For You.
Words: 823
Couple: Nick Collins and Andy McNally
TV Show: Rookie Blue
Disclaimer: All characters and quotes you recognize do not belong to me.
AU 4x11.
Established Nick/Andy.
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Moving from the bathroom back into the bedroom, Andy is manoeuvring her way through boxes of random bathroom clutter and towels. It had barely taken a week for both of their apartments to be sorted through and packed, many items being tossed out or sold as to not fill the house with duplicates of unnecessary items. But the process of actually moving into the house and unpacking was taking much longer than that.
All of the necessities were set up, they'd decided on taking the larger room that was upstairs, and had put his bed in there, hers downstairs. Dressers were put back together in their chosen bedroom, and the kitchen boxes unpacked. And even through the mess of moving boxes and newspaper pages scrunched and left lying around in places, Andy adored every inch of the house.
Everything from its crème coloured walls, to the polished floorboards. The slight creak in the staircase, the stained-black kitchen countertops and the concrete back-yard patio. It wasn't really theirs, buying a house this early in a relationship so incredibly stupid. But there was no possibility of either of them having regrets about going into this, the matter of the fact being that life had simply gotten in the way.
Nick was assigned to Traci Nash's operation, and was working nights doing surveillance and not coming home until the early hours of the morning. To make up for the short-staffing the operation was doing to 15, many of their officers, Andy included, were pulling double shifts throughout the week to keep numbers up. If Andy McNally hadn't been living on coffee before this, she most definitely was now.
Stopping short of the bed, she eyes the man lying there on his stomach appreciatively. That man, for all intents and purposes, was hers, and that thought alone was enough to bring a smile to her face. He loved her, oh God, did he love her. It was the kind of love that left her breathless and weak at the knees at times, and it was everything she needed.
Andy shakes her head, moving to the bed and crawling up and over him. Stopping, her palms pressed against the mattress on either side of him, she lowers her head to whisper a greeting in his ear and press a kiss to his neck.
"Come on, get up," she encourages him.
"No."
"Yes, come on. It's 8 o'clock."
Nick groans, burying his face into the pillow, "No, no, you have to go away, you have to take your horrible talky, talking mouth away me."
Having moved to kneeling beside him, Andy shrugs, pulling her still wet hair together in her hands and leaning over his back. Ringing her hair out of him, she laughs as he pushes himself up in shock. Climbing over him, and hopping off the bed, Andy looks over her shoulder and watches him rearrange himself on the bed so he's facing her on his side comfortably.
"What time did you get in last night?" she asks, picking up the hairbrush of the dresser and watching him in the mirror.
"You don't remember?"
"Oh I remember. Quite vividly," Andy assures him, pulling the brush through her hair, "I just don't remember what time it was."
Moving, Nick looks away to the drawn blinds and squints, before turning back to her, "two-thirty, or three. Operation ran a bit late."
Puling the brush through her hair a few more times, trying to move it all to one side, Andy meets his eyes in the mirror and frowns at him. The distant look in his eyes as he stares at her usually means trouble, trouble that generally makes them late for work.
"What?"
"Nothing."
Andy turns to him, "Seriously Nick, what's that look for?"
"No reason, I'm just happy I guess."
Her frown deepens, and he only chuckles at her as she starts to walk towards the bed.
"This is a first for me, not jumping head first into something serious," he explains, his hands moving to hold her waist as she sits down on the side of the bed, "And going the way we have has done us pretty well, I think."
"Nick. You were engaged."
"And at some point so were you," Nick reminds her with a smile, hand moving to release the hairbrush from her fingers, "But I certainly jumped straight into that relationship with Gail, and I hear you were no better."
Andy laughs, shaking her head slightly with a smile, because there is no way she can argue with that truth.
"I don't totally hate it, as a matter of fact."
She scoffs, "Is that so?"
"100 percent truth, Officer McNally," he tells her, his tone going from playful to serious, and a hand reaching up to play with the ends of her wet hair.
"Good."
He smiles at her, and it's contagious. She loves this man, oh God, does she love this man.
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We're going to try for an update every Monday. And should I stray, I'm sorry (in advance)
Just the heads up, I feel like after the end of this particular piece, this saga we've had may be over. Simply because while I would enjoy it immensely, I do not at this point in time have the motivation or strength to rewrite the entire season 5/6 stuff, and after I finish writing this story it may just be the odd one-shot every once in a while until life calms down. I have some stuff on hold and I never get the chance to sit down and write for them because I'm constantly starting new things, so I need to get life back on track, then revisit the old half-written, left abandoned pieces of work before I try my hand at another multi-chapter.
So when this finishes in say 10 or so weeks, this may be it for this little relationship we have McCollins family. I shall make the end as good as I can c:
I'm going to say, having almost finished writing this story, I am quite happy to leave the way it is. I actually adore some of the little titbits I have written in this one. I'm pree excited to unleash them on the world, if I must say so.
Thank you!
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