A/N: Seeing as Chapter 2 was so small, I thought I'd throw this one in as well, for the craic! :D

Andy walked into the locker room, pulling the face mask off her head and tossing it into the bin, followed by the green rubber gloves she was wearing. She pulled her hair out of its tie, and began to unbutton her shirt when Tracy walked in.

"Hey!" Tracy smiled at her but Andy could only grimace. "You were late this morning."

"Not you too!"

"What, I'm just saying, you were the first to leave the bar last night… and last in this morning. Did you go directly home?"

"What? Yes, of course I did." Andy looked away so as to not show Tracy her uncertainty. She undressed and grabbed a towel from her locker and hurried towards the showers. In her stall she let the hot water run over her head and down her back.

"Are you sure about that?" Tracy's question came from the next stall, Andy looked over the shoulder height wall an saw her friend smiling.

"No…not really."

"I knew it! Where did you go? Was it to Swarek's?"

"What? Tracy you are crazy!" Any quickly washed her hair, willing Tracy to leave.

"Crazy? Like how you raced after him out of the penny? How you came back in and danced with pretty much every guy in the Penny, then how you sat in the corner on your phone until you disappeared out of the bar."

Andy tried to recall any of those moments Tracy just mentioned but she was coming up blank. She turned off the shower and wrapped her towel around her body. "Did I?"

Tracy saw the confusion on her friends face and decided then that she had had her fun. "Oh honey, I'm sure you went straight home."

Andy turned and walked out of the showers and back to her locker. It was then that Tracy noticed the red circle over her left shoulder blade. A strange place for a bruise, especially one that looked like it was man made. Swarek made. Tracy smiled and patted her friends shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm sure you went straight home." Tracy smiled as she walked out of the room, leaving Andy in an even thicker fog of confusion.

"My phone!" she said aloud, and rummaged through her bag to get it. If she could see who she was texting and calling last night then maybe she could figure out her missing night. When she found the phone, she found it was powered down completely. Dead battery. "Gahhh!"

Andy wanted to throw it across the room but instead she shoved it into her pocket. She dressed as quick as she could then hurried out to the bullpen to check the assignments board.

"McNally / Swarek…Oh c'mon!" She took a deep breath and closed her eyes again. She puffed the air out of her mouth, making her cheeks puff out then walked out to the car lot and spotted him leaning against the car.

With one leg up on the bumper and his arms crossing his chest, Swarek knew the second she arrived on the lot. He watched her with his peripheral vision, then more boldly through his sunglasses when she walked up to him.

"Sorry…I was late… I had to clean…"

Swarek smiled. He didn't move and his silence made her more uncomfortable. When she was uncomfortable, Andy talked. A lot.

"See there were two men in there last night, and I had to clean it out, it was pretty bad, I mean it was fraternity party bad, so it was all over my clothes, I had to shower and change, and I'm pretty sure I still stink of puke." She lifted her sleeve to her nose and sniffed, then grimaced. "So it took a bit longer than I thought, but if I'd known you were waiting I could have done something, like I dunno, caught up with you…." Her voice faded out.

"Done?"

Andy nodded, not trusting her mouth to open again. Swarek stood off the bumper and uncurled his arms, in one hand he held the bunch of keys.

"Drive?"

"Yes, sir."

He tossed the keys in her direction and she caught them with a smile. She hurried over to the drivers site, settled in, moving the chair and fixing her seat belt. Her head was still fuzzy but fading rapidly. She pulled out into traffic and couldn't help the smile that curved her lips.

Sam watched her through his shades and smiled.

Two hours later, cruising the streets of Toronto Andy could barely take it anymore. Sam was always quiet. But never this stoic. He had been wearing his shades all morning, and answering only in one word or one syllable answers. She wanted to talk to him about last night, to see if it was him she had been texting, see if it was his shirt she was wearing this morning. But without the evidence she was trying to play her hand close to her chest. Never her strong suit. Finally it was time to stop for lunch.

"Hungry?" she asked, hoping it would illicit some form of conversation, even if it was only about food.

"Mhhh hmmm." He replied.

Oh great, she thought, I'm not even getting syllables anymore!

"What do you want?"

Sam shrugged, and it was all she could take.

"What the hell?" She pulled the car over to the curb and turned to face him. "What is wrong with you today?"

Sam lowered his head, letting the shades slip down on his nose and looked at her over the frames. He smiled.

"What?!" she demanded. "Why aren't you talking?!"

"How is your head?"

"My head?"

"Your hangover? I thought you would appreciate some peace and quiet. I thought you would prefer a quiet cruise on the bay side today, rather than speed traps on Young or paper work in the bullpen."

The wind slowly deflated out of her sails.

"I don't… I don't really have a hangover." Her voice was low and she turned to look out the window. She cursed inwardly, hating that she couldn't lie, not even a white lie.

"Really? Then you must have a hell of a liver."

"I wasn't that drunk when you left!"

"Not when I left, no." He spotted her blush and smiled. "Hot dog?"

The conversation was spinning in her head as he jumped out of the car and jogged across the street. She watched as he purchased two then walked back. He sat into the car and handed her the one with no mustard. She repressed the smile at his remembering how she liked it.

They ate in relative silence.

Swarek crumpled up his papers and held his hand out for hers. She crumpled them up and dropped them into his palm, from above, careful not to touch him. He spotted the gesture and smiled at her, a full toothy grin that she found quite disarming. He got out of the car and crossed in front of it to toss the papers into a trashcan, then slowly made his way back to the passenger seat.

"Where to?"

"This is your show McNally." Swarek fixed the shades on his head and settled into his chair, tipping his head back onto the headrest. Andy scoffed and gunned the engine, before pulling back onto the road.