Author's Note: Thank you for all the reviews! I love writing Sam and Andy and I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Andy groaned and covered her head with a pillow when her alarm went off the next morning. She and Sam had stayed up way too late the night before and the very few hours of sleep that she had gotten could hardly be considered "restful". She seriously considered hitting the snooze button and going back to sleep but somehow in her still-dreamy state she remembered that she set the alarm to allow for the most amount of sleep while still having time to shower and look presentable for work.

The incessant, annoying beeping just got louder and more frequent so Andy finally summoned the energy to reach over and turn it off. She groaned once more and then reluctantly climbed out of the warm bed, planning to head straight for the shower. However, as she was grabbing her towel she caught a whiff of freshly brewed coffee and decided that caffeine was exactly what she needed to start her morning.

Pulling a cozy robe around her body, Andy slowly descended the stairs to the main floor, somehow managing to not stumble down the steps. She entered the kitchen to find Sam standing there, barefoot and bare-chested, pouring coffee into two large mugs that sat on the counter. His hair was smushed to one side of his head and day old stubble sprinkled his jaw line.

Sam barely acknowledged her presence with grunt before shoving a full mug into her hands and walking past her, heading back to his room. "Good morning," she called after him, earning another unintelligible grunt. "Thank you!" Instead of a reply she heard his door slam shut and, despite her exhaustion, Andy couldn't help but laugh as she took a sip of the steaming coffee. If possible, Sam was even less of a talker and more of a grump in the morning than he was during the rest of the day. Since she knew his bad mood wasn't directed at her, she actually found it kind of adorable.

She took her coffee back upstairs to get ready for the day. After showering, pulling her hair up and throwing on some fresh clothes, Andy almost felt like a person again. She made sure her uniform was in her workbag and then headed downstairs with only a few minutes to spare before they needed to leave.

Andy was met with the same scene she had come upon earlier that morning- Sam standing at the kitchen counter pouring coffee. This time, however, he was clean-shaven and fully dressed. "Morning," he greeted, his voice still gruff. "You want some for the road?"

"Yeah, that'd be great," Andy replied. She rocked back and forth on her heels impatiently, waiting for him to finish up. "Your hair looks good," she said, pointing at his head and moving her finger up and down. "More even. Not quite so flat on the left side. It kind of swooshes up in the front nicely…"

Sam shot her a wary glance. "My hair swooshes?"

"Yeah," Andy said, making a swooshing motion with her hand in front of her face, "It kind of, you know… swooshes…"

"You done?" He asked, interrupting her awkward rambling.

"Yep," she answered quickly, clasping her hands in front of her.

"Here," Sam said, handing her a travel mug and moving towards the front door. "Let's go."

Andy followed him out to the truck and settled in for the ride to the station. After a brief argument about which radio station to listen to, they rode in a comfortable silence until Sam pulled into the parking lot.

"Oh crap," Andy mumbled under her breath.

Sam's eyes darted around the lot until they settled on the person he assumed was responsible for the outburst. "Let me guess, Luke?" He asked, watching as the blonde detective pulled his briefcase from the backseat of his car.

"Yeah," she slouched down in the seat, hoping to avoid being seen as they drove past him. She knew how it would look for her and Sam to be arriving to work together.

Sam parked the truck but left the engine running. "You don't want him to know you're staying with me?"

Even though he played it off well, Andy caught the trace amount of hurt that was laced in his words. As much as she did not look forward to dealing with Luke when he found out she was staying with Sam, she couldn't handle Sam thinking that she was ashamed or embarrassed about it. Not after all that he had done for her. "No, you know what?" she said, sitting back up in her seat and undoing her seatbelt, "Screw it. Who cares what Luke thinks?"

"It's okay Andy," Sam said, resting a hand on top of hers to stop her hasty exit from the truck. "I get it. Let's just wait for him to get inside."

"No," Andy said, pulling her hand out from under his. She opened her door and climbed out. "We aren't doing anything wrong," she told Sam once he had turned off the engine and joined her in front the truck.

"I know that and you know that," Sam said, walking briskly in the chilly morning air. "However, we don't have to flaunt it in front of your ex-fiancé."

"I'm not flaunting it," she argued, trying to convince herself as much as she was him, "I'm just not going to hide it."

"Your call McNally." Sam said with a shrug, ambivalent to her decision.

The two passed Luke, who had stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Andy getting out of Sam's truck. "Andy," he called after her, hurrying to catch up with the pair. "Andy, wait up."

Andy groaned inwardly but slowed her pace. She told Sam she would see him inside and then waited for Luke to reach her. "Luke," she greeted him civilly.

"You uh," he nodded towards Sam's retreating figure, "You get a ride with Swarek this morning?"

Andy's face scrunched together as she squinted into the bright morning sun to look up at him. "That's not really any of your concern, is it?" She asked, not unkindly.

Luke sighed, knowing he was in no position to argue with her. "You didn't return any of my phone calls last night."

"I know," she admitted. "I'm sorry. I just don't really have anything to say."

They had almost reached the entrance to the station, so Luke grabbed Andy's arm to keep her outside for another moment. "I just think that we need to talk at some point Andy."

"We have talked Luke," she said, gently pulling her arm away from him, "And I really don't have time for this right now. I have to get to work." With a sad smile, she turned away walked through the sally port into the station, leaving him alone on the sidewalk.

The women's locker room was mostly cleared out by the time she got there. She hurriedly changed into her uniform before heading to the parade room. Best was just about to start as she slide into the seat next to Traci, whispering a quiet, "Good morning."

Traci returned the greeting and then pointedly glanced by at Sam, who was sitting a couple of rows behind them with Oliver. "How was your night?" She asked discretely, leaning in close to Andy.

Andy shot her a confused look. "It was fine," she said, "Why?"

Traci shrugged, turning her attention back to Best. "No reason. Just wondering how it was with Sam."

"It was fine," Andy repeated, keeping her gaze forward.

"What'd you guys do?" Traci asked innocently. "Color-code his t-shirt collection?"

Andy snorted with laughter but tried to cover it up with a cough when Gail sent her a nasty look. "No," she said, recovering, "We ate ice cream and watched a movie."

"Oh," Traci raised an eyebrow. "That sounds very cozy."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You… Swarek… all alone, cuddled up on the couch together, watching a movie," she said, putting air quotes around the phrase "watching a movie." She looked at Andy knowingly. "I know how it is."

Best must have heard the two women talking because he sent a significant look their way. When he turned to write something on the white board Andy whispered, "It's not like that."

"Oh, I'm sure it's not," Traci agreed, a small smile on her lips.

Unbeknownst to Andy, Sam and Oliver were having a very similar conversation behind her.

"Was that McNally I saw getting out of your truck this morning?" Oliver asked when Sam sat down beside him.

"Yep," Sam said, not offering any more information. He concentrated his attention towards the front of the room, studiously ignoring the prying eyes of his friend.

Oliver knew what Sam was trying to do and he wasn't going to let him get away with it. "Did you pick her up at her dad's place?"

"Nope," Sam answered, clearly wanting Oliver to drop the topic.

"Nash's?" Oliver asked, undeterred.

"Nope."

Oliver tried a different tactic. "So you found her walking on the street and decided to give her a ride?"

Sam continued to avoid answering the real question he knew Oliver wanted to ask. "No."

"Let me guess," Oliver joked sarcastically, "She somehow teleported herself into the passenger seat of your truck. That's incredible."

Sam groaned and rolled his eyes, but turned to face his friend. "Andy's staying with me for a little while," he confessed.

Even though he had been suspecting that to be the case, Oliver dropped his jaw dramatically at the revelation. "She is?"

"Could you keep your voice down?" Sam grumbled, glancing at the officers surrounding them. He lowered his voice, "It's not exactly common knowledge."

"If you two keep showing up together it will be soon enough," Oliver informed him. "So is it like… official now?"

"Is what official?" Sam asked, purposefully acting naive.

Oliver gave Sam his best 'don't be stupid' look, one that he usually saved to use on the rookies. "You and McNally," he clarified, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"It's not like that," Sam told him, "She just needs a place to stay until her new apartment is ready."

"Oh," Oliver said, raising an eyebrow. "And you expect me to believe nothing's going on?"

"Nothing is going on," Sam bit out. "She's staying in the guest room." The door beside them swung open and Luke walked into the parade room. He leaned against the wall next to Sam and Oliver, crossing his arms in front of him. Sam shot a pointed look at Oliver, letting him know that the discussion was over.

Oliver just shook his head in disbelief and frustration. "You are absolutely…" he shook his head again before finishing, "Unbelievable."

Sam smirked at him but said nothing in response. Best wrapped up parade and dismissed them with his customary "Serve and Protect" slogan of the day.

"We are not done talking about this," Oliver all but hissed at him as they rose from their seats.

Sam just patted Oliver on his shoulder, "Whatever you say buddy," he said, moving around him to join Andy as she walked towards the door.

Andy felt a warm presence by her side and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it was Sam. She gave a silent prayer of thanks that she was paired with him for the day. Her head was already pounding from not getting enough sleep and the early morning conversations with Luke and Traci only added to the dull, persistent ache. "I'm going to need some more coffee to make it through this day," Andy admitted to Sam as they made their way through the station.

Sam, also not feeling well and fresh off his conversation with Oliver, responded, "I couldn't agree more, McNally. I could not agree more."