A/N: Thank you guys for the reviews…this is my first fanfic so please bear with me especially with the inconsistencies…I know that Andy was supposed to have a week off after the shooting, but I kind of forgot that one. Anyway, this is a fanfic so anything goes, right? I don't really know how the story will pan out, I'm just figuring it out as I go…reviews are love may it be good or bad. Let me know what you think :D
I do not own rookie blue
It was pretty much a slow day. They drove around town and responded to a couple of complaints that turned out to be nothing serious. There was still that awkward silence between them. Andy was still looking outside the window. She didn't want Sam to see how hurt and affected she was. Now everything was over between them—their friendship, or whatever it was between them, hell she even misses him bossing her around even if only one day has passed. She would give anything for them to be okay again. Even if Sam hated her like when they first met, as long as they were talking again, she was fine with that.
Sam stopped at the red light. This gave him a chance to steal a glance at Andy. He could tell she was hurting. Sam softened his features and sighed.
'Damnit! I shouldn't have looked at her.' His heart melts at the sight of her. He could never stay mad at Andy even though she was the reason that he was hurting too.
'Maybe I should have just listened to what she had to say at least we'd still be talking.' Sam was debating whether he should lower his pride and just talk to her. 'But who wants to talk when they know they're gonna be shut down?'
End of shift came and Sam drove back to the barn. They never had that talk. They went their separate ways when they got to the barn, still ignoring each other.
Andy went in the locker room and started changing out of her uniform. She was kind of like in a daze, on autopilot as she put some stuff in her bag and in her locker. Traci entered and noticed right away that something was wrong. She sat down on the bench beside Andy and touched her arm.
"Girl, what is wrong with you?"
"Huh—what? Nothing!" Andy put on a very enthusiastic smile which totally looked fake to Traci. She arched an eyebrow.
"I doubt that. I know you long enough to know that that is not nothing." Traci looked concerned now.
"Okay, fine. But please, promise me you won't tell anyone."
"Andy, I got your back." See, it's not only Sam that has my back.
"Trace, don't freak out okay, but something happened."
"With what? Now stop delaying! Spill!"
"Something happened between Sam and me last night—"
"Finally! I thought something bad had happened." Traci let go a sigh of relief.
"Wait a minute…What?" Andy looked at her friend, confused.
"Well, everybody kinda thought that there was something there anyway. I mean, the way he looks at you and the way you keep stealing glances at him…it was a matter of time before something happened."
Andy finally let her guard down and laughed at the thought that everybody thought that there was something going on between them.
"But we could lose our job over this!"
"Relax…Best has been rooting for the both of you. And they don't have proof, do they? It's just speculations. Don't worry, okay?"
"No, it's not okay because Sam isn't talking to me anymore and I don't know why…so I guess I won't be losing my job after all." Andy gave a weak smile.
"Oh…why don't you hang with me at the Penny? Nothing a little drink can't help."
Sam left the barn in a hurry, hoping to avoid everybody. He was just not in a mood to socialize. He walked fast to his truck when he heard a voice call out to him.
"Sam! My man! Where are you headed off to so quick?" It was Oliver.
"I'm tired. I just want to go home."
"Are you though? Or are you just trying to avoid somebody?" Oliver gave him a there's-something-fishy-going-on look.
"What are you talking about?" Sam faked boredom and hoped that Oliver would quit it, but knowing his friend, it was gonna be a long night.
"Well for starters, whatever's going on between you and McNally, let's just say it's so thick you could cut it with a knife."
"That obvious, huh? I guess I'm not that good of a liar then."
"Look, I'm your friend and I know you. One day you can't keep your eyes off her and now you're avoiding her. Something is definitely up."
"I guess I'll be having a drink with you then, Oli."
"Good call, Sammy."
The Penny was packed as usual, mostly of cops who just ended their shifts. Sam was at the bar with Oliver. He specifically chose that space because it was in was in the line of sight of the table where Andy and Traci were sitting in the corner. Andy was talking animatedly with Traci and Sam noticed that she was smiling.
'God, she is beautiful.' Sam was captivated by her beauty, not only the physical aspect because obviously she was hot, but also her kindness and willingness to help others. He loved that about her—he loved everything about her.
'So, I love her now?' Sam was confused as ever. He knew that he was feeling something for her, but denied it instead because he was afraid that things would get complicated. He didn't want to admit it because Andy might not feel the same way, especially when she had Luke. He was never one to be able to break up a happy couple and of course, he was also thinking about their jobs.
"Why don't you just tell her?" He was so deep in thought that he hadn't felt Noelle sit beside him and Oliver.
"What?"
"For a guy who thinks he's pretty awesome, you sure are dense." He looked at Noelle and Oliver laughed.
"Did I say something out loud?" 'Did I have too much to drink already? I don't think so.'
"No, but it is written all over your face." Oliver offered to explain.
"Let's not talk about it, okay?"
"Let's not talk about what?" Jerry said, sneaking up behind the three of them.
"Why don't you go talk to Traci over there."
"No can do. She's having a girl on girl bonding time with McNally. No boys allowed."
"Whatever. Just let me enjoy my drink."
The four of them ordered another round of drinks when Sam noticed blonde hair enter the Penny out of the corner of his eye. He didn't need to look to know who it was and where it was headed. It was Luke and he was headed straight for Andy's table.
"Looks like Callaghan's not a boy then." Sam tried to be as uninterested as he could possibly be, but the others knew otherwise.
"Jealous much?"
"Whatever, Jerry. I'm heading home. I'll see you guys tomorrow." Sam stood up and headed straight for the door. Andy had been secretly looking at him the whole night, sending him mental messages to just come over and talk about things. She was hoping the alcohol would loosen him up, but with no such luck. She saw Luke heading over and was disappointed that her mental messages went to the wrong head.
Sam left, not taking a second look. He didn't really want to see Andy flirting around with Callaghan and vice versa. He was already heartbroken enough, realizing that he loved her and yet he couldn't just go up to her and tell her how he felt. Sam Swarek was never afraid of anything, but he was definitely afraid of this.
