So I've always been a Sam/Andy shipper but as I've rewatched S3 and the new episodes this season, I can't help but be disappointed by Sam's actions. The idea of Nick and Andy is really growing on me and I can't wait to see where the writers take it. In the meantime, I find myself wondering what they did together for six months with no one else to depend on. I thought that I'd explore that in a series of one shots and I hope those of you who don't mind the Nick/Andy ship will indulge me!

Disclaimer: Duh, not mine

Love At First Sight

"Andy, I'm soooo glad you decided to come with us!" the short blonde said with a giggle as she twined her arm through Andy's. "This is what summers on the beach are all about! Wait til you meet the new guy! He's super cute!"

Megan had started speaking with exclamation points about two beers ago and Andy desperately wished she hadn't turned the last one down. She wanted to be clear headed. Tonight was imperative to Operation Dakota. It would be the first time she and Nick would meet publicly and establish themselves as a couple.

Andy didn't want to examine the butterflies dancing in her stomach. It would be easy to blame them on the op but she knew it wasn't true. She was going to spend the rest of the night bumping and grinding with Nick.

Drinking with Nick.

Kissing Nick. The thought sent hot goose bumps chasing across her skin.

She and Nick had gotten close over the last six weeks as he established himself in the ring. They studied the material provided to them, talked strategy, worked on establishing their individual covers. All culminating in this one very important party that would allow them to act more aggressively to produce the results their handlers were expecting.

"Baby!" Megan squealed, throwing her arms around an unremarkable guy with sandy brown hair. "This is Andy, the new girl I've been telling you about. She's my new BFF! Andy, this is PJ! And this stud muffin is Nick!"

Andy slid her eyes up to Nick's laughing dark gaze. She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. The bastard was enjoying her discomfort. And she had to admit that he did look appealing in his baggy shorts and t-shirt that pulled across his chest which had only gotten more defined with the extra gym time over the last few weeks. He even managed to pull off the flip flops look, which she hated. Damn him.

"Andy, pleasure," he said with a smile. "You look like you could use a drink."

"I definitely could," she agreed.

"Let's see what we can find." He took her hand as they made their way through the crowd. He pulled her over to a table covered in liquor bottles and surrounded by coolers. He pulled her into his side and leaned down so she could hear him over the music. "Anything you want, liquor, beer, jello shots. We got it all."

"Uhhh, I don't know. A beer, I guess."

"You need a shot. I can see it on your face," he said with a laugh, pushing a couple green jello shots toward her. He held up his own little plastic cup. "Slainte."

"Oh God," she said with a shudder.

"Come on, wuss. Do the other one. Down the hatch! You'll thank me later."

"Or I'll puke on you later," she quipped before sucking down the other. "Arrrgh, obligatory jello shots done. Beer, please."

Nick plunged his hand into a cooler and pulled out two brown bottles. He twisted the top off one and handed it to her before opening his own. He pointed to the people crowded around the pool pulsating with the music.

"Dance?" he shouted. She gave him a thumbs up sign and moved toward the crowd. His cold hand on the bare skin of her back above her shorts made her squeal and punch him. He laughed good naturedly. "Nice shirt."

"Have it on good authority that it's a perfect choice for a beach front party," she teased. She'd agonized over what to wear for twenty minutes before Nick picked out her outfit—white shorts and a deep blue green flowy tank top that left most of her back bare where the fabric crossed. She took his hand and pushed through the crowd until she found a space big enough for them to dance.

Nick was a handsy dancer. Sometimes his hand strayed to her waist or her back if they were pushed together by the crowd. It was one of the things that she'd always liked best about him. He never took himself too seriously and didn't get self conscious in a crowd. He didn't mind making a fool of himself on the dance floor, although he was truthfully a decent dancer.

He pulled her into his personal space so their bodies brushed. The heady combination of his body heat, the hint of his cologne, and the shots left her a little light headed. She relaxed into her role, resigned to the fact that eventually she'd have to make out with him and suddenly that didn't seem too hard to imagine. They had talked about practicing but neither of them could bring themselves to do it, afraid it would ruin their friendship yet knowing it would have to happen at some point.

She watched his dark eyes watching hers as they moved together with the music. She'd never seen that look on his face and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Hunger? Desire? Whatever it was, it was doing crazy things to her pulse, and she met him halfway without hesitation when his mouth captured hers. He took her face in his hands, angling her head for better access as he deepened the kiss.

His touch was electric as desire exploded through her. She knotted her hand in his tshirt, pulling him closer. It was possessive, hot, mind boggling. Every awareness left her except for her and Nick. She never expected it to be like this.

"Get a room," someone shouted. They broke apart and Nick gave her a wolfish grin. He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her away from the crowd and onto the beach.

"Nick, wha…," she started before he rounded on her and kissed her once again. His hands slid through the folds of her shirt and pressed against her bare back, his fingernails raking over her spine. She gasped at the sensation and arched into him. His arms wrapped around her roughly as he pulled her even closer. She wasn't sure how long they stood on the beach, yards from the party, devouring each other but when they broke apart, they were both panting.

"Fuck," Nick muttered, gently pushing her away and turning to face the water.

"Nick, I…."

"Just give me a minute, Andy," he managed, his voice gravelly. She pressed her fingertips to her tingling lips as she watched him try to compose himself. She finally moved to his side so they stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the surf.

"What was that?" he asked finally.

"Vodka jello shots?" she quipped. He huffed out a laugh and shot her a glance.

"That definitely had nothing to do with alcohol."

"No, it didn't," she agreed softly. It, whatever IT was, was unexpected and a bit terrifying.

"Well, at least it wasn't difficult to sell. Pretty sure everyone will buy into you being my new girlfriend."

"True story."

"Love at first sight."