A/N: Ok guys and girls... I am posting a day early because so many of you asked nicely... and I am going our tomorrow so won't be able to post in my usual Friday night slot and didn't want to leave you all hanging on till Saturday... I know a lot of you won't like me for this but here it is...

"Dad?" Andy asked after sticking her head through the door to Tommy's room.

"Hi sweetie."

"You alright? You had me scared."

"Scared enough to scramble through a hedge backwards?"

Andy looked at Tommy, her expression confused.

"Your hair, it's a mess, and I feel like I got stabbed a fair few times."

"I was in bed when I got the call telling me you were awake. I came straight here."

"Of course you were. That's why you look like you haven't slept since graduation." Tommy said with a laugh that turned into a cough.

"I haven't slept."

"Are you going to tell Sam to come in and take a seat or are you going to leave him outside?"

"How did you know Sam's here?" Andy asked him, narrowing her eyes.

"I wasn't a homicide detective for nothing."

Andy grumbled under her breath and went to find Sam, returning a moment later with him.

"Tommy." Sam said nodding at him. "You look better than the last time I saw you."

Tommy wiped his hand over his mouth and looked pointedly at Sam. Andy however, interpreted the look as her dad needing a glass of water and poured him one, while Sam wiped the lip gloss off his mouth and avoided Tommy's gaze.

"Thank you sweetie. Will you do me something?"

"Anything Dad."

"Go home and sleep."

"No. I don't want to leave you."

"Andy, all I'm probably gonna do is sleep. Least you could do is go home and do the same."

"Dad..."

"Andy, go home. I don't think Sammy here will cope with another night in one of those crappy plastic chairs."

"She's not forcing me to stay."

"More importantly, how did you know Sam stayed with me at the hospital last night?"

"Sam, please take her home. Taze her if you have to."

"Alright! I'm going. It's nice to see you awake dad. I'm glad you're ok." Andy said, kissing his forehead and heading to the door.

"Night sweetie. Erm, Sam, a minute."

Sam looked at Andy and she rolled her eyes before waiting for him in the corridor.

"What's going on between you and my daughter?"

"Nothing, Sir."

"I'm not blind Sam, neither is anyone else you work with. And that shade really isn't your colour."

"There's nothing going on between us. Sweet dreams Tommy, and take care of yourself. I'll bring Andy back to see you tomorrow."

"I'm going to call my brother. There's no way in hell I am going out dressed like this." Anderson complained as he pulled a pair of white jeans up his legs.

"I'd call him then, because I don't know what you've done to piss of McSwarek, but it'll take a call from the top brass to get it sorted." Little warned him.

Anderson pulled out his phone out and pressed 3 on his speed dial.

"Hey Bro!"

"I'm in the middle of something, what do you want?"

"McNally volunteered me for my first undercover op."

"Go Bro."

"It's the annual john sting."

"Will you get to the point?"

"They're forcing me to participate. Please help me!" Anderson hissed as Sam entered the men's changing room.

"You guys have fifteen minutes." Sam announced before leaving again.

"I can't wait to see this." Sam said as he met Andy at his desk.

"This is going to be fun." Andy admitted.

She was looking forward to seeing Anderson parading around wearing certain items of clothing that would make him feel uncomfortable.

"You two are so lucky. I would kill to see Anderson get knocked down a peg or two." Traci said, handing a bag of popcorn to Andy.

"What are you two doing to my little brother?" Dale Anderson asked, entering the station.

Andy put her hand on Sam's arm.

"Your little brother is a pain in my ass, thinks he knows everything and nearly got me killed."

"So you guys put him on the john sting? Have you actually told him that's he's playing the part of a gay prostitute?"

Sam and Andy looked at each other.

"I'll take that as a no then."

"Are you going to pull the jankers on this?" Andy asked, giving Dale raised eyebrow.

"He figured out you're a legacy yet"

"Nope."

"Hand me the popcorn."

Dale sat on the opposite side of Andy as Sam and helped himself to popcorn.

Anderson walked into the bull pen wearing an outfit similar to what Diaz had worn during his sting.

The entire office wolf whistled at him, including Andy, Sam and Dale, the latter taking a photo with his cell phone.

"Mom and dad are going to love this."

"I bet they'd love it more if I had my way and he was wearing a dress."

"I thought you'd come to get me out of this?" Anderson pouted, stamping his foot on the ground.

"Well from what I've heard there are a couple of lessons that you need to learn and besides, you aren't my type."

"What does that mean?"Anderson asked, eyes flashing between Andy and Dale.

"Tips go into the beer fund" Sam told him, getting up and walking past him into the briefing room with Andy following, snickering.

Sam and Andy sat in the squad car watching as Anderson struggled to strut his stuff in the park, at the spot that male prostitutes frequented.

"I see you baby, shakin' that ass." Andy giggled down the radio, earning a glare off Anderson, before continuing "I. Like. Big. Butts and I cannot lie."

Sam didn't even so much as smile.

"What's wrong?" She asked him, slightly concerned Sam wasn't even smiling at her humour.

"Nothing."

"And if I bring out my lie detector test?" Andy asked, wiggling both of her eyebrows at him.

"It's just the other night. I think we should talk about it."

"Sam, I..."

"It keeps happening Andy and I think we need to talk about that."

"I don't want to talk Sam. I'm done with the talking thing. We never seem to get anywhere."

Sam was stood watching Andy from the doorway as she talked to Tracy. He had to admit that she looked good, or maybe it was the fact that she refused to talk to him about that night. The rest of that evening shift had been spent in uncomfortable silence, only speaking to each other when it was work related.

He watched as a guy, about 6 foot tall with sandy blonde hair and an impeccable suit creep up behind Andy and jab his fingers into her sides making her jump a mile. He could hear the scream and see her mouth uttering various profanities as she wiped the coffee off her vest.

Suddenly Andy's hand stopped wiping mid-wipe and she looked up into the man's face before breaking into a smile and flinging her arms around him and receiving a kiss to the cheek.

"Can I replace your coffee?" he asked her.

"Sure."

Sam's heart sank through the floor as Andy lead the mystery man through the door and he was suddenly glad he was riding with Little, not Andy.