Hey guys! So I was watching one particular McSwarek fanvid because I am a terrible student who doesn't do her homework, and at the beginning of it was the really cute scene at the opening of episode 11...which inspired this little ficlet.

So, as always, please review, they make me so happy! Hope you all enjoy! xx


"It's a door McNally - knock, it opens," Sam said as he breezed by his rookie, flashing her a cocky smile over his shoulder. He slowed down and turned around as he took in her face which held a mixture of annoyance and hurt. "You alright?" he asked, his smile slipping to concern.

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, nothing ten hours on the job can't fix," she said sarcastically.

He nodded slightly. "Yeah, be careful with that, if you put on the uniform to get away from your life," he paused to nod at a passing colleague, "it makes it harder and harder to take it off." He ended with a sigh and a little smile that told he knew first hand the consequences of that.

She snorted, her lips curving into a small smile. "Well thank you for your concern, but I have no problem taking it off." Her smile grew larger as if to reassure him she didn't need her hand held.

The smug grin on his face alerted her to the rather massive double entendre that her words contained. Her smile fell as she struggled to remedy what she had just said.

"I mean..." she said, biting her lip, "you know what I mean," she said, placing stress on nonessential words with a frustrated toss of her head. Her eyes widened in embarrassment as she brushed past him. He didn't answer, just turned and watched her walk away with that same smile on his face, his eyes dipping slightly lower to stare at her ass as she retreated from sight.


Eleven hours later, he sat on his couch, slouching as he watched the flickering images on the TV screen run around hitting and tackling each other, and glanced at the clock for the seventeenth time that hour. A knock made him sit up and walk, rather briskly, to the door.

"You're late," Sam said with a grin, leaning against the wood frame with one arm.

"I'm ready to take it off, Officer Swarek," Andy purred, entering the house and pushing him against the wall, covering his mouth with hers. He responded more than willingly, running his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips. He began trailing his lips down her neck to her pulse point, the staccato rhythm along with her soft moan making him all too eager to do exactly what she had just said. He pulled her into him and spun her around so that now she was the one pressed against the wall.

"I believe you said something about taking it off," he breathed into her skin. "Care to show me?"

She laughed softly as he lifted her onto his hips and kissed her fervently.

"Your wish is my command, sir."