Thank you all for reading and for all of your reviews! You are the sole reason I keep adding one-shots to this series! I'm sorry that it has taken so long, but life is pretty busy at the moment.

This one is for EXUPERANCE and kmart who wanted to see a jealous Andy.

Thanks to SVUgirl for doing a quick read through!

I will try to keep adding chapters as long as you keep requesting scenarios. I'm having a lot of fun writing these little snippets of daily life! (it might take some time, but hopefully it will be worth it)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or it's characters or anything else related to the series in any way, shape or form. This is purely for enjoyment purposes.


A Night Spent Watching TV - The New Girl

ANDY POV

It's not like he doesn't ever talk to other women.

It really isn't!

He talks to Traci,

Well… Traci is Andy's best friend, and Jerry is one of Sam's closest friends, so of course he has to talk to her…

But, he also talks to Gail.

Well… usually not unless she talks to him first…

Noelle?

Well, they've known each other like forever.

She's sure he talks to other girls as well. Talks to them in a non- work related, friendly kind of way…

Who is she kidding?

It's Sam. He almost never talks to anyone unless it's necessary…

Then what is this?

He's standing there.

Smiling.

Laughing even.

And it sure isn't about work. Not if you go off the looks on their faces anyway.

She's blonde and pretty. She looks strong and confident – like she's got it together. And the only thing echoing through Andy's mind, are his words from their first day riding together:

"Sweetheart, you're not my type."

She feels kind of awkward, standing there and watching them from a distance. Actually, she feels like she's imposing, which is really weird seeing as he's her boyfriend and it shouldn't feel awkward to see him.

Then why does it?

She hears his laugh rolling across the precinct parking lot. Apparently blondie has said something funny. It's rare for him to laugh like this. All Andy's jokes usually get are small chuckles.

It's bothering her more than she'd like to admit.

She wants to go over there and find out what has made him laugh like that, but something holds her back – this feeling in her stomach that she's going to feel like the odd man out. And she kind of also doesn't want to know. Scared of…

Well, this is getting ridiculous.

She's been standing here for like five minutes, hiding behind the corner, just spying on them. Yes. She's actually spying. What's wrong with her?

It's just…

He doesn't talk to other women. She has established that already. So this is strange behavior, right?

She never considered herself a jealous girlfriend, but seeing this, is doing stuff to her. Stuff she really doesn't like.

She wants to go up there, grab his face and kiss him, hard. To show that he's hers, and show that blonde, new chick who he belongs to. But still, her legs keep her rooted behind the corner, only letting her peak out from behind it from time to time.


SAM POV

He's not sure why he didn't wait outside the lockers. It kind of seemed like a good idea, at the time, to just head straight to the parking lot and wait for her by the truck. He's regretting it now, sort of. He just forgets how slow she can be sometimes.

"Hey. Swarek."

He turns his head and sees the new girl. She's been with them for about a week, but they still haven't really talked.

He greets her back with a quick nod, just expecting her to pass to wherever she's headed. Home, he guesses.

"Have a fun shift?"

Apparently she wants to chat.

He starts to wonder what's taking McNally so long.

"Not particularly." he replies. It was actually incredibly boring. He was with Diaz. They answered some disturbance calls and took some statements , really not an exciting day.

As she nods in recognition, he looks back towards the precinct exit, to see if there's any sign of those familiar dark locks. But no, there's still no sign of her.

He turns back towards the new girl, who's still standing there next to him.

"So, how was yours?" he asks, in an attempt to keep it from getting awkward, since she apparently has decided not to leave.

She goes off on a full out description of her day. Normally he would have tuned it out, but she really knows how to tell a story. Stops at the right places, uses her face, and the whole thing actually ends up quite funny. She even makes him laugh.

It doesn't keep him from glancing back at the exit though, or his watch, or trying to figure out what on earth is taking McNally so long to get there.

Did something happen to her on shift?

Nah, it couldn't have. She was paired with Ollie. He would have given Sam a head's up if something had happened.

He turns his attention back to the rest of the story, when suddenly there's a glimpse of those dark locks that he's been longing to see since lunchtime. And, yes, that was when he last saw them.

She's coming towards them in a brisk pace, determination written all over her face, and he finds himself, once again, wondering if something has happened.

She marches right past the new girl, who's somewhere in the middle of her story, plants both hands firmly on either side of his face, before she pulls him in for a hard kiss. It really pops when she pulls back, and he just knows he's got the biggest look of confusion on his face.

She studies his face for a second, her hands still clasped on either side of his head, before she nods quickly in, what? Approval?

Then she turns around to face the new girl, leaning back into his chest.

He can't for the life of him figure out what has spurred this kind of response from her.

The new girl is just standing there, with a slightly confused look on her face. "It's McNally, right?" she then asks, letting her features relax again.

"Yup." McNally replies, popping her p. She's still leaning into him. So heavily, in fact, that he has to struggle somewhat to maintain his balance. When he puts his hands on her shoulders for extra support, he notices how tense she is.

Something is definitely not okay.

She tilts her head back to look at him. "So, are we going home?" she asks sweetly. Then he feels her hands on his thighs, sliding upwards, until she sticks a couple of her fingers into either of the front pockets of his jeans, and BOY is that really not appropriate!

He has to clear his throat three times before he can manage to mutter a weak 'yes.'

"We'll uh… See you tomorrow." He tells the blonde as McNally disappears to the passenger side of the truck and hops in.

"Yeah… See you…" She responds, clearly both confused and somewhat amused by what just took place before her eyes.

McNally's act has completely disappeared once they're in the truck and pulling out of the parking lot. She just sits there, quietly, staring out the window. Which is…

Well, strange.

"What was all that about?" he asks, when he feels that she's been quiet for too long.

"What?" she asks, even though he knows she knows full well what 'what' is.

He just shoots her a pointed look.

"I just wanted to go home, that's all. Had to figure out some way to get you to go straight away." she explains meekly.

Her words make him smile – she was jealous.