Author's Note: Don't own Rookie Blue or Hard Rock. That would be the best life though.

Chapter 2

The ride to the airport was uneventful and all twelve coppers managed to get themselves and their baggage checked in and were waiting at their gate lounge waiting for boarding to be called. Save for a tense few minutes when they realized Luke was leaving from the gate two bays down, everything was perfect.

Andy was just making sure she had the travel information for the 1,000th time when she felt Sam's presence at her side.

"So, McNally, what seat did you end up with?" Sam tried to sound casual, but inside he was nervous as hell. He did NOT want to get on that plane. What had he let this woman talk him into?

"34F, I have the window seat. What about you, Sam?" In the rush to get everything checked, she had forgotten all about her plan to try to swing a seat next to Sam for the flight. She kept telling herself it was so she could have her partner's back, but deep down she was just hoping for a little quiet time alone with her favorite guy.

"34E. Looks like we're next to each other, McNally. Sure you can put up with me trapped in a confined space for almost 4 hours?" Sam quipped.

"I manage to put up with you for 10 or more hours in a squad. This is really a vacation compared to that." Andy stuck out her tongue.

"Cute, real cute, Andy. I'm just saying, you, uh, you know how I feel about this whole flying thing." Sam nervously ran his hand through his hair, trying to stay calm.

A few weeks earlier, while on a particularly slow shift, Andy had brought up the subject of flying to Sam. After a lot of prodding, she finally had him admit that he had flown once before, as a kid, and the flight had been very rocky. Sam did not want to relive that experience.

"It's going to be fine, Sam. I checked and the weather is perfect with low crosswinds all up and down the East Coast. The only wind is coming out of Canada and that will only help us get there faster. I told you, I looked everything up already."

She really had. After their talk, Andy had spent hours researching how flying worked and knew that if they didn't have a problem with wind, the flight should be a relatively smooth one. Of course she couldn't account for any air pockets, but Sam knew that.

"I know. I trust you. Just remember, No matter what happens, Ollie knows nothing." Sam didn't want to think of what his best friend would say if he knew the one thing to bring Sam to his knees was this.

"Obviously. I know Oliver. Just try to relax. They should be calling us soon."

As if on cue, the gates opened and their boarding numbers were called. As Andy boarded the flight with Sam close on her heels, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Maybe, just maybe she would think about letting her hair down when it came to Sam. After all, they were about to spend a week together away from work. Maybe she owed it to herself to be brutally honest and just see what happened. If it crashed and burned she would have to deal with that, but the chill setting of the resort would only help that. Yes, this was going to be the best idea Andy's ever had.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts and put your trays and seats back in the upright position. We will be beginning our descent. Welcome to the Dominican Republic. It is a gorgeous 82 degrees. We hope you enjoyed your flight this morning."

The voice of the captain over the intercom startled Andy awake. She looked around, confused for a second until her eyes fell on Sam. He hadn't heard the announcement and was still napping, his head lolled towards hers, their hands still intertwined. Sam had reached over and gripped Andy's hand on takeoff, almost without thinking. Once at cruising altitude he had let go, but only so he and Andy could undo their seatbelts and stretch a bit. His hand had immediately found her again, almost unconsciously, and they had soon relaxed on each other and fallen asleep. A moment that had not gone unnoticed by their friends, or their other seatmate, Dov, who had immediately snapped as many pics as he could to use later. He knew Andy loved Sam, and he was sure Swarek loved Andy. Being the hopeless romantic he was, he had been hoping this trip would finally be it for the pair. He wanted to see them happy and knew they would be when they finally got together.

"Sam, Sam, Wake up, we're about to land. SAM", Andy nudged Sam awake.

"What, huh… ummm sorry. Sorry, Andy. I guess your head was more comfortable than it looked," Sam chuckled nervously. He pulled himself together and fixed his seat.

"We're here already? I have to say, that was a smooth flight.'

"I told you it would be. I can't wait to get on the ground, get our luggage, and head to the resort!" the excited, happy-go-lucky Andy was slowly coming back. Sam was thrilled. It had been a long time since he saw her this excited. About eight months, actually. He could even admit he was excited too. As much as he didn't initially want this, he knew they were in for a fun week.

"This really is going to be fun. I can't wait to get there, either." Sam smiled.

Across the aisle and behind them, their friends had been listening to the exchange after spending the flight watching their friends sleep on each other. Everyone smiled and nodded to each other. Traci had spent the flight filling them in on her take on the McSwarek relationship in hushed tones, and the friends had all agreed if nothing else, they would get Sam and Andy to admit they were in love before they boarded the plane home in a week. With the thought of a week in paradise ahead of them, the coppers of 15, Zoe, and Sue all excitedly got ready to disembark. This was going to be perfect.