A/N: Hey guys, in case you didn't notice, I've changed this to "M" rating (thanks to the diligent reviewer for pointing that out!) as you know there is gonna be some smuttiness in my fic! Starting with this chapter! Ok, you have been warned.

Three Weeks Earlier

Sam lounged back on his desk chair and propped his feet up on his desk. From this vantage point he could see Andy in the break room struggling with the coffee machine. She never really did get the hang of that thing and usually opted to either bring in her coffee or go for the selection in the pot. But he had seen Noelle finish off the coffee from the pot, and Andy had come running in later than her usual arrival time so she clearly didn't have time to buy coffee. So it made him smile to notice she changed in record time and was now battling for a cup of coffee before parade.

He thought about going over to help her get her fix but this was way more fun. She bashed the side of the coffee machine, pressed more buttons but ultimately walked away empty handed with a frown on her face. He was waiting for her to notice him and when she did, he held up a coffee cup for her. She smiled and came towards him. He handed her the cup with a smile.

"Oh thanks Sam, I'm gasping for a…" She shook the cup in her hand. "This cup is empty."

"I know." He pushed himself away from the desk and stood. "It was the latte I had this morning."

"I thought you had a coffee for me."

"I know." He smiled wide and started to walk towards the parade room. "Could you throw it into the trash for me?" he said as he looked over his shoulder with a wink.

Andy rolled her eyes, tossed the cup into the trash and followed him into the parade room. He was standing at the back of the room when she brushed past him to get to her seat and, purposefully bumped him with her shoulder as she did. She took her seat next to Dov and ignored his eyes boring into the back of her head.

He sat up on the desk at the back of the room with Oliver who was biting into a slice of toast.

"What's goin on with you and McNally?" Sam smiled and shook his head. "Good. Glad we got that cleared up."

Before Sam could say anything else Best walked into the room and took his customary place at the podium.

"Friday night!" he called out. "Last shift after 5 days in a row. " He held up his hands and everyone cheered. "So let's finish this week on a high. Cars 15-oh-6, 15-oh-9, 15-19, and 15-oh-2 all on patrol out by the area. It's a semi-final for the Leafs, it's a sell-out event so we're going to need the man power. Shaw you can take point at that."

"Go Leafs!" Oliver said.

"Everyone else, stay visible out there. Car assignments are on the board. Be safe, be seen."

The room broke off into groups of chatter but before Best left he called out to Sam and gestured for him to follow him. Andy walked over to the board and saw she was on patrol with Sam but not at the arena. She walked out to the garage with Dov, who chatted idly about some video game he had been playing the night before. Dov hopped into a car with Chris and they took off shortly afterward. She hefted her bag into the boot and climbed into the driver's seat and waited for him. When he hadn't come out after 15 minutes she went back into the barn to find him.

She could see him talking with Best in his office but was more surprised to see Luke in there too. Sam sat in a chair. Best leaned on the desk in front of him and Luke was pacing slowly next to the door. He had his sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His tie was loose and his hands gripped his waist as he paced. He seemed to be making angry gestures and talking loudly but she couldn't hear. She stood by the coffee pot and started making a fresh pot while she waited.

Sam planted both of his feet on the ground and griped the arms of the chair he was sitting in, in a white knuckle grip and kept his eye staring forward at a spot of peeling paint on the wall behind Frank's desk.

"This assignment should only take a couple of weeks," Best said. "You're the best man for the job."

"Really? How do you figure that?" Sam bit back without looking up.

"Sam, you are a trustworthy, steady cop. You read pretty much every situation perfectly, people are drawn to you and trust you implicitly."

"Perfect combination for betrayal huh."

"It's not like that Swarek. Jesus are you blind?!" Luke walked over to stand in front of him and waited for Sam to look up. "Internal Affairs has had multiple complaints about Division 22. But none of them can be substantiated. Coppers lose their nerve, won't testify, quit and leave the division."

"So you want me to work there from the inside. Turn against my fellow coppers?"

Luke knew this was going to be a tough sell. Sam held his cop brothers above all else and asking him to work undercover amongst them only to then turn on them went against everything he knew about the man.

"No. I'm asking you to turn against corrupt coppers who are trafficking evidence. Millions of dollars of evidence in the last year alone."

Sam had no reply. Best sensed enough had been said and stood up. He brushed down the front of his tie and coughed to get both Sam's and Luke's attention.

"If you decide to take this opportunity, I'll need to know by tomorrow night." He said as he rested his hand on Sam's shoulder. "For now, get out there and sort out the streets."

Sam stood without looking at Luke and walked out. Instead of going out to the garage to meet Andy he beelined for the changing room. Andy thought of following him but having caught the look on his face thought better of it.

She finished making the coffee and poured two cups then hurried out to the car to wait for him. It was another ten minutes before he joined her. When he jumped into the car he barely cast her a glance before buckling his belt.

"Well?" he said when she made no move to drive the car.

"Ok, yeah sure…" Andy started the car. Gone was the playful smile from this morning, no longer was he watching her surreptitiously instead his focus seemed to be elsewhere. "So…" she started after the first twenty minutes of stony silence. "What kept you?"

"Hmmm?"

"This morning when Best called on you after parade."

"Oh, it was nothing." Luke had set the parameters of the internal UC plan. If he was going to go ahead with it, he would have to put in for the transfer and go through the normal procedures. No one could know it was a mission, no one could know that his transfer was anything but genuine. In fact, Sam realised, if he did go for it, he would have to have a valid reason for leaving the 15th. He looked over at her as she drove through the streets. Heavy traffic took most of her attention so he could take a few seconds longer to look than normal. An affair would be a good enough reason. A one night stand with a colleague who he then needed to get away from could be a good reason. Also could be a fun reason. Sam chuckled and looked away, focused his thoughts on the bust streets outside.

"What's so funny?"

"Friday night in Toronto." He said mystically.

"What?" Andy pulled up at a red light and turned to look at him.

"Some nights you get it in your blood that something has got to change." He turned to look at her and caught her eyes with his own. "Doesn't have to be something huge. It can be small. The part in my hair, wearing long sleeves or short. Boxers or briefs."

"What the hell are you talking about Sam?" she said chuckling at his weird thoughts. If she didn't know better she would think he was drunk. But even drunk Sam was more stoic than this.

Before he could answer her, their radio buzzed and drew both of their attention.

"Car 15-13 assistance requested in York, shots fired in a robbery, still under progress at the corner of Eglinton and Dufferin st."

"This is car 15-13, copy that, we're on the way." Andy responded then hit the sirens button with her palm and sped up.

By the time they got to the drug store that reported the robbery the suspects has fled. Andy questioned the staff and customers as Sam walked the store and cleared the back rooms. He noticed cameras on nearly every corner of the store. When he returned to the front of the store Andy had finished taking notes. She called in a BOLO to the dispatch and arranged for the store manager to provide them with video footage as soon as it was available.

Andy led the way back to the car. Sam seemed to be lagging behind, watching the streets, the passers-by with more interest than it deserved. He hadn't even asked her for the car keys as they got into the squad and drove back out into the traffic.

"Inside job." He said after a moment.

"What?"

"That robbery. I bet we'll find out it was an inside job."

"What makes you say that?"

"Cameras all over the store, one entry point, large glass windows, tall aisles that could hide any amount of people. Only an idiot would think he could rob that place and get away with it."

"So it was an inside job?"

"Yes."

"That's ridiculous Sam."

"Care to wager?"

Andy looked over at him and caught his smile.

"Sure. Twenty bucks?"

"C'mon, you can do better than that," he said and he turned a little on the chair to face her more fully. "There has got to be something else you want from me, besides money."

Andy frowned and looked over at him. The smile he was wearing was unlike one she had seen on him before. Well no that's not true she realised. Last week after she pulled that girl from the burning car, after he had saved that child, he came running through the crowd looking for her. He had worn a smile like this then. Parted lips, showing his teeth, hooded eyes as if he thought it might hide his thoughts from her.

"I'm sure I can come up with something." She saw the surprise in his eyes at her response but he looked away and chuckled. He said nothing then just when she thought he had let it drop he spoke.

"Well? What have you got?"

"How about you cook me some of that famous pasta dinner."

"Dinner?" Sam laughed. "You want me to cook you dinner?"

"Yeah, you are always saying how good a cook you are. Prove it."

"Ok, deal." He held out his hand and she shook it but pressed on the brakes at the red light when he held onto it and squeezed. "And what do I get? If I win the bet, and that robbery was an inside job…what do I get?"

"What do you want?"

At her words he squeezed her hand and tugged it a little closer. He looked directly into her eyes.

"Have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"What?" Andy glanced at the lights, they had turned green but no one would dare honk their horn at a squad car so she ignored it.

"Have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"Eh…oh, ok."

And with that he dropped her hand and looked out the window again.

Andy fumbled with the car to put it in drive, hoped he didn't notice, but knew he did, and drove off.

By 4am they were back in the barn. They had made six arrests and were now filing paperwork at their desks. Sam had been his usual quiet self, speaking only in jibes and jokes. He had chased down two suspects while she took different routes with the car. He had taken a punch to the gut but brushed it off and had cut his arm up pretty bad on cut glass but again refused any hospital attention. Now in the barn, he was flying through the paperwork like he was possessed.

Something had changed but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. By the time six AM had rolled around their shift was over and they had finished all their booking paperwork.

He hadn't mentioned their bet for the rest of the shift and she had thought he had forgotten it. Hoped he had forgotten it she corrected her thoughts. She went into the locker rooms to shower and change and was sitting on the bench tying her laces when Traci came in.

"Hey Andy, good shift?"

"Yeah, pretty quiet for a Friday night."

"Is something going on between you and Sam?"

"What? No! Why would you ask that?"

"Well Gerry is out there talking with Sam and he is looking pretty damned pleased with himself."

"Gerry?"

"No Sam. Sam is looking pleased with himself." Traci smiled at Andy. "You know, like the cat who got the cream." Traci pulled off her vest and hung it into her locker then started to unbutton her shirt. "So I was just wondering if you knew…"

"Knew what?"

"Whether Sam…got the cream." Traci pulled off her shirt and put it in her locker beside her vest and then looked over at Andy who was shaking her head.

"I've no idea what you are talking about."

Traci looked at her friend and smiled. She sat down on the bench next to her and nudged her.

"Tell me. Something happened today while you were on patrol with him. So spill…"

"We were called out to a robbery on Englinton." She turned one the bench and crossed her legs Indian style beneath her, leaned forward and lowered her voice to a mere whisper. "He scanned the store while I talked to the manager and witnesses. Later on in the car he said that it was an inside job. And he asked me to make a wager on it."

"What?" Traci was smiling.

"So I suggested we wager twenty bucks but he said he thought I could do better than that, he said, and I quote 'You've got to want something more from me besides money'"

"He did not!" Traci covered her mouth with her hands.

"And so I suggested he cook that pasta dish he's always bragging about."

"Oh my god Andy, that's so lame!" Traci was laughing.

"I know! I panicked!"

"So what did he want if he won?"

"Well when I asked him that he said I should have dinner with him tomorrow night."

"Ah-ha!" Traci wagged her finger in front of them both. "Now it all makes sense."

"What does?"

"Why Sam looks so pleased with himself."

Traci stood and continued to undress then grabbed her towel.

"What Traci, what makes sense?"

"Go out to him and find out. He is clearly waiting for you." She winked at her friend and went into the showers.

Andy finished tying her laces, grabbed her bag and closed her locker. She took a deep breath then stepped out into the hallway but it was empty. He wasn't standing there waiting for him. She spotted Gerry by his desk working on some files, Chris and Dov walking into the gent's locker room and presumed that Sam was in there too. She tried to ignore the pit of disappointment that rattled around her gut and instead fixed her bag on her shoulder and turned to leave. She walked out the front instead of through the garage in an attempt to convince herself she wasn't looking for him.

She had walked about 2 blocks before he managed to catch up with her and pulled up alongside her in his truck.

"Need a ride McNally?" He called out of his open window.

She felt the disappointment melt and turned to him and smiled. "Sure."

She hopped in and tossed her bag into the back seat. She expected him to say something to her but he just drove in silence. The morning traffic was just about to get heavy when he pulled up outside her apartment. He killed the engine and turned to face her.

"Good shift McNally."

"Yeah, thanks for the ride."

"I was talking to Gerry about the robbery at the pharmacy on Englinton."

"Oh?" So here it was she realised.

"Night manager's brother in law."

"hmmmm. Co-incidence?"

"No. Inside Job." He grinned at her and she shook her head and smiled. "So…dinner tonight?"

"You meant that?"

"You trying to welch on the bet McNally?" he teased her.

"No, I just thought you were joking." She reached into the back to grab her bag and put her hand on the door to open it.

He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder to stop her from leaving. "I wasn't."

"Oh." She was flustered now, made worse by their proximity and his hand on her shoulder. "Ok, where will I meet you?"

"I'll swing by to pick you up. At 6."

"Ok."

She sat in the car and stared at him for a few more moments then when he started the engine again she fumbled for the door handle and opened it.

"Sleep well McNally," he called out to her as she stepped out and closed the door behind her.

Sam drove off and left her standing on the path. He saw her surprise but also her smile after he reminded her about their bet. Shortly after leaving her at home Sam parked back in the lot at Division 15 again and went back into the barn. He went straight to Frank's office and knocked on the door. Frank waved him in then turned his chair towards him and gestured toward the other chair.

"What can I do for you Sam?"

"I'd like to put in for a transfer to 22nd Division."

Frank nodded his head.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes sir. I think it's time for a change."

Frank picked up his phone and dialled one of the internal extensions. "Hey Luke, can you can come into my office please?"

Andy woke up at about 3pm and rolled over onto her back. After working a week on nightshift she always found it hard to get back into a normal routine. The sun streamed in to her bedroom even though she had the curtains closed. She pushed the duvet off and sat up. It had been a restless sleep. She tossed and turned for hours thinking about Sam.

His strange reaction after coming out of the meeting with Best, his strange mood, smiles, the wager and then the lift home. Something was up with him and she was determined to find out what it was. She ate some cereal then showered and went into her room to dress. She wondered where Sam would be taking her for dinner. Would it be formal? Or some random steak joint. Should she stay casual or dress up. Was this even a date?

She flopped back onto her bed and moaned aloud. God dammit… was she nervous? She looked at her watch and saw it was half five and realised Sam would be here in 30 minutes. She got off the bed and went to the wardrobe. It was a lovely evening, the weather was beautiful. She could pull off a summer skirt and blouse and it would work for casual or formal.

She pulled on a dark blue skirt that came to her knees and a dark red v neck top with three quarter length sleeves. She found a pair of shoes, and but on some eyeliner then lipstick and a splash of perfume. She ran her fingers through her hair, clips up the sides in a half pony tail then looked at herself in the mirror.

"Ugh… too much? Too little?" She shrugged then went to the kitchen to have a glass of water to calm her nerves.

Sam parked his truck outside her flat about twenty minutes before he was supposed to be there. He killed the engine and looked out his apartment at her flat and waited. He had spent about 4 hours with Luke and Frank going over the transfer routine. Monday morning he would be starting in 22. They had concocted a case of evidence fraud against him that had been buried but not far enough that it couldn't be discovered by whomever wanted it in 22.

He managed to get to bed by noon. Caught a couple of hours sleep then spend the rest of the afternoon preparing. When he sat in his car to pick her up, he suddenly regretted this wager he had made. He knew this was going to be a mistake. But he had been in a UC sting before and there was never any guarantees that the time line would be as easy as he might like so he wanted to…

"To what Sam exactly?" he said to his empty car. "What are you doing?!" he argued with himself for the duration of the journey and even more when he had parked up outside her flat. But when he caught a glimpse of her walking by the living room window his resolve to leave vanished. He hopped out of the car, went across the road and knocked on her door. She answered it in seconds.

"Ok! You're here," she stammered. "Great. So, do you want to come in side? Or…should we leave? Do you have reservations?"

Sam smiled. She always babbled like this when she was nervous. He looked her up and down. The outfit she had chosen was perfect. He could see her legs, her curves, and the low cut on the top was enough to show off the top of her breasts.

"Let's leave."

He stepped back off her stoop and waited for her to lock up then led her out to his truck. Sam opened the door for her then walked around to drive. He smiled when he sat in and she returned it. She watched the streets pass and wondered where they were going and was surprised when he pulled up at his own place.

"We're eating here?"

"Yep."

"Did you cook?"

"Yep."

He climbed out, walked around and opened the door for her then more surprising than anything else that had happened so far he held out his hand for her to take. She just looked at it for a moment then when he gestured with his fingers for her to take his hand, she reached out and did just that.

He only let her hand go when he had to open his apartment. She stepped in before him and walked with him into the kitchen. He had a bottle of red wine open on the counter with two glasses ready to be filled.

"Drink?" he offered even as he picked it up and poured out a glass for her.

"Yeah, thanks."

He poured a glass for himself too then held it out and she clinked hers against it. They sipped in silence then he started to walk out to the garden, and gestured for her to follow him. Out in the back garden he had a BBQ smoking lightly, and the picnic bench she had only ever seen used to hold engine parts was lines with a blue check table cloth and set for two people.

"Wow Sam…what's all this?"

"Dinner. Take a seat" He opened the BBQ and took out a parcel of tinfoil and carried it into the kitchen. He reappeared a few moments later with two steaks and put them onto the grill. "Hey turn on some music," he said as he pointed at the radio on the window and sipped his wine.

Andy turned on the radio and found some tunes then walked over to stand by him at the BBQ.

"Can I help with anything?"

"No, I got this."

He seared the meat, brushed on some more marinade then went into the kitchen to get the rest of the food. Andy watched with interest as he put a large bowl filled with pasta salad, some grilled corn, a basket of bread and the bottle of wine. After a few minutes more he plated up one of the steaks then turned to her and smiled.

"How do you like your steak?"

"Medium rare."

"Then the food is served." He plated up and took a seat opposite her.

They ate and chatted, drank the bottle of wine, he opened another and poured fresh drinks. Once they were finished with dinner he cleared the dishes and put them into the sink then joined her at the picnic bench again.

"What's going on here Sam?"

"Dinner."

"Yeah I can see that, and it was delicious."

"Thank you." He leaned forward and smiled proudly.

"But why are you cooking for me?"

"The bet remember? Did you bang you head when we were chasing that guy down Dundas? On no, wait, that was me!"

"Yeah but-"

"Look Andy, I just wanted to do something nice for you, is that so bad?" He waited for her response but she didn't have one. She shook her head and smiled then reached for her wine and took a drink. Just then the soft rock that had been playing finished and a slow ballad started. Sam watched her for a moment then stood up and stretched his hand out for her.

"Dance with me."

"What?" She laughed.

"You heard."

She looked at his hand, up to his face then back to his outstretched hand then found herself taking it. He pulled her in close, held her hand against his chest and let his other hand rest on the small of her back. Her other hand reached up to her shoulder and held on as he started to sway in time to the music.

As the song progressed he tightened his grip around her, and pulled her even closer, one of his legs between hers, then lowered his head to kiss her.

The kiss was soft and hesitant and felt like a left hook had hit her. His lips were warm and moved slowly against hers as if he was savouring every second of it. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss parted her lips and let her tongue move against his.

He released her hand and buried it into her hair, and the other hand on her back sank lower to cup her ass. She moaned into his mouth when he pressed her against him so he did it again. The slow music had changed and as if it flicked a switch inside both of them their kissing became frantic. He bent to pick her up then took two steps towards the table and perched her onto the edge. He gripped her head with two hands and kissed her roughly. She busied her hands by unbuttoning his shirt then dragged her hands up his chest and over his shoulders to peel it off him.

He lifted the edge of her top and only broke their kiss to pull it over her head. The skirt she was wearing was light and flowing and he could easily drag his hands up her legs from her knees. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him close but the barrier or his dark trousers was frustrating. She reached down and started to unbuckle his belt but his hands came down to still her ministrations.

"We could move this inside if you like…" he kissed her neck as he spoke. But she just brushed his hands aside and finished what she had started. She felt him smile against her neck as she unfastened his trousers and let them fall around his ankles. He toed off his shoes and kicked his pants aside then lifted her off the bench and pulled down her panties.

He leaned down and kissed the curves of her breasts, lifted one hand up to knead them as the other hand pulled her tightly against his crotch. Her fingers slipped under the rim of his boxer briefs and circled his waist to his front then without warning then went lower and gripped him tightly, making him suck in his breath through gritted teeth.

"Oh….Careful there…it's attached."

He chuckled as he kissed her then lifted his head and kissed her properly. Probed her mouth with his tongue as she mimicked the rhythm with her hands on his cock. After only a few seconds he couldn't take it anymore, he lifted her skirt higher, pulled her to the edge of the table, she yanked his underwear down and tilted her hips.

He entered her in one smooth motion and she made a long low moaning sound at the sensation of him filling her up. He pulled out then stroked back in and soon has a slow steady rhythm going. She held onto his shoulders for a while then leaned back with her hands behind her to counter the rhythm of his thrusts. He sped up for a while then slowed right down. She watched him through hooded eyelids. He bit his bottom lip, looked up to the sky, massaged her ass and watched her breasts bouncing.

When he caught her watching him he smiled, sped up his thrusts again while holding her eye contact but there were too many things happening. Her ass was supple beneath his fingers, her breasts, still encased in the hot pink bra she was wearing, moved up and down, begging for his lips, and when he kissed them they felt exactly as good as he would have hoped. And that was the last thing he really remembered.

Everything else became a blur of pleasure and panting. Two more complete thrusts into her and he came hard. He held her against him, held her in place as his cock twitched inside her. He felt her quiver around him, milking him, making him come for longer than he thought he could. He lifted his eyes and saw her flat out on the table before him, her back was arched and her mouth was open as she gasped in an effort to get more breath.

He leaned over her and kissed her hungrily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her up with him when he sat up.

"Hey…" he muttered against her neck as he nuzzled her.

"Sam Swarek." She said, her voice was low and raspy and made his cock twitch. "What kind of seduction was this?"

"A successful one." She laughed and kissed his cheek. He sat up away from her and looked down at her smiling face. "C'mon…" He stepped away from her, bent to pull up his boxer briefs then stood and helped her off the table. She went to reach for her top but he snatched her hand back. "No, leave it."

He led her into the kitchen, pulled two spoons out of the drawer and passed them to her, then took a pint of ice cream out of the freezer. Still holding her hand, he led her into the living room, sat into the couch and pulled her down to nestle between his legs with her back against his chest. He opened the ice cream and held it out in front of her. She passed him a spoon and turned the ice cream over to get a look at the flavour.

"Pistachio?"

"Yeah! What's wrong with pistachio?" He reached around her and scooped some ice cream out with his spoon.

"Nothing, I guess I just figured you for a Rocky Road guy."

"Why is that?"

"Oh you know…sweet and tempting to look at, but inside it can be soft or crunchy and bitter." She took a mouthful of the pistachio, squealing for mercy when he tickled her.

"I'll take that as a compliment!"

He reached around her for more ice cream and popped it into his mouth then watched her. From his vantage point he could see the side of her face. She was concentrating on getting the quickly melting ice cream onto the spoon without making a mess. Her tongue was pressed between her lips, she squirmed her hips, knowing full well the effect it was having on him and popped the ice cream into her mouth without dropping any of it.

"So…" she said after having her fill of ice cream. "Are you going to tell me what Frank was talking about before shift last night?"

"It was nothing, it was a performance review."

"Oh? How did you do?"

"Fine."

"Just fine? No commendation?"

"No, not this time."

Sam put his spoon down and started to rub her neck. He wanted to remember all of this. Savour all of this. It could be a long time again before he got this close to her, if ever. She let her head fall back onto his chest and he continued to massage her until she slept. Then he pulled the blanked down from the back of the couch to cover them, held her in his arms and hugged her tightly.

In two days he would be gone form division 15. She would hear about the story of his fraud and he wondered if she would believe it. He needed her to believe it. The strength of this UC mission depended on her and everyone else believing it. But above all that, he wanted her to know it wasn't true.

Regardless of the outcome he was sure she would be pretty mad, and it would take a whole lot of convincing for her to let him hold her like this again. So he held her even tighter, if that was even possible and kissed her neck. She moaned and rolled her head towards his lips and he just took it all in.