Author's Note: Thanks to all the people who favourite, alerted and reviewed, you're awesome. I hope you guys like this chapter. Originally I was going to include this as part of the last chapter, but I was excited for you guys to see my new story idea and couldn't wait till I had a million pages typed up. So who saw Rookie Blue the other night? Unfortunately it hasn't premiered over here yet so if anyone knows where I can access free online, please let me know. I don't know if anyone else read the article about their plans for this season, but they're apparently looking at what the characters desire and whether they actually want those things once they happen and for Sam and Andy that's if they want to be together. So hopefully fanfiction won't be the only place we see Andy/Sam soon.
Freedom-In-Fantasy

Stepping outside the hotel, they were hit with enough lights to light all of Toronto, blazing all down the strip. Music boomed and lines of well dressed and sparkly people were already forming. "WOW" was the collective opinion. The neon spectacle was far from the dusty streets they had seen today. Traci picked a club she liked the look of and they went in. After a drink, the girls dragged their partners onto the floor as the men lightly grumbled. Sam and Andy stayed behind. They would need a few drinks if they were going to share a bed tonight.

Soon enough a guy asked Andy to dance followed by a few more, leaving Sam feeling jealous as he saw her dancing and talking animatedly. Little did he know Andy was watching him just like he was watching her and after one blonde too many approached him, she excused herself and joined Sam for refreshments, giving the girl who nearby was showing Sam practically her whole chest a "get lost" look. Sam's enthusiastic response to Andy's arrival had the girl slinking away to Andy's satisfaction. A couple of drinks and a light-hearted conversation later and Sam said, "you know I haven't danced all evening, would you help a friend out McNally?" Andy giggled. "I was just about to ask the same thing." They danced for a while, the alcohol even let them dance a little dirty, but then a slow song came on and before Sam could take Andy in his arms, she brightly suggested "let's do shots." So Sam reluctantly agreed. Somehow shots turned into a drinking game and after a very drunk Andy won by one shot, an equally drunk Sam joined her on the dance floor. This time their moves most definitely teased. Sam was suppressing groans as Andy rubbed her body all over his and grinded against him. Not that his hands weren't on her hips encouraging her or anything. Andy felt like everywhere Sam touched was on fire. This time when a slow song came on neither of them ran away. They melted into each other's arms, getting closer and closer till they were almost one. The song was one they vaguely recognised as one where at the end lovers generally kissed and somehow it felt so right they let themselves fall into a kiss. When they surfaced Sam was muttering "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have." But Andy silenced him with another kiss. "I wanted you to." Andy whispered in a way only a drunk confession could go. "I've always wanted you, but after breaking my engagement with Luke, I couldn't bear to be hurt like that again. "If I ever get engaged again, I would fear that so much and I don't want to loose you, I love you too much."

Sam laughed, blatantly drunk, "so let's skip the engagement and just get married. I love you, you love me, and I would've married you if we dated anyway."
"Ok, yes I'll marry you." Andy kissed Sam again. "Let's do it tonight, I don't want to think about this because I'll over think it and run away and I don't wanna run away from you Sam, I love you, but I'm a scared sober person, so let's go now before that's happens, let's be happy for once in our goddamn lives."
"Ok." Sam agreed. He'd do whatever Andy needed. He always did. Then he had a thought and held his finger to his lips, loudly whispering to Andy. "But we should keep it a secret cuz otherwise we'll ruin Traci and Jerry's weekend cuz we didn't tell them and then they'll be mad at us."
"Ok partner." Andy agreed brightly. "Ha, we'll be partners forever now."
"Good." Sam leaned over and kissed her, then they walked out the door and along the strip looking for a chapel, stopping to kiss ever few metres.

A blur of ring selecting, clothes changing and signature signing and two "I do's" in front of an Elvis impersonator later and Mr and Mrs Swarek were in the building. They gazed into each other's eyes and stopped for kisses even more regularly on their way back to the hotel, completely wrapped up in each other. They barely shut the door to their room before Sam was peeling the white skimpy dress off Andy and she was pushing off his jacket and shirt as she pulled him towards their bed. Finally years of sexual tension were about to be released.

Sam woke first the next morning, his head pounding, but his body was deliciously warm like he was wrapped in a blanket of skin. As Sam became more aware of his surroundings, he realized he was intertwined with a woman and clutching her breast. But he was supposed to be sharing a room with McNally, so dare he hope it was her next to him. He could imagine her fury if he'd locked her out of the room and he couldn't think of anything worse than an angry McNally. One peek confirmed it was McNally which made him rejoice, but by then his brain had reached full capacity whilst hung over, so he lay back down, staring at the ceiling and trying to recall how they had got here. Alcohol was obviously involved from the pounding in his head and the foggy memory, but what had they actually said and done? As Sam thought, he absentmindedly stroked Andy's silky skin and this was the sensation she woke to.

Andy woke just as Sam was about to go to the bathroom. She sighed in content as she felt his naked body pressed against hers. Then her eyes snapped open. She looked over and saw a bemused Sam. "Why the hell are we naked?" She asked tightly.
Sam smirked. "You tell me."
"Why don't you tell me." She started to yell...then the headache hit. Andy groaned. "What happened last night?"
Sam looked at the ceiling. "God only knows."

"OMG bathroom!" Andy's bladder found its voice and was now acting like a bomb about to explode. Sam just stared after her and smiled at the view she had given him. About a minute later he heard Andy scream. Wincing at the noise, he flew to the bathroom.
The water was running, Andy held her hands under the tap, staring at the ring on them. WAIT RING! Suddenly Sam found himself make a mental note to visit an optometrist. Pushing the thought away he focused on Andy, catching her left hand in his right and using his left hand to tilt her face up to eye level. He almost missed the gold band on his own left hand, but merely pushed it back to think about later. Andy always came first.
"When did I get married? And to who?" Andy asked blankly.
Sam held up his own left hand. "I think I can answer the second question. And I think last night would be a good guess on the first one given we can't remember shit."
Andy groaned. 'The universe really likes our number."
"Perhaps it just likes us together." Sam countered. "Look they say when you're drunk you say the truth and I meant it when I said I wanted you. Now if you're done in there, can I please use the bathroom?"

Andy just stared at the door Sam was now behind. What was she going to do? There was some part of her that was thrilled she finally had Sam, but she didn't want their relationship to move quite this fast. Andy jumped as she heard the toilet flush. What was she going to say?

"I love you." Were the first words that tumbled out of her mouth as Sam opened the door. "I didn't think you felt the same and your friendship was better than nothing, so I didn't push it. I don't want to loose you now I've got you, but I'm so scared. My parent's marriage was a disaster, my fiancée cheated on me and we've never even dated. So can we try this, but take it slow?"
Sam hugged Andy. "Of course sweetheart. We'll do what feels right." Then he looked at her mischievously. "Can I still kiss you?"
"Of course." Andy purred and gave him a lingering kiss. "But maybe we should just tell people we're dating, not that we're married."
"It'll be our little secret." Sam promised between kisses. Then the memory of them promising to keep it a secret their night before surfaced.
Andy giggled. "It seems like we'd already decided that."

Two feverish kisses later and Traci knocked on the door. "Andy, Swarek. Everyone's waiting for you."
"OMG, breakfast." Andy gasped.
"Andy Swarek." Sam repeated teasingly. "Think she knows something."
"Wow, Andy Swarek sounds weird, but in a good way."
"You can sort out your weirdness after breakfast. For now let's just get dressed and down to breakfast before they start speculating and act like our normal selves. They were almost out the door when Sam remembered "rings." They both took them off and Sam put them deep in his jacket pocket and zipped it up. Then they descended downstairs.