Omingoodness, could I have waited any longer to upload this chapter? I wrote it and then completely forgot about it. I hope you guys are enjoying where the story is going, but let's be honest, after the brilliant writing that was 3x07 nothing can really compare.

P.S. In my imagination, when they pull over it's kind of a country style back road, maybe off a mostly deserted highway, something like that. Plausible? Maybe not... But who am I to argue with my imagination.

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue, but oh, how I wish I did.

Sam Swarek was not looking forward to work. He loved his job, he really did, but on days like this all he wanted to do was throw the damn alarm clock out the window and get a few more hours of sleep. His mouth was dry, his head was aching, and he needed to be at work in twenty minutes.

"What the hell happened last night?" He grumbled to himself, trying to drag his body out of bed.

"Shit" he swore as it all came back to him, and he nearly gave himself whiplash as he swung his head around to the other side of the bed, to make sure one beautiful doe eyed rookie wasn't sleeping there. He saw the bed was empty and breathed a sigh of relief, he knew her well enough to know she would have been so angry at herself if she'd cheated on Luke, however much of an asshole Sam thought he was. He tried to shake his head to clear away the niggling feeling of disappointment that came with his relief, and then groaned when he felt the full force of his hangover. This was going to be a seriously long day.

She saw him heading into the station, and instead of calling out his name like she normally would have done, she pretended to hunt for something in the bag at her feet, feeling a little nauseous at the sudden movement.

"Hey Andy?" Traci said, after she'd parked and Andy still had her head crammed in her duffel bag.

"Mhhm?"

"You're going to have to talk to him you know."

"Who?" Andy replied, trying to look confused.

Traci just raised her eyebrows.

"Fine, I know I just.. I just don't know what I'm supposed to say okay? 'Sorry I just randomly showed up at your house last night, but can we just pretend it never happened?' Probably isn't going to cut it Trace." Andy looked at her friend expectantly.

"You can't know until you talk to him Andy." Traci smiled, climbing out of the car.

"But I-"

"Get outta the car, we're going to be late for work." She shut the door and started heading towards the station.

"Trace…Hey Traci, wait!"

They'd been driving for fifteen minutes, and either of them had yet to speak. Sam knew he should probably say something, but for the life of him he couldn't think of what, so he thought it would be better to just stay silent. Plus, even after two Advil and two cups of coffee, his head still felt like a construction site, so he wasn't exactly opposed to the silence.

"Sam…Can we talk?" She asked suddenly, but Sam knew she'd been thinking about since she'd gotten in the car, he could see the gears turning in her mind.

"You just couldn't handle the silence, could you McNally?"

"That's not funny. It's about last night."

"You mean last night when you showed up at my house, got me drunk and then tried to seduce me?"

"Yes, about last night when I show- wait, I did what?"

Sam chuckled, but he when he turned to look at her he could've sworn she actually looked a little green.

"Only kidding, McNally. You were a perfect lady, except for when you started dancing on my coffee table…"

"Please tell me you're joking." She said as she slouched down in her seat.

"Not even a little bit…" Sam smiled fondly at the memory of her on his coffee table dancing to an ABBA cd that she'd found behind the stereo, another one of Sarah's gifts.

"Sam… pull over." She said, jerking him out of his reverie.

"You alright there McNally?" He said, pulling onto the shoulder.

" No, not even a little bit" She said sarcastically, before jumping out of the cruiser, going a couple feet and then doubling over.

"Crap, Andy are you-" Sam said getting out of the car.

"Swarek, I swear to God if you come one step closer…"

Sam was going to completely ignore her, but then he realized what was going on and headed around to the trunk to see if he could find a water bottle and possibly a couple of tissues.

He was pulling them out just as Andy came walking back over, and held them out to her.

"Somebody clearly can't hold their liquor." He smiled.

"Shut up."

"C'mon McNally, let's have a seat" He said, guiding her towards the open passenger door.

She sat with her legs dangling out of the cruiser, and he leant against it watching her as she took small sips of water.

"What?" She asked, looking up at him.

"Nothing, I just-" He bent over to sweep her bangs out of her eyes and then just let his hand rest on her cheek after he'd tucked the hair behind her ear.

She closed her eyes for a moment and then quickly opened them again.

"Sam I- " She paused.

"Crap. I need to throw up again."

Isn't she just classy with a K? Hope you liked it! I promise to update sometime in the near future this time!