Three's Company
A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews. They made my day, they always do though. I will be updating Grace soon as well. I haven't proof read everything yet though. And, I would just like to enforce this is going to be more of a slower fic, it will take some time to get to Andy and Sam land... :) Please review, but most of all enjoy!
Rating: T
Couple: Sam and Andy
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.
-Unknown
Sam was trying to decide between a grey shirt or a blue shirt. They were both Hanes v-necks, but it was still quite a decision.
He finally decided on the grey. He didn't want to go to this thing, so why look happy about it?
He looked up at the ceiling and started to curse. The last thing he wanted to do on his night off was to spend more time with Tommy McNally, not to mention his eighteen-year-old daughter.
If he knew his daughter was older, he might actually look forward to going to this dinner, but knowing about her age, he decided this night was going to be horrendous.
He walked into the kitchen and picked out the best wine he had. He promised Tommy that he would supply the wine and the beer. He still had yet to pick out the beer.
He looked once more in the mirror inspecting himself, before deciding to walk out the door.
Now or never.
Sam walked into the local liquor store. He gave a slight nod to the owner, Jim Owens before going to the beer section.
Sam heard Jim yell from the register, "special occasion Sam?"
Sam looked at the beer selection before moving his eyes to look at Jim.
"Going to Tommy's for dinner."
"Ah, Andy is coming to town tonight isn't she?"
Coming up the counter he gave Jim a perplexed look, "you know Andy?"
Jim rang up Sam's purchases, "a lovely young lady. Had some problems in the past."
It was an off-handed comment, but Sam still took it seriously. "Problems?"
Jim nodded his head. "Once her mother decided to leave, she had somewhat of a downward spiral. You know got some tattoos, dyed her hair some interesting colors, you know the usual rebellious teen acts."
So Tommy's daughter was basically a freak. Sam had come to that conclusion when he heard about the hair dying.
"Oh, I didn't know that."
Jim sacked the beer and handed it to Sam. "Good luck tonight Sammy."
Sam inwardly groaned. Tommy must've been calling him Sammy in here.
"Thanks Jim, I'll fill you in the next time I come in."
Sam gave Jim a small wave before exiting the small liquor store.
What Sam didn't know was the Jim was smiling at what he had in store tonight at the McNally's.
He walked up the house that he presumed was Tommy's. McNally on the door gave it away, when he finally noticed it.
He looked down at himself. Nice black slacks and a grey v-neck. A causal, yet dressier look that he didn't much wear around the job. He hoped it impressed Tommy enough to never have to do this again.
He stood their a few more minutes before he finally decided to knock.
He saw the door open and let out a sharp breath he didn't realize he had been holding.
"You must be Sam."
He gave her the once over. The girl standing in front of him was simply beautiful. He would normally call a girl hot, but this girl deserved more than just that. She had legs that went for a mile. Her hair was chesnut brown and her smile was more than welcoming.
After a few seconds of not responding, Sam finally let out a simple, "yep."
She smiled at him. "I'm Andy. Come on in."
His eyes almost bugged out of the sockets.
Andy? Andy McNally?