Here is a new story I've been working on. Hope you all like it.

Andy woke with a start at the distant beep of her cell phone alarm. There was an intense throbbing behind her eyes, and as she opened them, she felt like the light was attacking her. She had definitely had one too many last night. It was a celebration, she rationalized. So, it was totally normal for her to get smashed the night before her first day on shift, right? Wrong. It was very very stupid. It was the heavy weight of an arm across her lower back that was even more abnormal.

Blinking her eyes open and turning her head in the direction of the offending window, she willed herself to focus on the owner of the arm. All she could see was thick dark brown hair, a little shaggier than she liked on a man, and his face turned into the blankets. She rolled over and slipped out from under the calloused hand and found her robe, dangling from the bathroom door.

The small amount of activity had caused the man to stir slightly. She stood still for a moment, both admiring his toned back, but also to contemplate the conundrum before her. Andy shrugged to herself, and walked into her kitchen to check her phone. The clock read 5:30 AM, and she had 2 unread text messages. The first, from Dov, stated simply, "Rock and roll!" The time stamp was at 12:38 AM. That was maybe ten minutes after she had left the bar where her friends were celebrating their new jobs as Toronto's finest. The second text was from her best friend Traci: "Don't do anything I wouldn't do ;)." They must have realized at the same time that She had left.

She rolled her eyes at her friend's encouragement, and set about preparing coffee. She had to be at the station in an hour for her first shift. And she currently had the problem of a nameless, faceless man fast asleep in her bed. Ugh. This was giving her more of a headache than she already had.

Reaching up into the cabinet above the coffee pot, she pulled down the bottle of Tylenol and tapped out two into her palm before tossing them back into her mouth and swallowing them with a sip of water. Pouring herself a cup a coffee, adding some milk, she heard a groan coming from her bedroom. Clearly he hadn't been on his first drink when they left last night, either.

Glancing at the microwave for the time once more, she saw that it was 5:47. She needed to ditch this guy fast so she could get a move on. She walked back into her bedroom to find mystery man standing in full glory, with his hair rumpled and a confused and pained look on his face. She noticed his boxers a few inches from her foot, and reached down to grab them, before tossing them across the bed at his chest. "Looking for those?" she asked with a smile.

He glanced at her and gave a sharp nod before bending to put them on. Just because she was kicking him out didn't mean she didn't get to admire… He seemed a little malnourished, but was muscular and tan. He looked like it had been a day or two since he had had a shave, and also appeared to be due for a trim. He continued putting on articles of clothing while she stood by, watching. "Okay, so… last night was fun," she paused to take a drink of her coffee. "But, we're going to have to cut the after party short. I have to leave for work in ten minutes."

He looked at her, and chuckled. "What time is it, anyway?"

"Ten-till-six."

"I'm going to be late, too." He walked out into her living room and located his shoes, stepping into them and tying them quickly.

"It was nice, uh, meeting you…" she trailed off, having either forgotten his name or never having learned it.

"Its Sam," he grinned, offering her his hand.

"Andy," she said offering her name, and accepting his handshake with a sheepish smile.

He gave himself a once over and walked to her door before turning around. "Maybe I'll see you around."

She walked him to the door and said, "As long as it's not on the job," before closing the door after him.

Twenty minutes later she was in the locker room of the police station pulling on her bullet proof vest. Traci walked up next to her and leaned against the lockers, and waited expectantly. "So… How was he?"

"He, who?" she asked innocently, trying to dodge the question.

"That guy you left with last night."

"Oh, him! Uh… good?"

"You sound real sure of yourself…"

"Okay… amazing. But it's highly unlikely we'll be repeating last night's events."

"Officer McNally, you are such a kill-joy."

She backed out of the locker room, and the pair headed to the parade room together. Locating the other rookies at a table in the front of the room, the pair took the two open seats and patiently awaited their assignments for the day. At seven on the dot, Staff Sergeant Boyko appeared before them. He explained how nothing quite prepares a rookie for what they will see on the streets, how real-life situations differ so much from what was learned at the academy. No matter what their backgrounds were, they were not ready enough. Only experience could teach them what they needed to know. Then he continued with car assignments, "Today, McNally, you're with Shaw. Nash you are paired with Williams—." He was interrupted by one of the detectives poking their head into the doorway.

"Uh, Sarge, our guys from drug squad are here. Where do you want them?"

"Oh! Interview One is good. Where was I? Diaz your with Best, and Peck you're in booking with Orlando. Serve, protect, and don't screw up."

The day had gone mostly without a hitch. Two drunk and disorderly calls, one B&E, and one noise complaint and now she was left to do the stack of paperwork associated with each event. She sat in her cushioned office chair at the desk next to Shaw's, writing, looking through her notes on the day, when she heard someone approach.

"Shaw!" The voice pulled her out of her paperwork induced haze. The voice belonged to a blonde detective wearing jeans and a sport coat. The man appeared to be in his late thirties.

"Jacobsen! What are you doing in this neck of the woods? Don't you work out of headquarters with the drug squad?"

"Actually, your guy finished his case yesterday. He just gave his formal statements, and should be back in uniform tomorrow."

"Thank God. Eight months is far too long for an undercover operation."

"Yeah, we really don't like leaving them in that long… more of a chance for things to go…wrong." He shook his head to himself, and looked up, offering his hand to Oliver.

Shaw took the proffered hand and gave it a good shake. "Its good to see you Jacobsen, but don't come back around here any time soon. You always tend to leave with my good friends following you."

"Ha, ha. Yeah. See you around, Ollie."

Andy had been watching the entire interaction between both men. Oliver looked over at her and spoke, "Back to work, McNally. Those reports aren't going to write themselves."

Here it was, 6:30 and Andy was just getting out of her uniform. She changed into the jeans and tank she had worn into the station that morning. As she was leaving, Traci stopped her.

"Are you going to the Penny tonight?"

"Nah. There is a bar a block away from my place that I'll hit before home."

"So… did you get his number?"

"Whose number?"

"Sexy sleepover guy. I didn't even get to see his face. But I did get to see his behind while you were standing at the bar chatting him up. And can I just say, that view was pretty good," she said with a wiggling brow.

"God, Trace. That was a bad drunk decision."

"Okay… Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"What wouldn't you do?"

"I can't think of anything…," Traci confessed laughing.

"Goodbye, Traci," said Andy leaving the locker room. She walked in the direction of her apartment building, but stopped in at a bar that was on her route home.

Walking into The Shamrock she took a seat at the bar. When the bartender appeared before her, she gave her order, "Scotch, neat." Then, she felt rather than saw someone slide onto the stool next to hers.

"Must have been quite some day, huh?"

She looked to her right, and laughed. She had recognized the voice easily. The voice had belonged to that same shaggy haired man from this morning. Now, he was even more handsome, if possible. He had gotten a haircut, making him look years younger, and was clean shaven, giving clear view of his dimpled cheeks. "Yes. Yes it was. I was almost late, too, by the way," She said, with an arched brow, pinching her fingers together. The bartender returned with her drink and left when he asked for the same.

"So, how was work?" he asked her, accepting his drink from the bartender.

"It was long, but good. It was my first day."

"First day… like fresh paint…" he said trailing off. The phrase stuck out in her mind, Oliver had said something similar that morning. At her questioning gaze, he continued, "Everything is new and clean and you want to keep it that way."

"Yeah…" she just looked at him. His eyes were beautiful, dark brown and framed by long, dark lashes. She finished her drink and got up to leave. "You, uh, want a repeat of last night?" She asked simply.

Sam smirked at her and laughed. He threw a few bills on the counter and stood. "Lead the way."

A few hours later, they lay together comfortably, cover pulled up to her chest, and his fingers tracing patterns onto her shoulder. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "I'd, uh, love to stay, but I actually have to be on time to work tomorrow," he said with his head tilted towards hers. He pushed some stray hairs behind her ear and kissed her softly.

"No, I understand. My job is not so forgiving with lateness either."

Sam stood and walked over to her dresser, and finding a notebook, he wrote his phone number upon it. "Here's my number if you think you'd be interested in dinner or something one of these days," he said looking back at her.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that."

He walked back over to her and stole a quick kiss before leaving.

"Well you're perky this morning," Traci said, opening her locker.

"Yeah, I had a good night."

"Oh? A 'good' night as in good night kiss or kisses or…" she trailed off and looked around the locker door next to her.

"Again with the eyebrow?" said Andy, and the conversation was dropped. Andy finished securing her hair and fixed her utility belt in place, and they walked into the parade room together. They slid into their seats in the parade room. Dov walked in talking animatedly with Chris. She knew something was up, judging by his level of excitement. "What's going on?"

"They got another training officer today. He was undercover—." Before he could continue, the staff sergeant appeared at the front of the room, discussing the major criminals they would be looking for that day. As he finished, Andy could see another officer try to sneak into the corner of the room, but he did not go unnoticed. He was greeted by a storm of applause and hoots.

"Okay, okay," Boyko said, his hands out trying to quell the cheering, "everybody, let's welcome back Officer Sam Swarek. Hopefully Drug Squad doesn't come knocking for a while, eh?"

To say Andy was surprised would have been a severe understatement. As soon as she recognized the face, she averted her eyes, feeling a blush warm her cheeks. This did not go unnoticed by Traci.

"Thank you, thank you. Feels good. Had a good drink, shaved, took a hot shower… with your mother," at the laughter that ensued, Boyko took back over.

"Okay, okay, car assignments. Peck you're with Williams, Diaz you're in booking today. Nash, you'll be with Officer Best, and McNally you are paired with Officer Swarek. Be gentle it's his first time in uniform in eight months." She smiled at the Staff Sergeant disguising her discomfort. "Serve, protect, and have your partner's back."

From where he stood, he couldn't see the face of the rookie he had been paired with, but there was something familiar about her. When everyone began to disperse, he saw her face as she attempted to steal a look at him. They both glanced awkwardly at each other. "Um, hi," she said, first.

"Sam Swarek," he said offering her his hand, mirroring the morning prior.

"Andy McNally," she replied, shaking his hand.

He smiled at her, cheeks dimpling, "Nice to meet you." They stood like that in the parade room for a moment before she pulled her hand back inelegantly. "Shall we?"

"Yes, Sir."

Frankly, it was odd the way they worked so well together that first day. Treating each other as if they hadn't met before was a requirement, as they had spent the majority of their day in the company of the other officers, running a speed trap.

"So McNally… as in … Tommy McNally?" Sam asked as they walked back into the barn.

"Yeah," she said, halting her steps for just a moment. Sam noticed the way in which she glanced at the floor with humiliation. He must have heard about him. "Yeah, he's my father," she said looking directly into his eyes.

"He was a good detective, and good police."

"Yeah…" she said softly, and walked toward the locker room.

She stopped when she heard him say, "So are you going to the Penny tonight?"

"Yeah, probably," she spoke with a nod.

"I'll see you later, partner," he said with a grin.

She nodded and continued into the locker room. She sat down and rubbed her hands over her face.

Sam. He was a police officer. He was her training officer. She was a rookie. They couldn't be more than that. There were rules.

She heard the door swing open and looked up as Traci sat down next to her. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"What do you mean you don't know? You, being all dodgy with Swarek this morning. What did he sleep with you and forget to call… Oh…Andy…" She realized right then. She knew she had seen him before. It had been two nights ago at the bar. "That's what's going on, huh? He's your fling from the other night. But Andy you have to be smart now. He's off limits until you get cut loose."

"I understand that, Trace." She stood up and changed out of her police blues and into the clothes she had worn that morning.

"Let's go to the Penny."

"Ugh. Remind me never to pick up a stranger in a bar again, Trace."

"Yes, ma'am."

At the penny, leaving alone presented itself as a challenge. She had been sitting with the rookies for a while, listening as Dov regaled them with stories of his day with Oliver Shaw. They commiserated about how boring the case load had been that day. And when the pitcher ran dry, Andy offered to get the refill at the bar. She let her eyes run across the room until she saw a face she recognized. Sam and Shaw along with Detective Barber were sitting at a table close to the bar.

She walked up to the bar and waited to be served.

"Fancy meeting a girl like you in a place like this," she heard that familiar smooth voice speak.

She laughed and turned her head to look at him, Sam, in the eye. "Sam, we can't. There are rules."

"Funny, I'm not really the rule kind, McNally."

She looked at him and quirked a brow, and shook her head. "No rules, huh?"

"Yeah, they never work out," he whispered, his voice low.

She picked up her pitcher and sauntered back to her table, not before looking back over her shoulder saying, "Well I do have a rule. Buy me a drink." She smirked and walked away, leaving him bewildered at the bar. He returned to his seat, a fresh pint in hand to two gawking friends.

"Sam. What are you doing with that rookie?" It was his good friend Jerry speaking.

"Nothing. Nothing." At the look Oliver was giving him he shrugged, "What?"

"Sam, you know rookies and training officers can't…"

"I know, Oliver. There's got to be some kind of exception…"

"Uh, yeah. It's called not being police, or not being her training officer."

Andy had excused herself from the table and paid her tab. Now she was walking out of the bar, she made one last glance at Sam's table to find it vacant.

She began her walk home, but as she reached the edge of the parking lot, a figure walked around the rear of a large silver truck, and pinned her to it. "Hey, you want a ride?" It was Sam, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yeah, I could do with a good ride," she said cheekily.

"Hop in."