Hello again, ff world! This is just an excerpt of a story that I'm thinking of writing. If I get popular demand and positive feedback, then I'll probably turn this in to a multi-chapter fic complete with Andy's academy days and Sam being a teacher in a totally different environment. And not to mention, a ton of other juicy stuff. I've enlisted the help of Balladofbliss to help me out a little with this, too, so a big thanks to them as well.

Let me know what you all think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue

When Andy walked up to Oliver after the third day of class to ask him something, he ignored her question and looked at her for a few seconds.

"Are you Tommy's kid?"

Andy had broken eye contact for a second, somewhat surprised and debating whether or not to lie. She decided to tell the truth. "Yeah."

The less they could talk about her father the better. She had hoped that by going to a different division than her father after she finished at the academy would get her away from the reputation of her dad. Never had she expected that the shadow would find her there at the academy.

Shaw nodded, "Mm. You know, he was my training officer. I haven't seen him in forever though."

Andy started to nod, sensing and hoping that this conversation would be over soon.

"Hey, how's he been anyway?"

Andy hesitated. How had her father been? Well, aside from being in the hospital that previous month after having a beer bottle smashed against his head and breaking his nose in a bar fight, he was just peachy. This time, she decided to lie. It was much easier to say he was fine and doing well than to share what was really going on.

"He's fine. Doing great."

Oliver looked at her for a second like he didn't really believe her. It was a well-known fact that Tommy McNally was forced to retire due to his alcoholism. Oliver doubted whether any of that had changed since Tommy's retirement. Sensing it was something she didn't want to talk about, he let it go.

"Well, just tell him I said hi."

"Will do." And with that, Andy turned on her heel and headed out of the classroom.

A few weeks later, Andy was awoken by the sound of her front door shutting harshly, a sharp contrast to the peaceful blanket of morning sun and coffee aroma that had been bathing her apartment.

When she got out of bed and stumbled sleepily to her kitchen for some coffee, she heard her phone vibrate somewhere in her living room. The previous night's events flashed though her mind and a small, dirty smile overtook her sleepy features as she remembered Ryan's persuasiveness and cute boyish smile, the one that could get her to do basically anything, anywhere. Too tired to look for it at that moment, she went about getting coffee and showering, preparing for the day ahead. Later as she was waiting for Traci, who was now five minutes late, she heard it vibrate again. She stuck her hands in between her couch cushions and looked under the pillows. When that didn't turn her phone up she got on her hands and knees and looked under the couch. After no luck, she tore off all the cushions and threw the pillows on the ground. Alright, then she started to get seriously frustrated. And where on earth was Traci? They were going to be late if she didn't get there soon.

Andy put the cushions back in place and reset the pillows, ready to give up and search later when she got home. She put her hands on her hips and blew out a frustrated breath, about to turn and walk away when something caught her eye. It was her jeans, shoved underneath one of her armchairs, with one of the legs just barely sticking out into the light. She bent over, yanked them out from under the chair and searched the pockets.

At last, she found it.

She flipped it open and found a missed call and a few texts from Traci.

Hey, Leo has the flu this morning and I have to take him to his dad's for the day. Won't be able to give you a ride. Sorry!

"Shit," Andy swore under her breath. She grabbed her backpack and jammed her feet into her tennis shoes before rushing out the door.

She raced down the hallway, out of breath and a sheen of sweat on her forehead. She burst through the classroom door and immediately looked to the front of the room for Shaw. Neither he nor his usual bag of donuts were anywhere to be seen. Her eyes flicked over to the clock; 8:02. Hmm.

Class was officially supposed to start at 8, and it was unusual that Shaw was late.

Ignoring the curious looks thrown her way, she crossed the room and took a seat at the desk next to Traci. Traci smirked over at her. "Andy McNally," she said in a mock-stern voice. "Cutting it a little close aren't we?"

Andy huffed out a breath. "Don't even start with me."

"What? I texted you like an hour in advance and told you that Leo was sick and couldn't give you a ride."

"Yeah, but I couldn't find my phone anywhere and –"

Traci raised her eyebrows, "Where'd you find it?"

Andy looked at her as if she had two heads, "What?"

"The phone. Where did you end up finding it?"

"Umm.." Andy hesitated, starting to understand where Traci was going with this. She broke eye contact and looked around the room and replied quietly. "Under one of my living room chairs."

Traci couldn't stop the grin from overtaking her features. "Oh yeah? How did it get there?" She let the question hang as Andy seemed to ignore her. "Does it have to deal with some crazy sex with a certain someone named Ryan?"

Andy's head whipped around to her, "How do you know about that?" She hissed.

Traci chuckled, "I didn't. But that look on your face tells me everything I need to know."

Andy didn't have time to respond when the door to the class was ripped open and a man made his way to the front of the room. She looked him over from head to toe, taking in everything from the scowl on his face to the way his boots quietly squeaked against the tiled floor as he walked.

She leaned over to Traci. "Where's Shaw?"

Traci just shrugged her shoulders as the man took his jacket off and blew out a frustrated breath. Andy couldn't help her gaze from floating to his rather large biceps on display in the grey shirt he wore. He tugged his sleeves up to his elbows before clearing his throat to get everybody's attention.

"I'm officer Sam Swarek. And due to an unfortunate turn of events yesterday, I will be replacing Officer Shaw as the instructor for this class."