Author's Note: I wanted to get this up yesterday, but it was 11pm by the time I could and I was too tired to do a proper read-through.
Disclaimer: not mine :(

One side of her brain, the irrational side, told her that she should have accepted Swarek's offer and let him drive her home so they could actually talk like normal people for once.

The other side, the annoyingly rational side, told her that that just would have been awkward and that walking was better.

He said "I don't want anything to happen to you."

Yeah, because I'm his rookie!

Maybe he wants something more.

The drive would have been awkward, she told herself. She wouldn't know what to say after his comment; he wouldn't know what to say, either.

So they'd just sit there, in his car, both thinking about the other, and how little space there was between them.

Or, she reasoned, we could talk like the grown adults we are and try to figure out how we can work together.

Passing the laundromat, Andy thought about how that conversation would go.

"So," Andy started.

"So," Swarek nodded.

"You'll wanna turn up here," Andy said, pointing to the street ahead of them.

Swarek only nodded.

An uncomfortable silence followed.

"Um, it's this one, number—" Andy broke the silence.

"I know. I see Callaghan."

"Calla—?"

Swarek only nodded to the steps, where Luke Callaghan was seated holding two cups of coffee.

"Oh," Andy unbuckled her seat belt and got out, opening the back door to get her bag. Swarek got out of the driver's seat, going around the front of the car to meet Andy, ignoring Callaghan the entire time.

Andy pulled out of the car, gasping and putting a hand to her chest when she saw Swarek standing there.

"Geez, you scared me," she said, forcing a laugh. He only stared at her. "Well, thanks for the ride," she started to walk away, but Swarek grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Good work today, McNally," he said, talking in his authoritative voice.

"Thanks," Andy said, confused, staring at his hand around her wrist and wondering why he was congratulating her when she hadn't busted anyone all night. "Well...see you tomorrow." She pulled her wrist from his grasp and started towards Luke, a smile on both of their faces.

Swarek watched them for a second, saw them laugh and joke with each other before climbing back into his car and driving away.

Andy shook her head, clearing the vision from her head. The first part she could imagine, sure, but the second? No way. He wouldn't touch her, or look at her that way. Not Sam Swarek.

But when she got to her house and rested her head on Luke's shoulder, pretending to listen to him prattling on about the case he closed today, she really thought about her daydream, and wondered that if she had just taken Sam up on his offer, something like that could have happened.

And if it had, she wouldn't be giving herself such a headache trying to figure all this out now.

Author's Note: The preview for next week really bothered me. I like Luke. Oh well, more chances for Sam and Andy now, I guess.
Unrelated: I'm officially 16 now! :D Driving is scary...