Oliver's frustrations/observations with/about our favourite pair. Still do not own RB.
Oliver Shaw was a patient man. He had to be, given that he had three daughters running around his house, their life's mission being: making his life a living hell. Not to mention his wife. He loved them, no doubt about it, but sometimes even his patience was pushed to the limit and today was such a day.
It wasn't even his wife or daughters this time. No sir! It wasn't Epstein, even though the boy could really push his buttons at times. It wasn't Jerry or Nash, being so bad at hiding their obvious relationship. No, it was his buddy Sammy and his rookie Andy McNally.
Normally Oliver would not interfere in the personal lives of his friends. Sure he would gossip, tease and sometimes give a little nudge where needed, but this was different. The day Sam came back to 15 Oliver was sure that Andy McNally would have a hell of a few weeks ahead of her in terms of teasing, pranks and comments from Sam about her less than subtle mistake of arresting a fellow officer.
Imagine his surprise when, that very first day, Sam, after bashing in his locker, actually gave the girl a golden tip instead of the goose chase he had expected. It was not like his buddy to do this. Sam was not a bad guy, but getting on his bad side? Very bad idea. And though it wasn't totally her fault, Oliver knew that Andy would be an easy target for Sam to unleash his frustration about his failed case. But that was not what happened.
In fact it became obvious very soon that Sam had a healthy respect for his rookie. It wasn't after he had read the report on Emily's kidnapping and consequent rescue that Oliver understood why. Sam had been throwing out comments to Andy all day. Being jerk came naturally to the guy after all, but it hadn't stopped her from risking her own life to save his. She had literally walked into the lion's den to save his ass even though he had been making her life a living hell during patrol.
Sam had never been one to colour inside the lines, it was actually what made him a good cop because he knew his limits. By Andy following his example despite his bad boy image, the trust she put in him, was something Sam could appreciate. Oliver knew this. There had been plenty of times that Sam had been reprimanded for being a little bit too out there. But in her he probably saw his chance to do better. To show her what made a good cop, he saw her potential as she had recognized his.
Oliver hadn't been worried. Trust is needed between partners. Nope, he hadn't gotten worried until he saw Sam's face as his rookie skipped off with Callaghan the morning from hell after poker night. Though he hid it behind his hangover he could see that Sam was slightly miffed about losing his partner for the day. Still no big deal right? Not really!
Oliver had only heard a part of their conversation on the phone and though he had heard reluctance in Sam's voice at having to save his rookie from herself, he had not failed to hear the happiness at being needed either. Then later as he saw McNally skip off with Sam's truck keys in hand he knew his buddy was in trouble. No one drove that car but Sam. No one. Ever. If there was ever a man with an unhealthy attachment to his truck, it was Sam.
The fact he ran out the door the second he heard shot fired over the radio was another telling clue. Another the fact that Sam hadn't even noticed two bullet holes in his truck until two days later. He never said a word to McNally. Oliver could smell the trouble.
Retraining. That was clue number 3 and the big winner. Sam was jealous and very bad at hiding it. It got in the way of being a T.O. to Andy and it showed.
After that things started to mellow out. After the trip to Sudbury things went back to normal, or at least as normal as they could with those two. Then out of the blue, or maybe not, right after their prisoner transport Andy broke up with Homicide Luke. Not long after that the rookies were cut loose and the tensions between the two of them skyrocketed. It was only a matter of time. Which led him to his current predicament.
They were all in the bull pen working on paperwork. Sam was sitting across from Andy and Oliver on the side. Andy was working on paperwork, Sam was drawing trees (why trees?) on his notepad and Oliver was watching them. See, every now and then Sam would look up from his drawing and steel a glance at his partner. Never longer than a few seconds but long enough for Oliver to notice. Andy was doing the same thing. Every few minutes her eyes would leave the page in front of her and sneak a peek at her partner. But never at the same time. This had been going on for about 20 minutes, but Oliver was fascinated.
Then Sam shifted in his seat a little and it seemed as nothing had changed, but Andy was suddenly sitting ramrod straight in her chair and looking like a skittish kitten ready to bolt. Sam was smirking.
No way! They were not doing that. Please tell me they are not playing footie under the table.
Suddenly Andy glared in Sam's direction and a very devious look set in place on her face. Oh oh. Sammy was in trouble. Suddenly it was Sam who was sitting ramrod straight in his chair. The blush on his cheeks was telling. This went on for a few minutes when Sam suddenly cleared his throat and looked straight at her holding up a white paper in mock surrender. Her victorious grin said it all. Score 1 for McNally.
Things were just settling down when Sam stood up and walked over to Andy's desk. Oh dear.
Andy was apparently trying to ignore him, but he could see by her posture that she was intimately aware of his presence.
'What are you doing McNally?'
Oliver could see her shiver as his breath reached her ear.
'Just some paperwork regarding the uh… uh…'
'You ok McNally?'
The colour rose to her cheeks.
'Fine.'
It came out breathless and Oliver could see the dimpled smirk on Sam's face.
'You know, while doing paperwork it's usually a good idea to use the right form.'
Sam leaned over Andy and Oliver could see her close her eyes as the blush in her cheeks intensified.
'For a burglary, you don't need a homicide form.'
Sam said the last few words cheerfully and bounced up releasing the right form in front of Andy and sauntered over to the coffee machine, smirk firmly in place. Score 2: Swarek.
Andy breathed in and out for a few seconds then her eyes opened and narrowed, then zeroed in on Sam standing by the coffee maker. Round 3.
Andy got up and sauntered to Sam in the same manner as Sam, which Oliver had to admit, was a bit freaky. They were starting to imitate each other. God help us!
Andy stood right behind Sam and put her chin on his shoulder. Sam froze. She then snaked her arms around him and very nonchalantly started to make her own coffee, never once acknowledging the fact that she was pretty much glued to Sam's backside. Oliver couldn't see her hands, but he had the idea, judging by Sam's jaw clenching, they were brushing by some sensitive materials. He could just hear Andy say:
'Payback's a bitch, officer Swarek.'
Then she released him as quickly as she had come and went back to her desk.
'Would you two just get a room!'
Oliver nearly fell off his chair, startled by the loud voice behind him.
Andy and Sam also looked over, startled and a little bit guilty.
But the Sam's eyes sparkled with mischief.
'Excellent idea sir.'
He stepped the few steps to Andy's desk, swirled her chair around and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her in the air. She squealed as he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's grip and proceeded to the exit of the station.
'Sam put me down!'
He paused.
'Nope.'
'You're forfeiting our bet then?'
'Yes McNally. You win, now can we please just go?'
'Ha! Say it.'
He turned around. She was still over his shoulder and Oliver couldn't see her head, but he was pretty sure she was enjoying the view of Sam's backside and judging by Sam's grin, he knew it too.
'Andy McNally is irresistible.'
He announced with a loud voice, making everyone, who wasn't already watching them, look up and laugh.
'Now can we go?'
'Yes!'
'Enjoying the view McNally?'
All Oliver heard was a Smack, then a louder Smack. A squeal and then all was quiet. Sergeant best shook his head and retreated to his office. Oliver just smiled. Well it's about time!