Last Night Last
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue
This is my first fanfiction so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. I got the idea for the story after listening to Lady Antebellum's song of the same name as the title. Hope you enjoy!
As her shift ended like any other day, Andy left Sam as she walked straight into the barn towards Luke's office to see if he would be ready to drive home soon. In the months following her undercover operation with Sam, she had moved in with Luke and as a result it caused a rift in her partnership. In Sam's opinion, Andy was playing dress up living with Callaghan, doing what she did best. Faking it.
Andy walked up to Luke's office door and lightly knocked, "Hey, I'm just going to shower but then we can go."
"Actually I'm neck deep working on the Wilson case, can you just get Traci to drop you off again?"
It was the second time this week alone that Luke was once again staying late to work on a case. Andy was starting to get tired of constantly bugging Traci for a ride, especially since she knew she was driving her completely out of her way and that she had Leo waiting at home.
As Andy turned and walked out of Luke's office she just rolled her eyes as per usual. Her dampened mood was noticed instantly by Sam who couldn't help but comment.
"Awww, trouble in paradise with the roommate?"
"Not tonight Sam"
"Oh come on McNally, can't you just take a little joke once in a while?"
"I'll think about that on my long walk home"
"McNally you do realize its -15 outside, you'll freeze before you even make it around the block."
"You're right...I guess I'll just call a cab"
"If you need a ride you know you can just ask me right?"
"As I recall, your exact words were the suburbs are only for soccer moms and golf playing CEO's."
"Just because I don't want to live there doesn't mean I can never drive there. So I'll meet you by my truck in 20?"
Andy weighed her options and made up her mind. "Sure"
Andy showered quickly and packed her bag not wanting to be late getting outside and give Sam something to complain about, especially when he was doing her a favour. When Andy got outside Sam was already outside and had started cleaning off the thin layer of snow which had quickly accumulated on his truck in the short amount of time they had been inside.
"They say we're supposed to get another 20cm tonight. The joys of Canadian winter," Sam said sarcastically.
Andy simply smiled as she threw her bags in the backseat of the truck and waited for Sam to finish so she could get to the quiet of her large home.
They were both silent for the first 10 minutes of the drive but once Sam realized that the snow was getting heavier, the traffic was getting even worse, and that they weren't getting anywhere close to Andy's house anytime soon, Sam decided to break the ice.
"You're lucky you have such a nice partner or else you would have definitely lost a few toes by now or you would have to take out a small loan to cover your cab fare."
"Ya, I guess... Thanks by the way."
Sam could tell something had been bugging McNally since the moment she left Callaghan's office, in fact something had been off for the last few weeks.
"What's up with you McNally, are you now realizing that living this far away from the station during the winter kind of sucks?
"I guess... It kind of sucks all year round too"
She had finally admitted it. She was regretting moving in with Luke. She was shocked she had admitted that fact to herself, let alone to the very reason why she was so regretful in the first place.
Sam could see the wheels turning within his partners head. She had finally slipped and stopped faking it. He wanted to know more about how she was feeling, since she seemed to be in an honest mood, but he knew better than to push his luck.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"It's nothing really, it's just for the last couple weeks things have been really busy for Luke and I've had to ask Traci for a ride. I'm starting to think that getting my own car is my only option."
Sam was baffled by Andy. She was twisting the situation to make it seem as though it was her fault.
"Well it's not your fault that Callaghan chose to buy your love nest near the forest and not civilization. He should have thought about the fact that you don't have a car before you guys picked up your keys."
Those exact words came back to haunt Andy as it reminded her of when she agreed to live with Luke after the undercover operation. She had regretted a lot of things starting from that night, including not admitting to Sam that she was faking it with Luke, and how much she had wished it was them moving in together, not her with Luke. But as per usual Andy continued to fake it and followed in the motions trying to convince herself that living with Luke would make her happy.
"Well at least he made a move."
It was a direct blow towards Sam and they both knew it. Sam decided to stay silent for the rest of the drive and focus on getting her home safely in the bad weather rather than arguing with Andy.
Thanks to the snow a drive that would have usually taken 20 minutes took almost an hour and the snow was showing no sign of stopping. As Sam pulled into the driveway and turned off his truck, both himself and Andy turned and started talking at the same time.
"It's ok, you go first," Sam said.
"I was just going to say thanks for the ride and that I feel bad for making you drive all the way out here with all of this snow."
"It's okay really. I offered. Anyways, I was wondering if you needed help clearing your driveway cause it's going to be impossible to shovel if you don't get a head start before it all falls. Plus maybe if I kill some time then hopefully the snow will start to ease up."
As much as he hated himself for doing it, Sam couldn't once again help but to offer to help Andy in any way he could.
"Sure, thanks that would be great. While you do that I can whip up something for dinner. If you're half as hungry as I am after that drive then I know you must be starving."
Andy opened the garage door and handed Sam a shovel before entering the house to start making spaghetti for dinner. It was one of the few things she knew how to cook and it was the only one she did well. It wasn't until she started making garlic bread as well that Andy realized she was genuinely trying to impress Sam. As she was in the middle of stirring the sauce Andy could hear her cell phone ringing from inside her coat pocket. As she ran to answer it she noticed Sam looking at the collection of pictures hung in the hallway leading for the garage to the inside of the house. She held up a finger signalling that she would talk to him in a second before answering her phone without even looking at the caller I.D.
"Hello?"
"Hello to you to stranger. Did you get home safely? Traci's little car must have had a hard time getting through all that snow."
Andy debated telling Luke the truth; that in fact Sam's truck had made it through the snow perfectly fine, but she decided against it making a mental note to tell Traci that she had 'driven' her home.
"Oh ya it did. But I'm here safe and sound so nothing to worry about. What about you, what time are you finishing up?"
"That's the main reason I'm calling. There's so much snow in the city that they closed highway 400 so I can't get home. A few of us are going to spilt a hotel room for the night and try to get some sleep before starting again on the case bright and early. You should try and get some sleep too; I imagine tomorrow's going to be busy out on the streets."
"Probably, well I guess I'll be seeing you tomorrow then."
After Andy had said that it sparked Sam's attention to the conversation. He wasn't one to ears drop but he couldn't help but over hear that Luke wouldn't be coming home.
"Nite, bye"
As Andy hung up her phone she could notice Sam peering at her out of the corner of his eye while trying to pretend to admire the pictures on the wall.
"The 400's closed, so it looks like you might be stuck here for the night."
"Well it's a good thing then that you cooked dinner at least. So McNally, what did you make that actually smells half decent?"
Andy was surprised by the fact that Sam didn't seem to be fazed by the fact that he would have to spend the night in the suburbs which he disliked, in the house she shared with a man he disliked even more. He was focused the most on feeding his appetite, such a typical man Andy thought as she rolled her eyes towards him.
"Well you will be happy to know I made my famous spaghetti. Dov begs me to bring him leftovers of this stuff all the time so you're in luck."
Sam started scooping himself a helpful portion while Andy started searching through the fridge looking for something.
"Ah Ha," Andy said as she located the parmesan cheese and a bottle of red wine.
"And what do we need all that for?"
"You can't eat spaghetti without parmesan cheese and well I'm pretty sure this bottle of wine is the only alcohol we have in the house and you can't expect us to watch the hockey game without some kind of booze."
The pair sat down on the couch in front of the TV and enjoyed their dinner together, talking casually during commercial breaks, laughing and genuinely having a good time with each other's company. Before they knew it their bottle of wine was done and the game was over.
"Well since I cooked you have to wash the dishes," Andy said with a wink directed towards Sam.
"What do you mean, this mansion doesn't have a dishwasher?"
"Of course it does, but I'm not going to put only two plates in it."
"If you wanted proof that Sam Swarek is domesticated all you had to do was ask."
Andy started to laugh as Sam began filling up the sink, gathering all the pots and pans. She could feel the wine starting to get to her head so she decided to quickly step away from the kitchen into the bathroom to mentally prepare herself for what she knew she needed to do. All she needed was the liquid courage to do it. On her way back she noticed the wine glasses left out on the coffee table so she picked them up and rushed back to hand them off to Sam before he finished. In her rush she effectively bumped directly into his back pressing herself into him while placing the glasses into the soapy water in front of them. It was the first time their bodies had made that much contact in months and they both felt they both the spark knew had always been there. Instead of instantly backing away, Andy lingered against Sam's back and took it as a chance to whisper into his ear.
"I think you missed a spot," Andy said while reaching over him once again pointing towards a spot on the plate in Sam's hands. "Right there," she said while letting her fingers graze over his. Sam could feel the tension building and when Andy finally stepped back Sam missed the warmth of her body against his.
As Sam finished the last of the cutlery Andy found another bottle of wine, poured herself a glass and sat on top of the counter waiting for Sam to finish up.
"Do you want some more too?" Andy asked holding another full glass of wine towards Sam.
"Uh no thanks, and don't you think maybe you've had enough for one night," Sam asked while taking both glasses out of Andy's hands.
"Cutting me off already Swarek, you're no fun."
"Well we've got patrol tomorrow and if you keep going at this pace you're either going to have the worst hangover or still be intoxicated," he said while bracing himself against the counter beside Andy.
"Ya I guess. It's getting pretty late anyways I should probably start getting the guest room set up for you."
Andy hopped off the counter and started on her way towards the house's staircase, looking behind her making sure that Sam was sure to follow her. The wall beside the stairs was once again covered by a series of photographs, this time of people who Sam couldn't recognize from any of the pictures Andy had of her family within her locker.
"Are those your grandparents?" Sam asked while pointing towards an old wedding photo in a silver frame.
"No, they're Luke's. All these people are. His family I mean. I haven't even met half of them," Andy admitted.
"Andy, can I ask you a question?" Sam asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
"Ya of course," Andy said while continuing to the linen closet to gather extra blankets for Sam, obviously not picking up on the seriousness in his tone.
"Do you even love him?"
It wasn't as much a question as it was almost a statement, as if he already knew the answer to his own question. Andy was scared to turn around and face Sam. He could always read her like a book and she knew that if she lied he would instantly know.
Instead of facing him, Andy closed the linen closet door and continued into the spare bedroom and sat the blankets down on the bed. She waited until she heard Sam enter the room behind her before she spoke.
"No, I don't."
"Then why are you here Andy. Pretending this is what you want. This house is obviously not you. He obviously doesn't care how you get home. Heck, he won't even give you one space to hang a picture."
When Andy finally turned around Sam could see the single tear on her cheek.
"I don't know. Because it's easy with him. Because although he does screw up, it doesn't hurt as much as it would with someone who I actually care about."
"What are you so scared of Andy?" Sam asked taking a few steps closer, almost closing the gap between them.
"Everything"
"Do you feel scared when you're with me?"
"No"
"Do you want to be alone tonight?"
"No"
And with that Sam closed the distance by gently cupping Andy's face between his hands and kissing her lips while slowly pushing her back towards the bed.
Sam awoke to the early morning sun shining brightly on his face, stronger than usual reflecting off the thick layer of white snow that covered all of outside. When he rolled over he took in the beautiful sight before him. Andy sprawled out on the bed beside him, her foot entangled with his, with only a sheet covering her. Andy must have felt his slight motion as she began to stir and started to open her eyes to find Sam staring back at her.
"Hi"
"Morning," Andy said with a smile, eyes closed.
Sam opened his arms and pulled Andy towards him, resting her head against his chest. Sam knew he didn't even have to ask; he knew that Last Night would in fact Last.