A/N. This little ditty is for Sunkiss66 who gave me that fabulous reminder re Girls Night Out. Apologies it doesn't go in quite the direction you asked. Couldn't help myself really, I started writing and all these feelings and what-not just popped on out. I will totally make it up to you with your other prompt sometime soon though! Ooh - and there's another 3.4 prompt for the end of that episode, so...you know...
Anyway, here 'tis. This takes place the night/early morning 3.4 when the girls are actually out and about. (Obviously by the time Sam actually does see Andy, she's very testy herself...;)
Annnnnndddd... Thanks so much again to everyone for your lovely and kind reviews. You really all are: the very, very best!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue
I'm drunk the text says.
Then thirty seconds later: and horny
And yet another before Sam gets the chance to reply - - babe. LOL ;) xxxx
(Every now and then she calls him 'babe'. It reminds him of back at the cover apartment with Brennan. Sam doesn't know if he likes it or not. He's pretty sure Andy knows that too).
He's got his finger hovering over speed dial, wondering whether or not she'd pick the damn thing up anyway.
The light from the screen is the only thing he can see in the room. He's been in bed for hours – had fallen asleep pretty much as soon as his head hit the pillow. (They've had a big few weeks). He woke up with the sound of the text coming in-
(She's got his phone message and ring tones programmed all over the damn place: so you can just tell when it's me, Sam)
you asleep!
Sam figures that was meant to be a ? He closes his eyes for a few seconds – thinks about her in some tiny black number with her eyes all smokey, dancing with Peck and a thousand young guys.
(He actually managed to get her in a dress a few nights back. The hefty tip to the upmarket restaurant was worth it - she fucked him in the fancy restroom right before she ate a huge chocolate dessert).
Sam groans. He hits the call button and chews a bit at his tongue.
Andy answers first ring "Sam, Sam, Sam" is what she's got for him – all high pitch squealing, breathless and giggly like she's just been caught wagging school.
(She's got her ringtones set too. She alternates every so often; this week when he rings her it's 'See Me, Feel Me' by The Who. Every now and then she'll send him a text that incorporates a few of the lyrics - ends them with a :-P).
Sam opens his mouth to respond to her, but she's definitely on some sort of tequila induced roll: "come dance with me. I want you to come dance with me". Her tone's on the edge of demanding; a teenager knowing she can yank the chain of some guy with a crush.
Sam rolls his eyes a bit.
(She'd asked him on shift if he wanted to meet them at some point tonight. Sam had spent about two seconds considering it – even then, only because he can't handle the thought of someone else chatting her up. It's also the reason he didn't want to go).
"McNally. Are you trying to punish me?" The techno music is thumping in the background – loud enough to make Sam almost shout to hear himself.
Things go a bit quieter then – an echoey space type of emptiness that makes Sam wonder if she's in a bathroom.
"Hold up Sam Swarek. I'm takin' you into the laddddies room".
"Classy, McNally. Classy".
Shit.
Even to himself he sounds pretty gruff.
The line goes quiet for a second- Sam thinks she's probably going to let him hear her pee.
(Neither of them are that shy about that sort of stuff at the best of times – she once showed him how to put a tampon in).
"You're angry with me". Oh for God's sake. Sam can practically see the pout. But –
He feels bad all of a sudden. It's just…
jesus…
He's never been a guy that is whipped.
(And – it's not that he thinks that that's what she's about – it's just… well, there are some definite moments where she tries to prove that she's his equal…in more ways than one. Sam wonders whether maybe he should show her that he believes nothing less than that).
"I…" Sam's head is spinning a bit here – he wants to get his hands in her hair and get her sober and steady. "Not angry with you sweetheart". He feels resigned to the fact that he just … adores her…. a stupid amount; racks his brain to think of things he can do or say to get her sounding happy and giggly again.
"Andy. You..ah. You need a ride home?" He's thankful she's in the quiet of the cubicles now – his voice has dropped to just over a whisper.
"Um. You don't have to do that," she's gone super quiet too.
Jesus.
Some time in the last 30 seconds she sounds like she might have half-sobered up.
"I know. But…I will". You know I will is how he was about to finish the sentence, but doesn't. "Can't have you stuck in those restrooms all night," is what he comes out with instead. He's smiling at her even though he knows she can't see it; hopes like hell she can hear it in his voice.
"Especially what with you not here." He's pretty sure that's a smile in her voice.
He's about to ask her if she wants a replay of fancy restaurant night, but -
"Is it pathetic that I miss you?" Andy blurts out.
Sam's heart damn near explodes. He has to take a good few swallows before he finds the right air. His brain has short-circuited; all the nerve-endings feel like they're clutching at straws. He knows he has to come up with something quick smart.
He's trying to tamper down the idiotic grin on his face; has built up the courage to tell her he thinks she is far from pathetic… when he hears her again.
"Ugh. Don't listen to me. I am. Like, ridiculously drunk".
Sam's smile goes small and he nods his head.
"Are, um, are Peck and Nash somewhere there?" Sam is out of bed by now, his jeans halfway on.
"Trace's gone. Exam tomorrow - blah blah blah". She is still drunk Sam realizes – on and off with some slurring of words.
He's definitely going to go get her – fuel her with some water and hangover pills, then get her in his bed and tuck her in tight.
(Going to wake her up tomorrow morning, give her coffee and toast in bed. Get her in the shower with him...but still damn well make sure she gets to shift on time).
"Annnnddddyyyyyy." It's a piercing shriek from Peck that Sam hears next. "That better not be a Swarek booty call, McNally. This is giiiiirrrllllls night. Woooooo".
Andy's laughing a bit again by now, telling Gail to shoosh.
Sam rubs at his face a bit; feels that hypothetical shower go cold as he listens to them talk things out.
"McNally! Come on. Let's get that strong, independent woman ass of yours back on the dance floor". Peck is in fine form for sure; she's as loud and bossy as Sam's ever heard her. He's figured already that he'll be headed back to bed…alone.
"Sam…" Andy's back at the speaker, a little coy and meek.
Sam bites his bottom lip, gives it a good chew. "You girls, uh. Enjoy the rest of your night?"
"Totally". Andy replies, sounding like she's cracking her knuckles and rolling her neck – getting ready for an arm wrestle. She perks her voice up to tell him "Night, Sam Swarek. Seeya tomorrow".
He can hear the toothy grin in her voice, can't help himself but smile big right on back.
"Be safe… Andy. McNally." She doesn't say anything after that and Sam worries that his voice might have gone a little tooooo TO – it accidentally went pretty stern.
(He doesn't mean it… he just… he can't help it sometimes. He does want her to be safe).
He thinks he hears a hm-uh-huh from her… and just like that, she hangs up.
Sam stares at the screen for a while, thinks about sending her a text. He decides against it though – has no fucking idea what to say.
He's wide awake for the next half hour – decides to take a shower for real. He thinks about her while he gets himself hot and soapy; thinks about getting her hot and soapy...eventually jerks himself off.
When he does finally get back to his bedroom her pretty damn face remains stuck in his head.
He's still half tempted to go down there, but also doesn't want to intrude. God knows, he needs to make the most of his personal space.
(He's already half screwed with trying to work out some boundaries about this relationship – sometimes he really wishes they'd only just met).
….
The next morning he's got 4 more texts on his phone:
The first is a photo of Andy – obviously taken by Peck – she's got a couple of guys dancing next to her. It's all innocent enough – their hands are nowhere near her and she looks more like she's dancing to herself. Still. Sam hits delete.
The second is about a half hour after that, from Andy herself. I'm hot
The third – mere seconds after the one from before: you're hot..
The last one is from just a couple of hours ago (and Sam doesn't know why, but it irks him if it was only then that she managed to get into her bed):
This one is a picture she's taken of herself – she's. yeah. She's naked alright…and it's captioned with text: You make me hot
He's still feeling a little bit hard when he gets to work; can't help himself but start thinking whether today might be the day they break some of their 'no fucking at work' rules.
