Disclaimer: Definitely don't own Rookie Blue. If I did, the power would have stayed off!
For the past fifteen minutes, Sam had been pacing through his living room trying to figure out what caused Andy to freeze up. "She came to me. She knocked on my door and wanted me. How the hell did it all go wrong?" he wonders. He walks over to his couch and down, running his fingers through his hair and cursing the damn electric company for doing their job and restoring power.
Sam clasps his hands between his knees, looks down and realizes that he forgot to put his shirt back on. He can still feel Andy's lips on his; her fingers running over his chest and neck. At the same moment he remembers where his shirt is and how it got on the bedroom floor, he realizes that Andy is still in his bedroom. "She must think I'm mad at her. I can't stay in my living room and let her think that. Truth is, I'm more disappointed than anything. God. What is wrong with me? I'm sitting here talking to a t.v." Sam stands up and slowly makes his way down the hall, rubbing the back of his neck and wondering what he's going to say to her.
He starts talking the minute he walks through his door. "Look, Andy…." The rest of what he was going to say dies on his lips. The last thing he expects to see are her shoes on the floor and that damn shirt thrown back on the ground. He walks further into his room and sees her asleep on his bed with her arm wrapped around his pillow. It might be his ego, but he loves that she is in his bed using his pillow. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed and brush the hair off of her cheek. He notices the tear tracks on her cheeks and curses himself for making her cry. "Oh, Andy what are we gonna do." Sam runs his thumb back and forth over her cheek trying to understand the feelings of protection and caring he feels for his rookie. Feelings that have only gotten stronger during the past couple of weeks, where Andy has shown poise and strength in the face of a seriously crazy job.
"Sam…"
"Shhh Andy. Go back to sleep. I'll take the couch." He runs his hand down her cheek one more time as he begins to slowly stand up. Sam's hand leaves Andy's face but she catches his wrist before he can step away from the bed. "Wait. Sam can you…Will you please…"
"Come on Andy. Tell me what you want."
"Do you think you could sleep in here with me? I don't want to be alone tonight." She asks Sam this with a look of vulnerability in her eyes that he couldn't ignore her request even if he wanted to and there is no way he wants to pass up the opportunity of holding her for an entire night. "Scoot over McNally."
Instead Sam gets the third surprise of the night when she stands up, pushes off her jeans and crawls under the covers. Sam looks at her for a moment and then because he doesn't to make her uncomfortable or feel like he's pressuring her asks, "Jeans or no jeans?"
"No jeans. I just want you to hold me and help me forget the past two weeks. We can talk about everything else tomorrow. Just please, give me tonight." Sam pushes his jeans to his feet and steps out of them then crawls into bed next to Andy. He opens his arms for her and she goes to him, wrapping her arm across his chest. Sam wraps one arm around Andy's shoulders and grabs her hand on his chest with his other.
"You okay?" he asks.
"I'm getting there. Thank you Sam. For everything."
"You don't have to thank me Andy. I told you we're partners. I've got your back and you can come to me for anything." Sam tightens his arm around Andy as the minutes tick by and her breathing slowly evens out. "What's happening between us Andy could be pretty amazing and I'm going to prove it to you. You've got tonight McNally, but I've got tomorrow."
