Andy giggled as she dug the keys to her front door. She had enjoyed an amazing dinner with Sam and now she could feel his hands on her hips and his breath on the back of her neck.
"Did I tell you you smell good?" Sam asked her in a whisper, his breath tickling the top of her ear, making Andy fumble with the key and press her head back into his shoulder groaning.
"If you don't stop that we won't make it inside." She warned him, her voice low and husky.
"I don't mind."
"I think the neighbours will." Andy told him, her voice returning to its normal pitch.
She stepped forward, reluctantly breaking bodily contact with Sam, selected the right key and tried to put it in the lock. Andy jiggled the key up and down a little to get it to turn, while Sam laughed behind her.
"Got the right key there McNally?"
"Do you want to come in or not?"
The key finally turned releasing the lock and allowing the door to swing forward. Andy turned to face Sam who had stepped closer to her again.
She ran her hands up his chest and gripped the front of his jacket, pulling his lips down to meet hers.
Sam deepened this kiss, parting her lips with his tongue and stepped forwards, guiding Andy backwards into the apartment, while she slid her hands underneath the front of his jacket and slipping it down and off his shoulders, dropping it just inside the door. Once he was clear of the door, he caught the edge with his foot and closed it behind him, before pressing her to the wall and attacking her neck with his mouth. He reached for the hem on Andy's sweater and slid his hands deftly underneath it. He fanned his palms out on her stomach before he gently began to roll it up.
He stopped when he heard a cough from the sofa and groaned.
"I swung by to see if you fancied dinner, but it looks like you've gone straight for dessert."
"Hi Dad!" Andy stammered, her face turning beet red.
Sam let go of Andy and headed for the door.
"It's ok Sam, I know I've interrupted. I'll go."
"I wasn't planning on leaving." Sam said as he bent down to pick his jacket off the floor and hung it up on the rack behind the door.
"What are you doing here Dad?" Andy asked.
"I told you. I came to see if you wanted Dinner. You know, to say thank you for taking care of me and what not."
Tommy got up from the sofa and walked towards Andy, embracing her with a hug.
"We'll go some other time, and I'll call first next time. Now you kids have fun, and use protection!"
"DAD!" Andy cried, while Sam rubbed his forehead in embarrassment.
"What? I don't want any Grandkids, not yet anyway."
Andy stood horrified as Tommy left her apartment, nodding at Sam on his way out.
"Well that was a mood killer." Sam said with a laugh. Andy simply stood still, still too horrified to move.
Sam went to the kitchen and found a bottle of wine opened in the fridge. He pulled two glasses out of the cupboard and poured one and handed it to Andy before pouring himself one.
"That was a train wreck. I hadn't told my dad that we'd, well, you know!" Andy said, drinking the glass of wine in one.
"He knew Andy."
"What did you do? Ask his permission?"
"No. He told me some truths I needed to hear."
"And?"
"Oh, you know, the usual fatherly advice to the man in his daughters life."
"Hurt me and get hurt yourself?"
"Something like that."
"Now that the mood is killed, do you want to stay or are you wanting to go home."
"What do you think?"
"Well you did already hang your jacket up." Andy smiled, setting her empty glass on the counter, taking Sam's hand and leading him to the bedroom.
"So come on McNally, what did you find out about 15 last night?" Witcham asked Andy as they were waiting for parade to start.
"Nothing I plan on telling you."
"Come on McNally, do you want us to lose for the sixth year in a row?"
"What I want to know is why Swarek picked you up last night."
"I went out for drinks with 15. He drew the short straw in coming to get me. That's all."
"But why did you go out for drinks with 15?"
"Alright! Quieten down!"
"And where did you go last night?" Oliver asked Sam quietly while they waited for Frank.
"Nowhere."
"Bull. You didn't come home last night."
"I crashed at a friends."
"McNally?"
"Why would you even go there?"
"I just thought, now that she's elsewhere, that you two would, you know."
"You thought wrong."
"Right you bunch of Clowns. Quieten down. I want to talk about this retrain." Frank called over the crowd of babbling officers.
"I know it's not until next week, but I want you to work with the partners you will be retraining with until then to get a feel for each other."
There was a twitter of laughter around the room.
"That was get a feel for each other not feel each other up. I want to make this a record six years. Partners are as follows: Shaw and Epstein, Williams and Diaz, Peck and Nash and Sam, I believe you have special instructions?"
"I do indeed." Sam confirmed, his smile so wide it was ear to ear, popping his dimples further than they had been popped before.
"Well, in that case, take Anderson up to Little Creek to collect an inmate."
"Damn you Frank!" Sam exclaimed, remembering the last time he had collected a prisoner with a rookie.
"Rookies, you will find your assignments on the board. Your TO's will be on hand should you need your hands holding. Get out of here and Serve, Protect and let's make 27 Division cry!"
"So McNally, next week for Re Train you will be there with the other rookies, but you will be sat on the sidelines watching with them, learning from us as we kick 15s asses. So come on. It's just you and me now. How do you know Swarek?"
Andy rolled her eyes. It was the tenth time he had asked and she decided to have a little fun.
"Well, my place got burgled a couple of years back and Sam was the responding officer. It turns out some of the, erm, more personal items that I thought was stolen had simply blown off the line into a bush. When he found out I'd got through the academy we went for a couple of drinks to catch up and for him to rip the piss out of me for not being very observant."
"Really? What sort of personal items?"
"The sort you're never, ever going to see."
"You say that now, but just wait."
"You do realise I am actually seeing someone?"
"So?"
"You're a pig."
"Oh my God! I get to spend the entire day with Swarek! Is he as good a teacher as they claim?" Anderson exclaimed, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Better." Little told him, the jealousy clear in his voice.
"What do you guys talk about when you're in the car?"
"The job mainly. He's been kind of quiet the last couple of days, but he does like silence. Don't ask him to drive. The answer will be no."
Sam stuck his head in the locker room.
"Ready to go in five minutes Anderson." He grunted before heading for the car.