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Disclaimer: I'm inspired by Rookie Blue, but really don't own it.

Sam thought about it for a minute before answering "Don't go there, Mc..Clair. Not yet. It's too soon. Luke is not the sharpest pencil there is out there, but he is not corrupt. I know him for several years already, and I don't think he is. Let's just take it slow and see how things are going. Maybe we should just in case change our phones, as well. We'll do that after we get the email address from Boyde."

They rode on for a while before Sam noticed Andy fell asleep. He was glad to see she found some internal bliss to quiet her thoughts long enough for this to happen. He too was very tired, but he had no choice. The coffee and sandwich Andy brought him woke him up a bit, and that should be fine for now.

He reached his hand to his bag in the back, and managed to pull a long sleeve shirt from it without even twitching the steering wheel. 'Man, this car is tiny!' he thought to himself. He then brought the shirt to the front and covered Andy. She sleeplessly responded by snuggling with it and deepening her position in the seat. When she did that, Sam noticed the plastic bag she brought from the store had some chips and chocolate in it. He pulled out a pack of chocolates, and quietly opened it. Boy, Andy knew him better than he thought if she knew this chocolate is his favorite.

Andy woke up to the beeping sound of an un-fastened seat belt. She jumped up in her seat turning her head at all directions looking for Sam. She found him at the back of the car, next to a gas pole. She was amazed by the brightness of the day, and looked at the clock on the car's counter. She was shocked to find out she was asleep for more than two hours.

"Why didn't you wake me up? When you're so tired you need someone to talk to you when you drive" she rebuked. "It's okay St. Claire, the fact that you were sleeping doesn't mean I didn't have someone to talk to. I should have guessed that your mouth is so used to moving, that you'll do it in your sleep as well" his tease surprised her. She DID NOT talk in her sleep and she knew that. "Anyways, it's your turn to drive and my turn to sleep. Do you want to get anything to eat before we leave? We can park the car behind so it will not be noticeable from the highway and go get some breakfast in the diner here."

5 minutes later they stepped together into the diner. Andy with her new tanned complexion and blonde hair and Sam with a baseball cap and a mustache. In an act of casualty appearance Sam placed his hand on Andy's lower back to guide her to the table.

As they were looking through the menus, Andy caught Sam glimpsing at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing"

"Are you sure? Your look was not the 'nothing' kind of a look"

"Yup" popping the P

"Really sure?"

"Well…if you insist… the tan is not so bad, but blonde is not your color, you should know."

"Oh, really? And now you're the fashion police?"

Sam gave her a silencing look. Right now, they were NOT related to the police. Not the real one and not of any other kind.

The waitress came and took their orders, and they set drifting their looks all over the diner until their food arrived. When they were nearly done with their plates, Andy couldn't' take it anymore. It was obvious Sam had things going on in his head, and it was obvious they were related to the night of the blackout. It was also clear as daylight that he had no intension of sharing any of that with her. "Can you please make this any LESS awkward? I KNOW you're thinking about the night of the blackout. I felt it in your hand on my back, so please – spell it out for me, will you?" Sam looked at her for a moment. His response in a manner way different than what Andy wanted it to be.

"Knock knock" he said.

She looked at him in disbelief, and decided to go with it. For Sam it was always his way or no way.

"Who's there?"

"Leena"

"Leena who?"

"Leena little closer and I'll tell you"

She leaned closer, surprised to find their faces nearly touching as he was leaning forward too.

"This will be awkward if we let it be. Let's decide to NOT make it awkward. Let's decide to talk about what we can, and to leave other issues outside of the car. OK?"

For a brief moment Andy felt his breath brushing her face and she was sure he thought about kissing her right there and then.

Sam snapped his head away, and took out some bills from his new wallet, left them on the table and walked outside. He knew from the beginning it's going to get tough with her next to him all the time. He just didn't know the hard parts will come so soon.

Andy came out of the diner two minutes later, holding two cups of smoothies. The day was not as hot as the one before, but still relatively hot. She gave him the smoothies and signed her head towards the store nearby and walked there without waiting for Sam's acknowledgment.

Sam was waiting for her by the car when she came out. She had new sunglasses on her, and a bag filled with other goodies he couldn't see. He opened the driver's seat door for her and walked around to the other side of the car. It took them a couple of minutes to get the seats sorted out to their heights. Andy placed the key in the ignition and slowly fastened her seatbelt, waiting for Sam to say something. Anything.

The car came out of the gas station back to the highway. Andy was still waiting for Sam to be the first to talk. As he made no signs of lip movement, she reached back for the bag of goodies, pulled it to her lap, and started taking out things. "This is a gift from me to you. Your Knock Knock joke was not funny, so I got you a new joke book" as she said this she tossed a book at his lap. Then she took out a pair of sunglasses she bought for him, very similar to those she tried at his cover apartment. "These are for you, so you won't roll your eyes when I drive, or for whenever you fall asleep and don't want me to know you did. And last but not least… this is for eating MY chocolates earlier" and she pulled two bags of the same brand he ate when she was sleeping "figured if we liked the same brand, we should need doubled supplies".

Sam didn't know what to say, so he just mumbled something resembling 'thanks' and stared out of the window, putting his sunglasses on. This woman clearly had no idea what she was doing to him. She had no idea that she was reading his mind and keeping herself one step ahead of him almost all the time. She just kept on surprising him.

The rest of the day went on about the same. One of them driving, the other sleeping or keeping company. They switched every time they needed to refuel. This was another down side to this car – being so tiny it had the smallest gas tank possible, so they had to refill it every 300 KM or so. They discussed which direction they should be going, and decided to stay within 5 hours drive from Toronto, so they could come back fast once they're safe. Every now and then they pulled over to stretch their sore limbs or to buy some more food and use the public toilets.

As the sun was starting to set in the west, the car already looked like a garbage bean on wheels but none of them cared. Suddenly one of their new phones started to ring. Andy was driving, so Sam reached back and pulled the phone off the bag.

"Hello" he answered. By the look on his face Andy knew it was Luke calling. If it was Boyde – Sam would wear a different expression, after all that had happened between them in the past day or two. She quietly heard him making all sounds, none of them actual words. She tried getting his attention to ask him what Luke was saying, but Sam looked aside from her, and faced the car window.

After he snapped the phone closed, he sat silent for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders and let out a big blow of air. Andy knew this could NOT mean good news.

"There's good news and bad news. Which do you want me to start with?" As Andy didn't answer he continued: "good news it is, then. Well… looks like the reason we lost our followers is that the store owner had his own gun, and shot the SUV's tires on its path through the gas station. The SUV crashed into a billboard at the far end of the lot. All passengers either killed or severely wounded. Luke found out the owner's affidavit and saw that he mentioned a small red car running out of the station just as the SUV drove in. Luke is making an effort with the local PD to not investigate into the whole red car issue. He also deeply apologized for the no fuel thing. He was distracted by something and didn't notice. TOLD YA – NOT THE SHARPEST PENCIL, BUT NOT CORRUPT. He thinks we're safe now, as long as we keep low.

The bad news is that they're still trying to find someone to go undercover into Hill's organization because we will not be safe until him and his gang members are behind bars for good. Luke was really sorry to tell me that we cannot come back now and that it might take months or even longer before we could. I guess golden boy really misses you" Sam knew his last remark was just plain mean, but he let it out of his mouth nonetheless. He watched as tears started to well in the corners of Andy's eyes.

How much he hated being the bearer of bad news, every time he did it on the job, and even worse now with her.