(October 14th, 2010)

Okay so here's my new story of Sandy for Rookie Blue (only the best show of exsistance). Some background information on the story just so you don't get confused.
1. Andy and everyone is a cop at 15 except for Sam. Sam never was a cop, and in this story he isn't one either. She's still in her twenties and he's a little older.
2. Andy is single, not with Luke nor Sam.
3. Bare with me on the 'gang' details, I'm not sure what the correct terminology is for everything.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or any of its characters. Only this plotline.

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Resist Me

Chapter 1: That Man

It was a Friday night after one hell of a week. Too many multi-car pile ups, homicide cases and abuse reports for Andy McNally. So after work Traci and her went out to the Blue Banana for a little relaxation time. The club was humming, crammed full of hot sweaty bodies and pounding music. Already a few drinks in Andy was loosening up; simply swaying with the music. Guys came up behind her and started to dance with her. Some she let, some she didn't. Tonight was about having fun and forgetting about the horrible world she lived in where people shot each other and only looked out for themselves. Her brown hair was loosely curled and she wore her favourite outfit; satin royal blue halter top and a black skirt. She looked over at Traci who was also dancing with some guy. Although Traci had a boyfriend she insisted that Jerry didn't mind her going out for a girls night out.

They had been there for a number of hours already, fading into the wee hours of a hot summers night. Through the entire night she had constantly swept the floor, looking for an attractive guy that she could, maybe, bring home with her tonight. She didn't often bring home strange men but tonight she just wanted to be loved. She had spotted the odd hot guy or two but only one stood out amongst the rest. Dressed in a navy tee shirt and washed out jeans he had sat at the bar the entire night, flirting with several different women. Occasionally, she would catch him looking at her with onyx eyes that matched his dark hair. Something about that man made her stomach drop through her feet. Maybe the fact that since she hit puberty she loved the bad boys; the one her father always told her to stay away from. Back then it was a cry for attention since all her father cared about was his whiskey. Now, she wasn't sure why. Maybe it was because this guy was off the hot-o-meter, as Traci would put it. She giggled out loud as she thought about her and Traci's silly scale of hot guys, that or she was definitely getting a little tipsy.

As the night progressed she saw him watch her more and more, grazing her body with his mysterious eyes; mentally taking off all her clothes she suspected. Even though he stared at her he never moved from the bar. He stayed on the same bar stool all night. Finally tired of the eye flirting she called to Traci and told her she was getting a drink before sauntering towards the bar. Andy didn't looked at him as she approached the bar, instead she pretended like he didn't exist, looking right past him as she reached the long polished surface. She was a few feet away from him but she could feel his eyes burning into her. She leaned onto the counter calling over the bartender.

"Hey Joe! Guinness if you have it!" She had to yell to be heard over the raging music. Joe nodded and went to fetch a beer.

"Well hey there beautiful. What's a girl like you ordering a drink for yourself?" His voice was deep and smooth. His eyes twinkled as lights flashed throughout the club and for the first time she saw him smile up close. He had dimples in his cheeks and when he grinned it lit up his eyes with humour. Her beer came and she took it, flicking open the top with a twist. Andy turned her body towards him leaning her elbow on the counter.

"Apparently there's aren't any gentlemen in this club, that's why." She stated simply, still playing it cool. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bill for the bartender. After Joe took the bill the guy turned back to her and raised his eyebrow at her.

"Easy there Tiger, did it ever occur to you that maybe you were just looking in the wrong places?" She moved towards him a bit and as soon as she was in arms length, he reached out and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her to him. She gasped as he held her body between his open legs, only inches apart. His mouth was at her ear, his whispers sent chilling shivers through her body. "Or maybe you were waiting for me." Her body went into sensory overdrive when the tip of his nose grazed her neck. "Am I right?" He was waiting for an answer and she was having trouble breathing with his nose skimming up and down from her neck to her shoulder. Doesn't waste anytime getting to the point does he? She thought as a giggle escaped her mouth. His lips replaced his nose, with slight stubble across his chin he continuously teased her.

"Maybe." She breathed, still trying to play non-chalant even though her voice was barely audible. Since when did I let a guy call the shots? She scolded herself as she felt his hands starting to wander her body. The man grinned at her response as he moved to her face, pushing some loose hair out of the way.

"Sounds like you need some convincing." He murmured against her jaw and she gave him a playful smile. He pulled back for a moment giving her a crooked grin, his hand swept up her side and to her cheek. He leaned in to press his mouth against hers; she could feel his breath on her face. Then when he was a fraction of an inch away he stopped and pulled back reluctantly. She looked over his shoulder to see two tall men standing behind him. Andy's guess was that one of them had tapped him on the shoulder. Sam turned around to face them, one hand still wrapped around her waist.

"Are we going to do this or what?" The one in a black outfit and blonde hair said in a baritone voice. Sam gave a curt nod and faced Andy again.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that I have to leave you. Can I call you so we continue this later?" He held out a napkin and a pen for her, waiting for her to take it. She automatically wrote her number down and he gave her a devilish grin before getting up. "Later Tiger." And with a wink he was moving with the two men through the bustling crowds and out of sight. Andy sighed, her heart still racing. She returned to the dance floor were Traci was cutting it up. She stayed for another half an hour before her bad mood sunk in and she asked Traci to call it a night. They took a cab to Andy's condo and tucked themselves into her large queen sized bed and immediately falling to sleep.

Hope you like it! Promise I'll update soon if I think enough are interested.

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~FunkyMonkey