A/N: This story is based on an idea I've been toying with for some time, but I felt like I hadn't developed it enough to start writing.

As I was trying to study for my chemistry exam, procrastination kicked in and I decided to just start writing and developing it as I wrote. This didn't leave a lot of time to study as I whipped up the first five chapters in one day. The exam went well though, so no worries ^^

This is the result. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as you enjoyed my first story "Undercover", it's quite different.

The story is finished, ten parts in total. I will post the parts as I did with my previous story, meaning 1 per day until all are posted because that gives me time to come up with and write a new story while posting the finished ones^^

This story starts the summer after 1x13, and takes place from Andy's point of view.

Feel free to review, good or bad, I just want to become better at writing =)

Rating: T (Due to some swearing)

Pairings: S. Swarek/A. McNally + Some J. Barber/T. Nash + some L. Callaghan/A. McNally (not in a good way)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or its characters or anything related to the series in any way, shape or form.

GREY SWEATS AND A BLUE HOODIE

PROLOGUE

She didn't know what she was doing there. Why she had run from the suburbs all the way into the city. The house had been so big and she had been alone.

Again.

Luke had called as she walked through the door telling her that he had gotten a lead on a cold case and wanted to stay at work to get caught up. She had decided to go for a run to let off some steam at being left alone in the large house for the third evening in a week. For some reason she had never stopped running. Not until she recognized where she had run to. And now she was standing there, dripping with sweat, in front of Sam Swarek's door.

She raised her hand to knock, but stopped right before her hand connected with the wood. She couldn't do this. Why was she there? She was just supposed to run around the block, not end up in the city, let alone on Sam's front steps.

She'd zoned out as soon as her running shoes had hit the pavement, just letting her mind focus on the repetitive sound of her feet hitting the ground. Somehow her subconscious had taken over and led her there.

Maybe it was because he always listened to her. No matter what she had to say, he always lent an ear. Even if he whined about it sometimes she could still tell he was listening intently, well, except for the few times he was ignoring her. He could even tell when she was the slightest bit upset about something. Like the time Dov had taken her coffee out of her hand and drunk it without even asking. She had thought she was over being annoyed with Dov when she got into the squad car, but Sam had seen it.

She raised her hand to knock once more, but again she stopped before her hand touched the wood.

She shouldn't be there. She lowered her hand and turned around starting to descend the steps. She was getting off the last step when she heard the door knob turn. She stopped mid movement, but her weight was already moving forward causing her to fall. She yelped and managed to turn in the air so that she ended up sitting on the ground facing the door. As the person behind it heard her yelp, it opened quickly revealing a dark haired boy. Her estimate had him pegged probably around thirteen.