A/N AAAH! My first Rookie Blue fanfic! I'm so excited to share this with you. I absolutely LOVE the show and Sam/Andy are such a dynamic couple. In this story, the timeline is kind of off, I'm using the events from the show, but I'm just putting them where/how I want them. I hope you enjoy! And reviews are always nice! Love, Inspire-Smiles =)

She bit her lip and stared at the clock, the green numbers glaring at her. 3:03am. It was late. She hoped he would answer. No, she hoped he'd stay asleep. She couldn't decide. She should hang up the phone, it was the middle of the night for god's sake. He was going to be so mad. If he was cranky after poker night, this would be way worse. Okay, she was totally over thinking this, it had already rung three times, he wasn't going to answer anyw-

"Hello?" a groggy voice came over the phone, slightly raspy from sleep.

"Sam?" she asked quietly, embarrassed and relieved at the same time.

Sam sat up a little straighter, rubbing drowsiness out of his eyes. He looked over at his clock and groaned inwardly before concern overwhelmed his irritation. "What's wrong McNally? Are you okay? Did something happen?" The words came out in a rush.

Andy laughed nervously, trying to smooth her messy bed head, "Everything's fine. But you told me to call if I needed anything. And I know it's late. And you were sleeping…"

"McNally. Andy. Take a breath and just spit it out," he instructed good-naturedly, although with a tinge of impatience.

"I can't sleep," she mumbled quietly.

The line was silent.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have called, it was stupid. I'll just see you at work tomorrow."

"Are your lights off?"

"What?" she asked, confused.

"You can't sleep with the lights on, obviously. And I did tell you to call whenever."

"Oh."

"It's not for you, McNally. You're a pain when you're tired. And now I'm going to be tired. So I'm not dealing with a whiny rookie tomorrow," he declared, and while she couldn't see his face, she could just imagine the smirk on his face.

She couldn't help but laugh quietly at his dig. If anyone was cranky when they were tired, it was him. But she was the one who woke him up at 3, so she wasn't about to argue.

"Thank you, Sam."

"For what?" he asked her bemusedly.

"For not hanging up yet," she grinned.

"Yet. Don't push it," he shook his head. This girl… "So are your lights off?"

"Mmhm."

"Are you in bed?"

"Mmhm."

"Get comfy," he told her, imagining her fidgeting and rolling around, the rustling from the phone further proving his theory.

"Okay, I'm comfy."

"Now close your eyes."

"I'm not four, Sam," she complained, her lips pouting slightly as she spoke, the phone on speaker beside her pillow.

Sam rolled his eyes, "Do you want my help, or not?" Her overdramatic sigh echoed through the phone and he smirked.

"Fiiiiine," she mumbled like an obnoxious teenager, reluctantly closing her eyes. "They're closed."

It was then that Sam realised he had absolutely no idea what to do after that. Nobody called him if they couldn't sleep.

"This was your grand plan? To close my eyes? I thought you were going to give me some cool Swarek secret," she teased him, breaking the silence.

"Right. You're awake because you did such a good job of making yourself fall asleep," he retorted sarcastically, a little annoyed.

"Okay, okay. I'm sorry."

The line fell quiet again.

"Tell me a story."