A/N: This idea was suggested to me by Jimi18, and it was very challenging, which I really loved! It took some time but I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoy it!

As always the story is finished containing 13 parts. It's a long one =P I will post the first two chapters today and then it'll be the usual one chapter a day. I started it before episode one aired, so it takes place after season 1 but has nothing to do with the second season.

As I wrote it took on a life of its own and I had no idea what was going to happen before I wrote it most of the time. A kind of funny thing you'll see as the story progresses are some events that also happens in season 2. I swear I wrote them before I saw the episodes!

Anyway; as I've already said, hope you enjoy it! I don't think it's as good as some of my other fics, but I think it's okay enough to post, so here goes:

Rating: T (some swearing)

Pairings: S. Swarek/A. McNally, L. Callaghan/A. McNally

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or its characters or anything related to the series in any way, shape or form.

CHAPTER 1

"Take it easy McNally!"

"Hold still."

"Easy! Careful!"

"Just hold still!"

"Ow!"

"Just a little bit more."

"Ow, ow, OW!"

"You sissy."

"I'm not a sissy."

"Yeah, you are. It's almost out. Two seconds."

"If I have a bald spot…"

"You would if I had scissors." She warned "There. All out." Andy said holding the pieces of gum with clumps of Sam's hair in them in front of his face.

"How much hair did you rip out? Give me a mirror!"

She put the small comb she had used back into her locker, grabbed the small makeup mirror lying there and handed it to Sam. He struggled opening it, so she reached her arms around either side of him to help him flip it open. When it did Sam quickly lifted it over his head to try to see the spot where the high school kid had plastered his gum earlier when they had been called to a shopping center for a shop-lifting.

He grunted when he couldn't see.

Andy nudged his back for him to stand up. "Go to the mirror." She said pointing at a mirror on the far wall.

"Why?"

"Just do it, Sam." She sighed nudging him in the back again.

"All right, all right." He got up from the bench in front of Andy's locker and walked over to the mirror. Andy walked up behind him and held her hand out for the makeup mirror.

"Give it." She ordered. He handed it to her and she held it up behind his head turning it around. "Tell me when, I mean if you see."

Sam eyed the reflection of the reflection of the back of his head thoroughly. When he spotted a hint of pink he lifted his hand to stop her moving the mirror further.

"Anything missing?" Andy asked jokingly as he eyed his reflection.

"I've got to admit you've done a good job McNally." He said, impressed. "Though there are some pieces left." He complained jokingly.

She glared at him playfully before swatting him on the back.

He put on an expression of mock hurt staring at her reflection. Then it changed into one of mischief and he got a twinkle in his eye.

"Uh… Sam? What are you…?" Andy hesitantly said as he slowly turned around, his grin growing larger. She started backing away but he lunged at her too quickly. His arms were around her in an instant and he picked her up with ease and threw her over his shoulder.

"Put me down!" She squealed.

"Why?" He laughed.

"Because." She squirmed as much as she could to make him loose his grip on her legs.

"Nope, not a good reason."

"Come on." She whined still squirming. "Put me down."

"Nope." He slowly started turning around.

"You're going to make me sick!" She said as he spun around faster. "Don't blame me when your shirt is full of barf." She warned making gagging noises.

"Okay, okay." He said in defeat. "I don't want McNally-lunch all over me." He said as he stopped spinning and put her down.

"Haha" She mocked him. "I wasn't going to barf." She crinkled her nose playfully at him before speeding off towards the doors of the locker room and the bullpen so fast that Sam ended up grasping at air when he tried to grab her.

Once safely outside the locker room she strolled calmly towards the front desk to see what Traci was up to. Sam caught up with her half way there. "We should probably head out again, now that we got that issue fixed." He said as he fell into step with her.

"What issue?" Traci asked curiously looking from her best friend to Sam.

Sam turned his attention to the pamphlets in the waiting area. He was not going to willingly stand around and be made fun of.

"Some kid stuck his gum in the back of Sam's head." Andy whispered conspiratorially.

"Ew."

"Yeah, pretty gross." Andy whispered. "But funny though!" She added loud enough for Sam to hear.

He didn't turn around, but she could see that he was using a lot of effort not to do so.

"Anyway." Andy said changing the subject. "How's the day at desk?"

"Papers, papers, bad tips, more papers, more bad tips, half a lead, more papers." Traci summarized.

"Sounds like… Fun." Andy said not even believing herself.

"McNally, c'mon." Sam suddenly said impatiently from near the pamphlets.

"I've got to go, I guess." She said to Traci before frowning over at Sam while walking over to him. "What's up?"

"Work?" he said gesturing towards the parking lot and their squad car.

"We were talking work." Andy said in an effort to justify chatting with Traci. Sam shot her a condescending look. "Kinda…" He just kept looking at her. "Okay, so, not at first, but I asked what she'd been doing today, which was work. So there." She said raising her eyebrows to accentuate her last statement.

Sam was getting a headache. "Let's just go." He said dully before continuing towards the squad car.

"You are one complex guy, do you know that?" Andy said as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"I know." He said nonchalantly.

"Oh." She fell silent. She had expected him to have her elaborate her statement. But he didn't. She figured he said it that way on purpose to keep her quiet. "I mean, because of the way you act…" She trailed off.

He looked over at her with an expression of half amusement half what-are-you-doing before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the road.

"Cuz. In the locker room…" She tested the waters. He remained focused on the road. "I mean, you acted like a teenager." She said quickly. Still no loss of focus. "And then, at the front desk, you were all…" She couldn't find the words to describe it.

"Grumpy? Brash? Impatient?" Sam suggested.

"All of the above."

"I just don't like standing around when people are making fun of me and I've got more important things to do." He said matter-of-factly.

"But playing around in a locker room is nothing like standing around when there are more important things to do?" She saw rather than heard him sigh at her question.

"All available units, a 10-56A Code 1" the dispatcher's voice cut through the radio.

"1505, go ahead." Andy said into the radio receiver.

"At 19 Gould, library roof, by-stander reporting WF, 22."

"10-4." Andy informed the dispatcher before putting the receiver back in place and turning on the sirens as Sam turned the car in the direction of Ryerson University.

"10-56…" Andy tried to remember the code. "It's suicide right?" She looked nervously over at Sam.

"It's a 56A. Attempted." He said focusing on his fast driving.

"I hope we get there in time…"

A couple of minutes later Sam hit the brakes and the car screeched to a halt in front of the library building. They got out and looked up towards the roof to see if they could see the girl. She was standing on a ledge nine stories above.

"I'm going to run up there. Wait for backup, EMTs and fire rescue, all right?" Sam said as he took off his vest, belt and uniform shirt and started jogging towards the building, leaving Andy alone to control the crowd that was gathering near the squad car.

Sam had no idea how long it had taken him to run up the 9 flights of stairs, but when he finally reached the door out to the roof he didn't feel the least bit tired even though sweat was pouring down his face. Once on the roof he saw her standing on the ledge. She didn't look nervous or upset like he had expected her to, but calm. Eerily calm.

"Nice view." He said walking up to the ledge a couple of feet away from her and leaned over it to look down. He had to use a lot of willpower not to inhale sharply at how high it was. She ignored him.

"So, what are you doing up here?" he asked casually still staring over the ledge. He could see a tiny Andy talking to a tiny Shaw in front of his squad car.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" He said when she didn't respond.

"No." She said dreamily into the air.

"So what are you doing up here?" He asked again after a short silence.

"Just thinking." A breeze picked up blowing her hair across her face, but she didn't remove it.

"About what?" Sam inquired.

"Death." She turned her head towards him and her cold grey eyes bore into his. He thought it best to hold her gaze until she looked away to show that he wasn't nervous about her jumping. He mentally held his breath until her grey eyes left his and her head turned to look back down at the ground below.

"What do you think it would feel like?" She asked after having taken in the scene unfolding down there.

"Hitting the ground?" He asked.

"Yes." She said, swaying slightly as if toying with the feeling of falling.

He wanted to lunge forward and pull her off the ledge, but that would be too risky. "I think it would hurt." He looked down once again and added "A lot." An ambulance had arrived and one of the EMTs was talking to Andy.

"I don't."

He stayed silent waiting for her to continue.

"I think it goes by so fast that you don't feel a thing. I think you'll barely register even falling until it's over."

"I think I'd change my mind mid fall." He said with a small smile even though she wasn't looking at him.

His words made her turn towards him, not just her head, but her entire body this time.

"I'd probably come up with a million reasons why I'd want to stick around as I was falling." He elaborated.

She tilted her head and looked at him intently. She reminded him of a cat studying its prey. "What would those reasons be?"

"I don't know." He said thoughtfully. "Love. Seeing my nephew and niece grow up, what kind of people they'll become. My own children someday if I'm lucky enough."

She smiled crookedly. "Hmm…" She considered his reasons. Then her smile faded again. "It's all so… Dull." She said slowly.

"What is?"

"Everything." She turned around once more to face the street. "My life."

"How is it dull?"

"I never feel anything. Everything is… The same. I know I should care about people, but I don't. I should care about my education, but I don't. I should care about having fun, but I don't. I should care if I live or die… But I don't." She swayed forward and Sam's hand instinctively reached out towards her. He heard 'ooh's and ahh's' from the crowd below as she fell back towards him from his tug on her arm. When her body connected with his he lost his balance and fell onto his back with her on top of him.

She quickly got back up and looked at him with a horrified expression. "What was that?"

"I thought you were falling." Sam tried to explain. "I acted on instinct."

"No. Not that." She said thoughtfully. "Something…"

Suddenly three officers charged through the door, followed by a couple of EMTs.

She didn't fight when Shaw came over to cuff her. She just kept her intense, wondrous, grey eyes on Sam while the EMTs checked her out and Shaw led her back into the building to take her off to the hospital for a psychological evaluation.

"Good job." Andy said as she approached him when the others had headed downstairs. "I didn't see much. You just saw your chance and grabbed her or?" She said fishing for him to tell her what happened as she offered her hand and helping him to his feet.

"Yeah." Sam said not really knowing what had happened himself.

"What did you talk about? I saw that she turned around a couple of times."

"Death." Sam said absent mindedly. He was trying to figure out what the girl had meant. What was that something. She had looked horrified. What had happened to scare her like that?

"Ok." Andy said, clearly uncomfortable. "Let's get back down." She walked over to the door.

"Yeah." Sam said absently still in contemplation of why she had become so scared. He followed Andy down the stairs. It seemed like a lot more flights now that the effects of the adrenaline had worn off.

Once back on the ground he gestured for Andy to drive. She looked at him in surprise as he picked up his belt to put it back on before getting in the passenger's seat.

"What?" He asked when she didn't stop staring at him.

"What happened up there?"

"Nothing. We talked. I pulled her off the ledge." He said starting to put his uniform shirt back on. "Are you going to start driving?" He asked when she still just sat there staring at him.

"Right! Yeah." She said turning the key and pulling out onto the road.

"Why did you take off your uniform anyway?" She asked as he was fiddling with getting his vest back on, not an easy feat when standing up, let alone sitting down in a car.

"I figured she wasn't dangerous. And uniformed coppers freak people out, make them skittish. Not the best thing with jumpers."

"I see your point."

They both fell silent as she drove towards the barn.

"They're difficult." He suddenly said staring outside at nothing in particular. "Jumpers." He clarified knowing that she was sitting there with a puzzled expression. "There is no right thing to say. They have decided that life isn't for them anymore. Your job is to try to make them see that it should be."

"How do you know what to say? How to convince them?" She asked glancing over at him.

"It's different with everyone." He shrugged.

"What did you say to the girl?"

"It doesn't matter. It wasn't the right thing. She went anyway." He said, for the first time realizing that she was in fact deliberately going over the edge when he had grabbed her. He had failed.

"What? You grabbed her. You saved her life." It seemed like she knew what he had been thinking.

"Huh." Sam had been so wrapped up in his head that he hadn't noticed that they were only a block away from the barn. "We're here."

Andy drove into the parking lot and shut the engine off. Then she turned to him. "You saved her life."

"Yeah, yeah." He nodded while rolling his eyes and got out of the car.