A/N: Ahh! You're reviews have made me so happy! Thank you very much!

Some general info: There are 9 chapters total including the prologue and an epilogue.

I've divided the chapters so that it's either about Sam being undercover or about him leaving to go undercover. I hope it's not too messy. I've tried to make it clear by adding the month at the beginning of each chapter. Just keep in mind that he left in early October and you should be able to keep up =)

Again =) Thanks so much for the reviews and favorites and alerts and everything =D I really did not expect this kind of response!

Since this story is finished, I would love it if you sent me requests for new stories, questions or suggestions for improvement. Writing is a hobby of mine that I haven't done in ages. Took me getting addicted to RB to start properly again ^^

I think I'll upload one chapter a day going forward to keep you on the edge of your seats so to speak =P

But without further ado; here's chapter 2, it's quite short, but hopefully you'll enjoy it =)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or its characters or anything related to the series in any way, shape or form.


Chapter 2

January

It had been three months.

He had been trying to talk to people. Dirty, smelly people. But had gotten nowhere at first.

Two weeks ago he'd gotten a small break in the case when he sold some coke to a young street kid who had apparently been contacted by one of Petrov's people to do some dirty work for him. This could be Sam's in to Petrov's gang, and so he had spent the last couple of weeks getting friendly with the kid and gaining his trust.

It was nice having someone finally talking to him, and the kid, Max, was really a good kid who'd had really bad parents and had to take care of himself from a very young age. To Sam it seemed like Max had experienced more in his 18 years than Sam had in his whole life.

Sam was sitting on a dingy couch in a beat down abandoned building. The air was heavy with dust and Max was restlessly pacing around jumping at each and every sound, whirling up even more dust from the floor.

"You sure you don't want some man?" Max asked before hurrying over to the window to find out who was moving the trash cans around outside. "It's all right. Just a cat." He assured as he came back and slumped down next to Sam. "Here." He said as he offered Sam the rolled up single while pointing to the white lines on the little mirror on the box in front of them. "You go first."

"Nah, I'm good man. 's all yours."

"Ya sure?" Max' blood shot eyes were struggling with focusing on him. And he was twitching slightly at the sounds coming in from the street.

"Yah. I don't mix business and pleasure." Sam winked.

Sam was tired. He tried to only sleep a couple of hours each night to maintain his worn out, druggie/dealer look, and it was taking its toll. It didn't help that he barely ate either. When you're on coke your appetite decreases and you lose weight. When you're pretending to be on coke, it means going hungry.

"I love this shit." Max said as he snorted a line and leaned back on the couch.

"Yeah. It's good stuff." Sam agreed.

"Really is. Makes everything clear." He had a huge smile on his face. He sighed contently. "Can't wait for the job later. Gonna be sick! I'm gonna own it! I just know."

"What are you doing?" Sam asked in a purposely bored tone.

"Ah, ah, ah." Max said wiggling his finger in Sam's face. "Strict orders not to tell."

"Aight. Whatever." Sam shrugged and stared up at the ceiling.

"But I'm gonna be great! Whoosh in, then back out. I'll be awesome!"

"No doubt!" Sam yelled enthusiastically.

"You're a good guy, Sammy." Max said with a big smile. "I'm real glad I met you."

"Me too, man, me too."


Sam had stayed on the couch listening to Max rant about everything his mind could think up for a few hours before Max had to go take care of the job he had been assigned.

Left on his own again, Sam couldn't help his mind drifting. He caught himself thinking of her and sat up abruptly shaking his head to get rid of the images. He had to focus. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind?

What he needed to do was think of a way to get Max to trust him even more and to get him talking about stuff, not thinking about Andy McNally in her uniform. Using all of his self control he pushed the images of McNally to the back of his mind and tried to focus.

He knew it would take more time to fully gain Max' trust. A lot more time.

Sam felt his head lolling to the side. He was exhausted.

Oh, how he wanted to see her smile.

No! He whipped his head back up and glanced at the table. The 1 $ bill was lying rolled up next to the small mirror which had a thin white line right in the middle. -That'd give me more energy. Sam thought sleepily.

"Argh! I have to get out of here!" He said loudly while tearing at his hair.

He got up and brushed the stripe off of the mirror before he put it in his back pocket with the rolled up bill. He sighed, let his shoulders drop, and left the abandoned building.

It was cold outside.

His short, ragged breaths were clearly visible as he walked quickly along the abandoned houses. He was only wearing a thin jacket over his long-sleeve and t-shirt so he wrapped his arms tightly around himself as he walked towards his safe house.

When he finally reached the run-down apartment building and entered his apartment, he flopped down on the bed and drifted into a restless sleep. His dreams dominated by none other than Andy McNally.