Prompt: Sam and Andy are back together again but they are keeping it a secret for a while. Enjoying themselves. Sam finds it hard to control himself when a very handsome and charming lawyers puts the moves on Andy. And Gail and trac encourage her because they think she's single.
"So you and Sam?" Gail asks the morning they're partnered on desk. "Back in the saddle?"
Andy laughs, smiling at the thought on just how great that, uh, ride has been and shakes her head.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She says, not even trying to convince her otherwise.
She grabs both of their coffee cups and makes her way to the barn ready to get them both a refill. As she reaches the kiosk her phone vibrates, and she pulls it out of her pocket expecting it to be Sam, watching her from his desk, trying to make her blush, but is surprised to see that it's Gail calling.
"What?" Andy asks, looking through the glass to her desk partner.
Her hand is blocking the mouth piece and an impish look in her eyes.
"So, if you and Sam aren't doing it, flirt with hot mister prosecutor who's at your six and headed right for you. Kay, byyyyee!" Gail says, hanging her phone up, just as Andy's feels another body close in next to her.
"'Scuse me." A male voice says, causing Andy to jump over a couple of feet.
She looks to her left to get a look at the legendary "hot prosecutor" and sees a rather attractive guy in a nice, expensive, suit. Tall, blond… she's almost a little pissed at Gail. Almost.
Over the tall mans shoulder she sees Sam staring at her with a confused, and no trace of amused, expression. She gives him a bit of a panicked nod, and right as she's about to turn back to her coffee, and actually pour some to bring back to Gail, she bumps right into the guy.
"Someone's a little jumpy." He laughs, stirring his cup of coffee slowly, resting against the ledge of the counter, making himself at home while Andy makes both her and Gail's coffees.
"Yeah, sorry about that." She apologizes, blushing a little. "Desperately need my caffeine fix."
To be honest she's not even sure what's going on. The only reason she's acting this way is because she foolishly thought she could play Gail's game. And then of course she saw Sam and then her brain turned to mush.
"I'm Mark Johnson." He says after a slightly awkward pause, extending a hand to her just as she's picking up the two cups. "Prosecutor."
Andy bites down a sarcastic smile and tries to make it come across as sweet, while she sets down the coffee.
"Officer McNally." She says, leaving her first name out of it. "Cop."
She's sure to grip his hand quite tightly, the way a dad tends to do with his daughters' boyfriend.
"Oh, how formal." He laughs, dirt bag tone in his voice that makes Andy wish she had her duty belt on so her baton was nearby.
"Yeah, well, titles seemed important to you." She's about ready to head off again, when she hears Sam only a few feet away telling Oliver 'not now' and she listens to his footfalls get closer.
"McNally," he says, placing a hand on the small on her back, waiting for her to turn to him a bit, and once she does, he kisses her.
She's taken completely off guard. Like, totally. They've never, ever kissed inside the division walls, let alone in uniform on the job, and now here she is, in the middle of the barn no less, being kissed as PG-13 as Sam knows how to keep it.
"Swarek." She breathes after he pulls away, satisfied grin on his face. "Well, you have a good one… shift… day. I have a desk. And coffee. So, goodbye."
As she's walking back through the door to the main desk, she sees Gail trying to keep her laughing inaudible, but after she hands her the coffee, she loses it.
"You're so easy."
"Eat a dick Gail."