Hey guys! I'm back to do a series of oneshots detailing situations with Andy and Sam. Each oneshot will house a completely different scenario, none of which are related. If you don't really get it, I'm sure you will after the first few.

Anywho, please read and review and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Sam stayed at the Penny stoically drowning his sorrows in scotch until pretty much everybody headed home for the evening. The bar was almost empty, save the ten or so other patrons nursing their drinks as they stewed in silence. Liam tried talking to him when he served Sam his last scotch for the evening.

"Waiting on somebody?" he asked, grabbing a glass and filling it with a finger of scotch before setting it up on the bar, obviously knowing just exactly who Sam was waiting for.

Sam lifted his gaze and sighed. "Yeah."

Liam studied the man before him, taking in his defeated expression and hunched shoulders. "You sure she's coming?"

Usually Sam would be the first one to tell somebody to piss off when they asked personal questions, but something about that night was different. The high alcohol level in his system led him to act differently and actually open up a little. Sam shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know," he admitted, "I thought she would."

Liam nodded and grabbed a towel to start wiping down the bar. It was silent for a minute as Sam sipped his drink and Liam cleaned. Sam was about to get up and shrug his jacket on when Liam spoke again. "How long you gonna wait for her?"

Sam just looked at him for a second and then reached for his glass, downing the rest of his scotch in one swallow. He looked back at Liam and shrugged, giving an indefinite answer, and proceeded to stand up and grab his jacket off the back of his chair and make his way to the exit.

Sam had been asleep for a few hours, resting on his stomach with his head buried under his pillow, when his phone rang beside him on the nightstand. Without moving or rolling out from his position, he slid his hand out from under his pillow over to the table and grabbed his phone. He still had his eyes closed when his thumb found the answer button and he pressed it against his ear.

"Yeah?" he mumbled roughly into the phone.

When there was no response for a few seconds he tried again. "Hello?"

Then he heard it.

"Hey," she spoke quietly into the phone.

Sam recognized her voice immediately and sat up, glancing over at the clock. It was 3:07 in the morning, why would she be calling this late?

"Andy?" He questioned, which he mentally kicked himself for, he obviously knew it was her.

"Yeah." She confirmed.

"What are you – are you okay - ?"

She cut off his line of questioning, "Yeah I'm fine. Don't worry." She hesitates for a moment, unsure of where go next. She had had a plan in mind for what she was going to say when she called him, but now that they were actually on the phone that plan was getting harder and harder to stick to. So instead she just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I just wanted to say sorry."

That caught him off guard. Sorry for what? Last time he was keeping check, he was the one who had stuff to be sorry for, not her.

"For?" he questioned, confused.

"I would have come tonight, but I couldn't."

Sam brought his hand up to rub at his jaw, the guilt suddenly resurfacing. He cleared his throat before speaking slowly. "Andy, I told you I was gonna do everything. I want this to work, I –"

"No, no. Not like that, Sam," she cut him off. "I literally, geographically could not make it."

"What's that supposed to mean? Where are you right now?"

"Um, well, you see, I can't tell you that. It was something last minute and I didn't have any time to say goodbye to anybody or else I would have showed up, Sam, I really would have."

Sam closed his eyes for a second and sighed before asking the question he feared he already knew the answer to. "Callaghan's taskforce?"

He sensed her reluctance to tell him through her silence on the other end of the phone. "Andy, you can tell me, it's fine."

She still didn't say anything for a few seconds, which gave him his answer. He knew that meant she was going to be gone for a long period of time. Weeks, months, maybe a year.

"Can you do me a favor?" She asked next, purposely not answering his previous question.

He replied without hesitation, "Anything."

"Can you tell my dad? Nick's only letting me call one person tonight, and somebody needs to let my dad know."

The information that Collins is with her should have unsettled Sam less than it did. He had seen them at work, he even heard something mentioned during parade about being 'breakup buddies,' and if he was honest, it had unnerved him a bit. But that kiss he had witnessed that afternoon between Collins and Peck made it clear that Andy and Nick were just coworkers.

"Yeah, I can do that," he answered easily. He laid back against his pillows and stared up at the ceiling as he spoke. "Can you do me a favor then?"

"Uh, maybe," she replied, a bit of unease creeping into her tone.

"Maybe?" He questioned, a grin pulling at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm not exactly in a place to be doing people favors, Sam. I'm not even supposed to be calling you, let alone letting you know what I'm doing. I could get in huge trouble for –"

"Andy, Andy. Woah, slow down. I know, okay? I know what a big risk it is for this to be happening right now, alright? I know." Sam hadn't expected that his comment would spark such a fury from her and felt a little bad.

"Okay then." She said curtly and listened to the tense silence that had taken over their conversation. After a few moments curiosity got the best of her. "So, uh, what's your favor? Maybe I can make it work."

"Well, it's not really a favor. It's more of a promise."

She didn't really have time for him to step around what he wanted to say. "Come on, Sam. Spit it out, I don't have a lot of time before Nick is gonna want to call Gail."

He sighed, "Just promise me you'll be safe."

That wasn't what Andy had been expecting, not really. Of course she was going to try to be safe, it's not like she walked into dangerous situations every day just for kicks. She knew he worried about her constantly, but danger came with their profession and she couldn't do anything to fix it. It's just the way it was, plain and simple.

Instead of telling him that, she decided to comfort him and not piss him off. "Yeah, Sam, I'll try."

Sam was going to respond when he heard a knocking on the other end of the phone and listened as Andy spoke to someone quietly in the background, who he assumed was Collins. He heard the door creak shut and Andy spoke once again.

"That was Nick, I have to go."

Sam nodded, even though she couldn't see, and couldn't help the overwhelming sense of worry he had for her. "Okay."

Andy bit her lip and asked warily, "So I guess I'll see you when I get back?"

"Yeah, I'll be here." His immediate reply made a huge smile break out over her face. He was going to wait for her.

"Okay," She said softly, getting ready to hang up.

"And Andy?"

"Yeah?" She replied, cursing herself for the abnormally high pitch her reply came out at.

"I meant what I said to you earlier tonight, seriously." He paused for a moment, "I love you."

Andy's smile widened, "Love you too, Sam."

Sam smiled as the knocking in the background sounded again and Andy spoke quickly. "Okay, now I really gotta go, I'll see you when I get back. Bye."

The beep in his ear signaled the end of the phone call and Sam took his phone away from his ear, unable to keep the smile off his face. Liam's question popped back in his mind as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

Yeah, he would wait as long as it took for her.

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