Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue. If I did the show would definitely be different lol

Author's Note: So I told you there might be a sequel and here it is. I was contemplating not writing this because the show has obviously taken a much different direction than my story but I know that sometimes I like reading stories that take different directions than what's already been laid out so some of you might take an interest in this. Hope you like!

Andy McNally had been living with Sam Swarek for two weeks already. That's two weeks of bickering, awkward run-ins, teasing, mild flirting, and nearly unbearable sexual tension at times. She was living on his couch and unfortunately for him, making his living room her own personal bedroom. Watching TV was practically an intrusion to her even though it was his house. But he'd requested her presence and she'd followed through in chipping in for groceries no matter how many times he objected. She even came with him both times he'd been out just to make sure he used the money she gave him. They ate breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, shared a bathroom and the only time they weren't together was when they were sleeping or the night that Sam went to Jerry's for a poker night. Albeit to say, they had been forced to gain a whole new level of comfortability with each other very quickly.

The rules had been set the morning after she'd moved in. They sat at the small wood table in his kitchen, pushed up against the island, leaning over their bowls of cereal, and Andy initiated what they now referred to as "The Rules Talk." "Last night I said how we were going to need some rules if I was going to move in here." Sam didn't say anything but looked up at her after putting a spoonful of Cheerios into his mouth. She paused, also putting a spoonful of cereal into her own mouth before continuing. "I think we should discuss those now before we get too comfortable with this situation," she stated around her Raisin Bran.

After swallowing another bite, Sam leaned away from the table and turned more towards the brunette sitting across from him. "Fire away, McNally."

"Since it's your house I thought you would start," she commented feebly, sitting up a little straighter and looking around the kitchen awkwardly.

"You're the one who wanted the rules, McNally, not me. You start and if I think of something I want to add I'll let you know." They hadn't talked at all when they'd gotten to his house the night before. The last time she'd been there was during the blackout and that hadn't turned out well. They'd also been tired and Andy had pretty much just left Luke without letting him know where she was going; talking hadn't really been high on their priority list. Sam still felt a little on guard around her after she'd completely ripped into him just a few days before. He would look out for her, no matter what she did, but he knew her emotions were running high after all she'd been through; he didn't want to give her another reason to rip into him.

"Well," she started, still not looking at Sam. "You were nice enough to let me stay here until I can find an apartment of my own and that's how this arrangement is going to stay. I just broke up with Luke, my fiancé, after finding out he cheated on me, from you ... I can't really handle anything more than a friend-slash-roommate right now." She finally allowed herself to glance at Sam, afraid she'd hurt him by shutting him down before he'd even tried. Truthfully, he was; was he ever going to get his chance to be with her? It always seemed to be the wrong timing with them and now, after all he'd done for her, and she was literally so close, it still wasn't going to happen. But, of course, he understood. He couldn't see how he wouldn't understand. So he just nodded to her first rule, letting her know that he respected it.

She waited another guilty looking beat before she continued. "I know you have ..." she paused, blushed profusely, and looked even more desperately around the kitchen than she had been before.

"Spit it out, McNally. What do I have?" Sam was an impatient man and he was hesitant to find out what this thing he had was; it could lead to an awkward conversation, but he wouldn't lie and say that the amount of discomfort she was feeling wasn't entertaining. His smirk ghosted across his face as she continued to look anywhere but at him.

"Needs," she finally said. "You have needs and since I won't be the one ... satisfying them, I know there'll be other women ... doing that." Yeah, this was an awkward conversation. There was a long pause in which Andy didn't know how to go on and Sam had no idea what to say. Finally, Andy recovered a little and continued. "So, when you have an ... itch ... or whatever, um, it would be great if you either went to her place or let me know that you're going to be using the house. Although I greatly appreciate your hospitality I don't really want to be surprised by ... that, either the night of or the morning after." A sigh of relief escaped her lips but the tension was still thick between them.

Sam's smirk had disappeared and in its place was a frown. "Look, Andy," he started, rubbing his face, frustratedly, with his hands. "Yeah, I'm a guy with needs but how often do you really think I ... scratch the itch?" The woman across from him shrugged slowly, her brown eyes looking scared. "Not very often. It's not that I don't have the need it's just that I'm not the kind of guy who has a one night stand. I'm more for a casual relationship and if I find someone while you're living with me, which I doubt, you'll be the first to know and we'll work something out. But I haven't had a casual relationship in a while and I don't see it happening anytime soon. I'm comfortable with how things are right now." The last part was a little bit of a lie; he was comfortable not having a casual relationship, he wasn't happy he wasn't having a real relationship with Andy.

"Okay," Andy said quietly. The tension had dissipated but only slightly. "I don't want to talk about Luke," she said, gaining a little more confidence. Sam just nodded; they'd practically spent their entire partnership talking about Luke in the squad car, he was more than willing to not talk about him.

"And, finally, if things get too uncomfortable between us in any way -"

"Sexually," Sam clarified smugly. He was back to being entertained.

Andy shot him an exasperated look before narrowing her eyes. "In any way," she said stubbornly. "We need to have a code word or a sign letting the other person know that we're uncomfortable."

Sam's face told her he thought she was crazy. "A code word or a sign?" he chuckled at the thought. "McNally, this isn't sexual harassment, this is just two people living together. We should be able to be adults about it."

"Sam, when have we ever been adults about anything that involved our feelings for each other?" The question kind of took Sam off guard. She was right, of course, but this might've been the first time she'd ever admitted that the feelings were mutual. No second guessing or hiding behind pretenses; she'd come right out and said there were feelings.

"What are your suggestions, McNally?" he grumbled.

"Well ... I think just a gesture would look really stupid so a word would be better." They both sat there in silence while Sam let Andy think; he wouldn't be coming up this 'code word.' "It can't be too obvious but it can't be random either." Another minute of Andy thinking. "Red light!" she burst suddenly.

Instead of being startled, Sam just quirked an eyebrow. "What?"

"Like green light, yellow light, red light? If either of us gets really uncomfortable with something the other is doing then we'll just say 'red light' and we'll know to stop what we're doing. It's simple, easy to remember, doesn't sound too ridiculous and gets the point across. It's perfect!" A smile grew on her face as she put a big spoonful of Raisin Bran in her mouth.

"Okay sexual stop light," Sam chuckled at her excitement, "are there any more rules?"

Andy thought to the ceiling as she chewed. "Not that I can think of," she finally said, swallowing.

"Okay, then it's my turn. I only have three and they're all very simple. First things first; don't touch my truck. You know that thing's my baby and although I've let you drive it before I'm not itching to make a habit out of it. No driving my baby." He pointed his spoon at her for emphasis.

Andy rolled her eyes. "It's a truck, Sam, and I'm a good driver."

"You could be professionally trained for all I care," Sam said shaking his head. "She's my baby and I'd like my baby to be alive and in pristine conditions at all times."

"What if you're dying and the ambulance can't get here fast enough," Andy said, trying to beat him at his own game.

"There's a hospital right down the road, Andy," Sam countered with a confident smirk on his face.

"What if we're somewhere that isn't close to a hospital and the ambulance can't get there fast enough and you're dying and the only option is for me to drive you in the truck?" She was reaching, they both knew it, but she also had a point even if the odds of it happening were slim.

Sam sighed, only slightly defeated, "Fine, McNally, if I'm dying and we're nowhere near a hospital, the ambulance can't get to us in time and the only way I'll live is if you drive my truck then, fine, you can drive my truck." A triumphant smile spread across Andy's face. "But only then," Sam reminded with a smirk.

Andy stuck out her tongue, took another bite of cereal and stated, "That was only one, you said you had three."

"Number two," he began after swallowing a mouthful of Cheerios, "No going through each others' stuff; if we want to share something personal, we'll share it, otherwise it stays private." This time Andy only nodded; she could understand that. Although she didn't have anything deeply personal in any of her boxes, she didn't exactly want Sam seeing her tampons. She also knew that Sam was a particularly private person; it'd taken a long time for them to get comfortable with each other and she knew that she was unaware of a lot in his personal life, she knew there'd be things she might never know.

"And three: if I host a poker night you have to be out of the house and all your," he paused and motioned towards the living room, waving his spoon around, trying to find the right word, "stuff has to be hidden."

"Hidden?" Andy asked skeptically. She knew that Sam would want her things moved out of the way, neatened up considerably, but hidden?

"McNally, it's a guy's night. Have you ever wondered why we hardly ever go to Oliver's? Because there's not only a female, but children. We're usually out in the garage at his place. My place has always been a man's place and I'd like to keep it as close to that as I can, especially when the guys are over. So, yes, hidden. I don't even want to see your toothbrush in the bathroom."

"Where am I supposed to put it, Sam?" Andy burst.

"The closet, the garage, the attic; wherever you can find space," Sam said, noncommittally, taking another bite of his breakfast.

"You're not kidding," Andy stated in near disbelief.

Sam shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe about the attic part, but only if all your stuff can fit in the closet and garage."

Andy sat back in her chair, staring at him. "What if I want to have Traci over for a girls' night? Do you have to throw all your stuff in the attic?"

"I don't really think I can shove the whole house in the attic, McNally," Sam pointed out in the most serious tone he could muster. He was teasing her but it was his house; there was no way he was going to move all of his guy crap just to accommodate her. When she continued to stare at him he appeased her, "I'll clean up my stuff but it is my house; none of it's going anywhere."

She could understand that. At least he wasn't kicking her out. "Okay, fine. I'll abide by this last rule. Is that it?"

"If we need more rules we'll apply more rules but right now, yeah, that's it." Sam finished his breakfast and made his way to the sink with his bowl.

Andy swallowed the last bite of her own breakfast and followed Sam to the sink. He was already filling his bowl with hot, soapy water when she reached around him and put her own bowl in with his. "Careful, McNally," he said with a smirk upon feeling her body press innocently against his back. She looked up at him confused, stopping her movements. "You're slowly approaching red light territory."

At first Andy blushed, but then she realized he was just being an ass, rolled her eyes, and walked into his bedroom. "I'm taking a shower," she commented over her shoulder, intentionally sending images of her hot, wet, naked body bursting through Sam's mind. Sam groaned to himself, scrubbing harder at the porcelain in his hands. Damn these rules.