A/N Okay! So this is most likely the final in this series, so it's being marked complete.

I just wanted to say a big, big, big thank you to all of you for reading, and special ones to all those that have taken the time to review. You're support and encouragement has definitely spurred things on. I think I still owe a couple of people their prompts, but as they are more AU etc, they will be published as different stories – so…keep an eye out for those in coming months.

This one is for RB_ANON/Rookie Blue Support over on Twitter, who reminded me of the poignancy of Sam/Andy and the back of the truck (you know the one…won't get rid of me without a fight. Sam, Sam, Sam…just work through your issues, okay?) I rewatched the whole ep tonight and this piece literally just tumbled out. It turned a little darker than I thought it would when I first set out…but…it's probably a consequence of that episode. Holy geez, so much….heartbreak in town. Anyway, anyway, it's also a happy Christmas dedication to everyone that's reviewed any of the scenes of this story, with a very, very special thanks to: enits3, Lissa13, evelinav, vixenali, and meliecom for their relentless and enduring pats on the back. (There are at least a couple of guests out there too who also deserve a big hug). ;-D

Without any further gushing though, what follows is a tag to 'Messy Houses' (3.5).

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue

Sam's eyes scan the length of McNally's stretched out form. He'd lie down beside her, but for the fact they're right out the front of Division 15, and –

Well. They've already been close to sprung just outside the precinct more than one time.

(Frank gave them death glares just last night; a giggling Andy wedged between Sam and his truck as they discussed where to next. Possibly Sam's mouth on McNally's neck didn't help her memory re Tommy's birthday).

Sam catches sight of Ollie's retreating figure this go around. He expects nothing less than a Shaw wisecrack about Sam and Andy perched in the bed of the truck. Instead, Oliver looks like he's had a rough day at work too -

"Okay there, buddy?" Sam calls out as he feels McNally's fingers reach into the belt loops of his jeans.

Ollie simply raises a hand in salute and gives Sam an upward turn of one corner of his mouth. "Yeah. Yep, Sammy." Shaw casts his eyes in the direction of the pointy knees that are now digging into Sam's ribs. "You two kids go home and play nice," Ollie instructs gently – then keeps a slow pace until he reaches his car.

Sam bites inside the flesh of his cheek sharply. He doesn't even know, it's just something in Ollie's tone –

Still. Sam figures Shaw will hassle him with the details tomorrow when he's in the right mood.

Sam re-focuses his attention on the resting beauty beside him; he should probably insist that she talks this Claire crap through. But, Sam knows what it's like not to want to dredge up the past so, he's fine with taking her lead on what she does and doesn't want to say about her mother right now.

Sam slides the palm of his hand down the back of McNally's jean-clad calf. "We can do somethin' else if you like?" He wants to make her happy here is the thing, it was killing him today every time he looked at her face and saw what a young Andy must've gone through. He grins so she can hear it in his voice; "Dinner. Ice-cream. Beers. Your choice."

Andy locks a hand partway around Sam's bicep, from there she inches her way to upright. She dumps her legs over the tail of the truck and puts her head on Sam's shoulder – a gesture that still manages to make Sam's stomach flip a few times. "Ice-cream. Your place. You," McNally whispers in response eventually.

And, yeah. Sam's heart does skip a beat.

"Just us tonight," Andy reiterates quietly, turning her face to rub her pointy nose in the crook of his neck.

Sam turns enough just to kiss at her lips gently. "You got it, sweetheart."

The ride to his is quiet; McNally does none of the incessant chattering Sam usually loves about her. He breathes in and out a couple of times slowly to keep his mind wandering into territory that he shouldn't just yet –

(Sam's out of his depth in this thing is what he realizes; never before has he wanted to give so much, but at the same time be so terrified of doing just that).

McNally is still deep in thought when Sam pulls over to pick up the frozen treats. "Cookies and Cream or Chocolate this time?"

Andy looks over and smiles a little bigger than at any other point today. "Surprise me."

Both Sam gets her.

And another three types.

(Just wants her happy, is all.)

Stocked up, he turns the ignition to start the truck again – and feels his flesh goose bump when the tips of McNally's fingers run through the hair on his neck.

Her mood definitely perks up when they get through the front door and into his kitchen finally.

"Aw, Sam," McNally giggles as she fossicks through the bag full of ice-cream. "You are… sweet."

Andy bounces over a little more like herself to where he's standing and pushes up on her toes. She peppers his face with a series of unruly kisses and then makes a grab for his cheeks. "Let's eat it in bed," McNally whispers conspiratorially. "Let's mess up your sheets."

The waggle of her eyebrows makes Sam laugh out loud; a noise he realizes often prompts McNally to laugh back. They stand there near the kitchen bench just gaping at one another, until Andy makes another bold move.

She reaches into the top drawer like she's all covert; doesn't even bother to glance her eyes down. She picks up a single dessert spoon –

And then tries to balance it on Sam's nose.

He shakes his head because he can't help it; they both use humour occasionally it turns out – instead of saying things that should be said.

Sam gives McNally a playful smack on the ass for her efforts as she bends to pick up the spoon.

When she's upright he puts an arm around her shoulders, and jostles her and her frosty goods off to his room.

McNally's not wearing a single stitch when Sam comes out of the bathroom just a little while after instructing her: "Don't start without me."

She has started though; the open tub of Cotton Candy is precariously resting atop one of her bony knees. The further evidence against her is the way she's got the spoon in her mouth. "What?" McNally slurps around it, her pretty lips gone all purple with the pink.

Once again, Sam can only muster the brainpower just to shake his head. It is after all –

Quite the view he's got from here.

McNally pats the space beside her and smiles at Sam as she swallows. "C'mere."

Sam only has one scoop; the icy stuff so sweet it gives him tingles behind the eyes. He feeds McNally about five spoons amidst her flirting laughter – before she tries to feed him another one.

As he scrunches and screws his nose up, McNally wrestles her way over the top of him and dismisses the carton to the bedside table – along with the spoon.

Sam blinks his eyes open and peers up at her, well – what he can see.

The way she's hovering over the top of him has her breasts right in his face. Sam puts his mouth around one of her nipples on instinct, which –

Makes Andy shriek.

McNally's wiggling in his lap and pulling backwards as she clutches at his shoulders. "Cold, Sam! Cold!"

Well –

Sam can't help but suck in response.

As he does so, his hand runs the length of the curve that rolls from her hip to her waist all the way to cup under her other breast. He uses some teeth as he feels out how soft she is there, and nips harder when she starts to sigh and rock herself down.

"God. Okay, okay," McNally chokes out between some gulps for air. "Um, yeah."

Sam smiles into her as he runs a thumb over her exposed nipple and feels it pebble all the way erect. "Not like you to be at a loss for words, McNally," Sam murmurs against her – just before his other hand gets to work.

The way Andy's hovering over the top of him gives him easy access in terms of tracing his fingers up the inside of her thigh. He gets two tips and touches to feel how wet she is, and he gets his answer with an impatient moan from McNally -

And her fucking herself onto his fingers without a second thought.

"Shut up," she hisses at Sam as though what he said was only a second ago. "Already told you once tonight – don't wanna talk." She half growls as she says it; almost like her moods back to frustrated and angry again.

It takes Sam aback a little, actually – how rough she works her way through orgasm number one. It doesn't take her long to get there - her body grinding on his palm and her hand grappling for his thumb to press into her clit. He'd be worried about her if it weren't for the fact he was so turned on.

She's pulled herself back onto her haunches and has got her legs wide, wide open and her breasts pushed all the way out. Her head is flung back to the point where all Sam can do is stare at that pretty, long neck and feel the swoosh of her hair against his thighs.

She's clutching Sam's wrist tight as she loses herself, and he freaks for a second thinking he might hurt her with the way she's angling to get more of his fingers inside.

"Fuck." McNally lets out a single, angry sob. She doesn't use the word to curse, usually – but this one definitely is. "Hate her, Sam."

Sam shh-shh's Andy softly and gently rubs a hand down her back. He's feeling a little heartbroken for her at the moment, and has no idea what else to do –

He doesn't want to tell her that it's okay, or any I knows, because probably he doesn't –

So. He just nods his head. "Anything…anything I can do…" Sam croaks out eventually as he pulls his fingers out steady and slow.

McNally gives a whip of a laugh as she dumps her weight on to him and gets them chest-to-chest. She kisses him hot and loose on the mouth and then gives him a command that's got an edge of pleading: "Fuck me again."

Sam feels the pump of Andy's lion-heart against his own as he does it; he's hard as all hell but wants to be cautious because of how sensitive she is right now.

"I got you, sweetheart…" he tells her soft and quiet as he stays sprawled out beneath her and works his way inside her from below.

Sam sucks in a whole heap of air as he fills her entirely – then he lets Andy set the pace.

She moves on him like melancholy for what feels like hours and hours. It's a stark contrast to the frenzy she whipped them into earlier tonight.

He puts his hands on her hips carefully when he feels them stutter and goes about the task of guiding her home again and again.

Sam tries to absorb her pain and anger, he does. He kisses her softly every time she lets out a sound. A swelling in his chest grows and grows for McNally – it feels like it will detonate inside him as she loses herself all over him again.

"Come inside me…please, Sam," Andy begs him as she gasps for some air on her own way down.

Then he feels the way she slips and clenches onto him (and the look on her face) –

And so Sam does.

She kisses at his jaw as he bucks through it; his body all restless and every wire come loose. "Andy…" Sam tells her helplessly – and just like he wants to say something else.

Hmhm she whispers at him, "I got you too."

When it's over she moves far enough off him to make sure he doesn't suffocate in his sleep. He keeps her close, close though – keeps her tucked right into his side.

McNally pats a hand blindly over Sam's face as she kisses his shoulder. "Thanks for my ice-cream…and stuff." For sure the fact she's not looking at him now means she's gone a little way shy. Embarrassed maybe, that she's not as put together as she thought -

Sam grins, but's it not his happiest. "No problem at all." He turns his face and kisses into McNally's vanilla-scented hair. He breathes her in and squeezes her gently. "Night, sweetheart."

"Night.." Andy says around a yawn as her face tucks further and further into Sam's neck.

Sam looks into the dark of the room and tries not to think.

If Sam thought about anything except for Andy right now, it would probably be the anger he's got brewing on Claire.

He doesn't want to go there yet though, doesn't want to think about his automatic distrust. He really only wants Andy to feel safe and secure right now.

(Fuck. To hell with it, he's even gonna call Jerry in the morning and tell him they're catch-up will have to wait.)

As Sam kisses Andy's head goodnight one last time for good measure, he decides to let her sleep in in the morning – he'll even call Frank if she needs and tell the boss they'll be late. He's gonna make her coffee and pancakes, and he's gonna wash her hair and scrub her back.

And, Sam's gonna give Andy McNally any other damn thing that she wants.

Fin.