A/N: Can't sleep and it's kind of a new day here (02:41 AM) so I decided to post the next chapter.

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

CHAPTER 5

She had said that she'd just wanted to tell him that she had had a great time. She regretted that decision the moment he drove off.

She'd slowly walked back to her house. Well inside, she had put her running shoes in the shoe rack, and walked into the living room to find Luke nodding off in front of the TV. -Did he wait for me to come home? She wondered as she walked into the kitchen to find her cell that she had left behind before she went running. She was only intending to run around the block after all.

There were no messages, no lost calls.

She walked back into the living room. Should she bother waking him up? She decided to at least turn off the TV, if he woke up he did, if he didn't he didn't.

He did.

"Hey, you." He said sleepily as he stretched on the couch. "Where did you go?"

She was trying to figure out what to say. As he slowly became more awake, he looked at her more closely and frowned.

"What are you wearing? Whose clothes are that?"

"What?" She said innocently. "Oh!" She faked realizing that she wasn't wearing her own clothes. She knew full well she had been wearing Sam's clothes for the last almost four hours. How could she not know? They smelled like him.

"Traci came and picked me up, and we went to her and Jerry's place. I spilt some gunk on my clothes so she let me borrow some of Jerry's." Andy lied. She made a mental note to call Traci to get properly backed up. The thought of mental notes reminded her of something, and she quickly realized that her sweats were still lying neatly folded next to the sink in Sam's bathroom.

"They don't look like they'd be Jerry's." Luke said, still frowning at her get-up.

"He hardly ever uses them." She said quickly.

"They look used." Luke said. "See, the emblem has faded. They don't look like that when they're new." He said pointing to the emblem on her chest.

"Can you stop being a detective for five minutes?" She asked folding her arms.

"Okay, okay. I give up." He said putting his hands in the air playfully. She found it annoying rather than cute. "Now, come here." He said as he grabbed her arm and pulled her down on the couch. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. He kissed her temple and buried his nose in her hair. She thought about Sam's guilty-face and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Luke asked as he reached for the remote on the coffee table pulling her with him as he stretched. He finally reached it and sat back again. "Hey, what's so funny?" He asked again and turned on the TV.

"Nothing, just something Leo did." She lied. She'd grown so accustomed to not telling Luke the whole truth that lying about her whereabouts had been a lot easier than she had expected.

"What did he do?"

Damn. Why did he always keep asking questions? "He uh…" She couldn't come up with anything. She cursed herself silently as she tried to come up with something funny Leo could have done, but nothing sprang to mind.

"You were just laughing about it." He said with amusement at her apparent bad memory. "How can you not remember?"

"I'm just really tired." She said faking a yawn.

"Yeah. It is late. Maybe we should call it a night." He turned the TV off and withdrew his arm from her shoulders. He got to his feet and put the remote back in its place on the coffee table.

-Everything in this house has a designated spot. Andy thought as she watched him put down the remote. –Then why do I feel so out of place?

"Are you coming?"

Luke was already well on his way up the stairs. "Yeah, just a sec." Andy said from the couch. He usually fell asleep quickly, so if she waited long enough she wouldn't have to endure any more questions from him tonight.

After about ten minutes she decided that she should get going. She pulled off Sam's hoodie as she walked up the stairs and she caught herself taking a good whiff of it as it went over her head. –I'm with Luke. She reminded herself. The fact that she needed to remind herself made her frown. Somehow she couldn't seem to not question her relationship today. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.

She got a tank top and some fresh underwear out of the closet in their room. Luke was, as she had hoped, fast asleep on the bed. She went to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth and hair before she went back into the bedroom and got under the covers. She'd spent a while persuading herself to leave Sam's clothes in the bathroom. She'd much rather have brought his sweater to bed with her than fold it up and put it on the counter, but she did the latter.

Why was she obsessing so much over Sam? Up until this evening they had been okay as partners (not entirely true), no confusion (not entirely true), no conflicting emotions (not entirely true). Okay, she was lying to herself now. There had always been something. But in the past she had managed to push it away and focus on Luke. Apparently, she couldn't do that anymore.