Disclaimer: Don't own Rookie Blue.

A.N. I was going to split this chapter into two since I normally don't do long chapters but I decided that that was mean...

Hope you enjoy!

Sam was greeted by Noelle when he entered the station. "Where's Andy?"

"Got a text from her this morning saying she called in sick. I was running late so I couldn't check on her."

"Swarek" Frank motioned for him to come into his office. "What's wrong with McNally?"

He gave Frank the same response he had given Noelle and then headed to the locker room to change.

When he exited, he almost walked into Traci Nash. "Officer Nash, how's your son?"

Traci smiled. "He's good. He'll be back in school tomorrow."

"And where's Jerry? I haven't seen him yet today."

Traci glanced around and saw that they were alone. "He told me that I had taken enough time off and he has more than enough days so he would stay home with Leo today since Leo is not really sick, he just has to be out of school for 24 hours after the last time he was sick."

Smiling at the fact that things were finally working out for Traci and Jerry after the whole Dex fiasco, Sam headed into the parade room.

Sam was not surprised when Best said he was riding solo. Since the rookies had passed their evaluations, Frank had played with the pairings. Now, Epstein and Diaz rode together as one pair and Peck and Nash rode together as another pair. Sam had been pulled off TO duties and was riding with Andy. Technically they should not have been together but Frank decided that they made a good pair and until they were officially tied together he would leave them together. Andy also served as the swing officer, any time one of her year-mates was out, she took their position and Sam rode solo. In fact, since Traci had been gone for the past two days, Sam had not ridden with Andy in almost a week.

Traci and Gail were put on desk and Frank told Traci to go check on Andy before she started. Glad that he had cleaned up her apartment before he left, Sam headed to his car.

Sam drove to a little coffee shop that he and Andy frequented. After making small talk with the proprietor (who wanted to know why his partner had not been in in a while) he headed to the squad car with his coffee. Today he was on the highway with a speed gun. Pretty boring job, especially without a partner, but he did not get to choose what he was doing.

He had just pulled over his first car when his cell phone vibrated. Going back to his squad car to run the plates, he flipped open his phone and saw a text message from Andy.

Traci just left.

Smiling, Sam headed out to the driver. "Your record is spotless so I will let you go this time." He waved the driver on before flipping open his cell phone as he headed to the car. "Is that she left, just letting you know, or, she left and I want you to come?" he asked as soon as he heard the telltale click that she had picked up.

"The second" was her whispered reply.

"I'll be there soon." Sam hung up the phone and headed to Andy's apartment.

He found Andy sitting up in bed. As soon as he had his key out of the door, she shifted and he motioned for her to stay put. He crossed the room and sat down on the bed, pulling her close. "I don't know what I did when I was sick before you came into my life" she murmured.

He felt her tears as she buried herself further into his shirt. He ran his arms across her back, waiting for her.

When she finally looked up, he saw that her eyes were fever-bright. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I keep crying."

"Andy" he tilted her chin so she was looking directly into his eyes "you are sick, it happens."

"Yeah, but I was sick in front of Traci."

Sam sighed. "You think she's never seen it before?" He kissed her lightly. "Don't worry about it. Instead, worry about yourself. You should be trying to sleep."

Andy yawned in response. Sam pushed her lightly until she was lying down and then pulled the blankets over her. "Sam?" she whispered. When she saw she had his attention she swallowed. "Will you stay until I fall asleep?"

Sam kissed her forehead. "Of course." He sat beside her, stroking her hair gently until she drifted off. Only then did he stand up and let himself out of the apartment, back to the highway for speed tickets.

Hours later, Sam's phone began to vibrate. He was in the middle of cuffing a would be shoplifter so he ignored it. Only when he finished did he pull out his phone. "What is it Nash?"

"Sir, aren't you on your lunch break now?"

Technically, he was supposed to be on his lunch break but things came up all the time. Only rookies had to clock in. The rest of the officers took their lunch break during the lulls of the day. "I'm in the middle of a shoplifting arrest. Can it wait?"

"I can't get into Andy's apartment. She's not answering the door."

Sam sighed. "Go home and check on your child. Maybe she's asleep." He hung up, loaded the shoplifter into his squad car and headed back to the barn.

Once the prisoner was in booking, Sam left for his lunch break. He headed to Andy's apartment and let himself in. He heard the water running and realized she was in the shower. Not wanting to scare her, he knocked on the shower door and called out to her that Traci was going to stop by soon. Then he went into the kitchen to make something for lunch.

He had just finished eating when he heard the water stop running. After waiting a few minutes, he knocked on the door. "Andy? You okay sweetheart?" When he didn't get a response, he turned the handle and let himself into the bathroom.

He found her sitting on the floor. When he entered, she looked up at him. "I hate being sick" she moaned.

Sam gently picked her up, helped her clean up and then carried her to the bed. "Didn't you say it was a twelve hour virus? It should be over soon."

Andy sighed, lethargically removing the towel from her head. She picked up a brush and stared at it until Sam took it out of her hands. He quickly brushed and braided her hair. When he finished, Andy felt her hair and then looked at him, surprised. "How did you do that?" Her hair was in a perfect French braid, something she would have never managed.

Sam smiled. "Sarah took advantage of me when I was younger and worshiped her. She taught me how to braid her hair so she would be the envy of her class. Come, you need to get out of the bed" he held his hand out to her and led her to the couch.

She had barely curled up against him when a knock sounded. "It's open" Sam called.

Traci entered the room, taking in the two of them on the couch. She dropped into one of the other chairs. "How are you feeling?"

Andy looked at Sam. "A little better." He squeezed her hand.

She was saved from other questions by the tone of Traci's phone. Traci flipped it open and sighed. "I have to go. I'm late and Gail's annoyed." She stood up. "Feel better Andy." With a smile, she left the apartment.

Sam waited until the door clicked before turning to Andy. "Liar!"

Andy sighed. "I do feel a little better."

Sam looked at her. "I have to leave soon but first I want you to try to eat something. Crackers or toast, something light."

Andy nodded. "Do we have crackers?" Sam stood up and found Saltines in the closet. He handed them to Andy. She took a few and ate them slowly. When she finished, she curled up next to Sam. They sat in silence for a few minutes. The silence was broken with the vibrating of Sam's cell phone. He pulled it out and saw it was a text from Noelle asking how Andy was.

Sam looked at Andy. "Noelle wants to know how you are."

Andy smiled at him. "Fine! All better."

Sam texted Noelle that Andy was feeling better as he muttered "famous last words". Sure enough, a minute later, Andy dashed into the bathroom.

When she finished being sick, Sam helped her clean up and get back into bed. "Great luck, as always McNally" he murmured. He pulled the covers around her and noticed that she was asleep. He kissed her forehead and silently left the apartment.

Sam came home and found Andy sitting up in bed, waiting for him. He kissed her forehead, relived to note the fever was gone. "How are you feeling?"

She smiled. "Better. I've tried eating and I'm fine."

"I still don't want you going to work tomorrow."

"Sam…"

"Listen Andy. You are no help if you are sick."

"We'll discuss it tomorrow morning." She knew her stubborn streak would win out. "Anything interesting happen at work today?"

Sam kissed her again and pulled her close. "Besides for the fact that there is a betting pool going that you are pregnant, no."

Andy glared at him. "Sam?"

"I didn't start it. I just said you were sick. Blame Traci for saying that you were throwing up."

Wait…ARE YOU SERIOUS? They started a betting pool that I'm pregnant?"

A.N. Originally, I had chapters 1 and 2 together...then I realized I needed more details so I split them up.

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