Author's Note: This is a sequel to Just Part of the Job. If you haven't read it, you won't know what's going on in this story, so I strongly suggest you read it first. This story is light romantic fluff and again not McSwarek. If you liked the way Just Part of the Job ended, don't read this one.

Please review, and please give me suggestions on how to improve!

Sam slapped the file folder down with a satisfying thwack against the folders on his desk. He counted the four files and then looked over at the pile on the other side of his desk. He let out an audible groan at the large stack of unfinished reports still waiting for him.

"Pile not getting any smaller?" Andi asked, not even looking up from her desk.

Sam looked over at his partner as he sat back. "I hate writing reports," he muttered, rubbing his hands over his face. He gave his chair a push and it rolled over to Andi's desk. She also had an impressive pile on one side of her desk and a smaller pile on the other. "We are going to be here forever," Sam said, eying her pile.

"Not me," she answered, dropping another finished report onto the large pile.

Sam clapped his hands together, making Andi jump. "Great! Then you can take half of my pile and we will be out of here in no time at all!"

Andi looked up at him, an exasperated but fond look on her face. "I don't think so, Sam. Nice try though," she said, tucking her bangs behind her ear.

Sam's face quickly changed into pleading. "Come on, Andi. You are so much faster at this than I am. You'd really be helping me out." He smiled at her hopefully.

"Your pile isn't getting any smaller, sir," she said pointedly, pulling out the next file.

Sam sighed and rolled back to his desk. He was just about to take a file from the pile when his cell phone rang. "Saved by the bell," he said, grinning at Andi. He took out his phone and opened it up. "Swarek."

"Hello, Officer Swarek," came a female voice from the other end of the phone. "I'm not sure if you remember me or not. My name is Rachel Johnson. Two years ago you stayed with me while I was trapped in my truck under a trailer." The voice paused, waiting for his response.

"Of course I remember you," Sam said, grinning. He glanced over at Andi who rolled her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking, that a past lady friend was calling him. He winked and played it up a little, stretching back in his chair. "It's great to hear from you." Andi shook her head and went back to her reports.

"Thanks," Rachel answered. "Do you remember that you gave me one of your business cards and told me that if I had a police matter to call you first?"

"Yes, I remember," he answered.

"Well, I have an issue but I don't know how serious it is."

"Tell me about it, and I'll see what I can do," he promised, reaching for the pen on his desk.

"My sister Sally, the one you met at the hospital, phoned me a couple of minutes ago hysterical because her little two year old found a gun in her garden next to the alley." She quickly rushed to add, "I don't know if it's real or just a toy, but Sally was a complete basket case and refused to go back and look at it."

"That sounds pretty serious," Sam said, all traces of humour gone. "I'm glad you called me. What's her address?" He wrote down the house and street number. "That's in Division 15's area. I know the street," he said, ripping the paper off. "I'll go check it out with McNally, okay?" Andi glanced up, curiosity on her face.

"That's great, but are you sure? I mean, I'm not taking you away from anything important, am I?" she asked, concerned.

"I'm doing paper work," he said with amusement. "Believe me, any excuse would be a great one to get out of here."

"Okay, thank you. Could you call me when you've taken a look at the gun. Sally isn't going to be a lot of help to you." She gave a small exasperated chuckle. "She's pregnant again and her husband is away on domestic assignment for a couple of days, so she's riding a wicked hormonal wave. What little emotional control she had has been completely wiped away by this whole gun thing."

"Sure, no problem. We're leaving right away. I should call you back in twenty minutes or so."

"Thank you, Officer Swarek. I appreciate it."

Sam hung up the phone and grabbed his keys. "Come on, McNally. We've been saved from paper work. I'll explain as we go."