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Chapter 7- Trust.

"No!". The word slid out forcefully, every letter meant.

"Come on Sammy, it's fourty-eight hours. In and out".

"I've been waiting for an in for three months Boyd and this is what you come up with?". Sam was agitated, his tone clearly stating the fact.

"Sammy, we can't take any more transfers until IA has cleared us, this is all I've got". Boyd argued back knowing that Sam wasn't biting.

"Why Peck?". Sam suddenly blurted, Boyd's reasons to her tagging along a little faded.

"She's a Peck, she's honest?".

Boyd was fumbling for an excuse to explain why he wanted her assigned to this, when he really didn't have one.

"So you're just gonna send her in when she has never done an undercover?".

"It's just to observe, see if there's any big players, that's it". Boyd was trying his damnedest, but Sam wasn't budging.

"No backup, no packing, no way out if there's a big player in there, not my idea of in and out". Sam crossed his arms over his chest while Boyd paced Frank's office casting him wayward glances in search of some help here.

"Sam, you've been waiting for this what's holding you back? Pecks reliable".

Frank's voice suddenly filling his office as he watched Sam debating on whether or not to actually do this or not.

"Frank it's not that, I've never even been on patrol with her, we don't know eachother's moves...".

"So what's it going to take to get you in?". Frank said leaning back in his chair, his hands pressed together.

"Backup I can count on?". Sam's words came out as an unintended question.

"If I let you take McNally?".

Sam's lips curled up in a slight smirk at Frank's response.

"You want your crazy-assed rookie with you on this? The one who's had more screw up's than...".

"Yeah, MY rookie". Sam bit out turning to face Boyd.

Boyd cocked an eyebrow at Sam silencing him, leaning back on Frank's desk, Boyd raised his own eyebrows.

"Why?".

"Because I trust her".

Sam answered without hesitation, Boyd wanted an answer and that was really all he had to give.

Waving McNally into Frank's office, Sam watched the hesitation cross her face before she let it go. She was overthinking, wondering if she had made another screw up.

Like when she dropped her gun, and it went off.

Or like when she left a suspect handcuffed to a bicycle rack to see if he was okay, when the suspect elbowed him in the face and he stopped when she pointed out that his nose was bleeding. That day the suspect ran off carrying the bicycle rack and just disappeared. Handcuffs right along with them.

Then there was when she...

"Swarek?".

"Yeah?".

"You sure about this?". Frank's voice pulled the Andy induced haze right out from under him.

Sam nodded before watching Andy who seemed to keep looking at him while Frank explained an information gathering night out on the town.

"Think you're up for it?". Frank asked her before she glanced at Sam, her face really questioning until he nodded.

Accepting the short stint, Andy felt her nerves become enraged in a war with themselves, her self doubt reining high as they left Frank's office.

"Why'd you ask for me?".

Sam stopped mid stride. Could she really read him that well? Well enough to know that he asked for her on this?

"Because I trust you". Sam said resuming his steps as he watched her stifle a smile and dip her head to hide her blush.

Eleven hours later, Andy stood nervously inside the locker room, Traci trying to suppress a laugh at Andy's nervous habits.

"Relax, you've got this". She said just as Noelle came walking in.

"Ouch!". Noelle exclaimed taking the sight of Andy in.

"That bad?". Andy said, her face falling.

"Um, let's just say, you look real" Noelle said her smile really wide.

Andy was dressed in a black cocktail dress with hooker heels and her jacket. Simple, if you were a hooker.

"Oh, you got this". Noelle added seeing Andy still doubting herself.

A little less than an hour later, Sam and Andy walked into the club.

As they cleared the bouncer at the door after he patted Sam down, he reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze before leading her through the doors and into the dimly lit club.

The music was loud and bodies milled around, the heat from inside nothing compared to the fire that raged up his hand and arm.

She always had that effect on him.

Heading for the bar, with her in tow Sam ordered her a rum and coke, and a beer for himself before they moved to a table in a dark corner.

Andy seemed to have calmed down, her nervousness emanating from her in waves since she came out the locker room and managed to stall his breathing and make his heart stammer to a dead stop.

He'd seen her in uniform, her shirt changing to a short sleeve when the rookies were cut loose a few weeks ago, a woman in uniform had just always been his thing until he saw her in jeans.

Jeans became his thing with the way she wore them, when they would hang out at the Penny.

When he stopped over one day to drop off her water bottle after she left it in his truck after a ride home the day they had three shifts off, shorts were his new favorite item of clothing. At least on her anyway.

Then the night her tumble dryer started smoking and she called him to come over before it blew up, pajamas and bare feet were his newest obsession on her.

Shaking his head, Sam pushed the perverted thoughts of woman's clothing out of his mind, his eyes falling on her dressed in an outfit way better than her pajamas.

It was going to be fourty-eight hours of hell.

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