A/N: I'm back! I just couldn't stay away. You guys were so good to me for Romeo and Julia, and this story has been brewing for just as long. This is for all of you who wanted Romeo and Julia continued. :)

Please review and let me know what you think! More to come (hopefully very soon)!

Ohhh. And let's just pretend, for the sake of this story, that you can upload videos to YouTUBE that are more than 10 minutes long. :)

Disclaimer: Rookie Blue no es mio. :*(


Prologue

Sam Swarek stared at the image of himself through the webcam, scowling, then squinting at himself, then scowling again. He hated how he looked and sounded on these pieces of crap. He sounded like a blubbering idiot, and the image staring back at him didn't even look himself.

Usually, he avoided them altogether. He'd discovered his distaste for them when Sarah had insisted on "seeing" him for his birthday two years ago, and he'd refused to go near one ever since.

Besides, talking to someone through video like that wasn't his style. He vastly preferred an old-fashioned telephone call, or even better, meeting in person.

But drastic times called for drastic measures.

It had been exactly seven days, twenty hours, and three minutes since he'd seen—and talked to—Andy last, and he was going crazy. Best had been painstakingly clear—no phone calls, no texts, no email, no snail mail, and most definitely no meeting in person—no contact, period. For a whole month.

Everything that had happened in the last couple of weeks had only cemented how deeply he felt for his rookie—okay, former rookie—and this separation was killing him.

Merely the thought of Andy in his arms, that heady combination of vanilla, lavender, and sunshine, the feel of her soft lips against his, threatened to unravel his resolve. But much as he'd never been a by-the-books sort of guy, he wouldn't take this job away from Andy. She loved it too much.

But he had a plan.

Creating a video and posting it to YouTUBE (okay, he really had to find a way to post it privately, because Best would kill them both if he ever found out) wasn't communicating with McNally. It was publishing his feelings for one incredibly perfect woman. What could it hurt? Jerry and Oliver assured him that the whole world knew already anyway.

He forced aside his qualms and clicked the Record button before he could chicken out again.

Forcing himself to grin at the blinking light on his laptop, he spoke into the camera. "Hey, McNally…"

He pinched the bridge of his nose, oblivious to the nervous habit. "So… I hate these stupid things. They make me blow up like a balloon, and they make me sound like a blubbering fool… But I miss you, Andy. Like, a lot. I thought being undercover was bad, but it's nowhere near as bad as this."

He sighed. Talking to Andy was so much easier to do in person. "But… I think I have a plan. Best said nothing about me not being able to show how crazy I am about you. Check your front porch tomorrow morning. I have a surprise for you."

As he was talking, the annoyance at being forced to use this form of communication slowly started to fade away, and tenderness and enthusiasm for his plan filled his face, as if he really were talking to her, face-to-face, and he couldn't be happier.

He glanced up at the setting sun for a moment, then back at his screen. "I wish you were here right now, babe," he said, sighing almost wistfully. "The sunset's so beautiful. Remember that one time when we were on patrol at that park? We got out of the cruiser and walked around the park as the sun was setting and ate those horrible hot dogs the vender was selling, and you told me all about why sunsets were the most magical thing in the entire universe. Even though you were with Luke then, I still felt like out of all the people in the world you could have shared it with—you shared that with me, and I never forgot that. I don't think I'd ever cared about sunsets before, but now all I can think about is you, and how you let me into your perfect, larger-than-life heart."

He turned his computer screen so it was looking out the window. "See? You'd be so impressed with this one." He sighed. "You're probably out watching it right now." He carried his laptop out to the back porch and sat down on the wicker chair, holding his computer so she could still see the sunset and his face.

"Oliver was texting me all day. I'm pretty sure he's petrified that I'm going to camp out at your new house for the next three weeks." He fished his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and scrolled through his messages. "Here. You have to hear this. 'Samuel Avery, what are you doing? Are you wearing a tutu right now?' He's finally, really lost it."

Of course, Sam had gotten the not-so-subtle hint. Oliver had been sending him texts like that all week. Are you painting your roof? Are you sewing a dress for Zoe? Are you reading a Doctor Seuss book? Anything ridiculous and crazy that didn't involve Sam standing on Andy's doorstep, trying to figure out a way how to see her without them both getting in major trouble.

He continued to tell Andy about his day, finding it strangely cathartic to share his life with her as he watched the setting sun. He fleetingly wondered how in the world a webcam could record for that long, but the thought quickly dissipated.

As the sun finally dipped below the horizon, he sighed and glanced back toward his kitchen. "I should probably go, babe. I wish I could talk to you face-to-face. I miss you." He paused for a second, wondering how completely cheesy it would be if he blew her a kiss. "Okay. Bye."

He clicked to stop the recording and grimaced at his image in the computer. Yep, an awkward, blubbering fool.

He quickly pulled up YouTUBE and uploaded the video, not giving himself any time to doubt his decision. If he was going to survive his month-long suspension, he needed a way to be with her, even if he couldn't really be with her.

Sam only hoped she liked his plan as much as he hoped she would.


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