A/N: This is a continuation of Rock Bottom, so if you haven't read that you may be a little confused with some stuff (not necessarily in this chapter). I think I revamped this 4 or 5 times, so please be forgiving of any little mistakes. My Microsoft Word is acting up as well, so there wasn't a spellcheck to use or to catch silly mistakes. I'm no literary genius, nor do I claim to be. I'm just a huge fan of Rookie Blue. Enjoy it, next chapter will be up soon.

CHAPTER 1

She pulled the tank top down over her ever-growing belly and put on Sam's extra uniform shirt since it was larger than hers, "...can you tell?" she asked, as she turned to see her profile in the mirror.

"You are swimming in that shirt, Andy," Traci said, "...I think it's about time you tell Frank."

"No, Trace. The second I tell him I'm pregnant he'll throw me behind a desk and he'll call Sam and he'll come ome before he closes this case!"

"Is that really so bad?" she asked, wishing she'd just happily take a seat at a desk so she wasn't so worried all the time.

"I can handle being pregnant, Trace. I can't handle raising my child without a father. If we tell Frank, he'll find a way to get it to Sam, who will either come home and leave his case wide open, or stay and not have his head in the game, I lose either way. Besides, the doctor said I'm still fine to work," Andy added.

"No, she said physically you can work, but told you it wasn't wise to be on the streets."

"I don't think I can handle months of desk duty," she said as she slid her hoodie back on and put Sam's shirt back on the hanger, "...I will literally go crazy."

"If you don't tell Frank today, I will."

"Really? We're really going to go there?" Andy snapped as she sat down on the bed next to her.

"Yes, we are. I should've never let you talk me into keeping it quiet. I'm putting my foot down. I get that you don't want to be at a desk, no one does but it's too dangerous for you to be on the streets. I don't care how careful you are, far too much of what we deal with is out of our control and if I don't intervene, I'm pretty sure Sam will kill me when he gets home."

"Trace..." Andy said, staring at her. She really didn't care about the desk duty that much, she knew it was better for the baby but the last thing she needed was for Sam to get hurt because he wasn't focused or for him to come home without closing his case. She didn't want him to go back undercover, they had a deal. As soon as this case was closed, his undercover days were done.

Traci didn't budge, she just stared right on back. She looked down at Andy's belly and put her hand on it, "...welcome to desk duty, squirt."

"Why don't you just tell Frank that I need help on a case, and just kind of drop my name into the conversation?" Andy suggested.

"He'll never go for it, Andy," she said, busting Andy's bubble.

"Will you please just try?"

Traci rolled her eyes, "...I guess," she added with a sigh.

"Thank you," Andy said, hopping off of the bed, "...I knew you being a detective would benefit me sooner or later!"

Andy was sitting on the desk, eating a bag of chips and watching intently as Traci tried to persuade Frank into letting her have Andy for the next few days. She could see the struggle in Traci's face.

"You should probably take it easy on the chips, chubbo. It's really starting to show," Gail said as she took a seat in front of the computer, "...what's Swarek going to think when he comes back?"

She could feel the tears, normally what Gail had to say wouldn't get to her, but her hormones were completely out of whack. If someone so much as looked at her in an odd way, she would cry. Andy jumped off the desk and walked away quickly so Gail couldn't see the tears, "...really? Is she crying?" Gail said as Andy walked into the locker room.

I haven't put on that much weight, have I? Andy stood on the scale. 136, that's only up 10. She stepped off, hit zero and hopped back on. 136.

"Andy, what are you doing?" Traci demanded as she turned the scale off.

"Gail said I was fat," she sniffled.

"Sweetie, you're not fat. You're pregnant and I have ten bucks that says you probably weigh less than Peck even if you are five months pregnant," Traci added, with a laugh, "...come on, you're with me today and we have to go to the hospital to talk with my witness again."

"You got Frank to agree?"

"Barely, he knows something is up. You're not going to be able to hide it from him much longer."

"I'm going to talk to him and Danny tonight," she said, appeasing Traci. Danny Blake was the new Guns & Gang's detective that was always trying to throw Sam undercover. He finally got Sam to agree to go under, under his own conditions, "...I'll see how close they are to making an arrest; see if there is anything they can do to speed things up. If they ask, or I have to tell them, I will."

Her shift was over. Her feet were swollen. Her back felt like someone was shoving a knife into it. All she wanted to do was go home, eat, take a shower and sleep.

"McNally, my office," Frank said as he started up the stairs. She quickly followed him. As she entered his office she found Danny sitting at Frank's desk, talking loudly to someone and Frank sitting on the desk. Frank motioned for her sit down. She grabbed her wedding ring and started twisting it back and forth. She heard Danny say Kalitta, that's when she knew he was discussing Sam's case.

She wasn't given a lot of details, she wasn't allowed to know much; she was barely allowed to know the bare minimum. Vincent Kalitta, drug & arms dealer.

Finally, Danny hung up the phone, "...alright, here's the deal. From what I've been able to gather after almost five months undercover, it's looking like an arrest will be made in the next couple weeks. Swarek has enough to get him right now, all we're trying to do now is get enough to get enough evidence to take out the rest of his crew. Is there any reason at all that I need to make this arrest in the next couple days and get Swarek back?"

"What do you mean?" Andy asked, sitting up straight, both of them looked down at her belly, "...really? You both know?"

"Yes," they said in sync.

"How?"

"You cry, all the time. You're eating, all the time. You've been wearing baggy clothes, it's not exactly rocket science, Andy," Frank said.

"I can pull Sam now, if you want me to," Danny added.

"You said a couple weeks, right?" she asked.

"I can have a warrant for every name on my list in ten days and have him home with you, easy."

"Okay, then just leave him in."

"I have a scheduled call with him in a half hour, you can use it to tell him," Danny said, flipping though papers in the Kalitta file.

"Oh, no, I'm not telling him I'm pregnant. He'll find out when he's done."

"You have to tell him, he has a right to know. Sam will be fine, his job is his life," Danny said, looking up from a pile of pictures.

"That's just it, it's not. He's not the same Swarek we could just put under for nine months without a hitch, he's got more going on, you tell him he's got a baby on the way he'll lose focus. Andy's got a point," Frank added, "...she's hidden it from him this long, ten more days is not going to hurt a thing."

"Fine, but let the record show that I wanted to tell him. This is on you two, not me."

Andy put her bag in the backseat and sat down in the car. She took out her phone and stared at the picture on the screen for a minute, remembering that night at the Penny. She missed him. It was almost their two year anniversary and Sam had spent almost five months of those two years undercover. This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I said 'I do'. Her phone screen went dark and the tears started to stream down her face. God, Andy, stop crying. You look like a blubbering idiot. She wiped the tears and turned the key in the ignition.

She was approaching tthe last stop light before home. Her windows were down and the radio was blasting, it was the only way she'd stay alert enough to drive, but despite the radio and the wind blowing in her ear she heard the faint sound of You're My Better Half. She scrambled for her phone as she laughed at the ringtone. I can't believe I really set that as his ringtone. She saw his face on the screen with his phone number underneath, "Hello? Sam!" she said with excitement, and just as she heard his voice it was muffled by the loud horn of a car...

A/N: Awful place to stop, I know. Reviews are always appreciated.