Thank you for the reviews of my last story! I usually try to write everyone back but I work full time, so sometimes I just don't have the minutes to spare, especially if I get a lot of reviews! I absolutely love the fact that Andy and Sam are together now in the show, don't get me wrong. But as one of my lovely reviewers (Rachel) said: It's good to go back in time sometimes. So here is Andy's side of frustration.
Reminder: I do not own this show, or its characters. (My birthday is coming up though! So maybe?)
Andy really liked her partner Sam, really she did. In fact if she were honest with herself, which she wasn't right at that moment, she may even love him… Just a little bit. She swore it was the dimples and nothing but them, that stirred up a whirlwind of happy and dancing butterflies through her stomach every time he laughed or did something incredibly sweet. But he wasn't doing that at the moment. Oh No! He was being an idiot. A frustratingly annoying idiot with nothing on his mind but to frustrate her to no end.
It had started that morning, just before parade. As always she was running late and rushed into the girls locker room at a pace that would have put Speedy Gonzales to shame. In her haste she had not seen the person just coming out of the locker room and she barrelled right into someone coming out. She flew backwards and was bracing herself for the eventual, and probably painful collision with the floor, but it never came. Instead she felt a pair of ridiculously strong arms wrap around her waist and neck and suddenly she was in the arms of none other than Sam Swarek. The second she opened her eyes, to check if she had somehow hit her head, and was imagining the onslaught of warm fuzzy feelings in her body, was a mistake. Because as she opened them she was looking straight into the brownest, most warm, delicious eyes she had ever seen and was swept away on a wave of tender music swelling and the desire to kiss that annoying smirk he had in place right off his face.
'Morning McNally.'
He drawled. Andy thought it was probably the most sexy and arousing thing she had ever heard. Suddenly she became flushed and wondered what it would be like if he was drawling other, less mundane things, into her ear. Like: 'I want you' or 'take your clothes off'. No! Bad McNally, so not going there. That man is dangerous with a capital D, you're with Luke remember? Sweet, kind and workaholic tendencies Luke. Wait! That's not really nice to say about the man you're living with is it? Oh stop! You're in Sam's arms, who cares about Luke! Stop overthinking it McNally. She could almost hear him say it.
'Morning Sam.'
Sam smirked just that little bit more at the breathless way she said his name. Which was because she was winded, not because she was just imagining what else his strong hands could make her feel if they were somewhere else than the entrance of the women's locker room, the interviewing room perhaps? Shocked at her own thoughts, Andy suddenly became irritated. What right did he have to smile at her with those blasted dimples as if he knew just what she was thinking. Which he probably did, 'reading the signs' and all that crap. She glared at him and scowled.
'You can let go now.'
Sam's dimples deepened, and just for a second she was distracted, which left her unprepared for what happened next.
'Okidoke!'
Sam let go. Andy fell to the ground and her ass hit the linoleum with a thump. Dazed by the sudden loss of the warmth his arms had provided, she just sat there. A laugh shocked her from her daze.
'Sam!'
She screeched, or at least that's what it sounded like and she grimaced. Oops! Best probably heard that all the way up in his office. And the jerk just laughed harder, earning him a glare that could melt his face off in return. She was also suddenly acutely aware of the other officers within the locker room looking on with interest and amusement in their eyes. She glared at them as well, as she picked herself up from the floor. Jerk.
Changing into her uniform was challenging to say the least. She was still feeling the aftereffects of her little brush in with Officer McDimples. Pounding heart, sweaty hands, cotton candy clouds in her head and her skin was still burning where his hands had been. Ai! What was it Tracy had said? Oh yeah, she had it bad.
Parade was actually alright. Sam was at the back of the room, and she was at the front as usual so she only saw his annoyingly satisfied smirk on the way in. Now she was ignoring the prickly feeling of his eyes on her back by trying to understand what Best was saying. But the man might as well have spoken Latin or Chinese and she would have understood more than what she was currently taking in. Her thoughts were solely focussed on the man in uniform named Samuel Swarek.
Ever since she tackled him in that alley, her world had tilted and somehow shifted to intersect with his. She couldn't seem to free herself of him, and to be honest once more, she really didn't want to. He made her feel everything. Hot, aroused, angry, endeared, frustrated, annoyed and a whole lot more, but most of all safe. She was safe with him. He had gotten past her defences when she wasn't looking and she was desperately trying to get the walls back up before her hurt her. But it was too late. So now denial was no longer just a river in Egypt but a lifeline to hold on to her sanity. She was not interested in Sam Swarek. Yeah, and pigs can fly. She was still constantly reminded about the events of the blackout and just thinking about it made her squirm and try to reign in the desire to grab him, pull him to the nearest flat surface and let him have his way with her.
'McNally, Are you coming?'
Unfortunately not. Wait what?
Andy looked up and saw that apparently parade had ended, a while ago. Since she and Sam were the only ones left in the room. She suddenly realised what she had been thinking and blushed. Sam just smiled not realising the gutter she was in.
'Well?'
Right, coming uh wait going. Yes.
Andy nodded, not trusting her voice and practically ran to get them some coffee, this was going to be a long day.
Sam somehow had tuned into the fact that she was frustrated and annoyed. Since he was having some kind of a wonderful morning, he decided that today would be the day to push McNally to the limit and show her that the attraction between them was not one sided. At all! She had no idea what was coming.
Andy got into the cruiser with a pout on her face. This day was not going as planned, and now she was to spend at least 6 hours with the bane, or was it light, of her existence in a car. Life was not fair.
The first fifteen minutes were ok. They exchanged pleasantries and Sam was actually responding to her questions. Then the whole day went down the drain. For Andy at least.
'It's kind of hot in here don't you think?'
Sam said this out of the blue, and it really hadn't even registered in Andy's mind that he was talking. That changed as he suddenly swerved the car and parked on the side of the street and started unbuttoning his jacket. The temperature in the car skyrocketed.
'Sam? What are you doing?'
Sam heard the slight rise in tone, and the squeak of his name. Score: McNally 0 Swarek 1
'Just taking of my undershirt, it's too warm today.'
His jacket off, he moved to take of his t-shirt, but not before glancing towards Andy. What he saw was comical. Though that was not how Andy would describe it.
It was a mix between horror and absolute excitement. Though she wanted to, she could not take her eyes off him, nor every bit of skin he was showing her. It was like a movie in slow motion, watching a car wreck happen yet not having the strength to look away. Oh and what a car wreck. Damn, that man was too sexy for his own good. Wow! As she saw his bare chest her fingers itched to touch him. To feel every little muscle and curve of his body. NO! Stop!
Andy nearly gave herself a whiplash as she turned her head to the other side of the car, nearly crashing her nose in the window.
'What's wrong McNally?'
What's wrong? What's WRONG? Is he kidding?! She looked back at his face and immediately felt her body temperature drop. He was doing it on purpose. He had that twinkle in his eyes and one side of his mouth was twitching as if holding back a smile. Oh he was so dead!
Sam seemed to realize she was onto him and quickly redressed in only his jacket.
'Much better.'
Andy just glared at him as they got back on the street. Possible homicide avoided. For now.
The rest of the day was relatively smooth. Sam did everything by the book although Andy had the feeling he was touching her just a tad too much. Nothing too obvious. A brush of the hand as they walked up to the scene of a B&E they had been called to. A little more pressure on her back as he led her out of the house half an hour later. She could have sworn he drew a little heart on her back with his thumb, but wasn't sure enough, since his face betrayed nothing. A hand on her shoulder as he read her notes, standing just a little too close. It was frustrating. It was annoying. And it was totally turning her on. It was ridiculous, the effect this man had on her should be illegal. All she could do was ignore him and hope shift ended fast.
As they neared the station she nearly ducked out of the car as it was still moving to get away from him as fast as possible. Tonight she was going to the Penny and she was going to drown herself in beer.
When she got to the Penny, she couldn't happen but notice the big silver truck parked in front of it. Sam. Damn, would she ever be free of him? She steeled herself. He would probably hang with Jerry and Oliver anyway, he never came over to the rookie table so she should be safe.
She was, until she let her guard down, the exact thing Sam had been waiting for. Andy had had a few beers and needed more, so she got up and walked to the bar, signing Liam to get her some. She was relaxed and had almost forgotten her shift from hell (or heaven, depended what mood she was in that minute). Almost that is, until she felt the air shift around her.
'McNally.'
There was that drawl again. Her knees quivered and her heartbeat was erratic in seconds.
'What 'cha doing?'
Having trouble breathing perhaps?
'Getting more beer.'
She mumbled it, but apparently he understood.
'Looking a little tense there McNally.'
Yep, and I know of at least one way you can help me get some release. Wait! No not again! Luke, just think of Luke, not the way Sam's breath on your ear is making you… No! That insufferable man!
'Tense? Nope not me.'
She sounded a bit more in control although she was still shivering from the way his body almost touched hers. Just an inch more...
'You sure about that? Because if you want, I can take care of that for you.'
No way. He did not just say that. Was he really offering to… No there had to be a mistake. Before she could comprehend what she was doing she turned to face him, she found herself trapped between the bar and his body slightly leaning into her personal space. Definitely not a bad place to be. Wrong! Yes, bad place to be! Her mind tried to scream at her, but she wasn't listening.
'And what exactly do you propose, officer Swarek?'
She saw his pupils dilate a bit, which was the only indication he had understood just what she was telling him with that question. But then his smirk appeared and Andy knew she was in trouble.
'Well, I don't know what you are thinking (liar!), but I was talking about a friendly card game. To take your mind off the things that are making you so tense.'
Andy looked at him through narrowed eyes. She fell right into that one. He was enjoying this a little too much.
'I'm fine thanks.'
Sam seemed to take a moment to digest her blatant rejection then leaned in and whispered in her ear.
'Your loss Andy, see we were going to play strip poker.'
Her eyes widened her mouth slack, she looked like a deer caught in headlights.
Then Sam started laughing and she caught on. He was playing with her. A list of profanities made its way to the surface and threatened to take over her mouth. He kept on laughing as he grabbed the beers now waiting on the bar and turned towards his table. Damn him. She was never going to look at a card game the same.
'See you tomorrow McNally.'
Love you Swarek.
'I hate you Swarek!'
All she got was another laugh.
