Author's Note: Thanks for all the lovely reviews. Happy New Year! The chapters just get longer and longer, so sorry about that.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue…or this could have been taking place in season 4.

"Can I take you out on a date this Saturday?" Sam asked, nervously shifting from foot to foot, hands shoved to the bottom of his pockets. He could tell Andy was enjoying his nervous nature way too much, "Andy…" he warned, in his senior officer voice. "What? I like seeing this side of you." She simply stated, not even remotely trying to hide her enjoyment.

"Well I am glad this is entertaining for you, but I did just ask you a very important question. I mean…it's important if you want to try and start our relationship again. So please answer the question this time. Would you, Andy McNally, like to go out on a date with me, this Saturday?" Andy couldn't stop the laugh the broke through her lips. She held up her pointer finger, signaling Sam to give her a second while she composed herself. It wasn't a mean laugh; more of a, this is an unexpectedly cute situation laugh. Sam stood there watching her as she moved the hand holding her keys in front of her mouth as she managed to mumble, "Sorry." She accomplished stopping the laughter, got control over the smile on her face, and she inhaled a deep breath before looking back up to Sam.

"I'm sorry, are you always this formal when you ask a girl out?" She asked, quite intrigued by his possible response. Sam smiled at her, a bit of irritation showing because of the new question. "Well I haven't exactly asked anyone out in a while. I was undercover when you stumbled on top of me in an alley. Jerry blew my cover. I was waiting until I was no longer your training officer, but then you started dating Callaghan. I silently hoped that your relationship with him would fail, but then you got engaged and I thought I was never going to have a chance." He sucked in a deep breath before continuing. "He stupidly ruined the best thing that ever happened to him, which also broke your heart. I had given up hope that anything was going to happen with us and agreed to go undercover for Body, only to have you stumble back into my life. Although it was a very dangerous, you came back and asked me if I was busy the next couple of hours. We got suspended, you went away to keep out of trouble, and then when you came back we jumped back in. We never had a proper start. So, even though I haven't really asked anyone out lately, to answer your question, no I am never this formal. It's just, it's you and me and…I don't know why I asked you like that." He huffed out the last part unable to understand why he was acting so weird, it's just Andy. But that's the problem, it's Andy. He already screwed it up once and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he did it again.

Andy's face had portrayed so many different emotions throughout the course of his little rant. She looked annoyed at the mention of their first meeting, she frowned at the mention of her relationship with Luke, and she looked devastated to know he thought they would never get a chance to be together, she smiled at the mention of her going back to the Alpine Inn to find him, but now she just looked confused. "Well thank you for all the new knowledge, I am just going to take that and process all of it a little later. But, getting back to your question, I think that I would really enjoy getting to see Sam Swarek on a date, especially with me being his date. So, yes, I will go on a date with you."

He exhaled the tension that had been pressing upon him and smiled at her while nodding his head, "Good. I guess I'll see you later then." She turned towards her door, finally unlocking it and revealing her comfortable abode. She stepped in and turned to Sam once more, "I'll see you later." Sam gave her an awkward wave as he started to back away, "'Bye." Andy laughed quietly to herself as he backed into a wall, "'Bye.", she quietly answered back as she slowly closed the door.


Sam had asked Andy out on Wednesday, which gave him at least two full days to think of a fun date idea. After taking Andy home, he hurried back to his place to conduct some research. Searching the internet for date ideas was actually somewhat enjoyable for Sam, giving him many ideas for future dates. There were a couple ideas that had crossed his mind that he thought he could save for another time, those being watching the sunrise together, and a friendly one on one basketball game. He thought it would be better if he didn't make Andy get up at 4 in the morning on her day off to watch the sunrise with him. And everyone knows he isn't the most pleasant person in the mornings either. And basketball, although he was sure Andy would love it, should be saved for another time when they could play outside under the sun.

The next day at work, although they were not partnered together, not surprising since they hadn't ridden together after the break up, they managed to bump into each other before parade. "Hey, so I was thinking about that date that you're taking me on. Do you want to enlighten me on what you have planned?" Although he knew surprises weren't really her thing, he thought it would be a little less embarrassing for him if she didn't know the exact activity. He settled for giving her some hints, "Well I thought about a Mystery Dinner Theater, but I think we both know that we would have it figured out within the first two minutes and they would kick us out, so saving us the embarrassment of that situation, you can cross that off the list of possibilities. What I was thinking of was an activity, possibly some homemade food? It would be totally casual. No dressing up, just…us." Andy smiled as she pondered upon a witty retort to send his way, but settled with, "Sounds good."

The next couple days passed quietly, Andy and Sam passing pleasant 'hello's throughout their crossing paths on patrol. Friday after shift, Sam caught Andy as she was walking out, giving them the chance to finalize their plans. "So I was thinking about 5 o'clock tomorrow evening? Does that work for you?" Sam raised his eyebrows to complement his question, only lowering after Andy had started to nod her head. "Five sounds good… So, totally casual, you and me? That means jeans and a t-shirt for both of us then?" She let out a laugh at the realization of their similar casual clothing ideas. "Exactly" Sam agreed, smiling at the sound of her laugh. She just nodded and smiled back. Sam luckily spoke up before a possibly awkward statement Andy was forming in her head could be released from her lips, "Do you want a ride?" She smiled at his sweet notion, shaking her head, "No, I am catching a ride with Traci. Thank you though." He bobbed his head in understanding, "I'll pick you up tomorrow at five then. Have a good night." She affirmed once more with her head that five was the agreed time before adding, "'night, Sam." and heading off to find Traci.


Sam spent Saturday morning and afternoon worrying about his date with Andy. It was just like any other first date nerves, but multiplied by ten. He was already pretty familiar with Andy. He had already slept with her, and spent many nights at her house, but for some reason the idea of a date with her just freaked him out. That's probably the reason that they never went on any when they were together. At around 4 o'clock Sam took his second shower of the day, and got dressed in jeans, a gray shirt, and his leather jacket. He made sure he had his wallet and headed out the door.

Andy on the other hand, went about her day as if nothing new was happening. She went for a run in the morning, did some shopping in the afternoon, normal Saturday activities. Around 4:45 she went to the bathroom to look herself over. Make up looked good; hair was pulled up into a ponytail, jeans, navy blue t-shirt, everything looked alright. All she needed was her shoes and a jacket and she would be good to go.

Sam, being the punctual guy that he is, arrived at exactly five o'clock, he stood right outside her door and took in a deep breath and knocked on the door. Andy swung the door open to reveal a slightly distraught looking Sam. He smiled sheepishly before jumping into a panicky speech, "I was going to get you some flowers, but I didn't know if I should. I looked it up online to see if I should and there were so many different guidelines, but our situation is so different than anything they talked about on the website. They said one flower for a first date, like a rose, but I thought you might not like roses so I didn't get you any. I'm sorry." Andy listened intently, delighted at the fact that he had done some research to make this date special. She grinned at him, "Sam, it's totally fine. I'm not much of a flower girl anyways. Plus a rose just seems kinda cheesy." She added the last part not only to make him feel better, but it was true. She stepped out of the apartment, locked the door and turned back to Sam.

Sam couldn't help but smile at his luck. He hadn't ruined it yet. They made their way out to the truck, Sam leading Andy to her door, opening it for her happily, and helping her in. Once they were both inside the car and on their way, Andy turned to look at Sam as she asked, "So you gonna tell me exactly what the plan is for tonight?" He glanced over, smiling at her need to know everything, "We…are going bowling. I was thinking best two out of three and we can either eat pizza there or head to my place and make pizza ourselves. Totally up to you."

Andy couldn't help the delight that filled her body. She hadn't been bowling in a really long time, but nobody ever forgets how much fun it is. They got to the bowling alley, and much to Sam's delight it wasn't even remotely crowded yet. They paid for three games and ordered their shoes. Andy had no problem with the shoes, but Sam hadn't exactly been the most excited about wearing shoes that many people before him had already used, let alone the style of the shoes. Why do they have to look so weird? Andy laughed at Sam to herself and hurried to secretly take a picture of him clad in bowling shoes.

Andy, feeling the need to make the game a little bit more of a competition with prizes, suggested excitedly, "Okay so, spares get you one question for the other person, but strikes get you two." Sam cockily smiled at the suggestion stating, "Sounds good to me, considering that I will be getting more strike and spares than you." Andy couldn't help but smile at his new found lack of nervousness. It almost felt as if nothing had happened between them to begin with. Everything seemed so normal, Sam's cockiness, Andy's laughing, their casual banter, what more could you ask for.

Andy had decided on homemade pizza instead of the bowling alleys cuisine. She had also offered the suggestion of holding questions until later, in the comfort of Sam's house. Neither of them had been bowling in a while, each of them only getting one or two strikes a game, with two or three spares as well. All in all, Sam had ended up victorious, winning the first and last game, while Andy barely managed to win the second. Sam had totaled twelve questions to ask Andy, while she only had ten for Sam. They made it out of the bowling alley about the same time as the huge crowds of people were coming to play, saving them from the unnecessary noise levels.

They headed back to Sam, to test out their pizza making skills. The drive was filled with recounts of their bowling adventures, Andy informing Sam that he had only won those two games because of his arms. He looked at her questioningly before turning his attention back to the road, "What about my arms? They're the same ones I've had my whole life." Andy glared back at him, "You know what I mean." Sam shook his head, trying to convince her he had no clue, "No I don't. Please enlighten me." She threw her head back in defeat and groaned. "Yes you do. You just want to hear me say don't you?" He chuckled at her, "What are you getting at Andy?" She sighed before stating, "You can be so infuriating sometimes, you know that? Okay. Your arms are just so muscular. It's cheating!" She laughed out the last part, knowing how silly she was being. "You've never complained about the strength of my arms before." His mind flashed back to the many instances that his arms had gracefully lifted Andy up. "And by the way, your arms are pretty muscular too. If you're just mad because I have more questions than you, I will gladly give you one. Then we'll have the same." Andy gladly accepted the extra question.

As they made their way into Sam's house, he politely helped her out of her jacket and hung it up, his jacket following suit. They headed into the kitchen and got started on dinner. While the oven was preheating, Andy rolled out the dough that Sam had prepared earlier that day, while he prepared the toppings. He watched as her muscular arms kneaded and rolled the dough, she joined the muscle staring contest as his arms flexed and relaxed repeatedly while grating the cheese. Both noticing what they were doing, snapped out of it and concentrated on their separate jobs. Andy spread the tomato sauce and Sam followed by sprinkling the cheese. Each of them chose their own separate toppings and split the pizza with an invisible barrier. Andy's side consisted of pepperoni and sausage, while Sam loaded pretty much everything on: sausage, pepperoni, onions, peppers, and olives.

Once the pizza was in the oven and the counter was cleared off, they sat at the table and the questions began. "So how do you want to do this? You start; I answer, and then ask you? No further questioning upon the subject unless you want to use another question right then?" Sam queried. Andy thought about it for a couple seconds going over the rules and then decided upon a better plan, "That sounds good except for the further questioning. Since I will most likely be the one questioning beyond the original question, I will keep it quick but it won't use up another question. That way I can get some details, but we still end up going back and forth instead of me ending and you having six or seven questions left." Sam laughed at the realization, but obliged to the new guidelines. "Go ahead McNally, what's your first question?"

"Okay, umm…the night you asked me out, you said you were waiting until you weren't my training officer anymore. When would you have asked me out if you never were?"

"Outside the bar, the day you saved me from Anton Hill, when we almost kissed and I asked you to let me take you home, I would have taken you home and probably asked you at your door. In smooth Swarek fashion of course." Andy laughed at his cockiness. "Did you ever think about us before you were with Luke, or even while you were with Luke?"

She sighed, "Yes. That night in the parking lot, I really did want to kiss you. And I obviously thought about us while I was with Luke. I actually kind of did a lot. Most of that related to the night I stormed in here, backed you against a wall and kissed you. Why were you so mad at me after the black out?"

"Even though I was still your TO I thought maybe you had dumped Luke. I actually brought you a coffee that morning and threw it away when Luke told me that you had suggested you guys go up to his fishing cabin. I was stupid. What were your first impressions of me?"

"Well I thought you were the shooter and a druggie with too much hair gel, but in the locker room, when you started to strip in front of me, I thought you had a nice body, but you were temperamental and a little rude. But hey, I got used to it. The next day though, after you had showered, I couldn't deny the fact that you were very good looking." "Were?" Sam manages to butt in. Andy laughs at his hurt ego, "Sorry, are very good looking. And I learned you can be sweet sometimes. What were your first impressions of me?"

"I'm not sure you want to hear it. I thought you were stupid for not understanding the message I was trying to give you by say I was on the job, but I could tell you were new so I didn't really hold it against you for too long. I thought you were very attractive as well, even in your uniform. So you aren't really a flower girl, what would I need to bring you for a future date?"

"Really, I have no idea. Surprise me I guess. Do you own a suit?"

Sam scoffed at her little faith in him. "Yes. For court mostly. What is your favorite dessert?"

"Umm…pretty much anything filled with sugar. What's yours?"

"I like warm coffee cake with vanilla ice cream. What is your favorite sport?"

"Basketball…or soccer. What is one of your pet peeves that I don't know about?"

Sam sat there thinking of which one he should share. "When people say 'who knew!' Like, 'who knew tortilla chips with melted cheese was so good?' Obviously the person who first figured it out. Favorite song?"

Andy laughed a little in embarrassment before quickly saying, "You Make My Dreams by Hall and Oates. What's your favorite band?"

"Queen. At the moment at least. How are you liking our first date?"

"Wow. Subtle."

The pizza timer went off, and Sam got up to take it out. Once pulling it out and turning off the oven, he sat back down and waited for his answer. "It's fun. Feels like us. What is your favorite body part?"

"I think my hand is. They have come in 'handy' a lot." Andy couldn't help the laugh that exploded because of his stupid but cute pun. He smiled and asked, "And which one of my body parts do you like the most?"

"Once again, very subtle Sam. I like your arms. Now I will steal your question. Which one of my body parts do you like the most?"

Sam thought about it, "Your legs. They are long yet short enough to keep you at a perfect height. Do you mind that I call you McNally most of the time?"

"No. Well sometimes. It is a little impersonal so it really just depends on the situation. Do you think the pizza is cool enough now?"

Sam laughed as he stood up, "Subtle." Andy laughed at her words being thrown back at her playfully. Sliding a plate in front of her and sitting down with his own he answered, "Yes, I think it is cool enough. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?"

Andy smiled as she was reminded of the time when she had asked Sam that question. "Chocolate and peanut butter. Do you own any white shirts?"

He laughed at the randomness of the question. He knew his shirt colors were very limited. "No. Except for a white button down but no white t-shirts. Last question, what is your favorite TV show?"

Andy instantly knew her response, "Veronica Mars."

They finished dinner and Sam decided it would be wise to take Andy home, before he crossed any lines. The drive was quiet and comfortable. Sam walked Andy to her door for the second time that week. "I had a lot of fun Sam, thank you." Sam was happy that she enjoyed it, "Thanks for letting me take you out, even if it wasn't too extravagant." Andy shook her head at his comment, "Extravagant isn't really our thing."

Sam wasn't sure what first date protocol was for "the doorstep scene" so he stood and watched as she unlocked the door. Andy turned to see him staring and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam felt as though a weight had been lifted, they were getting back to where they used to be. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Goodnight Andy." She let go to look at him, "'Night Sam."

Author's Note: Thanks for reading. I am trying to keep to Sam and Andy's characters, but I don't think I am doing very well, but hey it's just fanfiction. I tried to post this chapter earlier by my wireless internet was being stupid. If any of you need anything to watch during the wait for Rookie Blue to come back, I would definitely recommend Veronica Mars. It is fantastic! Thanks for reading! Feel free to leave a review.