Title: Moments of Impact

Summary: As a partner, Andy McNally redefines normal. During a routine checkpoint, Sam and Andy are hurled into an action packed high-speed chase-exciting but deadly. Set before Sam went undercover. Sam/Andy!

Rating: T, or PG-13 for mild cursing and intense scenes

Disclaimer: I wish this was necessary, but as I don't actually own anything pertaining to Rookie Blue, it really isn't.

Officer Andy McNally sighed as she took a step back, waving the car past.

"What's wrong, McNally? Too boring for you?" her partner Sam Swarek teased as he leaned up against the squad car, a look of amusement on his face.

Andy resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she pulled her jacket closer, trying to block the cold air. It was freezing, and they had been out there for over an hour managing a sobriety checkpoint. "I just don't understand why we have to do this…"

"What? Don't like this part of the job?" Sam chuckled as she made a face. "Being a cop isn't always fun and games. Not all of us experience what you have in your short time with the force. This here is normal, this here is the job. Think of it this way, we're stopping people before they have a chance to call us, before they have a chance to be stupid. Believe me, Labor Day is the day everyone decides drinking and driving at three o'clock in the afternoon is a good idea. We're saving lives."

"Please," Andy threw her head back with an irritated gust of air, finding his words annoying. "We may have the potential to save lives, but so far all we've done is gotten cussed at and dealt with that creepy bald guy."

Sam laughed again, clearly enjoying himself.

"What? You like freezing your butt off?" Andy asked, wrapping her arms around herself in attempt to keep warm.

"I feel fine," Sam assured, patting the squad car behind him. "She keeps me nice and warm."

"Yeah? Then maybe we should switch spots. You stand in the middle of the freezing road and I get warmed up by the vehicle."

Sam seemed to think about her proposal before he shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

A car pulled up to Andy, the driver's window rolling down. The man was young, probably still a teenager. He looked scared as he met the officer's gaze. "H-hi, officer… did I do something wrong?"

"This is a sobriety checkpoint," Andy explained for the hundredth time that day. "Have you been drinking today?"

The young man shook his head violently. "No ma'am, I'm not even twenty-one."

Andy smiled. "Good, let's keep it that way. Have a good one." She waited until the car was several yards away before letting out a laugh. "Oh man, I think he was about to pee his pants!"

"I've had that happen before," Sam said. "Not fun… for anyone."

Andy chuckled, her teeth chattered in the process. "What's the craziest thing you've had happen while doing a checkpoint like this?"

"A sobriety one? Well there's been quite a few… lemme think of one besides the normal puking, punching, cursing… Oh—got one." His voice switched into story telling mode and his hands quickly followed by flying through the air as he recounted the event. "It was like two in the morning and everything had been pretty quiet. All of the sudden, I see this minivan coming down the road, driving sporadically. Going in and out between lanes; almost hitting another car, just crazy, right? Clearly the driver was drunk. The van stops at the checkpoint and I go over to the driver's seat, expecting to see some drunken father or something, instead, it was a kid. A girl, thirteen. She was scared as hell."

"What was a kid doing driving around at two in the morning?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Sam said, shaking his head at the memory. "I was about to ask her when I noticed the woman in the passenger's seat; turns out it was her mom. Apparently the mom stopped by a bar on the way home from picking the kid driver up from a friend's house. She left the kid, Annie, and her two little brothers in the car while she got drunk. They were locked in the van for hours before their mom came back and passed out. Annie found her mom's keys and attempted to drive home. She probably would have ended up killing them all if not for the sobriety checkpoint."

"Oh my God!" Andy gasped, horrified. "That's horrible!"

Sam merely nodded, agreeing.

Another car approached. Andy quickly perked up, now on high alert. She took a couple steps towards the vehicle and waited for the window to roll down before speaking. "Ma'am, have you had anything to drink today?"

"No officer, I haven't." The business woman responded, not seeming bothered by the question.

Andy glanced around the car and subtly sniffed the air. It was clean and free from any alcoholic smell. She forced a smile. "Thank you. Have a nice day."

As the car drove away, she could feel Sam's eyes on her. "What?" Her hands flew up in surrender.

He shook his head, acting nonchalant. "Nothing, just find it amusing, that's all."

"Find what amusing?"

"You—hoping something exciting will happen. You're waiting for that one car… you're waiting for your own Annie, aren't you?"

Andy groaned. "No," she responded, her voice not at all convincing. "That's ridiculous."

"Mmm-hmm, and yet that's exactly what you're thinking." Sam stated.

She glared at him, knowing he was right. "I'm so pathetic! I should be happy that nothing exciting has happened, right? Boring is good. It means nothing bad is happening. I can handle boring, I am so a fan of boring."

"Yeah, sure. You and boring are like this." Sam held up his hand, crossing two fingers.

Andy rolled her eyes and hid a smile. "Shut up."

"Here comes another car, McNally. Be careful, it might be too boring for you."

The brunette cop shook her head again and turned her attention to the approaching car. She held up her hand for the driver to stop as she began walking towards the car. To her surprise, the vehicle did not slow down, instead, the driver must have stepped on the accelerator as the car lunged forward, barely giving her enough time to jump out of its way. She quickly scrambled to her feet, watching the vehicle drive away at a speed she couldn't even estimate. She was so focused on getting the license plate that she did not register Sam's voice until he placed his hands on her arms, forcing her to look at him.

"Are you alright?" He demanded to know, his voice laced with concern.

She nodded profusely, though not sure herself. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." She was out of breath, but pumped with adrenaline.

"Get in the car," Sam ordered, already making his way to the driver's seat.

She quickly followed, jumping into the passenger's seat and strapping on her seat buckle. She reached for the radio while Sam stepped on the gas. "Dispatch, this is 15-09; we have a uh… a 510 that passed through out 11-95 checkpoint. It's a black Maxima, license plate is one, alpha, seven, three, six, zero, alpha. We're in pursuit."

"Ten-four." Dispatch responded.

Sam turned on the lights and sirens before stealing a quick glance at his partner. "So much for boring, huh?"

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