A/N: Okay, another one! Also another WIP and also barely planned but these are the most fun ones to write anyway! :) Hashed out a few ideas, thought of a few scenes lets see if we land anywhere near the intended mark.

~ Giving it the full M rating for the inevitable smuttiness! But planning to maybe throw in a little bit o' case work into this one too!

~ Timeline I'm thinking is mid S1 but without Luke (Luke who!?) and no blackout make out session! So basically she is still relatively new to the job... and with that... here we go again!

Turning Tables.

By Skinfull

Sam sat in the patrol car drumming his fingers off the wheel while he waited for her. He checked his watch and saw it was now 15 minutes since parade has ended, 15 minutes since she raced into the locker room and told him she would meet him in the car in 5. He watched the door for another minute but when there was still no sign of her he jumped out of the car and hurried across the lot. As he pulled the heavy door open Andy was on the other side, pushing it out and she fell into him.

"McNally? What the hell?" Sam helped her stand and she fidgeted with her hair, and brushed down the front of her uniform.

"Sorry, sir, I was-"

"You know what?" he was already walking away, back to the car. "I don't care. Let's go!" She hurried to catch up with him, tossed her bag into the back seat then climbed in and buckled up. Sam started the engine without waiting for see if she was ready. He tore into traffic speeding through cars, slowed down only for junctions and lights.

"Where's the fire?" she asked smirking.

"Fire? We're the police McNally…did you go to the wrong academy?"

"Very funny. I meant where are we going in such a rush? Did you get a call while you were waiting?"

"While I was waiting for you to join me in the patrol car, nearly 20 minutes after we were supposed to be already on the streets?" He glanced over at her and she looked away. "No, I didn't get a call."

"So what's the rush?"

He didn't answer for a moment and concentrated only on getting through traffic. "No rush, just a particular destination that we need to get to before 9am."

"Where?" Andy looked out the window at the streets going by and tried to think what it was they were racing to.

Finally he started to slow the car and came to a halt outside a construction site on the corner of Bloor St and Keele St. He got out of the car and she followed. She had her notebook in her hand ready to take notes thinking that they were rushing to an interview, but she slowed in her tracks and stopped when she saw him hurry up to a food truck that was parked on the corner. The owner was just pulling down the canopy door as he closed up and Sam pleaded with him to take his order.

"Breakfast?" She came up behind him. He succeeded in placing his order as the chef got back into the truck to make it up and Sam looked over his shoulder and smiled triumphantly as she approached. "You came rushing over here for breakfast?"

"Not just breakfast McNally, this is a gourmet truck food."

"There is such a thing?"

"Picture it…" when she came close enough he draped an arm over her shoulder and waved his hand in front of them both. "Late night shift, 10 hours of hustling on the streets…policing, not prostitution…" he clarified and she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Then on your way home, knowing everywhere is closed, and your fridge is empty you spy this shining light, this saviour, this oasis in a desert of concrete…"

"Poetic."

"You approach slowly; you don't want to scare it off…" She laughed. "Then when you finally get it in your sights, you order...slow cooked BBQ pulled pork on rye with crispy onions and mustard."

"For breakfast?"

"And lunch, dinner and tea!"

"Order up!" the chef called and Sam stepped forward to pay and take his order.

As soon as he got it, he grabbed a handful of napkins and started to walk back to the car. He held the wrapped sandwich up to his nose and inhaled deeply. They got to the car but instead of climbing in he perched himself on the bonnet. Andy followed and leaned on the bonnet next to him. He unwrapped one layer of paper and put it behind him on the car then ever so slowly peeled down the next layer.

"Are you going to eat that or kiss it?" she asked watching him handle it so delicately. He looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow for a minute then continued on his mission. When he took his first bite he closed his eyes and relished it. He had BBQ sauce and a smear of mustard on the corner of his mouth but he didn't seem to care. "Good?"

"Good McNally? Good is not the adjective for this sandwich. This sandwich is so far beyond good, it could marry good!" He took another bite and smiled, the food in his mouth puffing his cheek out. "You want some?" He tilted it towards her.

"Yeah, ok." She put out her hand for the sandwich but he didn't hand it over.

"I'm not giving it to you!" the tone in his voice was incredulous. "I'm offering you a bite!"

"Fine."

He peeled the paper down a little further and held it out for her to take a bite. She hesitated a minute then moved her head, twisted it and turned trying to get a good angle.

"It's a sandwich McNally, not a brain teaser!"

"Hold on…" She took hold of it, covered his hands with hers then tilted it a little to the left and bit off a good sized chunk on the corner. She chewed it quickly, wishing she hadn't taken such a big bite, but he didn't seem to notice as he took another one for himself.

"So?" he said after he swallowed his bite and wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Good right?"

"Yeah," she smiled and nodded her head. "It's really good."

"You're not getting any more." He grinned smugly and passed her a napkin. "You have a little something…" she took the napkin and he gestured to the corner of her mouth.

Andy blushed and wiped her mouth with the napkin then the radio in the car buzzed for attention. She left Sam on the bonnet enjoying his food as she went to answer it. She stood in the open car door and activated the radio.

"This is 15-oh-5, we're at the corner of Bloor and Keele. over"

"Car 15-oh-7 required back up, 10-46 in progress on King and Bathurst, immediate assistance required."

"10-4." Andy put the radio back into the slot and banged on the roof of the car to get Sam's attention. "Let's go."

"Ugh!" Sam was already covering up the remaining sandwich and hurried round to the driver's seat. He handed her his food as he buckled up and started the engine. "Don't eat that! I know how much is left!" Andy rolled her eyes at him. "I saw that."