ABC.
Words: 451
Couple: Andy McNally and Sam Swarek.
TV Show: Rookie Blue.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.
Established Andy/Sam.

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Prompt: Juice.

When they'd started dating all those years ago, it had just become a habit. Walking endlessly down the aisles and grabbing a large bottle of orange juice from the shelf. She seemed to inhale that stuff in the morning, and if she was coffee-less for hours before a shift it seemed to be the only other thing – that wasn't a physical activity that involved him – that would wake her up and not make her a grouch until she finally got her hands on coffee.

When she'd left for Project Dakota, for some reason, the habit remained and he'd end up drinking it instead of coffee in the middle of the night while studying for the Detective's exam. It was something that had perplexed Traci Nash on the few times she'd visited him to help him – or to drop something of his off that she'd found in Jerry's stuff, which happened more than once, surprisingly – but she'd never questioned him on it.

She never questioned him on the fact that it was Andy McNally's favorite brand.

She never questioned him on the fact that it was also one of Andy McNally's bad habits.

She just smiled and handed him the information book and told him he'd ace it, promising that she was just a phone call away if he needed to ask questions on anything in the book.

The first time Andy McNally came over since returning from Project Dakota, she walked around his kitchen like she knew it, and he'd watched her pour herself a glass of orange juice and only smiled when she said that she was surprised that he didn't have a fridge full of cranberry juice, just to try and make her feel obliged to try it. Sam Swarek had shrugged it off and smirked as she went on to tell him about why she was there in the first place – something to do with his truck and Gail Peck needing help moving out of the shared place with Dov and Chris and into Nick Collins' apartment.

After their first actual date since her return, they'd fallen asleep on his couch watching movies and he'd woken up to find her on the phone with Traci Nash discussing plans to babysit her friends son later that week. In her hands was a glass half-filled with cranberry juice and he'd barely sat up before she was offering him the glass.

"There was no orange juice left," she told him casually, "Don't think I didn't realize that you'd purposely not bought it this time. So forgetful you are Detective."

He could only roll his eyes and accept the glass, a small smile on his face as he watched her rotate herself on the couch and rest her feet in his lap.

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When the stool to his right was pulled out, and someone took a seat, he still didn't look away from the drink he was nursing. He just believed it was Peck coming back to pester him some more to keep herself from going crazy with boredom while she waited for Collins to show up.