A/N: Hey everybody! This is my first fan-fic! The story's set a bit into the future, at least a year. Sam and Andy are still together, and Luke's been discharged from the force. This was originally for a school assignment, I just tweaked it a little, so I have all of the other chapters written, so if you guys like them, I'll keep posting. The chapters are kinda short, sorry!

This is mostly crime, with only a few touches of Sam/Andy in it, so if you're expecting this to be a legendary love story, you're out of luck.

Also, Angela Montenagro (from the TV show Bones) appears, but she's not in the story enough for me to consider it a crossover.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue, it's characters or Angela Montenagro.

Kidnapped!

Andy McNally woke to the beep of her alarm clock.

Grumbling, she climbed out of her bed. Standing still for a moment, Andy closed her eyes, taking a moment to fully wake up. As she remembered what day it was, Andy's eyes snapped open, her face breaking out into a grin.

After getting ready for the day, Andy shuffled toward the kitchen, she heard the clang of pots and pans. As Andy entered the room, she froze, taking in the sight before her.

On the counter, sat a 3-layer birthday cake.

As she walked toward the cake, Andy heard the click of a camera. Instantly, she snatched a pillow from the nearby couch, and flung it toward the corner of the room where the noise came from. Andy heard a muffled shout, and grinned, as a laughing Sam Swarek, camera in hand, emerged from his hiding place. Launching herself at Sam, Andy wrapped both of her arms around her boyfriend, encasing him in a hug.

Returning the hug, Sam whispered, "Happy 28th, Andy."

Then, another click was heard, and Sam's best friend, Oliver Shaw entered the room with yet another camera.

"Aw, how cute! This picture's definitely going in the photo album!" Andy detached herself from Sam and glared at the two men. Unfortunately, both Sam and Oliver made puppy eyes, and Andy was unable to stop the laugh that erupted from her mouth. Oliver reached up and placed something on Andy's head. Removing the object, Andy looked at it, while Oliver moved to the kitchen counter and started to make pancakes.

The object that Oliver placed on Andy's head was a tiara, the kind that one could find at the dollar store. The tiara was shaped into the words Happy Birthday. Replacing the tiara, Andy took Sam's hand and pulled him toward the kitchen.

As she sat down at the kitchen counter, Andy asked Oliver, "Hey, where's your wife? Zoe said yesterday that she wouldn't miss today for the world."

Oliver shrugged, "She said that she had to go the store, but that was at least two hours ago."

"Here you go. Eat up!" Oliver put a plate of pancakes in front of Andy. "Sam! Don't you dare!"

Sam had his index finger pointed, just centimetres way from the birthday cake on the counter. He shrunk back, with a look that made him look like he was a child who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Giving Andy a mischievous smile, Sam got up and walked over to his friend.

"Hey Ollie, you know how much you mean to me, right?" Oliver looked at Sam with a confused expression.

"Uh, sure Sam. You, too." Sam gave Oliver a "bro hug", and after a moment of hesitation, Oliver hugged him back.

Meeting Andy's eyes, Sam winked, and brought his right hand up to his mouth. Licking his index finger, he put it in Oliver's ear, giving him a wet willy.

"Ugh, Sam!" Oliver pushed Sam away, giving him a stern glare, but with a grin that stretched for miles. They all started to crack up.

"Sorry, buddy. Couldn't resist-"

A siren sounded through the house. Andy, Oliver and Sam all stopped laughing. All three were police officers of Toronto's 15th Division; the siren could only mean one thing, there was an incoming emergency transmission. All three looked at the screen on the fridge as it blinked to life.

A familiar face appeared, mouth curled in a cruel smile. Andy gasped, it was Luke Callaghan, Andy's ex-boyfriend and former detective at 15th Division.

Luke was a great detective, until a few years back, Luke was suspected of having ties with some of Toronto's biggest drug dealers. He was never proven guilty, but as a precaution, Luke was discharged from the force. Andy, Sam and Oliver were the officers who first voiced their suspicions, and ever since, Luke has hated them.

Three times, Luke and his "partner," Jo Rosati, kidnapped one of the trio, or a person close to them, but the captives were always found. However, both Luke and Jo had escaped capture, until Jo was caught fleeing the scene after their most recent attempt the year before.

"Greetings, old friends." Luke's cold, ice-blue eyes flickered with victory.

Andy stepped forward, her hands curled into fists. "What do you want, Luke?" Andy smirked, "Are you begging for Jo back?"

"Ha, ha, very funny." Luke said sarcastically, "Never mind, I'm here to wish you happy birthday, of course." Luke laughed cruelly, "And here's your present."

The picture on the screen changed to what appeared to be a prison. In the centre of the room, an unconscious woman was bleeding from multiple wounds. Bruises could easily be seen all along her arms, and the woman's right eye was purple and swollen.

"Zoe!" Oliver gasped, "What have you done to her, Luke!"

The screen switched back to Luke. While Luke responded, Sam came up behind Andy and whispered in her ear, "Distract Luke. I'm going to try to trace the transmission." And he quickly left the room.

"Hey Andy, where's your boyfriend going?" Luke sneered at Andy.

"He's not my boyfriend, and he's going to get my birthday present, no time like now to open it." Andy replied sarcastically.

"Well, he's going to miss the clue I'm giving your about the whereabouts of your beloved Zoe." The screen switched to a forest. "In this forest, there is a building. In this building is your damsel in distress. You have twelve hours, or else Zoe Shaw dies. Think of it as a test on your birthday, Andy."

Luke laughed cruelly, and the screen turned black.

Sam came back into the room. Andy opened her mouth to explain, but Sam held up his hand to silence her. "I heard the whole thing. I managed to record and the transmission, but I don't see that'll help us. That forest could be anywhere."

Andy received a text. She looked at the ID. Unknown number. She read the text. Another hint: Zoe Shaw is in Ontario. –Luke. Andy showed the text to Sam and Oliver. "Okay, well that narrows it down to what, 1 000 000 km2," she said bitterly.

Sam thought for a moment, "Hey, Andy, what's the name of that friend of yours, Angela something. Isn't she a computer expert or something?"

"Angela Montenagro. And she's a forensic artist. I still don't see what you're getting at."

You could practically see that light bulb over Oliver's head. "She could look at the video of the forest, and use the angle of the shadows to calculate the latitude the forest is on!" Oliver looks surprised at his own statement. "Whoa, I didn't know I was that smart."

"I'll go call her now." Andy left the room, her phone already dialing Angela's number.

Sam turned to Oliver. "Hey buddy, I'm sorry about Zoe. We'll get her back, though. Don't forget that."

"Yeah… I'm going to go get our gear."

What do you think?

Thanks for your screen time,

-Emma