Here's a nice long chapter for you…. Enjoy!

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Two days later, Sam is changing in the locker room after shift when Oliver walks in.

"Jesus Sammy… have fun last night?" He asks as he walks towards him and opens his locker.

"What?" Sam asks, shooting him a confused look as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.

"Have you looked in a mirror lately? Your back is covered in claw marks and you have a hickey right here," he says as he points to his own collarbone.

"Oh," Sam says with a shrug.

"Oh? That's it? Who is she?" Oliver asks as he starts to unbutton his uniform.

"No one," Sam replies.

"No one? Seriously? C'mon, I knew you were seeing someone. You've been way too chipper," he tells him.

"Chipper? Really?" Sam asks with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yes. Chipper," Oliver nods. "Now, who is she?"

Sam lets out a big sigh. "No one you know, okay? I met her a few weeks ago… at the gym," he lies.

"Oh… Okay, good," Oliver responds.

"Good?" Sam repeats.

"Uh, well… I don't know. I was a little worried that maybe…" Oliver hesitates.

"Maybe…?"

"Maybe you started something with your rookie," he admits with a shrug.

"What?"

"I don't know… I've just been getting this vibe that maybe there was something going on with the two of you," he says with a shrug. "I mean, you drive her home from the Penny a lot."

"She doesn't have a car and it's on my way home," Sam explains.

"Okay. And you let her drive your truck," Oliver points out.

"Yeah, well, I was hung over and I just wanted her to go away," Sam shrugs.

"Okay, well, I'm just happy you're happy, brother," Oliver concedes. "And that said happiness is not a result of sleeping with your rookie," he adds. "Because you know, that's against the rules."

"Yeah, thanks," Sam says with a roll of his eyes.

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"Hey, so how was your shift?" She asks as she stirs some spaghetti sauce in a pot over the stove. In the last three days that she hasn't been at work, she's been making A LOT of food. Every day when he comes over, she has dinner waiting for him. And she even baked cookies for him to eat during shift. Yeah, he doesn't hate it.

"It was fine," he says with a shrug as he takes a sip of his beer.

"Fine? That's it? Sam, I'm living vicariously through you right now. I need more than fine!" She exclaims.

He lets out a laugh and puts his beer down on the counter. "Sorry, it was a really quiet shift," he says with a shrug. "Oh, but there was one thing that happened today," he mentions.

"Oh yeah?" She asks, glancing over at him.

"Yeah, I uh… I sort of had to tell Shaw that I'm seeing some someone," he tells her.

"What?"

"He saw the souvenirs you left on my back," he says with a grin and that teasing tone of his.

"Oh, oops," she replies with a blush. "You could've just said it was a one night stand," she suggests.

"Yeah well, he assumed that I've been seeing someone… says I've been too chipper lately," he explains.

"Chipper? Really? You?" She says, incredulously.

"I know!" he exclaims with a laugh.

"So where did you meet this imaginary woman?" Andy asks with a smirk.

"At the gym," he answers.

"Original," she quips.

"Shut up," he says with a playful roll of his eyes.

"And what does she look like?" She continues.

"Well, if she's with me, she's obviously hot," he tells her.

"Oh of course. What was I thinking?"

"Yeah. Ollie was pretty relieved. He was convinced I was sleeping with my rookie," he confesses.

"What?" Andy asks with wide eyes. "You're joking."

"Nope. I let you drive my truck, so we're obviously having sex," he explains.

"Right," she says as she bites down her bottom lip.

"Andy, relax. He was just a little suspicious, but it's fine now," he tells her as he runs his hands up and down her sides, trying to comfort her.

"Mhm," she nods.

"Should I not have told you?" He asks. "I just… I didn't want you to hear about me seeing someone and think… I don't know… I just figured you should know," he explains.

"No, no… I'm glad you told me," she replies.

"Okay, then please don't be weird about this… It's not a big deal. It's just Shaw," Sam tells her.

"But if he suspected something then other people might, too!" she points out.

"Andy, suspecting something and having proof of something are two very different things," he reminds her.

"I know," she responds, still biting her lip.

"Do you… do you want to stop doing… this?" He asks, gesturing between the two of them.

She looks up at him and suddenly, he's holding his breath. He's pretty sure she's going to tell him that they have to stop and he just… he doesn't want to. He really doesn't want to.

She lets out a big sigh. "No," she answers, simply and he releases the breath he's been holding. "I don't," she adds.

"Good," he says with a smile. He pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and leans in for a quick kiss. "Look, you really don't need to worry about this, okay? I don't think anyone else pays close enough attention to us to notice things like me letting you drive my truck or giving you a ride once in a while. And as long as Frank doesn't walk in on us having sex in an interrogation room, I think we're fine," he says with a laugh.

"Yeah, okay," she says with a roll of her eyes.

"Plus, only another six weeks and then you'll be cut loose and it won't matter anymore," he reminds her.

"Yeah… Yeah, you're right," she says with a smile.

"Yeah, and then we can have sex in whatever interrogation room we want," he teases.

"God, you're ridiculous," she says with yet another roll of her eyes.

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"So, tomorrow's the big day," he announces the next night, as they're sitting on his couch watching the hockey game together.

"Yep," she says with a nod as her hands roam his chest a little.

"You excited?" He asks as he runs his fingers through her hair. "Nervous?"

"Excited," she confirms with a smile. "God, I feel like all I've been doing for the past week is sitting on my couch watching soap operas," she whines.

"I don't think that's all you've been doing," he says, suggestively, reminding her that she's also been doing him… a lot.

"Hm, that's true," she grins.

"You need a ride tomorrow?" He asks.

"No, Traci insisted on picking me up," Andy replies.

"Okay, well then I'll see you at the station… and I'll bring the coffee," he tells her.

"From Amelia's?" She asks with a hopeful smile as she shifts to straddle his lap.

"Where else?" He quips as his hands land on her waist.

She grins and then leans in for a kiss. "It sucks we aren't gonna be riding together, though," she admits as she pulls away.

"Yeah. Retraining day," he remarks with a nod.

"Yep, which means that on my first day back I get to do community service. Bleh," she comments.

"Well, at least it's better than soap operas," he replies.

"True," she agrees.

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He's watching Noelle beat the shit out of one of the officers from the night shift when he feels a tap on his arm. When he turns around to see Andy standing there with a strange look on her face, he's a bit concerned.

"Can we talk?" She asks, before he has a chance to ask her what's wrong.

"Yeah," he agrees before following her out the door. She leads him into an empty observation room and then proceeds to chew on her fingernails.

"What's going on?" He asks, as he puts one hand on her waist and the other on her face so she'll look up at him.

"Um… so… Chris and I… well…" she begins, completely fumbling over her words.

"Andy, what's wrong?" He asks as his concern starts to grow.

"You know Detective Bibby, right?" Andy asks.

"He's Peck's partner, right?" Sam questions.

"Mhm," she nods as she starts to stare at a spot on the wall.

"What about him?" Sam asks, trying to redirect her attention.

"He um… he stole evidence," Andy informs him.

"What?" He asks with raised eyebrows.

"Sam, he's… he's dirty… we have proof," she tells him. "What should I do? I mean… I can't just let this go, right? But when I went to talk to him, he-"

"You talked to him?" Sam asks, obviously not pleased with the idea.

"Yeah, we wanted to get his side of the story, but he… he kind of… threatened us," Andy admits.

"What do you mean threatened you? Physically?" Sam asks.

"He said that he would ruin us... He said no one would believe a rookie with a disaster for an old man over a detective with an impeccable record and… and he's right isn't he?" She questions.

He lets out a giant sigh and starts to pinch the bridge of his nose as he thinks about what needs to happen.

"Sam?" She says, pulling him out of his thoughts.

He looks up at her and puts both hands on her shoulders. "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna tell me everything you know and I'll go talk to Frank… try to keep you and Diaz out of it," he decides.

"What? No!" she argues. "Sam, I'm not letting you do that," she tells him.

"Andy," he says, using his no nonsense T.O. voice. "He's right… no one will believe you… you're a rookie and they don't know you… a lot of people will turn against you. It will be you against him and they'll take his side," he tells her. "But people know me and they know I wouldn't do this without real evidence… they'll believe me. It will be fine," he assures her.

"Sam… I don't like it," she replies.

"I know, but this is what has to happen," he tells her. "It'll be fine. It will be a thing for a week or two and then it will blow over," he promises. "It would be a lot worse if it was you coming forward," he tells her again.

She lets out a large breath and then nods her head.

"Okay, so start from the beginning. Tell me everything."

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"So what happened?" Andy asks when she sees him walk out of Frank's office. She's been anxiously pacing the barn ever since he walked in there forty five minutes ago.

"Frank made some calls; they're going to put Bibby on paid leave while they investigate," he informs her.

"Okay. Good," Andy says with a nod.

"But Andy… since you confronted Bibby, I don't think we'll be able to keep your names completely out of it. He's going to assume it was you and Diaz, so the story is that I asked you two to look into it a little bit since I was stuck at retraining, okay?" He asks.

"Okay," she nods.

"Okay," he says as he lets out a breath. "You wanna go to the Penny? I need a drink," he says.

"I probably need three drinks," she tells him.

"Yeah, that sounds about right," he agrees, before they walk out of the barn together. "Let's call Diaz on the way, okay? Make sure we're all on the same page," he instructs her.

"Yeah," she agrees as she pulls out her phone and hits speed dial 7.

Exactly eight minutes later, they are walking into the Penny. They've barely taken two sips of their drinks when they hear a confrontation going on behind them. When they turn around to investigate, they see Steve Peck yelling at Chris.

Before Andy even has a chance to comprehend what's going on, Sam is out of his chair and making his way towards them. Once her brain finally catches up to what's happening, she runs after him.

"Peck, calm the fuck down," Sam tells him.

"Sammy, you gotta get a handle on your rookies!" Steve shouts. "They need to learn their place… they need to mind their own business," he snaps.

"My rookies were just following orders," Sam informs him, causing Steve to jerk back in surprise.

"Whose orders?" Steve wonders.

"Mine," Sam informs him.

"Yours?" Steve asks, as if he doesn't believe it.

"Yeah, your partner is dirty, brother… I'm sorry you're getting mixed up in it. Seriously, I am, but I couldn't just ignore it. Cops like him make us all look bad," Sam explains.

"Sammy, I was handling it!" Steve barks.

"Okay, well we're just gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, but if you have a problem you can come to me… leave them alone," Sam replies, as he gestures to Andy and Chris.

Steve starts shaking his head and he's just about to say something when Gail starts tugging on his arm. "C'mon Steve, let's just go," she pleads. He looks down at his sister and then back at Sam before nodding his head. "Yeah, let's get out of here," he agrees before taking one last look at Sam and the two rookies. When they finally walk out the door, Sam turns back to Andy and Chris.

"Thanks," Chris tells him as he lifts his beer in salute.

Sam waves him off and head back to the bar, with Andy following close behind. When he takes a seat at the barstool, he turns to see Andy standing beside him.

"Sam…" she begins, as she looks at her feet, unsure how to finish the sentence.

"McNally, it's okay… this was my choice… what's happening… it's not your fault," he tells her, knowing that she's about to apologize to him.

"Thank you," she tells him. "For protecting us… for always being there," she adds.

"Anytime," he replies with a smile. He watches her take a sip of her drink and then takes one of his own. That's when he sees Traci walking over and he knows it's time for them to part ways until later tonight. "Just let me know when you wanna get out of here," he tells her before Traci comes within earshot.

Andy nods and then clinks her glass against his before turning and meeting Traci at the end of the bar.

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It's a couple hours later when she sees him heading towards the bathroom and decides to follow. It's most definitely not the best idea, what with all of their co-workers so close by, but the liquor swirling around in her belly is making it hard to care.

With everything that's happened today and with the fact that they're working the afternoon shift tomorrow, they've both been having a bit of fun. She's seen him shoot back more than a couple shots over the course of the night, and yeah, she drank her fair share, too.

"Hey," she grins, when he walks out of the bathroom.

He smiles when he sees her and gets right in her personal space. Yep, this was definitely not a good idea. At any moment, someone could walk around the corner and see them, but his fingers are grazing her hips and his eyes are impossibly dark and there's just no way she could pull away if she tried.

He leans in, like he's going to kiss her and she lifts her chin in order to meet his lips, but instead he just hovers over her. "Let's get out of here," he whispers.

"Okay," she whispers back.

He smiles and leads her out the back door before anyone can stop them.

"We should probably grab a cab," he tells her, knowing that they've both had quite a few drinks tonight.

"Give me your keys," she says with a grin.

"Andy, you've had way too much to drink," he reminds her. And it makes her smile because it means that he was watching her, too.

"Sam, just give me your keys," she insists. "I promise, I'm not going to drive," she assures him.

He looks at her suspiciously before eventually taking his keys out of his pocket and dropping them into her hand.

"Thank you," she replies before unlocking his truck and opening the back door. She quickly scans the parking lot and once she's sure that it's empty, she hops inside and then turns to look at him. "You coming?" She asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

He lets out a laugh and then jumps in beside her. When he pulls the door closed, she's already got her jeans halfway off.

"Take off your pants," she demands as hers fall on the floor.

He chuckles a bit, but does what she says as he watches her pull her top over her head. "You're lucky I have tinted windows," he muses as he lifts his shirt over his head. Normally, he'd just leave it on in this sort of situation- since this will likely be more quick than thorough, but she's told him a few times that she likes him much better when he's shirtless, so yeah, he's taking it off.

"No, I think you're lucky you have tinted windows," she retorts with a smirk as she unhooks her bra.

"Mhm. Very lucky," he nods as he gets a good look at her breasts while pushing his boxers down to his shins. Then, he sits and waits for her to remove her underwear before pulling her onto his lap.

"Hi," she says with a smile as she straddles him.

"Hi," he replies as his hands roam her body. He cups her breasts, grazes her sides, runs his hands up and down her thighs, grabs her ass and then travels up her back. He wraps his hand around the back of her neck and pulls her in for a kiss. He quickly parts her lips with his and caresses her tongue. When the need for air becomes too great, she pulls away and turns her attention to his neck. He tilts his head to give her more access and his hands continue their exploration of her body. She alternates between kissing and sucking and then runs her tongue along his ear, causing a shiver to go down his spine. That's when her hands start to travel down his chest and land on his hardening cock.

He lets out a groan at the contact and she pulls away a little so she can really get a grip on him. Then, he takes advantage of her position and gets his mouth on her breasts, causing her to let out a soft moan.

Minutes later, she's gasping as she lowers herself onto him. "Sam," she sobs as she takes him completely inside of her. She starts to slowly circle her hips as his hands land on her ass. Soon, she starts to go up and down on him as he helps her build a steady rhythm.

It doesn't take long for her to start getting noisy. And yeah, the sounds coming out of her mouth- he will just never get sick of them. She moaning and gasping and panting. There is a mixture of his name, frequent calls to God and a few swears, and he just soaks it all in as his hands investigate every inch of her smooth skin.

When she decides to lean back a little, that really gets her going and she starts becoming even louder. He briefly considers the fact that someone might hear them, but then her muscles tighten and the thought is replaced by something else- how unbelievably turned on he is right now.

She starts going faster and the grip she has on his shoulders tightens. He can feel how close she is, so he starts to circle his hips a bit and it's enough to get her teetering right on the edge. "Sam," she moans as she throws her head back and allows the orgasm to course through her.

"Shit. Andy," he groans as she twitches around him and effectively throws him overboard as well.

When it's over, she rests her head on his shoulder and continues to rock her hips as she enjoys the aftershock. His fingers graze her bare back and they sit there until their breathing finally regulates.

Eventually, she pulls away to give him a quick kiss on the lips and then gets off his lap.

"Why don't we just walk to my place?" She asks, picking up on their conversation from earlier, as they both start to get dressed. "It's like an eight minute walk… way faster than a cab," she rationalizes. "Then, you can just come get your truck in the morning," she offers.

He looks over at her, surprised by her comment. She's never invited him to stay at her place and he wonders what it means that she's suggesting it now…. and that he kind of likes the idea.

"Okay," he agrees as he slides his jeans over his hips.

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In all honesty, this one isn't my favorite, but I hoped you liked it! As always, I'd love to hear what you think!

In other news, I'm actually thinking about posting a new story… And once again, it's not finished, but at least I have it all worked out in my head, unlike Roommates and Pretend, so that's a plus. It's got more angst in it than my other stories and it won't have as many chapters as I typically write, but we'll see. I've written the first five chapters so far and there will probably only be a few more after that. So yeah, I might post it this weekend, so stay tuned