Hey everyone! So this is only my second published fanfiction, and my first Rookie Blue one! I am an avid fan and watcher of the show, and love reading everyone else's amazing fanfiction. Thank you all, for keeping me so entertained!

To pass the time until the next episode (3 weeks! How will I survive!) I decided to do a series of one-shots. One from each episode, of Sam and Andy moments or thoughts, starting all the way from season 1 episode 1. This one is from Sam's point of view. I'm not sure yet if I will continue in his point of view, or switch to Andy's as well.

Please read, and let me know what you think!

Thanks,

Jules

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or any of its incredible characters!

Chapter 1: Fresh Paint

Sam Swarek slammed the door to his apartment, and immediately stalked over to his bedroom. He yanked the covers back, and got into bed.

Shit. Shit shit shit shit. Shit.

He was pissed. Beyond pissed. 8 months. 8 freaking months of his life, for this. To have his cover blown 2 weeks before finishing the job. 8 months, and only 2 weeks. All wasted.

He had never wanted anything more than to finish that job. Anton Hill was an utter scumbag drug dealer. An utter scumbag drug dealer that he had almost just gotten off the streets for good. But now, he didn't know if he ever would. Anton Hill got to walk free. And that was not even remotely fair.

8 months of living in a shit-hole apartment, dirty and lonely. He lived for undercover work- always had. The thrill of the job, the adrenaline rush he got every time he pulled off a deception, that was what he lived for. But 8 months was a long time. A long time to go without companionship. He was starting to miss his friends and family, his division. He wasn't used to going so long without talking to Sarah; this was one of the longest jobs he'd ever done. And Oliver, man did he miss Oliver and his sweet family. And Frank, Jerry, Noelle… He missed his entire division, and even the feel of the polyester uniform. The feel of the gun and baton, weighing down his belt. The Kevlar, snug around him.

8 months. For nothing.

He didn't remember ever being this pissed off.

But yet.

There was something about her. Don't get him wrong, he was extremely pissed at her, but still, he couldn't deny it.

It was a tug at his stomach, a slight attraction. He tried to ignore it, push it away, lock it up in the box of his emotions. It wasn't working.

There was something about her, Andy McNally, that was unbelievably desirable to him.

He didn't understand it, this desire. She wasn't his type at all. He was a careless, somewhat heartless, self-proclaimed bachelor, and thought he would always be like that.

He was always into the 'no-strings' relationships. Purely for pleasure. That was his mantra.

Sometimes though, he would try a 'normal' relationship. For his sister, or to try and fill the void he felt. But those never lasted long. They just never felt right.

So why did it suddenly feel right, with this girl he hardly knew? A girl he had only shared a 5 minute conversation? A girl who had just unbelievable screwed up his life?

That's why he had given her the right information, and not the wild goose chase Ollie thought. Before he even knew what he was saying, the information was spilling out of his mouth.

He just couldn't stop it.

And then.

The way she walked up to him, apologized, offered to buy him a drink… Damn, it was hard to resist.

But he did. He resisted. He pushed those emotions away, locked them up. Lock and key.

He said no, rejected her.

Because that was how he was. How he always had been, and how he was supposed to be. A somewhat-wild, temperamental bachelor. Emphasis on the bachelor.

He embodied the word bachelor. Bachelor pad, bachelor lifestyle… That's what Sam Swarek was. And he wasn't going to change for anybody.

Especially not for some doe-eyed little rookie.

Or so he thought.

He kicked his covers away in frustration. They were tangled all around him, from a long night of tossing and turning.

He was getting no where, and these thoughts were not helping.

As much as he tried to hide it, he felt the attraction. But he didn't understand it. Didn't allow it. It just couldn't be.

Sam Swarek could not be falling for any girl, and especially not for the one who had just screwed him over.

So he tried, and tried again.

Pushed, shoved, trampled those emotions away.

Lock and key, Sam, lock and key.

Thank you all for reading!

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