Alright this the final chapter in my two-shot.

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I'll warn you… this one is very short.


"Your insane." Andy called out from behind a curtain. "There is no way I'm coming out."

Sam rolled his eyes and put down the magazine he was flipping through. "Come on McNally, we don't have all day."

"No!"

He groaned. "You are such a child. I am sure you look fine. But let's go. Do you have any idea how hard it was to get both of our shifts off at the same time?"

"Do you have any idea how much this bathing suit shows? Can I please have a one piece?" She stuck her head out and begged.

"No. I told you. Bikini. Come out and let me see."

Andy growled. And slowly walked out. Sam smiled a big smile. He carefully looked her up and down.

"Well what do you think?" Andy nervously asked. She refused to move her hands from the scars covering her otherwise perfect stomach.

Andy was wearing a small bright yellow bikini with a halter styled top. It had stringy sides and it went perfectly with Andy's body and hair. Sam was left speechless for a second before clearing his throat.

"You look great. However you look very awkward with your hands like that." He nodded at her hands that were on her scars. She stubbornly refused to move them. With a huff he stood up and grabbed her hands away from her stomach. She winced. "There perfect. Now can we go? I feel like your gay best friend. That's Epstein's job."

Andy laughed. "Let's go. And he's not gay. At least, I don't think."


It was about an hour drive to the beach from where Andy and Swarek were. That hour was spent with small conversation and lots of laughs about the people back at the station and what they were doing right then.

"Come on, this so beats sitting in a patrol car all day." Sam said to her. Completely astounded when she said that she missed her work.

"I like my job." she defended, laughing.

"You're a rookie. You'll learn to appreciate this later on." he mumbled. The smile fell off her face.

"I already do. I owe you so much, and I appreciate everything you've done for me. You do know that, right?"

He turned his briefly to look at her, before laughing and putting his sunglasses on. He turned on the radio.


"We're here." He told her, staring out at the ocean. It was packed with people from everywhere. Kids running and playing in the sand and water, teenagers sunbathing, adults talking and laughing in the sun.

"There is a lot of people here." She muttered self consciously.

"Oh this is not where we are going. No, there is a spot down the beach with far less people." He said while grabbing two beach towels and a cooler.

"We have to walk?" She groaned when he nodded in reply. He rolled his eyes. "Okay then."

Andy sluggishly got out of the car and walked with Sam down the hot sand and through the throngs of people. She did get many curious looks and some cat calls, but those people just passed on by and some even smiled at her. She noted that guys still gave her looks. Sam did too, only he didn't find it as great as she did.

"See? it's not bad." He stated.

"I hate it when your right."

They walked along the beach, until they got to a strip with few people on it. After they set up there stuff, they spent the day laughing in the water and laying on the blanket he brought.

At around 4 pm, both where tan, sandy, and exhausted and laying on the blanket. It was quiet for a few minutes.

"Was this a good day?" He asker her, turning onto his side.

In response she inched closer to him and lightly kissed him. It was short and sweet, but it held lots of emotion. She pulled back and rolled back over onto her back.

"Yeah. I'd classify this as a great day."


Thank you for reading! If you were brave enough to finish the story and get through all of the fluffy crap I just wrote, then I salute you.

And I suppose if people want me to, I can go into more detail about what they did at the beach.

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