Pairing: Sam/Andy

Rating: T for language

A/N: Okay, I'm having the biggest writer's block known to mankind with my Chase/Thirteen fic for House. So, I decided to take a break on that to write this. This is my first try at a Rookie Blue fic. I LOVE this show and I love Sam and Andy ever since I first saw them together. Sam is so hot, by the way. XD I got this plot in a dream I had. I swear. What's ironic is that I saw Inception the day before haha. Anyways, please read and review! I'm still getting their characters down. :)

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Rookie Blue. Nor will I ever.

Sight

He never believed in love at first sight. To him, it was all a bunch of bull made out for pansies that didn't have a clue of how the real world worked.

But that was before he saw her.

He sits on the window sill, counting the money Pedro had just given him for a deal that went down the other night. Heavy footsteps start coming up the stairs but he isn't the least bit fazed. He knows that sound; the non-discreet trampling of a rookie anxious at their first bit of action.

Pedro, on the other hand, looks terrified. "Shouldn't we get outta here?"

"Just relax, will you?" he replies without loosing count of the money which turns out to be a pretty decent deal for some cheap, low-end stuff.

The banging finally arrives at their door. "Police! Open up!"

"Come on, man, I don't wanna be caught for this." Pedro pleads.

He doesn't have a chance to respond before the door bursts open. Forgetting about the money, he looks up to regard the newcomer and for a moment, he can't develop a single coherent thought.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even as she stands there, gun raised, loaded, and pointed directly at his chest, he can't help but notice this. Alert hazel eyes dart between him and Pedro and long brown hair that, he had no doubt, had been swept up perfectly into the neat bun behind her head just moments before now threatens an escape across her smooth, tan face. But she's nervous. He sees it in the way she holds her gun, elbows locked, hands frozen. She's a rookie, through and through. A rookie about to make a big mistake.

"That is a crappy lock." he comments when he finally finds his voice again. As much as he wants to just look at her for a moment longer, he's on the job and this is no time to start acting like a 15 year old boy.

"Don't move!" she instructs. "Put your hands up!"

He pays no attention to her commands. After all, he has no intention of getting burned. Standing, he stuffs the money in his pocket.

"I said don't move! Stay where you are!"

Sorry, Bambi. "See ya." he says and clambers out the window only to double back to grab Pedro when he doesn't move.

They speed down the fire escape and he takes a second to smirk when he sees the flustered rook radio for backup.

"What the hell, man?" he demands, turning to Pedro when they stop in an abandoned ally. "She almost got us."

"Okay, look I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. What was I supposed to do?"

He runs a hand through his hair, more frustrated that his cover was almost blown than anything else. "I don't know. Run, maybe? Jeez, Pedro, she's a damn cop."

"Police! Don't move! Put your hands up right now!"

It's all he can do not to hide his groan. And she's still waving that gun around.

"Hurry up! Now! Put them against the fence, both of you."

Pedro, of course, is only more than willing to comply, having never fared well when faced with a gun. "Oh, come on, I don't believe this."

"Sir, be quiet." she snaps.

He watches her carefully as she steps closer to apprehend them and when she holsters her weapon, he takes his chance. Sprinting past her, he makes for the ally. But he's horribly off balance and all it takes is her arms wrapping around his middle for him to go down.

The impact is hard and he groans in pain when he hits the ground. "You don't wanna do this." he says, praying that she listens.

She doesn't. "Shut up. Turn over."

"I'm serious, you gotta trust me, okay?"

"No, I'm serious. You shut up. Resisting arrest. Fleeing the scene." She finally gets the cuffs around him and begins to pat him down. Had the circumstances been difference, he wouldn't have minded the position they were in but as it were, all he can think of is getting the hell away from her.

"Oh! Possession." she says triumphantly as she pulls the tiny bag of coke out of his pocket.

"Ow!" he exclaims when she not so gently turns him over.

"Where's the gun, huh?"

"I don't have a gun. I'm on the job." he tries again more insistently.

"Not anymore. Get up."

20 minutes later, he finds himself at the station, handcuffed and thoroughly irritated. Officer McNally had decided to get all heroic and arrest him, not taking his answer that he was on the job. Now his cover was blown and eight months of hard work have dissipated into thin air.

He explodes in Boyko's office, hardly pausing to let anyone get a word in. When he reaches the end of his rant, he storms off, throwing a sarcastic remark at the rookie. Still, despite his frustration, he can't get her face out of his mind nor the odd sensation that swooped through his stomach upon first laying eyes on her and when she shows up in the locker room later as he blows off steam at his helpless locker, it does little to ease his mind.

He curses himself, giving the metal door one last kick for good measure. He needs to get his head back in the game.

A/N: Any thoughts? I'd love to hear them! :)