Just another Rookie Blue story that was patrolling around in my mind. I hope you guys like it because I'm already planning the sequel. :)

"Do you, Sam Swarek, take Andrea McNally to be your wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Andrea McNally, take Sam Swarek to be your husband?"

"I do."

"I know pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

Andy giggled as Sam literally swept her off her feet, wedding dress and all, and opened the door of the hotel. He carried her through the doorway and laid her down on the bed, hovering over her.

It was hard to believe that just a few short hours ago, she had become Mrs. Andrea Swarek. A married woman. But she was finally married to the man she loved. It was as if her whole life was coming together, one piece at a time. And she was truly happy.

Since they didn't have as much money and they didn't want to stray too far from their job, just in case, they decided to get a room at an exclusive hotel on the outskirts of town for a couple of nights. Andy would have been happy being with him at home, but he insisted on taking her out, and really, who was she to complain?

Andy placed her palms on either side of Sam's face and pulled him down on top of her, pressing her lips to his firmly.

"I love you Sam," she sighed into his ear, pressing her fingertips into his back.

"And I love you," he said, kissing her neck.

She arched her hips, making him groan. Their kisses intensified and before they knew it, their unwanted garments littered the floor around the plush bed.

Andy's body was on fire everywhere Sam touched her. She wanted him, needed him, inside her right now.

"I want you," she moaned into his mouth.

He placed his hand on her back, pushing her to him.

"Babe, you already have me. Forever."

The next morning, Andy woke up, eyes still closed, and reached over to the other side of the bed, to find only empty air.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes and shivering, pulling the sheet around her naked torso.

She resisted the urge to call out Sam's name. She knew he would never leave her, but she worried something happened to him. Because of their line of work, it was entirely possible.

She looked to the side and a note on Sam's pillow caught her eye.

Hey Beautiful,

Just ran down the street to the bakery to get you some of those scones you like. I'll be back soon. I love you.

~Sam

Andy couldn't suppress a smile as she went to jump in the shower. Thoughts of the rest of her life filled her head.

Sam looked both ways and then crossed the street, the bag from the bakery swinging lightly in his hand.

He felt so light; in fact there was an extra bounce to his step, and that just didn't happen to Sam Swarek.

Then again, Andy made him a changed man. Here he was, married, a thought that had never crossed his mind until Andy stumbled into his life. He could still remember the first time they had met; her a new cop, him an undercover drug seller. She had taken him down without an extra thought. Had she not blown his cover, he might have appreciated it a little more.

He chuckled to himself. He always knew Andy had a fire in her that Sam saw. It's what made her a good cop and what made her the woman he loved.

Sam could still see Andy walking down the aisle the day before. She was glowing in her white gown. He remembered thinking how beautiful she was. And that she was all his.

All their friends and family had been there at the church. And the reception had been crazy. Sam had asked the limo to pull over at the Penny real quick so he and the rest of the bridal party could have a quick drink. Traci, Andy's maid of honor, shook her head, but helped herself to a drink anyway.

Andy had looked at Sam, a permanent smile on her face. There was such a loving look in her eyes whenever she looked at him, and he loved that. It gave him a funny feeling in his stomach, not that he would admit that to anyone.

Sam nearly crashed into some lady walking her dog and he mumbled an apology as he scooted around her. He had to get his head out of the clouds, but right now, he was enjoying the feeling.

He whistled a mindless tune to himself as he crossed another street. Then he stopped and looked up at the huge hotel sprawled before him.

He had to crane his neck and shield his eyes from the sun to look up at the top of it. He was happy that he was able to take Andy out at least somewhere for their honeymoon. He regretted not having enough money, even though he knew she didn't care about stuff like that.

He imagined Andy up in one of the rooms, lying, sleeping peacefully in bed. Or dancing naked to some song on the radio, which he had walked in on her doing multiple times in his apartment.

He grinned and went to take a step into the street.

And that's when the hotel exploded, right before his eyes.