A/N: Hey, I'm back! I meant to have this up a while ago, but my laptop broke. This story's definitely a different style from what I've written before, so bear with me please.

As always, I don't own Rookie Blue or its characters.

One and Only

You've been on my mind,

I grow fonder ev'ry day.

Lose myself in time

Just thinking of your face.

Once again, I lay in bed. Overthinking, as Sam calls it.

If asked later, I wouldn't be able to recall specific thoughts. Images and words flash past my eyes. They slow down, stopping on the face of a man. Sam.

I sigh. Sam. My partner, friend, fellow officer. Every time I think of him, my face gets flushed. Nobody knows what his touch, however small it may be, does to me.

But we're not together. I broke up with Luke two months ago, and Sam still hasn't made a move. Sure, he's giving me time to get over Luke, but I was already over him when I left him. Like I told him, time and space are two things that don't work for me.

Still, I wait. My mother, when she was around, told me to never make the first move, which I guess didn't work with Luke. Now that my head's clear, I can safely say that letting him buy me that first drink on Fite Night was one of the worst decisions of my life.

Suddenly, I come a a realization. That I love Sam. That I always have.

I know that I should have been surprised, but I wasn't it was like it was natural for me to love him. Like it was there all along, which is probably - who am I kidding – obviously true. Like the blackout, I came to him, not Luke, even though Luke was my boyfriend. Like the whole Bibby escapade, I went to Sam for help.

The list goes on. I decide to screw my plans – they never work anyway – and just follow my heart for once. I start to think of what I should do, not a plan, but a course of action.

With these thoughts occupying my head, I fall asleep.

God only knows

Why it's taken me so long

To let my doubts go,

You're the only one that I want.

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I don't know why I'm scared,

I've been here before.

Ev'ry feeling, every word,

I've imagined it all.

I walk through the station, looking for Sam. For the past week, we've been placed on opposite shifts, so I've barely been able to see him. I know he's not gone yet, so I walk towards to men's locker room. As I get closer, I start to feel nervous. Why? I ask myself. But of course, no answer.

As I am right in front of the door, Oliver comes out, changed into civies, presumably going to the Penny for a drink, then home to Zoe.

"McNally." He stops and sets his bag down.

"Hey Oliver. Sam still in there?" I ask, even though I know that he is.

"Yep. Just got out of the shower." My breath hitches while I try to fight off the picture that flashes in my mind.

I glare at Oliver, who is smirking at my change in breathing. "Thanks." I brush past Oliver, who grabs my arm, stopping me.

"Andy, ummm..." I raise my eyebrow expectantly. "Sam, he's ready. He just doesn't know if you are." With that, Oliver releases my arm and walks away, out of the station. I turn around smiling, and head into the locker room.

As Oliver mentioned, Sam did just get out of the shower, except what he 'forgot' to mention was the state of his undress. The minute I stepped into the room, Sam rounded the corner of the wall that separates the showers from the rest of the room. I stopped, frozen in place by the sight of Sam in just a towel and his shirtless glory.

'Uhhh..." Sam smirked at my stunned expression. "What's up?"

"Creative McNally." Sam turned around and started to open his locker.

I knew I had to act now, before I lose my nerve, but my voice was gone. I just stood there, my mouth gaping open like an idiot.

Sam, as always, knew that I was overthinking, "I'm going to Sarah's tomorrow, but if you want, I'll postpone my trip a few hours if you want to go somewhere."

I finally get my voice back, "Thanks, that would be great." I tear my eyes away from Sam's body and sit down on the bench.

A comfortable silence fills the room. Then Sam speaks, "So, where do ya wanna go?"

I shrug, "I dunno. Wherever you want. I don't care, I just need to get away from it all for a while."

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Sam puts on this maroon shirt, which really accents his pecs. "Okay, I'll choose, I guess."

I open my mouth to thank him, but then my eyes drift to the clock situated above the lockers. "Oh crap!" By the clock's timing, I only have five minutes to get dressed for parade. "I gotta go! See ya tomorrow!"

The door the the locker room is almost closed when I hear, "I'll pick you up at 10 tomorrow morning! Don't forget!"

"Okay!" I toss over my shoulder. I barrel into the women's room, almost knocking over Noelle, who is just coming out. "Sorry!"

Noelle just smiles. She, like everyone else, knows of my perpetual lateness. "Hurry up McNally!"

Traci's still in the locker room, no doubt waiting for me, "Hey! Come one, hurry up!" She practically rips my shirt off while I struggle with the button my pants.

"Sorry! I was just talking with Sam."

Traci doesn't stop, "Of course. What now? Arguing over who's driving?"

I whip my head up and glare at Traci, "No! We're past that stage."

I pull my vest on, sagging slightly because of the added weight. "So what stage are you at now? Arguing over which side of the bed you get?"

I sense Traci's mocking tone, but I still answer seriously, "It's not like that! We're just friends, that's it!"

Traci moves back a step, her hands on her hips, "So your 'just friend' postpones his drive to St. Catharine's to go out for a trip to 'get away from it all.'" She makes the air quotes with her fingers.

I freeze, "How, how'd you hear that?"

Traci smirks, "A little bird whispered in my ear." I use my 'not amused' face. "Okay, maybe I was possibly listening in on your locker room conversation." Traci has the grace to look a little ashamed.

"You what?" I'm fuming now.

"Andy, calm down."

I'm practically yelling now. "How am I supposed to calm down when my best friend is eavesdropping on a private conversation?"

Traci raises her hands up in surrender, "Okay, I'm sorry."

My shoulders slump, my anger quickly dissipating. "Yeah, it's okay..."

Traci moves and sits on the bench. "So, you and Swarek, huh? When's he picking you up?"

"10 in the morning." I stop, "If you were listening, wouldn't you have heard that?"

"I left right after the 'getting away from it all' part. Unlike you, I get here early so I don't miss parade." Traci looks at her watch," Which starts in one minute."

I look frantically at my watch, "Crap! Come on!"

Traci and I run through the station at full sprint, and manage to get to parade right as Frank is entering.

"Nash, McNally, so glad you two could join us." The room fills with laughter.

My cheeks burn, "Sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

"Good. Now, assignments, Nash and Epstein, Shaw and Williams, Diaz on desk and McNally and Peck. Serve, protect and watch your partner's back."

I groan inwardly, Gail is definitely not my top choice for a partner. Of course, Sam is, duh.

Gail walks up to me, "I'm grabbing a coffee, meet you in five."

I roll my eyes, "Kay."

I head off toward the squad car, hoping tomorrow comes quickly.

As always, reviews would be much appreciated.

Thanks for your screen time,

-Emma