Thanks to svugirl25 for suggesting this story idea. I had a lot of fun exploring what would have happened if Sam and Andy decided to run off together during their suspension. For the purpose of this story, both of their suspensions were three months, and I tried to be as realistic as possible with Sam's injuries/healing, but don't shoot me if it's not 100 percent accurate. :) The story is set during the suspension, so nothing from S3 has happened yet, but I've borrowed some lines/conversations from S3.

This story will be a few chapters and I'll be updating pretty quickly. Reviews are wonderful, so please let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.

Chapter 1

"What happened?" Sam asked as Andy walked toward his truck.

"I got suspended," she said sadly. "You?"

He glanced away from her, pissed at himself that he got them both in trouble by calling her back to his undercover apartment. "I got yelled at…and then I got suspended."

"Sam," she said breathlessly.

He didn't know what she was about to say, but didn't want to hear her apologize, so he spoke before she could. "Wanna try being normal together?"

"How are we gonna do that?" Andy asked, her lips slowly curving into a smile.

"I don't know. I have no idea," he replied, smiling. He didn't really know what normal was, but what he did know was he wanted whatever it was with Andy. "Need a ride?"

She nodded and opened the door of his truck. She didn't ask where they were going when he pulled out onto the street; she already knew. Alarm bells were going off in her head. They weren't supposed to be seeing each other, but at this moment she didn't care. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as his eyes remained focused on the road.

Both exhausted from the last 48 hours, they didn't talk much on the ride to Sam's or as they changed out of their clothes and collapsed onto his bed. Wearing one of his black t-shirts, she curled into his side, mindful of his injuries. She just wanted to feel him under her hands, know that he was still alive. "I'm glad you're okay," she whispered.

"I'm glad you're here," he whispered back.

Soon, the only thing that could be heard was their breathing as they both fell into a deep sleep.

They woke up the next morning as sunlight filtered through the curtains of Sam's bedroom. Andy laid on her side, tracing his bruises with her fingertips. "We're being incredibly stupid...again," she said, looking over at him.

Sam sighed. He'd been watching her and knew her eyes held more than sadness about his injuries.

"Why's that?"

"You know why." She flopped on her back and stared at the ceiling. "I shouldn't even be here. Three months, Frank said three months."

"They'll never know." He started to roll on his side so he could face Andy, but grimaced from the pain and quickly laid on his back again.

"Frank said no contact. I don't know how to do that. I don't know how not to see you. I don't know what I'm supposed to do," she admitted. She didn't want to come across as needy, but she had to be honest with him. Three months was a long time and they had to figure out how they were going to stay away from each other to save their jobs.

"We could run away," he said, grinning when Andy glanced over at him. He was only half joking.

"Sam, we've been suspended for conduct unbecoming. We get caught and we'll never be cops again. I love my job. I need to follow every rule, show I can keep my emotions in check, prove to them I deserve my job back." She rolled onto her side, propping her head on her hand so she could look at Sam.

"I get it. All you want is your job...but all I want is you." He let out a frustrated sigh and pushed himself off the bed before she could respond. He padded into the bathroom to get more pain meds, hoping it might also help the new pain forming in his heart. She'd said she wanted to be normal together, but less than 12 hours later was already second-guessing her decision.

Andy followed him into the bathroom and pushed herself up onto the counter next to the sink. "That's not fair. After everything, I can't believe you'd think that."

"What am I supposed to think? We finally have a chance to be together and you want space." He popped two pills in his mouth and took a drink of water. Crumpling the empty paper cup, he tossed it in the trash can.

Andy sighed. She didn't want space, but it was being forced upon them. If it was her choice, she'd spend every day of the next three months with Sam. Frank's voice echoed in her head - conduct unbecoming, unprofessional, tribunal deciding her fate. But then she looked at Sam. She thought about what she almost lost and how she wasted so much time pushing her feelings for him aside. She didn't want to waste more time. She wanted to be with him now. She didn't want to wait. "You're serious about running away?"

"Yeah, I am."

Andy swallowed thickly and closed her eyes. She couldn't believe she was seriously entertaining the thought of running away with Sam. Running away from their problems, violating their suspension, lying to their friends. When she opened her eyes, Sam was standing directly in front of her and she searched his face, wondering if he was thinking the same thing. She refused to let herself overthink this. "Okay. Where will we go?"

Sam's eyes widened in shock. He was positive the words were only in his head and she hadn't said anything. "What?"

"How will we do this? Where will we go?" she asked, smiling.

He placed his good hand on the counter, brushing against her bare leg, and leaned in pressing his lips to hers. "You sure about this?" She nodded her head. "You were right before. We're being incredibly stupid. No one can know. Not even Nash."

"I don't want to be miserable, thinking about you and missing you every day. I want to do this. But how do we keep it from everyone when we both leave town?"

Sam got a playful grin on his face. "We treat it like an undercover op. Create a plan, our stories, stick to it and then go hide away for three months."

Andy grinned and circled her arms gently around his body. "So, we're really doing this?"

"We are."

When his stomach rumbled, Andy giggled. "Maybe we should create a plan for breakfast first."

Sam backed up, so Andy could hop off the counter. They headed to his kitchen to find something edible in his nearly bare cupboards and began to craft their plan.

"You ready for this?" Sam asked as they stood near his front door more than two hours later; his hands around her waist, hers linked behind his neck.

Andy nodded and then heard the beeping of a car horn. "That's the cab." She leaned in to kiss him. "I'll see you in three days."

"Three days," he confirmed.

"Take your meds. And don't overdue it." She was worried about him - the bruises darkening with every passing minute, the brace hiding what happened to his wrist.

"I will." He opened the door and watched Andy walked toward the curb. She turned, throwing him a smile, before getting into the cab. When it was out of sight, Sam closed the door of his apartment and went off to find his suitcase.

When Andy's cab pulled up to Traci's, Andy kicked herself for not getting her own place sooner. She just hoped she'd gotten better at lying as she walked in to face her best friend.

"Andy! Where have you been? You didn't, you know..." Traci rushed over to her friend the moment she walked in the door.

"Hey, Trace. No. I, uh, spent the night at my dad's. I just, you know, didn't want to face anyone after everything," Andy quickly replied.

Traci narrowed her eyes, but decided to give her friend the benefit of the doubt. "It's going to be okay. Three months will pass by quickly."

"Yeah, I know. I, um, I'm thinking of getting out of town. You know, keep the temptation further away," Andy said, sitting on the couch and pulling out her laptop.

Traci plopped herself down next to Andy. "I guess that's one way not to violate the rules. Where are you gonna go?"

Andy pulled up a travel website, so she could start looking for plane tickets. "I was thinking of heading up north, this place my dad and I used to go to. Do some hiking, canoeing. Being alone, it'll give me time to think. I just, I can't stay here."

Traci put a comforting hand on Andy's shoulder. She could tell her friend was nervous and figured she was worried about Sam moving on. "You know he'll be here for you when you get back, right? He cares about you. He'll wait."

"I know." Andy bit her bottom lip and continued scrolling through airfare. "Do you think you could drop me at the airport Friday afternoon?"

"Sure. How long are you going to stay away?"

Andy shrugged her shoulders, following the plan her and Sam had developed that morning. "Maybe the whole three months. I just don't want to come back here and be tempted."

"Well, whatever you need, just let me know," Traci said, getting up from the couch. "I have to get to the station." She put on her coat and had her hand on the door when she turned back to Andy. "You're doing the right thing."

Andy smiled. "Thanks. See you later, Trace."

When Traci was gone, Andy began booking the reservation for the cottage they were going to rent in Temagami. It was part of a large resort, but secluded so they'd be on their own most of the time. This wasn't camping, but the city boy was going to be face to face with wilderness and just thinking about that made Andy smile. With her flight and the cottage booked, Andy began to make a packing list, so she wouldn't forget anything.

When Sam heard a knock on the door, he wondered who it could be and was happy to see Oliver standing on his front stoop. "Come on in, Ollie."

"Thought I'd check up on you," he said, glancing around the apartment as he walked in.

"She's not here."

Oliver held his hands up in defeat. "Just wanted to see how you were, make sure you were managing on your own okay." As much as he wanted to check on the well-being of his friend, he also wanted to make sure Andy hadn't come over. He knew they cared about each other, but he wanted them both to get their jobs back. As he sat down on the couch, he saw an airline reservation lying on the coffee table. "Where you headed?"

"Out of town. I can't just stay here. I won't know what to do with myself for three months, or how to stay away from her," he replied.

"Vancouver, huh?" Oliver said, reading the destination on the confirmation. Sam was glad they'd decided to book him a fake ticket in addition to his real destination, otherwise Oliver would likely have put the pieces together quickly.

"Yeah, figure I'll relax in luxury for a while, travel around a bit, maybe hit the states, then stop by Sarah's once my bruises heal," he said, gesturing to his wrist and face.

"Sarah would kill you if she knew you were hurt."

"Exactly why St. Catharines will be last on my list," Sam said. "Hey, you think you could drop me off at the airport Thursday? I'd hate to leave my truck there long-term." He could easily take his truck, but he and Andy decided it was better for both of them to have alibi's that they went to the airport alone on different days. Just in case anyone raised any questions.

"Yeah, sure, not a problem." Oliver waited a moment before addressing what he thought was the elephant in the room. "So, uh, McNally know you're going away?"

"Haven't talked to her since I booked the ticket." It was true. He hadn't talked to her since he booked the ticket half an hour earlier, and Oliver didn't need to know, couldn't know, they'd concocted this plan together.

"So, you two…are you, uh, you know…I thought with everything that happened..." Oliver was used to teasing Sam about his former rookie, but getting serious was harder for him to articulate.

Sam knew what his friend was getting at, despite fumbling over his words. "I guess we'll see what happens in three months."

"Alright then, I'll just get going," Oliver said, standing up. "I'll see you Thursday."

"Tell Zoe and the girls I said hi," he said as they walked to the door.

It was good to see his friend, but Sam was glad when Oliver left. The less he had to lie to him, the better.

Andy stepped off the plane at the North Bay Airport and made her way through the small building to baggage claim. A grin erupted on her face when she saw him standing there in his classic jeans, a red shirt and his leather jacket. Her eyes narrowed seeing him wearing sunglasses indoors, but she quickly realized it was probably to hide the bruises around his eye. "Hi," she said once she walked up to him.

He wrapped his good arm around her waist and pulled her close so he could kiss her. When he pulled back, he nudged her nose with his. "Hi."

A loud buzz interrupted them, indicating the luggage from her plane was about to come out and they walked over to the carousal. As she watched each suitcase come out, she looked for hers. "Did you enjoy your night in North Bay?"

"Not as much as I'll enjoy it now that you're here," he whispered in her ear. She blushed, but glanced up at him and smiled.

"There it is," she said, pointing to her suitcase. Sam made a move to grab it until Andy slapped his hand away. "You're injured! I've got it." She dragged it off the baggage carousel clumsily, almost hitting an old lady standing near her.

"Watch it McNally, we don't want to send anyone to the hospital," he teased.

"Shut up," she said playfully, and began wheeling her suitcase outside. It wasn't until then she realized Sam had his own suitcase with him. "You brought it with you?" she asked, pointing to his suitcase.

"Figured we could head right to the car rental and start driving to Temagami, rather than stop back at the hotel," he said, pointing to where the cabs were lined up.

"Good idea. I just want to get there and relax."

"Let's go then," he said smiling.

They quickly made their way to the rental car office and began the hour drive up to Temagami. It was a fairly quiet drive and Andy enjoyed being in the driver's seat for once. They chatted about the beautiful scenery and what they might do over the next three months to explore the area. When they got to town, they stopped for a quick dinner and then stocked up on items at the grocery store before heading to the resort's administrative office to pick up the keys for the cottage they'd rented.

It took another 20 minutes to maneuver the back roads lined by forest and locate their cottage hideaway. This resort in particular was well-known for its secluded camp grounds and cottages, which was one of the reasons Andy choose it. Even though they were hours away from Toronto, she had this nagging fear someone they knew would run into them and blow this whole thing.

Andy got out of the car and looked at the cottage, a good-sized wooden structure with a large picture window in the front that looked out to the forest. She walked up the few steps to a small porch and noticed piles of wood stacked in the corner. Glancing up, she saw the top of a stone chimney on the side of the building.

Sam followed her, with a hand on the small of her back as she unlocked and opened the door to the cottage. She couldn't believe how cute it was. "It's just like in the photos," she squealed. To the left of the door was a small living room area, with a couch, television, a couple of bookcases and the fireplace. Tucked against the wall to her right was a kitchen that was rather large for a one-room cottage like this. In the back left corner was a luxury bed that looked so comfortable, she couldn't help but run over and jump on it. "Comfy!" She continued to survey the room. The door to a small bathroom, another door to what she assumed was a closet and a large dresser occupied the wall across from the bed. "I love it," she said, as Sam walked over to her.

"I'm glad. Now can we get the stuff from the car before it gets dark and bears decide to sneak up on us?" Andy wasn't sure if he was being serious and she broke out into a fit of laughter.

"You really are a city boy," she managed to get out between laughs. He rolled his eyes and simply watched as she bounced off the bed and headed out to their rental car. He followed, popping open the truck so he could access their suitcases. "Sam! You shouldn't be lifting those."

"Andy, I have a few bruises, I'm not broken. I can handle our suitcases. You get the groceries," he said, before pulling her bag out of the trunk.

She stood watching him, nervously biting her bottom lip. As he lifted the suitcase up the stairs, she was ready for him to yell out in pain or collapse in front of her. She knew she was probably overreacting, but she also knew he was not telling her the full extent of the injuries. When he reached the door of the cottage, she finally turned around and plucked the grocery bags out of the backseat.

Half an hour later everything was inside and the groceries were unpacked. Andy began to unpack her suitcase, but stopped when she saw the beautiful sunset out the large window next to the bed. Sam walked out of the bathroom to find her standing there. "Hey," he said quietly as he walked up to her.

"Hey," she said, as his hands circled her waist from behind. He pulled her until she leaned back against him. "We have three months of this." She waved towards the beautiful scenery in front of them.

As wonderful as the sunset was, Sam had other things on his mind, as this was the first time they'd been together and alone in days. He kissed her earlobe softly, hesitating briefly before he placed another kiss on her neck. "Sam..." Despite her attempt at a protest, she tilted her head so he could easily continue placing kisses along her neck.

"Mmmhmm," he mumbled against her skin. His kisses made her feel like she was drowning. She felt heavy and incapable of doing anything but stand there in his arms. She fought to open her eyes and turned around, placing her hands on the nape of his neck. She was about to say something, but Sam silenced her words by pressing his lips against hers. His good hand traced the side of her body as it came up to cup her cheek. When the need for air became too great, they parted and Sam pulled back only enough so his eyes could roam her face.

"Sam," she said breathlessly. "I want to but, I could injure you more. We have to wait."

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead on hers. "I know." Even breathing heavy was making his abdomen scream out in pain. Well, that and the fact he probably shouldn't have been lifting their suitcases, but he'd never admit that out loud.

She shifted so she could lay her head on his shoulder and circled her arms around his back. He closed his eyes as he felt her steady breath on his neck and brushed his fingers against the bare skin of her lower back where her shirt had ridden up. They stood like that until the sun disappeared below the horizon and the only light came from a small lamp casting an orange glow throughout the cabin.