Chapter 3

Author's Note: Thanks to all the wonderful people who reviewed, made me a favorite and alerted. You are the best and please keep doing it because I love it. I have quickly pounded out another chapter on the keyboard between assignments and I hope you like it. I originally wrote chapter 3 as the end because I couldn't think of what to do to develop Sam and Andy's relationship, but I wanted to do something, then you guys predicted it and I knew I had to make this story better. I hope you like my twist and I promise Sam and Andy will have more romantic encounters. And as you know, Rookie blue is not mine, so let the chapter begin….

He lasted 2 months. Everyday had stretched by in a lonely state, with bambi brown eyes haunting his every moment. Finally to both his relief and dismay, he broke. Sam knew it was stupid to risk his cover, the op, his life for a girl he'd met once, but he just couldn't shake her ever present face in his mind. Thus he found himself as close as he could get to the academy without being seen.

Since Andy had come back to a cleaner house than she'd left it, she couldn't help but think JD was one of the good guys. In fact she couldn't help herself when it came to thinking about JD period. He handsome, obviously thoughtful and he has a great… there was her mind drifting again. Then there was the time she could have sworn she saw him near the academy. So not only was her mind on him, her delusions were too.

He couldn't do it. Watching her laughing and smiling with her friend. He couldn't do it. Couldn't stand the thought of her rejecting him when she was clearly not affected by his brief presence in her life. Couldn't drag her into the darkness that surrounded his world when her eyes were so bright and innocent.

Andy couldn't understand why a man she'd only met once had such an effect on her, but he did. Determined to figure it out, or get though it, just get some control over her mind in general; Andy decided to go back to the place she had first laid eyes on JD.

Sam decided to go back to the Half Moon, he'd been avoiding it incase Andy had showed up, but if he went and she wasn't there, maybe he'd get over her. If he showed up and she was there, well he wouldn't be complaining. Andy McNally was a sight for sore eyes after all.

Andy practically ran to the Half Moon after her day at the academy was over. She felt her heart sink as she glanced around and dimly lit room and saw no sign of JD or anyone that looked remotely like him. Some of the looks she was getting were making her feel uncomfortable, but something made Andy sit down, order a drink and wait.

That night, Sam slipped away from Anton Hill and his cronies, and then headed straight for the Half Moon. He didn't see her at first when he walked in the door, but within seconds he saw all the guys were looking at something and this piqued his interested slightly. Coolly he followed their gaze and sure enough, sitting there looking extremely uncomfortable was Bambi Andy. Wanting the other men to back off, Sam sauntered over and sat across from Andy. Giving his best dimpled grin, he said, "fancy seeing you here."

Andy's face lit up as JD sat across from her. She then returned his comment with a toss of her hair and a wink. Andy was pleased she'd found him again. But she was inside kin of nervous too. What if he wasn't interested and she looked like a fool for seeking him out? Or what if he wasn't the good guy he seemed to be? Then he gave her that dimpled smile and all her nerves seemed to just disappear.

Sam wasn't sure if he was more irritated or pleased that Andy had come back to the bar. On one hand he was worried about the potentially dangerous situation she could've gotten herself into if he hadn't come along. On the other hand he was relieved because maybe this meant he could finally stop thinking about her all the damn time.

They made small talk for a while, both trying to figure out how the other one felt. Andy was beginning to question why she had bothered hunting JD down. If he was feeling half of what she was feeling, they would have surely been half way back to her apartment by now. After all isn't sex all men think about? So mustering up all her courage and preparing herself for rejection, Andy asked "why didn't you call?"

Sam was preoccupied taking in the sight of Andy. The endless tanned legs those bambi eyes and that slightly worried lip. He of course had noticed her well defined butt and chest but most of all he just noticed those damn bambi eyes. Eyes so captivating and trusting that when Andy asked him why he hadn't called, he pretty much spat out the truth before he had time to think. "I can't risk being linked to the cops" he revealed before wishing he could eat the words right back up. He then watched helplessly as Andy stormed out of the bar, leaving a resonating emptiness inside him as the door echoed from the slam Andy had given it.

"I won't hold you up then." Andy snapped before storming out the door. But as she marched home, JD's words played over in her mind. Surely that should put her off him, only a bad guy wouldn't want any links to the cops theoretically. But he was still tormenting her thoughts. Then there was the question of how the heel he knew she was involved in the cop world. How the hell did he find that out? Angrily, Andy kicked a fence as she passed it. But that only made things worse by giving her injury to add to the insult. It wasn't even the rejection that had upset her. It was because he had discriminated against her because of her line of work. Only a bad person would do that she decided firmly.

Sam stared after her, half tempted to chase after her and half relieved that he had most likely put her off him. If she wanted nothing to do with him, it would limit the chances of him getting himself into trouble. It was safer for both of them if they had nothing to do with reach other while Sam was undercover. Unbelievable, he'd met her twice - if you counted the last 5 minutes as a meeting - and already he cared about her safety. Just part of serving and protecting Sam told himself firmly. But on the other hand, if she were here, maybe Sam could have scratched his itch and begun to focus on the job again. Though he knew deep down, the only cure was to forget she ever existed.