Rookie Blue...A Fanfic

Part One - Normal

As Andy left 15 Division, she realized she wouldn't be coming back for six weeks. Six whole weeks suspension. She loved her job, so this was a pretty big blow for her. As she rounded the corner to go home, she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey.", Sam said. He was driving by in his grey truck.

Andy walked to stand by his passenger side.

"What happened?", he asked.

"I got suspended. You?", she asked.

He turned away from her, embarrassed.

"I got yelled at.", he said, turning back to face her now.

"Then I got suspended."

Andy shrugged in sadness. She'd let him down. She'd put his life in danger.

"Sam-", she started, but words failed her.

"Wanna try being normal together?", he asked.

"How are we gonna do that?", she wondered.

"I don't know. I have no idea."

As Andy hopped into the passenger side of Sam Swarek's truck, she couldn't help feeling guilty. She had endangered his life. If she hadn't gone back to the Alpine to see him, he may still be undercover right now, with Jamie Brennan. Risky, but safe. He wouldn't have a broken hand, sprained ribs, and a bruised face, that's for sure.

"So, where to?", he asked.

"I dunno. Where do two normal people go on a Monday?", she asked.

"Everyone else is at the Penny. You wanna go there?" he asked.

Andy shook her head. The last thing she wanted was everyone's eyes on her and Sam, judging, thinking things.

"Oh, I could show you my new place! I just got it this morning! Remember the one with all the windows?", she asked.

"It sounds amazing. Let me just stop off at home, grab a few things, and then we'll go, okay?"

Sam drove quietly, but he kept stealing glances at her. She was biting her lower lip, the way she did when something was bothering her, or when she was feeling guilty.

"What's wrong, Andy?", he asked.

"Nothing."

He looked at her skeptically and raised an eyebrow. She caved.

"Fine, fine. I just feel guilty! If it hadn't been for me, your case wouldn't be over. I wouldn't have blown your cover and you wouldn't have a broken hand."

Sam chuckled dryly.

"You think you blew my cover, Andy? Donovan Boyd blew my cover, without even knowing it. Remember when we were waiting for you to leave, and I told you about my boat?"

"Yea, God's Good Grace. What about it?"

"Well, I also brought the same boat up to Jamie Brennan. When he was torturing me, he let me know that this boat had been in possession of the police, and had been since it was seized in a drug raid. So, mentioning that boat was what made me. You didn't blow it."

Andy sighed. So then why do I still feel so guilty?, she thought.

Sam looked at her, and could see she was still stressing over it, but he was at his house at the moment.

"Wait here. It's messy in there, and I want it to be presentable before you see it...again.", he said, smiling at that last part. She hit his arm, and could vaguely hear the small "ow" he whispered as he climbed out. She grinned.

When Sam walked in the door, he pressed the messages button on his house phone, which was inevitably linked to his cell voice mail. The electronic voice began naming off messages. One from his sister, Sarah; she wanted him to come see the girls. One from Frank, yelling, asking him where the hell he was. That must have been the day he left with Boyd. One from Andy.

"Hey. I just wanted to say, I know that I've got a plan. You know, and it's a great one...but screw it. Okay, screw the plan, because I don't wanna save the good candy for later anymore, you know, I wanna drink the champagne now and...okay, you've got three weeks, right, so let's make them count. Starting tonight. I'm coming over."

Sam smiled. So she had left him a message. God, he loved her. This woman who'd captivated him, befriended him, and been his partner for two years...and he couldn't imagine his life without her.

"So, I'm good candy, huh?", he joked to himself. He whistled as he heard the next message. From Boyd.

"Hey, what the hell do you mean, I'm done? You wanna threaten me, Sammy? Who made you into what you are? Who gave you everything you asked for, without question, for years! This damn rookie comes into your life and you're gonna throw away all that? Well, you know what? Go ahead. Go ahead and rat me out to the brass. I'd like to see who they believe? A high-profile drug detective, or the cop that just got busted for breaking protocol for sleeping with his rookie? Huh? You think on that, buddy."

Sam clicked his teeth. Man, Boyd was pissed.

Sam finished gathering his things and checked to make sure all the windows and doors were locked. He grabbed his keys and his change on the table, erased all his messages - except the one from Andy - and left.

When he got back into the truck, Andy smiled.

"Hey. Miss me?", he asked.

She smiled weakly. He could see the guilt was still there. Sam sighed, and turned to face her. He sighed, and cupped her face in his hand.

"Andy, look. You need to stop, okay? Stop blaming yourself. It isn't your fault. If I hadn't allowed you to stay, if I hadn't called you back, it wouldn't have happened then, either. It was both of us. I wanted you there, okay?"

She nodded. He smiled at her.

"Ready to go?", he asked. She nodded, and he put the truck in gear.

Luke Callaghan had had a very bad day. He sat in his office, thinking through the day's events. First off, he'd discovered Andy had moved on. That hurt more than anything he'd ever felt before. Then, he'd found out one of his closest work friends had been very bad. Boyd and him had graduated from the academy together. He was a good friend to Luke...but Luke was a good cop. How could he go on, knowing what he knew, and not get the guy in trouble? And then there was Gail Peck. For some reason, she'd been trying very hard to get them to do things together. Like right now, she was waiting outside for him to drive her to the Black Penny. He didn't want to hurt the girl, but there was only Andy for him. Even now, with her being with Sam. Was that even what you'd call it? Jerry said she'd been seeing him. Luke should have known. He'd seen the looks the guy had given her on a daily basis. He was constantly mooning around after her. He should have guessed that after things ended with him and Andy, Sam would be right there as a rebound.

Luke sighed and got up. Might as well head to the Penny. He'd be doing the same thing there as at home, anyway. Except there he could also play darts. And vent. Jerry would understand.

When he went outside, Gail was leaning up against the building with her foot pressed against the wall.

"Ready to go?", he asked.

"Finally. It's freezing out here; what took you so long?", she asked.

"Nothing. Had some paperwork to finish up.", he said bitterly.

"Right." She rolled her eyes. They drove in silence the rest of the way to the Black Penny.

Traci was worried. Andy hadn't shown up yet. She quickly whipped out her cell phone and motioned to Jerry that she'd be outside. He nodded, not even missing a step in his conversation with Officers Shaw and Epstein.

She dialed Andy's number, and it rang three times before Andy even picked up.

"Andy, what happened?", she asked.

"I got suspended. Off for six weeks.", she said.

"Jesus, Andy. That sucks. What about Sam?", she asked.

"He's suspended too.", was all she said.

"Andy...is he there with you?", Traci asked. Andy didn't respond, and so Traci began lecturing her.

"Andy, you know two officers suspended for conduct unbecoming are supposed to stay away from each other! Do you wanna get suspended for longer? Or worse, fired?"

"Trace, I can't talk about this right now. I gotta go." Then all Traci heard was a dialtone on the other end of the line.

Jerry joined her.

"Is everything all right?", he asked. He embraced her and held her close to him, and began gently kissing her forehead.

"Oh, it's just Andy. I mean, her and Sam just got suspended, and they're already taking off together somewhere! That's another thing against protocol!"

"Well, Sammy almost died. They want to spend this time together; he's in love with her, and he's happy to be alive."

"You're defending it?", Traci said, raising her voice.

"Trace...do you remember when you were quarantined out at Victoria Mercy? I was scared then. I mean, I had faith that you'd be okay, but when I found out Henry Lee had actually died, I was scared. I began to think, "what if something bad does happen to her?", and when it didn't and you were fine, all I wanted was to be with you. Sam's feeling like that. They're both great officers though, and they both tend to put their job before everything else."

He kissed the top of her nose.

"Come on. McNally's a big girl. Stop worrying about her, and come back inside with me. Please?", he asked.

Traci nodded. Jerry was right. Sam and Andy both just wanted a little time to themselves. They could have tonight, she thought. Was that too much to ask? She followed Jerry back into the Penny.

Sam and Andy pulled up to her condo, and he whistled. There was a gate at the front, and the gate required a code to open. Sam looked expectantly at Andy.

"Oh, it's 3974."

Sam punched in the code, and the gates swung inward.

"Fancy.", he said.

He drove along the cobbled road. Andy had said she was Unit 14. When he got there, he pulled over and whistled.

"Wow. You did good, McNally."

She grinned at him.

"I figured all the windows would bring in excellent light. Plus, it was in my price range and it's gorgeous!"

"Well? What are we waiting for? Show me the grand tour!"

They smiled as they climbed out of the truck. Sam grabbed her hand with his good one, and they walked up to the door. Andy grabbed her card out and swiped it.

"Electronic entrance. Très cool.", he said.

They took the elevator up the fourth floor, and Andy again swiped her card in the door to her apartment. She began turning on lights when she got inside, and Leslie's jerky cat came up and rubbed against her legs.

"When did you get a cat?", he asked.

"After that accident. The driver wanted me to feed it, and the SPCA was just going to take it and put it up for adoption. He seemed attached to me, so I asked if I could keep him. His name is Banjo."

Sam didn't really like cats; he preferred dogs. Sure, they were hairy, and they required far too much attention. But at least they didn't look down on you like they were better than you or something. He skirted around Banjo.

"Oh no, are you allergic?", Andy asked.

"No. Just don't really like 'em.", he said.

"Oh. Well I hope you can deal with that, because we've gotten attached, Banjo and I.", she said.

"I'll deal, McNally."

Suddenly a stabbing pain shot through his hand, and he grimaced.

"What is it?", Andy asked. She was in front of him in an instant, and was examining his hand.

"Nothing. Just hurts, is all."

Andy said nothing. Instead, she began undressing his hand slowly. Sam moved to stop her, and she placed a hand on his chest. His heart was pounding. She looked up at him with those liquid brown eyes, and then she was at his hand again. She finished undressing his hand and began gently kissing it. First the topside, then his palm. She gently let go of his hand and began kissing his face, all his bruises he got from Jamie. She stopped for a second, and he had a chance to gaze into her eyes. They were filled with tears. He leaned down and passionately kissed her, and they began kissing with more heat. Then, Andy parted for a brief moment, to tear off his black T-shirt. Then she began littering his side, where he'd been hit by Jamie, with small gentle kisses. Sam stopped her, and gazed into her eyes again. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her hair, and then scooped her up like he had that night and carried her to the sofa, where he gently set her down. She was gazing up at him, her hair falling in waves around her face. Her brown eyes were so beautiful. He could get lost in her gaze forever. He was kissing her again, and at first it was gentle and slow, but then he heard her moan softly, and that set him off. He began kissing her more passionately, and reached between them to open her buttons on her shirt while doing so. He littered her arms, her chest, her neck with kisses. He moaned softly, too, then. They both spent some time there, falling into oblivion with each other.

When they had finished, they lay there quietly. Sam was gently tracing circles on her back, and he was smiling a gentle smile at her. She lay as close to him as she could on the sofa, and she was gently stroking his face.

"Wow.", she said.

He chuckled then, remembering what she'd said about "good candy".

"So, are you glad you dipped into the good candy?", he asked, and then he winked at her.

Her eyes widened, and then she buried her face in his chest, embarrassed.

"Oh god, I'm so embarassed. When did you hear that?", she asked.

"Just tonight. When I went and got some things."

"Oh...can we just disregard that message?", she asked.

"I don't want to disregard it. I thought it was great."

She rolled her eyes at him. Then she began curling her fingers gently in the small curly hair on his chest.

"Do you ever wish that night had never happened?", she asked then. Sam sat up halfway.

"What? No, McNally, I do not wish that." He cupped her face in his hands and softly began caressing her jawline.

"Look at me. That night is the...second-best...night of my life."

"Oh yea, the second best? What's the first?", she asked.

He kissed her nose gently, and then her lips.

"Right now, with you, safe here with me, where I know nothing can ever harm you." He was inches from her face; she could smell the sweet smell of his peppermint toothpaste.

"Sam? Are you okay?", she asked.

Sam sighed and pulled away a little, and he held her out to get a better look at her.

"I'm here, aren't I?", he asked.

"Yea, but, I was so scared, Sam. I thought Jamie had killed you. When I ran into the house and saw your blood on the stairs, I panicked. I freaked. I had nightmares about you for days. I couldn't sleep and then I was worried that you'd never forgive me for getting you into this mess, for being such a bad, selfish person..." She began talking really fast, and Sam tried to think of a way to calm her down.

"Andy.", he said gently. She was still going on about how scared she was.

"Andy.", he said, more urgently. Nothing. Sam quickly brought her face closer to his and kissed her. They stayed like that for a minute or two, and then they parted, and Sam pulled away a centimetre or two.

"Andy. You are many things, but none of them are bad. In the two years I've known you, you've shown so much passion and integrity and true...passion...for this job. The only thing you've done to me is make me fall in love with you. Which I did. And I am hopelessly, crazily, in love with you. That, McNally, is what you've done to me."

He looked up, and she had tears in her eyes. He gently brushed one away as it escaped her eyes, and then they were kissing again.