AN- this is my very first fan fiction, having spent a long time reading and enjoying your stories I have taken the courage to submit something that has been in my head for some time. This story is a little different (I think) and is based on episode 11, 12 & 13 of season 2. I think I have probably watched them far too many times now as I am able to quote most of it word by word! I was struck by something Andy said when her and Sam were having their 'pillow talk' in episode 11 and this is the stem of my story. It started off as a one shot but it changed and grew into something different, so it is now in 3 parts, which I will upload if the first part goes well. Please review- the more constructive the better. Enjoy!

'No I do not own Rookie Blue, but I would give Diaz a kiss or two!'

God's Good Grace

'Do you think the universe has a plan for us?' Andy asked dreamily. Her far away look and almost sad smile peaked Sam's attention. He himself was in another place too, but not one to believe in such things, laughed at her mockingly. His warm brown eyes staring at her intensely.

'Oh Yeah,' he chuckled sarcastically, 'It was undoubtedly fate that brought you into that bar tonight.' They both smiled. He continued caressing her back, causing Andy to sigh quietly, and pull her naked body closer to his.

'Ok, I might remember you saying something about it, but I didn't know you were going to be there.' Sam raised an eyebrow questionably. 'I didn't!' she said again, trying to control her laughter. The two star-crossed lovers, stayed that way for some time, talking and joking, at times falling into a comfortable silence. Both lost in their own private thoughts. Neither wanting the night to end, but both knowing that it soon would. The irony of the situation was that if they had spoken and told each other how they felt much sooner, they could be as they were, just not as they were. Not in an undercover apartment, not being held to ransom by her wrist watch, and not scared of being caught.

The universe did have a plan for them, which was written a long time ago. Regrettably, that plan had been redrafted several times since, and this was the final version. It had to have a conclusion for Andy and Sam, good or bad. Their patience was being tested, as well as their ingenuity in continually setting the two of them back on the right path. They had tried and failed so many times already, whispering over and over again: Tell him, Tell her, Talk to each other, but to no avail. Tonight wasn't actually part of the final version, he was have supposed to have picked up her call the night he went undercover, listened to her message and the rest as they say is history. But with all things there are opposites, a negative to the positive and the negative was just one step ahead of the universe that night. The negative had a plan of destruction, but so did the universe, and they were ready to counter attack.

God's Good Grace. How appropriate they thought. It was through his grace that Sam and Andy were there. Together. Finally. Her part in this story had shifted drastically, having now been promoted as the catalyst. She had no idea that this was her new designated role, and she had no idea how she ended up at the Alpine Inn that night. It was the truth when she said she hadn't expected to see him there. She just had a strong feeling and trusted her gut. People give this feeling many names, but however you choose to view it, she had an overwhelming desire to go back and see 'J.D' one more time. She knew she may never see him again, he was moving in dangerous circles. Her gut was working optimum that night, because she was very close to the truth. J.D was living on borrowed time, and these few precious stolen hours would be all she had to remind her of what they had, what they could have had.

The universe was whispering to her to seek him out, and like a magnet she was drawn back to the bar. She had no idea what she was going to say to him when she got there, but she had to say something. Talk to him, Talk to him, Talk to him, their whispering was almost reaching a crescendo.

'I'm gonna be on a plane is a couple of hours for Appleton, and I'll be out of your life. So if you're not doing anything in the next couple of hours….'

Time stood still for a moment and the universe was momentarily quiet, then turned their attention back to Sam. Talk to her, Talk to her, Talk to her. Their chanting was reaching its climax. Brennan must have heard it too, and it would seem his heart was not so completely rotten after all. He sent J.D after her.

Yes, the universe did have a plan for them, but it could end in heartache.

They illuminated the couple once more, bathing them in a warm moonlight, watching them tenderly say their goodbyes to one another. This really was the final chapter for these two, there was no going back. Their story would either begin or end as abruptly as it started. So summoning all the energy, all that is right in the world, the universe tried to bring these two broken people together and make them whole.

God's good grace, God's good grace, God's good grace, they whispered over and over again.

In the beginning…..

She had tried so hard with her father, she knew what people were saying about him, but it was always negated by his love for her, and he was all she had in this world. He was unreliable, weak, self-pitying and a drunk. But she loved him. She was tired though. By the time she was fifteen, she felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Cooking, cleaning, paying bills and the late night runs to bars to collect him when he had had too much to drink. She never showed it though, just kept smiling and saying 'I'm fine.' A phrase she continued to use throughout her adult life. A phrase which had become her Morse code to mean the very opposite. One day it had all been too much. She wasn't quite sure what tipped her over the edge, but once she started crying she could not stop. She lay on her bed and sobbed her heart out. She was crying for her father, her mother and her lost childhood. Most of all she was crying for the emptiness that she felt inside. She wanted a hug, to feel safe again, to be sure of where she was going with her life. She rolled on to her back looking at the moon through her bedroom window and sighed, then laughed and then cried some more. 'Is this really my life? Is this really it for me?' she said out aloud to nobody in particular.

She soon drifted off into a peaceful sleep, but the universe had heard her and was watching. They had a plan, but it would require her to keep her heart open. She had already constructed an almost impenetrable wall, but there were still several bricks loose.