A/N: And so this one comes to its end! Thanks again for the reads and reviews, it's been fun from this end.

HUGE thanks again to RB_Anon who came up with the concept in the first place. You're just effing wonderful generally speaking, so kudos to you.

I hope the ending doesn't disappoint. I know it leaves the criminality and what not unresolved. But that's not what this little ficlet was about anyway, and I'm settled with how it pans out.

Adios from me for now, no doubt I'll pop up again elsewhere soon!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue


Early morning in the hotel room is a soft, warm glow against another bleak day outside.

Andy has been awake for only a few minutes, but long enough to feel the stiff aches of her body giving her a lecture for the way she tends to push it too hard. Still -

Totally worth it.

Andy feels warm and happy and hopeful.

The man that makes her head and heart do all manner of gymnastics lay asleep under her arm.

For once, they're on the same page about them...or at least, she's pretty sure that was the conclusion in the early hours of this morning.

(Sam making love to her the second time around and a series of other confessions that included a little more detail about what they liked so much about one another;

Him to her: her heart, her courage, her determination, her generosity to name but a few…

Her to him: his heart, his wisdom, his strength, his sense of loyalty…)

She smiles at his handsome face, yearning to kiss it. Come to think of it, she's pretty sure she'd kiss it all day long if given half the chance. Just as well she loves being police too.

She traces her fingers down his chest, light and teasing.

As he stirs in his sleep, she smiles brightly again.

Sure they might still be knocking on the door of danger, but she does trust that the arrests will be made today...

She thinks again of what tomorrow and the day after might bring, leaving her head in a tizz about all this stuff she can just...do...to…and with Sam now...

Now that they're a 'thing'.

(They settled on that term because it meant more to them than just boyfriend/girlfriend ...

They deliberated over the use of a term like partner-partners, but figured they might need to get themselves on track out in the real world first -

Go on a few proper dates and hang out and tackle a non-life threatening challenge before they tell the world they are in this 'thing' for keeps.

Even though Andy just knows she is anyway.)

One eye of Sam's blinks open and stares at her.

The arm he has under her neck twists a little, promoting his hand to a position further across the front of her shoulder.

The movement serves to roll Andy's body even closer into Sam, squishing her breasts onto half of his chest.

"Does that brain of yours never sleep, McNally?"

Andy's whole body tingles; the early morning voice of Sam is rough and soft in equal amounts. It's low and quiet too. It makes her feel special, a breakfast smoothie that he's made just for her and no one else in the world.


McNally's response to Sam's teasing is to beam that mega-watt smile of hers –

Straight at him.

For him.

Their lives may still be in danger here, but seeing her like this makes Sam feel the most alive he's ever been.

He opens his other eye to investigate her properly; grins at the messy sexed-up bed head she's got going on, and considers himself one lucky man.

He lifts his hand to thread some fingers through her nest. "You get any sleep?"

"Enough," Andy replies a little too quickly, her voice a crackle and crunch that sounds a whole lot like that sugary cereal she no doubt likes to eat.

"Hungry?" Sam probes, putting his other hand on top of the arm she's got drifting around his stomach.

McNally grins back at Sam, a thousand shades of the sexiest and dirtiest thing that he ever did see. "Very," she retorts with some eyebrows that are cocked high and wicked, and doing something to Sam.

He rolls her the rest of the way on top of him, a motion she'd already started.

He swallows her fits of giggles in a kiss that makes his head spin, and lets her slide herself onto him with a final groan in his mouth.


It's only about a minute after Sam's lost himself inside McNally again that they hear the burn phone ring, some ridiculous rap song that Boyd's programmed.

"Ugh," Andy flops her whole weight all the way on top of Sam. "Tell him to come back next year."

Yeah -

Sam knows what she's getting at; now they're in this cocoon together, he's happy to stay here for life. Still -

They're going to have to front the real world eventually.

He tussles himself and McNally gently so they're in a position he can reach for the offensive noise.

"Boyd?" Sam croaks, his own sex voice making an inappropriate appearance. Sam curses himself for not getting up and having some water before taking this call.

He can practically hear the battle between Don's smirk and frown.

"Arrests have all been made, we're headed to interviews now," Boyd says eventually, an irritated tone around a slurp of what Sam assumes is coffee. "Safe to come out."

Sam rolls his eyes and bites the inside of his cheek. "I take it our limo's downstairs?"

He runs a hand down McNally's back to steady her out as she fidgets on top of him, one sharp knee going a little too close for comfort as it dips between his legs.

"'Bout an hour." Boyd's crunching on some toast or something now, right in Sam's ear.

(The detective has developed a penchant for fucking Vegemite for god's sake. Keeps a jar of the crap on his desk half the time.

Sam doesn't even know what that's about really. The guy does all sorts of weird shit since he took a trip to Australia last year.)

"So...y'know. Here's your advance warning. Have a shower, or do whatever it is you kids do before mum and dad get back home."

Sam figures Boyd's sudden turn into a chirpier mood this morning can be attributed to a couple of things. No doubt he's figured how to make the arrests count, for starters. But also -

Sure as Sam remembers the time Don got to watch a threesome, he's picturing McNally and Sam together in bed right now.

"Go do your interviews, Don," Sam shudders, pressing Andy in closer to his chest and pulling a sheet up around her shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah," Boyd spits back, his mouth still full of toast. "I'll, ah. Catch you guys later in the 'noon, okay?"

Sam rolls his eyes and wonders what poor unsuspecting 18 year old Don's 'dating' at the moment. "Yep," Sam answers bluntly, definitely not looking forward to any formal interviews.


Sam hangs up in a snap and tosses the phone to the side table.

Andy finally gets her head out of his neck and peers up from under her eyelashes. "We good to go?"

Sam takes her face in his hands and kisses her softly. When he pulls away, he swipes some hair behind her ear. "Yeah, sweetheart. A driver'll pick us up in an hour and take us to Guns and Gangs. Then we'll go to 15… or home."


Andy smiles small, a tinge and pang near her heart on the way Sam says 'home'.

She bites her lip, worrying about whether they'll be separated as partners on the job, and what that might mean. Andy loves working in close quarters with Sam.

Andy loves a lot about him, actually –

"We're gonna have to tell the boss…'bout us…right?" she knows the answer to this, but she wants to hear what Sam has to say anyway.

She watches Sam's throat work before he replies - his tongue scraping at his teeth and then inside his cheek as he thinks through his response. He looks her in the eye eventually, and rubs at her shoulder a bit.

"Andy," Sam's voice is teetering on being a question. "The boss needs to be told."

Andy nods quietly, and takes a deep breath as she thinks about not being right by Sam's side when they need one another the most. She rubs at Sam's chest, near his heart and then leans her head forward to get a kiss at the spot.

He lifts her face after she's been down there a few moments.

The look on him is driving Andy insane; an excruciating openness to his face that she's never seen before. She bites her lip hard, just after he does. What he says next, swells her heart with a burst that is –

Happiness personified.

"Andy, I don't want to hide us from anyone anymore."

On the 'anymore' tears well in her eyes, prompting her to quickly swipe a thumb across the general vicinity.

Sam makes a grab for her hand immediately and holds it.

He tilts his face toward hers and kisses her soft on the lips. "I want all of you."

Andy makes a move on reflex, ignoring the sharp pain around her midriff to get at as much of Sam as she can.

She kisses him fiercely, hard and determined and right on the lips. "I want all of you too," she says with her mouth over his. "Every. Single. Piece."


A shower and an hour later, Andy and Sam are on their way Guns and Gangs and Donovan Boyd.

They sit in the back seat of an unmarked car, the driver glancing at them once in a while through the rearview mirror and giving them a reassuring smile.

Sam holds McNally's hand in his, the two of their bodies practically conjoined on the back seat.

Every now and then he squeezes at her palm.

Or she squeezes at his.

Sam knows whatever happens next will be challenging, yet fascinating and awesome. He knows it's going to take a truckload of courage from the both of them.

It's also going to take patience -

Patience, honesty, integrity, give and take, and a whole host of other things that he's not entirely sure about yet.

Whatever it takes though, he'll do it.

He'll do it for her, and for himself.

He'll also let her do it.

Because he trusts her.

Because he knows that he loves her.

Even if he hasn't…can't…pluck up the courage to say those particular words yet.

Yes.

Sam is ready.

He is ready for Andy McNally.

And whatever wild ride they have in store.


As they get out of the car and look up to their next call for the new day, he puts an arm around her and takes her into an embrace.

He whispers into McNally's ear only something she will hear:

"Are you ready for whatever's in store for us?"

Sam's smile is authentic and big when Andy whispers back to him:

"As long as you're there."


Fin.