A/N: I wanted to throw this out there and see how it was taken. This is not my first work of fiction, but it is my first in the realm of Rookie Blue. So for me it's a lot like starting a new job and needing feedback on how I'm doing. So please, feel free to let me know.

Friends (With Benefits)

By: Alyssa Marie

It's always been a highly discussed topic. Friends with benefits. They say it can't be done without ruining the set relationship. That entering the sexual realm with a 'friend' takes you to a plane where you can't go back to being 'just friends.' It can't be done, is what's been told. Maybe they're right…

Toronto, Canada 2005

The hazing event of the new rookies is the same every year for the 15th Division. Handcuffs at the Penny, first one out drinks for free. Each year they escape in a different way though. The year Mackenzie Moody join the force though, she showed she was a force to be reckoned with.

Gasoline by Seether was blaring through the speakers as Mac was slammed down on the bar top. A stray piece of her hair had escaped her pony and she forcefully blew it from her face looking up to give Oliver Shaw her best attempt at an evil eye. He just smirked back at her and winked giving her a knowing look. He started by giving his normal 'you have the right' speech, finishing with, "You have the right to get out of these cuffs any way you know how! First one out doesn't pay for their drinks, the rest of you get to pick up the tab!"

Once he indicated that they start, Mac quickly pushed herself away from the bar and sat on the ground, working to get her hands to her front. Once she had, she silently and calmly pulled one of the bobby-pins from her hair, letting more of her curly honey-red locks loose. Using her teeth she pulled the plastic ends off and then straightened the pin. She then bent it into a hook shape on one end and placed it into the key hole of one cuff, pressing it down to release the ratchet, freeing the jaw of the cuff. Once her hand was free she gently rolled her wrist then stood up from the floor turning back to Shaw with a look of triumph upon her face.

"Moody's FREE!" Called Shaw and the other rookies bowed out to the champ. Leaning forward across the bar Shaw whispered, "I knew you wouldn't have a problem with it Mac. You learned from one of the best."

Mac just rolled her eyes and looked off to her right, catching the eye of the brooding looking, dark haired man. Sam gave her a crooked grin before returning to his beer. "Yeah, well, I had to start somewhere, right Ollie?"

Shaw laughed in response before straightening and grabbing his own brew. "Good job Mac. And it's sir now. Call me Ollie again in this crowd and I'll kick your ass."

Toronto, Canada 2010 (Present Day) Set during S1E08- Honor Roll

"Sammy, a fishing cabin actually has very little to do with actually fishing." Luke almost laughed as he said it, placing his hand on Sam Swarek's shoulder in a friendly gesture. The poor guy had no idea that the confusion laced in Sam's voice was due to the fact that his heart was actually being crushed in his chest, and not the fact that he was an idiot. Even though, at the moment, he seriously thought he was.

Sam nodded along. "Right, right. Yeah, sure. Yeah, no problem. Won't get in your way."

Another slap on the shoulder and a thanks from the blonde detective and Sam was standing there, holding two coffees and his morning newspaper, his view on the day completely changed from how he'd seen it playing out moments before. Looking dumbly at the one in his right hand, he tossed it carelessly in the trash and walked into the locker rooms digging his cell from his back pocket.

He dialed the number from memory and before the receiver could even get out a hello, Sam groaned into the phone. "Why the hell am I constantly a glutton for punishment?"

There was a smooth laugh and the woman on the line ignored his question. "Good morning to you too Sammy."

"Please, for the love of God Mac, don't ever call me that again. Your making me want to gouge my eyes out."

"That bad, huh?" Normally by this time of the day, Mackenzie would be up and at work already in the 18th Division, but this day she had off and was still in bed. Sam hadn't woken her, as she was sitting up in bed with case files strewn around her. She'd taken the day off to spend with her daughter, who was currently curled up next to her on fast asleep in the still early morning hour.

Sam sat on the bench in front of his locker and shook his head before answering. There was a slight headache forming behind his eyes, but he was slightingly thanking who ever was out there that the senior officer re-trainings were that day, saving him from having to spend his day with Andy McNally. "Just do me a favor and tell me how wrong it is for me to sleep with a rookie officer if I'm a TO."

"Well, I didn't think it was all that bad."

"You were Shaw's rookie." Sam replied rolling his eyes. "And that's totally different."

"Uh, huh. Sure."

Toronto, Canada 2010 (Present Day) Set during S1E09 Girlfriend of the Year

The division was definitely busy as Mac walked down the halls of the 15th towards the back meeting room. She'd gotten a call from Jerry Barber asking for her help on a child abduction case they'd just gotten. There wasn't a missing persons detective in every division like there were homicide detectives, just for the simple fact that normally by the time someone was realized to be missing it was because their body had been found. She'd transferred to the 18th's missing's department three years prior, after her daughter, Bailey, had been born.

When she reached the room she stayed near the back door, listening as Jerry spouted out the information they had on the girl, a nine-year old Rebecca Lee, who's picture on the cork board reminded her so much of Bailey. The brown, curly hair, and innocent smile. It made her sick to think she was in the hands of the sinister looking man's hands who's picture was also pinned up.

"Priors?" the familiar voice in the crowd caught her attention and she turned, finding Samuel Swarek seated a mere few feet in front of her. He'd always been attentive, gathering as much information as he could.

A packet was thrust into her hands, pulling her attention back to the front. Noelle smiled at her as she'd handed her the information. "Glad you're here detective." She stated before moving on. Mac just gave her a tight smile, not really feeling all that glad, considering.

It was then that Jerry spotted her in the back. "We've pulled Detective Mac Moody from 18th's missing department to help on this case." He said gesturing towards her. "If you have any issues, please address them with either me or her."

It was then that Mackenzie stood forth and walked to the front standing beside Jerry in her dark wash, straight legged jeans, black top, and grey blazer. Her red hued hair was a wildly tame mess that came about mid way of her shoulder blades, her large chocolate eyes demanding the attention of the room. She wasn't very tall, but still held an air of importance. "We are going to assume that Rebecca is still alive." Mac started.

"Or he probably would have left her at the accident site." Barber added. Mac nodded in agreement. "Every minute that this girl's missing, increases the chances that we're going to find her…" He didn't want to say the words, afraid they would make them true. The reaction of the others in the room said they felt the same way.

Mac stepped up again. "You all know the drill. We'll be pulling more forces for 18 and 36 which Officer Williams will fill you in on more."

With that, both she and Barber left the room while Noelle took over to explain the strategy. As she was walking out, Swarek caught her wrist and gently stopped her to pull her down to his level. "Thank you." He whispered.

She patted his shoulder and stood back up, "It's my job Sam." She replied and walked out. The exchange between the two wasn't missed by McNally.