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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue. I promise.
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A/N: Wow ... thanks for all the reviews, favorites, and alerts for my other stories, guys! You're amazing! You make me wanna keep writing and writing and writing!
Alright, this one comes from the idea that, what if Andy had believed Sam when he told her he was a cop. This one'll be a couple chapters long.
I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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She had them by the fence, but he knew that he couldn't let her arrest him. She was new - that was why she didn't know who he was. But he couldn't exactly explain the situation in front of Pedro.
The second she put her gun away, he made a run for it, charging through the alley. He thought he might actually get away, but she was fast. She caught him after only twenty feet, tackling him to the ground.
He grunted in pain from the contact on the ground. Through the pain, he could feel her hand on his chest, holding him down.
"Don't move!" she shouted to Pedro- as though the simple power of her voice could keep him from jumping ship and leaving him there. "Get back to the fence, right now!"
"You don't wanna do this," Sam told her in a quiet voice.
"Shut up!" she replied, turning him over.
"Trust me, ah!" he groaned, his body still sore. "I'm serious, you gotta trust me here, okay?"
"Shut up," was all that she said in response. "Resisting arrest, fleeing the scene," she listed off, her hands sliding down to check him. If the situation weren't so dire, he'd make a comment about her feeling him up. She then found the drugs in his pocket. "Ah. Possession." She continued checking him, turning him over despite his calls of protest. "Where's the gun?"
"I don't have a gun," he told her quietly, glancing back at Pedro. "I'm on the job."
Andy opened her mouth to tell him 'not anymore', but something stopped her. She'd heard that phrase before ... her father had told her about it. "What?" she asked him, hoping that he wasn't saying what she thought he was saying.
Sam clenched his jaw. "I'm a cop. I'm working undercover, through the 15th division," he explained. "You arrest me, you destroy eight months of undercover work."
Andy's hand gripped the cuffs she'd placed on him, struggling between the two choices. "Dammit," she whispered, panting heavily. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Well, you could just trust me," he tried.
Andy shook her head. "No ... you say you're out of the 15th?"
He nodded. "Yeah, but I'm on loan with the drug squad."
Andy chewed on her bottom lip. "Who's the staff sergeant in charge?" she quizzed him.
Sam rolled his eyes nearly all the way into the back of his head. "Boyco," he told her. "Happy?"
Andy didn't let go of the handcuffs, but knew that he'd given her the right answer. At the very least, that proved he was familiar with the officers at that division.
Sam groaned again. "Look, Bambi, we don't exactly have time to discuss this all day. You need to let me go."
Andy looked over her shoulder at the guy who was attempting to get away again. "Hey, back on the fence, now!" she ordered him. He quickly complied. Looking back at him, she nodded her head. "Okay, what's your name?"
"Why?" he asked her.
"So I can confirm your story once I get back to the station," she informed him.
He rolled his eyes, but answered, "Sam Swarek." He glanced at her uniform. "McNally?"
She nodded. "Yeah, but it's Andy, not Bambi."
"We'll see," Sam told her. "Look, you can't just let me up, he'll know something's up."
Andy sighed worriedly, her breath still coming in short pants. "Well, what do you suggest?"
He gave her a pointed look.
"Oh," Andy spoke softly. "Right, of course."
Sam felt bad for her. She was clearly a rookie, and her training officer had left her to the wolves. "Look, I'll go easy -"
Andy shook her head. "No, you gotta make it look real."
She's a trooper, I'll give her that, Sam thought. "Alright ... ready?"
Andy took a couple quick breaths, then looked down at him. "Okay ... front or back?"
Sam answered, "On my back."
Andy nodded, carefully sliding the key for the handcuffs into his hand. "Okay ... I'm ready.
That was all the warning that she had, as a second later, his legs came up to push her off of him.
She fell to the side, but knew that it had to look more real than that. She stood back up with him, and made a show of trying to grab him again.
Sam whispered, "Sorry," before his leg came around once more. He aimed for her chest, but he caught a bit of her chin, causing her to shout out in real pain. "Shit!" he whispered when she went down.
Andy crouched on the ground, holding her jaw. "Just go," she told him in a quiet, but gruff voice.
He threw one last look at Pedro who was watching the scene lay out before him, and then he took off down the alley.
Andy got to her feet, her jaw throbbing. She turned to see the other guy running down the alley, the opposite way that Swarek had gone. She sighed, making her way back to the building. I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do ...
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All in all, the day hadn't gone as horrible as she'd thought it would. An anonymous tip had been phoned in, telling them about another suspect. When Andy had gone to try and find the abandoned gun, she'd found him, and had arrested him. Her training officer had gotten trouble for leaving her on her own, but when they'd brought in the suspect, things had smoothed over a little.
Andy had indeed confirmed that Sam Swarek was an undercover cop, and Boyco had commended her for letting him "do what he had to do" to get away.
She had planned on meeting her friends at the Black Penny for a drink, but ended up just calling it a night after her shift. She just wanted to relax and think about making it through the next day.
She was pulled out of her thoughts by the buzzer, signaling that someone wanted her to let them into the apartment building. "Who is it?" she asked, letting go of the button.
After a short pause, a voice answered, "Your tackle dummy."
She recognized his voice, wondering what he was doing her apartment. "What are you doing here?"
"Do you think we could have this conversation inside?"
She figured it wouldn't be good for him to be seen outside her apartment, so she buzzed him in, and then waited. It wasn't long before he knocked at her door. Andy opened the door for him, allowing him to step in quickly. "So, this isn't breaking your cover?" she wondered.
Sam grinned a little. "I know how to lose a tail, even if I was being followed. Besides, no one would know what apartment I was coming into."
Andy nodded.
"Anyway, I didn't really come over here to talk about that," he told her.
"Then what did you come here for?"
Sam looked around at her apartment. "Nice place."
Andy sighed, waiting.
"Look, I just wanted to see if you were okay, alright?" he informed her. "Things got kind of out of hand, and I wanted to make I sure I didn't hurt you ... too badly."
Andy's expression softened quickly. "Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm sorry for chasing you down."
Sam shrugged his shoulders. "You were just doing your job. Your training officer never should have left you. Besides, my cover didn't get blown, so everything worked out for the best."
"Well, I'm happy about that," Andy admitted. There was a long moment of silence, where the two just stared at each other, until finally Andy spoke again. "Can I get you something to drink?"
He slid off his jacket, slipping it over the back of a chair. "Sure. You got a beer?"
Andy nodded, smiling as she moved into the kitchen.
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End of chapter one.
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