Author's Note: Not betaed—all mistakes are mine. Please inform me if you find anything I ought to be mortified about. Constructive criticism is welcome. Thanks to all who reviewed or added to their favourites my last story.

Disclaimer:I borrowed a few characters and words from Rookie Blue, all in good fun.

Who Does That?

Andy paced back and forth in front of the lockers. "Who does that? What kind of person actually…"

Sam was shrugging into his leather jacket. "What?"

"Jo. She actually said to me, 'I like to keep the things I love close. Hold them in a death grip, never let 'em go.'"

"So?"

"She said it like a warning!"

He grinned at her. "I ask again, so? You could take her, McNally—easy."

She rolled her eyes and sat on the bench, drawing her knees up and hugging them. "Sam, I'm serious. Is she after Luke? I mean, should I be worried?"

Sam shut his locker. "Not if Luke loves you as much as…he should."

Andy bit her lip and stared at her toes for a long moment.

"Andy—" he exhaled, dropping his duffel onto the floor and settling himself down next to her.

"If you love something, you set it free." Slowly, she brought her eyes up to meet his. "Do you believe that?"

He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. "I have some experience with it."

"And? How did it work for you?"

Sam laughed bitterly and shook his head. A moment later, he said, fixing his gaze at a spot on the floor, "Are you happy with Luke?"

She blinked. "We're engaged."

"I'm more than aware of that, McNally. That also wasn't what I asked. Are you happy with him?"

He was watching her carefully now, and she bristled under his stare. "I said yes, didn't I?"

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. "And do you think he is happy with you?"

Andy drew her brows together. "He asked me to marry him."

"Actually," Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, "you said you found the ring, but that's beside the point. Do you think he is happy with you?"

"I don't know." She shifted her body. "She made him laugh when I couldn't."

His eyes were dark. "Still hung up on that, are you? McNally…Luke and Jo have a history. They were partners, they were together. They knew each other for years, not months. Don't rake yourself over the coals for not knowing the secret handshakes yet." He grinned impudently when she shot him a withering glance.

"Fine. Okay, so I don't know him like she does. But I should, right? I mean, I'm his fiancée!" She chewed on her lower lip. "Do you think it all happened too fast?"

Sam only raised an eyebrow.

"Of course you do." Andy blew out a breath and muttered, "You made no secret of it."

He said nothing.

"Let me guess, you think I should give it all, what? Time? Or space?" She wrinkled her nose.

He shrugged. "Only you can make that call. Time and space, McNally—you said it yourself, none of us are experts."

"Except you. Time and space and you're a bona fide savant."

He sighed and pressed his lips into a smile, displaying his dimples. "I'm there when it matters."

Andy tilted her head and nodded. "Yeah…you are."

"Yeah." Sam rose, grabbing his duffel off the floor as he did. He paused beside her, and she waited for him to speak, but he moved on.

"Sam," she said sharply, feeling the sudden loss of his presence as she had the night of the blackout when he walked out of his room.

He stopped. "What? You need a ride?"

She drew herself up and shook her head. "Nope. No, I don't. Thank you," she added as an afterthought.

He lingered a second. "Okey doke," he said and was gone.

Only after she had heard the door shut behind him did Andy dare to turn around. "Sam," she said to the empty room.