My first McSwarek story. I own nothing, though I would love to! Let me know what you think, maybe I'll write some more :) Enjoy!

Andy was fidgeting. Anything within her reach, for some reason, needed to be touched, twirled and inspected before letting it return to its rightful place. Which, when being stuck on desk duty, happened to be a lot of stuff, such as pens, pencils, paperclips, files etc. So to say that Sam was getting a little wound up, was an understatement. He knew the girl had enough energy to pale the sun, but come on!

'Enough!'

The annoying ticking of a pen hitting the desk at 50 miles an hour suddenly stopped, and a second later there was a clatter, as said pen fell to the ground. Andy's face was a hilarious sight, but Sam was too annoyed to notice.

'Can you please stop? You're driving me crazy.'

Andy had the decency to at least look a little chastised. She turned her chair towards him completely and held out her hands, as if surrendering. Then moved said hands onto the chair and promptly sat on them.

Sam was following her every move and his annoyance quickly faded and turned into jealousy as he really wanted to replace Andy's hands with his own and find out just how soft her bottom cheeks were. As the thought crossed his mind, he quickly clamped down on it, took it in a chokehold and dragged it off to the forbidden thoughts cell in his mind. Not appropriate Swarek! She's with Luke 'makes me Puke' remember?

Andy, not having a clue what was going on in her partners head was looking anywhere but him and started to shift a little on her chair.

'Squeak.'

Andy shifted again.

'Squeak'

Realizing she was making sounds, she grinned and shifted from left to right.

'Squeak squeak.'

And again.

And again.

Anyone looking at Sam would have quickly run for cover, but Andy wasn't paying attention to her partner at all, completely fascinated with the squeaking sound she was producing.

Sam, after the whole imagining his hands on Andy's ass moment, had his mind a little too far in the gutter to not make the connection of the rhythm of the squeaking sound the chair was making and another sort of rhythm he would really like to experience with her, that his head was about to explode. His face was red, his brow was furrowed, and his hands were about to leave serious dents in the chair arm he was holding.

'That is it!'

Sam jumped up, scaring the wits out of everyone around him, especially with the loud bang his chair made as it flew into the desk.'

'What did I do?'

Andy looked up at her partner not understanding why he was so upset. It was a really boring day. They were on desk duty which was never really exciting, but today was extra bad. The rain was pouring out of the heavens as if the next big flood was about to start and so, not many were risking getting out of their homes today. The desk had therefore been unusually quiet. Paperwork had been done hours ago and the ticking of the clock was slowly getting to her. She had never been particularly happy with just sitting around, and Sam had forbid her to talk, since he was still hung over from poker night with the guys the night before.

'What did you do? Are you kidding me? You've been ticking, tacking and making every possible annoying noise for the last 2 hours! It's driving me nuts, YOU are driving me crazy, and you're doing it on purpose!'

Sam was shouting, something he rarely did, but damn that girl could wind him up like a spring, toss him around like a yoyo and have him come back begging for more and it was driving him over the edge. He looked at her face and felt slightly guilty for the shocked and insulted look she gave him but he couldn't bring up the energy to do something about it. Instead he turned and walked away leaving her at the desk alone. He needed to get out that pent up frustration before he did something stupid like kiss her. Or grabbing her and tossing her on the nearest available surface and show her just what she did to him. Ah! More thoughts to be discarded and flung into the forbidden thoughts section and filed under inappropriate and dumb, damn was that file getting thick.

He walked up to the coffee machine and studiously ignored the sniggers from the other officers in the room. He knew he overreacted, and he should probably apologise, but damn, the girl knew all the buttons to push to tie him up in a hundred knots. And the worst thing was, she had no idea just what she was doing to him! Hence the frustration. She was still happy with Lukewarm, playing house with the detective, and all he could think about was the way she had felt in his arms the night of the blackout, how she had kissed him with abandon and with absolute and soaring passion. Or how she had used her thumb to wipe the lip gloss off his lips when they had kissed goodbye as two other people, but somehow were still them. Hot and bothered, that's how it left him. Every night since.

He took a deep breath and calmed down enough to pour her a cup of coffee as well and turn back to the front desk. She was still sitting in the chair and was looking at the weather outside. She looked miserable. He sighed. Walking up to her he set down her coffee accompanied by the words 'I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled.'

She looked up at him then and he felt the need to elaborate.

'You just drive me completely bonkers sometimes you know?'

'You're just hung over.'

'True, but I still shouldn't have yelled. Forgive me?'

He pulled out the dimples plus the sad puppy look and Andy was mush. Damn the man. He could have her hot in a glance. She nodded and gratefully took the coffee he offered and took a sip. She moaned at the taste.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief at her acceptance of his apologies. Then he heard it. The moan. That delightful sound that was sure to haunt his dreams for the next few weeks. And he was right back to where he started a few minutes ago. Frustrated and hornier than a teenager. It sucked to be Sam Swarek.