over the back of the couch, only to find that the owner of these feet was none other than Andy, who seemed completely passed out, her hair covering her face.
Wondering where Nash was, he decided to make sure she was alright before taking Andy back to her place. He found her on her bed, sprawled on top of the covers. Not wanting to leave her like this, he went to the bathroom and filled a glass of water. Grabbing a couple aspirins from her cabinet, he walked back into her room and left it on the night stand. Satisfied, he made his way back into the living room, turning off the lights as he went.
The room was a complete mess. There were wine glasses, shot glasses and potato chips a little everywhere. The coffee table was covered with salt and a few dozen lemon peels. He picked up a nearly empty bottle of tequila and wondered if it had been full when the girls had started drinking.
Sighing, he put the bottle back on the table and turned off the television before turning his attention back on the sleeping woman lying on the couch. "You better not throw up in my truck, Andy." he mumbled, before crouching down to her level. He took her shoulder and shook her a little. "Andy?"
The brunette frowned, but didn't wake up. Pinching his lips together, he pushed her hair away from her face with gentle fingers and then shook her a little more vigorously, getting a long moan in reward. "Andy?" he asked louder this time.
"Nooooo." she whined, making him grin.
"Come on, I'm taking you home." he told her, standing up as she clumsily tried to push herself to sit on the couch.
She frowned and pouted childishly, her whole body tilted in an odd angle as she looked around the room. "Where's Traci?" she slurred.
Sam pointed towards the hallway. "She's sleeping. Which is what you should be doing right now." he added. "Why didn't you want to sleep here?"
"I can't sleep when I'm not in my own bed." She mumbled, raising her hands up to try and straighten her hair.
"Oh really? Weren't you sleeping like, a few seconds ago?"
"No!" She answered, almost sounding insulted. "I was… meditating."
"Meditating! Is that your new hobby? Wow, I've got so much more to learn about you." He chuckled.
Andy frowned and stood up from the couch, but apparently too quickly for her fragile balance. Sam's hands shot to her waist as he steadied her, keeping her from falling back on the couch. "Woah there. Are you okay to walk or do I have to carry you?"
She puffed at him and nodded her head vigorously, finding him ridiculous. "Of course I can walk! Let's go!" She moved out of his hold and started padding towards the door, only to turn around and march towards the hallway. "I've got to kiss Traci good night first."
Sam quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm, stopping her from barging into Traci's bedroom. "No, you don't."
"Of course I do! She's my best friend!" she told him as if it were the most important thing in the world. "She needs me."
Sam forced a large smile to his lips. "You know what? I already tucked her in and kissed her good night myself." he lied.
"Did you make her a sandwich? She said she was hungry." She asked him, looking completely serious.
Sam raised his eyebrows, slightly taken by surprise. "Aaaah…" He gave her a wide grin and nodded his head slowly. "Yep. Ham and cheese. She loved it."
She tilted her head and gave him a crooked smile. "Really? You're so cute!" She turned around and starting heading towards the exit again. "Did you drive your truck?"
"Of course I drove my truck, I don't have another car." He followed her, picking up the pace as she opened the door and walked right out. He grabbed her purse from the kitchen table, made sure her house keys were inside and followed her outside.
"Can I drive it?" She nearly shouted into the silent street, making him wince. She was already making her way around the car for the driver's seat.
He half ran to her and took her hand. "Oh, I don't think so, not tonight." He told her, pulling her to the passenger's side.
Andy threw her head back and let out a huge groan. "Are you gonna let me drive it EVER?" She whined, sounding more and more like a spoiled teenager.
He chuckled as he opened the door and helped her climb on the seat. "You've driven my truck before." He reminded her, as he helped her buckle her seat belt.
She snorted drunkenly and shook her head. "No, I haven't."
Sam rolled his eyes at her and shut the door before going to the driver's side. "Yes, you have." He told her as he sat behind the wheel. He started the car and gave a weary look. He really didn't want her to get sick. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She looked at him, her brow in a serious frown. "Do you have Tic Tacs?"
That wasn't AT ALL the answer he'd been looking for, but it seemed he wouldn't be able to get anything comprehensible from her. 'She's gonna feel like crap tomorrow morning.' he thought, sighing. "No, I don't have Tic Tacs. But there's gum in the glove compartment if you'd like."
The ten-minute drive to Andy's apartment building was filled with slurry chatter, mixed with a healthy dose of giggling and Sam's unsuccessful attempts to keep her from playing with everything within her reach. Did he find it amusing? A little. Did it get on his nerves? Definitely. But as annoying as she was, he was glad she wasn't a sad whiny drunk. He had no idea how he would've dealt with weepy Andy.
He parked in front of her building and quickly went over to her side to help her climb out of his truck. Holding her up with one arm and carrying her purse with the other, he guided her up to her apartment, asking her to keep her voice down all the way to her door. Letting her lean back against the opposite wall, he went to work on finding the right key.
Just as he was finally getting the door opened, he felt two hands circle his waist from behind. "What…" he gasped as warm lips attacked his neck, making him groan. "Andy… what are you doing?"
She moaned against his skin, letting her hands travel leisurely down his hard stomach to his belt buckle.
This was a bad idea.
Pulling away from her adventurous hands, he turned around and grabbed her elbow, dragging her inside her apartment. "Andy, baby, you need to sleep this off." He told her, shutting the door behind her. As much as there was nothing more enjoyable than the feeling of her soft lips on his skin, he didn't want her to do anything she'd regret in the morning.
She gave him a small pout, raising her free hand to caress his chest again. "But I feel fine, Sam."
He gulped as a shiver ran down his spine. "Trust me, you won't feel fine tomorrow." He took hold of her hand and started pulling her towards her bed. "Come on, I'm taking you to bed." GOD he wished he could tell her these exact same words, but for a totally different reason.
Sam was obviously not ready for what happened next. Just as he was walking by the couch, he felt Andy push him down on it, effectively forcing him to lie on his back. Without a second of hesitation, she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and crushing her lips to his.
For a few seconds, Sam let himself get lost into the kiss, groaning as Andy pushed her tongue in his mouth to dance with his. Her body felt incredible as she squirmed and grounded her hips against his groin, rubbing herself on his quickly growing need.
He could feel his control getting weaker and weaker. She was intoxicating. Needing to breathe, he tore his mouth away from hers. The much needed oxygen filled his lungs and helped clear up some of the fog that had filled his brain. "Andy, we can't do this." He told her, breathing heavily.
Her eyes were glossy and her lips swollen from their passionate kissing. She grounded her hips against him, giving him a sexy smile. "I think we can."
Sam hissed and closed his eyes, trying to stop her from moving. "Andy." His groan was muffled as her mouth covered his again.
"I want you." She moaned against his lips, making him nearly lose his mind with need.
How could something bad feel so good?
She kissed her way down his throat, stopping to bite and lick at the skin of his neck. "'Hmm I need you, Luke."
He froze. 'WHAT?' Taking hold of her shoulders, he pushed her away from him and quickly slid from under her body. Furious, he completely ignored her, not trusting what would come out of his mouth. Without another word, he stormed out of the apartment, leaving Andy by herself.
So? What do you think? Is it a good start?
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