Author's Note: Back with the next chapter fic! This one is set after 1.13 Takedown. It is based around the lyrics from one of my absolute favorite songs, "Falling Slowly." It's not necessary for understanding the story, but if you haven't listened to it, I would highly suggest it! I hope you guys enjoy this story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or the rights to the song "Falling Slowly", which was written and performed by Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová.

Chapter 1: I Don't Know You

I don't know you

But I want you

All the more for that

Jerry stepped through the door of the Penny and quickly scanned the room before making his way over to the bar. "Hey McNally," he said, "Callaghan wanted me to tell you that he was running late."

Andy gave him a confused glance as he took his coat off and sat down next to her. "Okay," she replied with a shrug, "Well Traci wanted me to tell you that she was running late too. She'll be here soon though."

"Guess it's just you and me for now," Jerry said, signaling the bartender over. "You want something?" He asked.

Andy held up the beer that she was drinking. "I got an early start," she said without apology.

"Long day?" He asked.

Andy nodded slowly; unsure of why Jerry had chosen to sit next to her, why he was engaging her in conversation. They weren't exactly friends. "Long week," she corrected warily.

The bartender set Jerry's drink in front of him and he picked it up and swirled it before taking a sip. The alcohol burned on the way down and he cleared his throat before agreeing, "Yeah, it has been."

Andy took a sip of her beer before cutting her eyes over to him again. He was sitting there, casually drinking his scotch and acting like the whole exchange was completely normal.

Whatever, she decided, turning her attention back to her beer. She should have started with something stronger.

"I know it's been a couple of days," Jerry said, interrupting her thoughts. "But you did really good with the UC thing. Great actually."

"Thanks," Andy said crisply, staring down at the counter of the bar.

Jerry nodded, "I should probably apologize for what I said before." She turned to him and raised an eyebrow. "About the hooker detail?"

"It's okay," Andy conceded with a wave of her hand. "I was pretty terrible."

"Well, you made up for it."

"I guess I'm not completely useless," Andy replied, a bite to her words.

Jerry looked over at her, surprised by her tone. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You didn't think I could handle the undercover op. You didn't think I could handle interviewing Rebecca's mom." Andy turned on her stool to look at him. Maybe it was the alcohol that was already in her system or maybe it was just that the week was catching up with her. Either way, she decided not to mince her words. "You haven't exactly been my biggest fan."

Jerry laughed humorlessly and then pursed his full lips. "I could say the same thing about you. You don't like me very much, do you?"

"It's not that I don't like you," Andy said, getting to what she knew he was talking about, "It's just that Traci's giving up a lot to be with you again." She narrowed her eyes at him, "I hope it's worth it. I don't want to see my friend get hurt."

The sound of the door opening got both of their attentions and they looked over to see Sam enter the bar. He glanced around and when he saw the two of them sitting together he shot them a slightly confused smile, darting his eyes back and forth between them. Jerry nodded over at him and held up his glass in acknowledgment. Sam just shrugged before heading to sit with Oliver and Noelle.

"That's understandable," Jerry said, addressing Andy, watching as her eyes followed Sam's movements across the crowded bar. "But I guess could say the same thing. I don't want to see my friend get hurt either."

Andy tore her eyes away from her partner to look back at Jerry. "Oh?"

"I hear you're moving in with Callaghan."

"I didn't realize you and Luke were friends," Andy said.

Jerry shook his head. "We aren't."

"So...?"

"He wasn't who I was referring to." Jerry said, tipping his glass pointedly.

Andy eyes swept in the direction he was pointing and landed on Sam. She watched as he laughed at something Oliver said, the smile breaking the tension that had tightened his features lately. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said after a moment. "Sam and I are friends."

"See, that's exactly why I don't trust you."

Andy whipped her head around to look at him. "Excuse me?"

"You either can't see what's right in front of you or you choose to ignore it," Jerry told her. "Either way, its not exactly stunning police work."

She shook her head. "You don't know what you're talking about. I'm with Luke. Sam's fine with it."

"Have you told him about your soon-to-be living arrangements?"

"Not yet," she admitted. "I just haven't had the chance."

"You guys rode together today," he pointed out.

She shrugged, looking down. "It didn't come up."

"Want to know what I think?" Jerry asked.

"I'm sure you're going to tell me," Andy said, taking a sip of her beer. Jerry didn't respond right away and eventually she looked over at him.

He caught her gaze and raised an eyebrow. "I think you're afraid to tell him."

"Well, you're wrong," Andy replied. "I'm not afraid to tell him. Besides, he's not going to care."

It was a lie. He absolutely was going to care, and she knew it.

"Let me ask you this McNally," Jerry said, slightly condescendingly, "Are you always this naïve?"

"Are you always this much of an asshole?" She retorted quickly.

"Yes," he stated plainly.

Andy shook her head, agitated. She caught his gaze and narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to figure out how to respond. "Well," Andy said, taking a long pull of her beer, "For someone who's so concerned about me hurting their friend, you really do a stellar job of it yourself."

It was Jerry's turn to be offended. "Excuse me?"

"You're one to talk about not hurting him," she accused. "Rebecca Lee?"

"What about her?"

"You don't think it hurt him that you kept second guessing him?" Andy asked, on a roll. "That you fought him on every decision he made? That you didn't trust him? That you brought in Luke of all people?"

Jerry's shoulders slumped slightly. "You talked to him about that?"

"No, he never said anything about it," Andy said, shaking her head. "But maybe I know Sam better than you think I do."

"Sammy's a big boy McNally," Jerry said, "It was just work. He can handle it."

"I know he can," she said, "That doesn't mean that you weren't a jackass."

Jerry's eyes widened. "Are we name-calling now? Because I can think up a few names for you."

Andy took a deep breath. "No, sorry." She signaled the bartender and held up her empty bottle, requesting another one.

"I know about the blackout Andy," Jerry told her.

"Of course you do," Andy said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure Sam had some choice words for me."

"Sam wasn't the one that told me," Jerry said, "He wouldn't do that."

Andy thought for a moment, "Traci?"

Jerry just nodded.

"Perfect," Andy said as the bartended handed her another beer. She took a long pull from it before looking over at him.

"Believe it or not," Jerry said, his tone softening, "I didn't sit down here to argue with you."

Andy snorted. "Could have fooled me."

"I read over Ricky's statement from the other night today," he told her, "I know what you did."

Andy remained silent, staring down at the drink that was in her hands.

"It was a big risk you took, walking out while he was pointing a gun at you."

"He was too scared to do anything," Andy asserted with false confidence. "Besides, Sam's my partner. He would have done the same thing."

Jerry nodded, "In a second."

Andy sighed and took a sip of her beer. "What's your point?"

Jerry turned to Andy. "Sammy not only would have done what you did, he would take a bullet for you any day of the week. And if you think that's just because you're his partner, you obviously don't know Sam as well as you think you do."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she said for the second time that night.

"Yes you do," Jerry challenged.

Andy looked down and cleared her throat. "Has he said something to you?"

"No. But I'm a detective Andy," Jerry told her, "I'm pretty good at finding out things people don't want me to know."

Andy looked over at Sam who was talking with Noelle. He took a sip of his beer and glanced over at her, catching her staring at him. His eyes widened slightly when he noticed but he just grinned cockily at her from across the bar.

She just gave him a small smile in return, before turning her eyes away.

"Look, Andy," Jerry said, observing the exchange. "Despite what you may think, Sam's my best friend. He's the most stubborn person that I know, but he's also the most loyal. He makes a decision and he sticks with it."

Andy nodded, agreeing with his assessment.

"And for some reason he's decided to sit on the sidelines," Jerry said, "And for the life of me, I can't figure out why."

"Maybe its not what you think," Andy said. "Maybe you're wrong."

"Maybe," He conceded. "But I don't think I am. If he knew I was telling you this, I'm pretty sure he'd kick my ass. In fact, I'm certain he would."

"So why are you telling me?"

Jerry shrugged. "I'm tired of seeing him get hurt."

"I'm with Luke," Andy protested weakly.

"I know." Jerry said.

"He's a good guy," she said.

"I'm not saying he's not." Jerry said, "I don't have the answers for you Andy."

"Well thanks so much for your help," Andy said sarcastically.

"Look, it's pretty obvious that you're just as stubborn as Sam is and for some reason you've chosen Callaghan. Why you're fighting like hell to make it work with him is beyond me," he said, "but it's none of my business."

"You're right, it is none of your business," Andy said indignantly, "None of this is."

Jerry rolled his eyes, "Please. You never hesitate to get involved in my relationship with Traci, don't act so superior."

About that time, the door to the bar swung open and Traci walked in. She scanned the room and when she found them she smiled and began pushing her way over to them.

"If you want to act like there's not something between the two of you," Jerry said quickly, before Traci reached them, "Then that's your business. But just know that you're only seeing what you want to see. And you better tell him about moving in with Callaghan soon, before he finds out from someone else."

Traci made it over to them and planted a kiss on Jerry's cheek. "Hey guys," she said, grinning widely. "What did I miss?"

Andy was reeling from their conversation so she could do little more than smile while Jerry hooked his arm around Traci's waist and tugged her close. "McNally and I were just talking. You want a drink?"

She shook her head. "We need to go pick up Leo."

Jerry nodded and stood up from his seat. "Andy," he said with a smile, "It was nice talking to you."

Andy fought to keep her expression pleasant. "You too. Goodnight guys," she called after them as Jerry led Traci away with a hand on the small of her back.

Traci turned back to her friend, "Goodnight!"

Andy watched them leave before shifting her attention over to Sam. Her head was still spinning from what Jerry had told her, what he had insinuated, but she tried to push it away. She knew Sam. She knew that they were just friends.

Sure, it'd been a little disarming how naturally she had slipped into the role of Edie. To pretend to be his girlfriend, the woman that he loved. To be the woman that loved him. Maybe the words had come just a little too easily when she had been trying to sell their relationship to Angel.

And maybe when he'd kissed her it felt more like Sam saying goodbye to Andy than Gabe saying goodbye to Edie.

But they were undercover. It was all just an act. One that they were very good at.

Besides, he had been the one to push her back to Luke every time she voiced a doubt about their relationship.

And yet, she still hadn't been able to tell him about moving in with Luke. Couldn't quite bring herself to do it.

She watched as Sam listened with rapt attention to Oliver as he regaled them with a story from his day, undoubtedly about how Epstein had screwed something up. His eyes twinkled with amusement, either from the story or the way Oliver was telling it. When she noticed the way his t-shirt pulled over the muscles of his back when he crossed his arms in front of his chest she made herself look away, only to look right back a couple of seconds later. Sam laughed at something and shook his head, catching her eye.

He cocked an eyebrow at her and one side of her mouth tugged upwards into a half smile that didn't reach her eyes. His brow furrowed and, discerning that something was wrong, he nodded to Noelle and Oliver before excusing himself and making his way over to her.

"McNally," he greeted, sitting down next to her.

She turned in her seat to face him, smiling. "Sam."

"Everything okay?"

"Yep, fine," she lied.

His forehead creased like it always did when she said something he didn't quite believe. "You and Jerry seemed to be deep in conversation over here."

She shrugged. "We were just talking."

"Oh." Sam grabbed her bottle and took a swig from it, winking at her in the process.

She wrinkled her nose and took it back from him. "Hey, that's mine."

"I just wanted a sip," he protested with a grin. "I didn't even put my lips on it."

Almost unconsciously Andy found herself looking down at his lips, the lips that had been on her own just a couple days before. She swiped her tongue across her bottom lip before catching it between her teeth.

Sam noticed but refrained from saying anything, just coughed to get her attention. He smirked as her eyes flew up to meet his. "Where's Callaghan?"

"He should be here any minute," Andy said, glancing towards the door. "Jerry said he was running late."

Sam nodded and then raised an eyebrow as the door swung open. "Speak of the devil…" he said, watching as Callaghan entered the bar.

Callaghan saw the two of them sitting together and smiled tightly. "Sammy," he greeted coolly when he reached them.

Sam fought to keep from rolling his eyes. He hated when Callaghan called him Sammy. "Callaghan," he said, returning the greeting. "How's it going?"

"Good," Luke said, dipping his head down to kiss Andy.

Andy kept her eyes open when Luke kissed her and knew she didn't imagine seeing the warmth leave Sam's brown eyes at the display of affection. The way his face fell slightly, almost imperceptibly, caused her stomach to twist.

Maybe Jerry was a better detective than she gave him credit for.

"Luke," she said quietly, gently pushing the blonde man away from her. "You ready to go?"

He nodded swiftly. "Yep." He helped her shrug her coat on and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"See ya, Sammy," Luke called with his back already to the other man.

This time Sam did roll his eyes, an action that Andy didn't miss. "Goodnight, Sam," she said before allowing herself to be led away.

"See you tomorrow McNally," He replied, raising his hand in a slight wave.

Luke pushed the door open and before she stepped through it she glanced back to see Sam sitting by himself, holding his hand up to get the bartender's attention.

Shaking her head, she stepped out into the cold night's air and made her way over to Luke's car. Just when she thought they were finally getting things worked out, finally settling into comfortable roles in each other's life, stupid Jerry had to come along and say…

Well, say everything that he had said.

Maybe he was right; maybe she was being naïve, seeing only what she wanted to see.

Maybe she didn't know Sam as well as she thought she did.

She didn't want to admit it, but that thought alone scared her and excited her all at the same time.

"Andy?" She heard Luke say, interrupting her thoughts. "You okay?"

She realized that he was standing there with her door held open, a puzzled expression on his face. Giving him what she hoped was a reassuring smile she replied, "Yep, great," and slipped into the car.