Thanks everyone who read and reviewed the last chapter! This chapter's mostly a filler (sorry) set the next day, the day of their trip. Also, for all those people who measure degrees in Fahrenheit, but since I'm in Canada, I measure in Celsius.

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

As usual, I slept through my alarm. As usual, I ran around my apartment cursing, as Sam will arrive in half an hour.

I practically inhale my breakfast as I search through my closet. I finally decide on a loose white top with frills and a blue tank top.

I I pack an overnight bag, 'cause you know... Anything could happen, right? Yeah right. Wishful thinking Andy. Sleeping with Sam on your first not- a-date.

I shake my head, "Like that's ever going to happen."

Just then, I hear the doorbell. "Coming!" I give myself a quick check in the mirror, and run to the front door.

I unlock the deadbolt and open the door. Seeing Sam on the other side instantly brings out my biggest smile. "Hey."

"Hey McNally, you ready?"

"Just gimme five minutes." I open the door fully and step back, letting Sam into the apartment. I walk toward to bathroom to put on some light makeup, calling over my shoulder, "Help yourself to the coffee."

While I add the finishing touches, I hear Sam moving around in the kitchen. I enter to find all of the cupboards open, with half of the contents strewn around the floor.

"Sam!" He turns around. "What are you doing?"

He smiles sheepishly, "I was looking for your travel mug."

I shake my head, smiling, "Check in the sink." I walk over and start to put away Tupperware that Sam put on the counter.

"I swear, I checked that like tree time-" Sam's eyes widen, as he sees my mug sitting there right in front of him. "Oh."

I smirk, "Yeah, you were saying?"

Sam mock glares at me, and using is T.O. voice, says, "Shut it, McNally."

"Okay, okay. Now help me clean up."

We spend the next five minutes tidying up. Finally ready, I grab my bag and we head out the door.

As I lock the front door, Sam reaches behind me and tugs at the shoulder strap on my bag, "What's this?"

I shrug, "Just in case we, you know. Get caught up in weather or something."

"Weather? McNally, it's July. Not to mention like 35 degrees out."

I cross my arms, "What if the car breaks down then?"

"I'm a city boy, McNally. I can fix your car cuffed and blindfolded." Sam smirks.

I roll my eyes, annoyed, "Okay fine, you win. Can we please go now?"

The drive is silent. Not one of the those uncomfortable ones, but a silence that reassures us that we're together. I could get used to this. Everything about this. Being with Sam is like a second nature to me now, it's so normal that I never want to let it go.

Sam's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, "McNally, I can practically hear the gears grinding in your head." Using his full T.O. Voice, he says, "As your former training officer, I order you to stop thinking and enjoy the drive."

I roll my eyes, and in a fake sincere voice reply,"But sir, my former training officer's said nothing interesting to distract me! How can I stop thinking when it's silent?"

"Well I don't know about you, but I'm not allergic to silence. Like I said before, I like to listen to my own private thoughts."

I interject, "But you also said that you like to listen to music. What was is? Free, The Who, classic rock, ya know."

Well it's definitely better than the stuff you listen to. Who was it? Adele? McNally, no offence but your taste of music isn't something to be proud of." Sam gives one of those lopsided grins, teasing but serious at the same time.

"Hey, Adele is awesome! She won six Grammys, ya know. I love all of her songs." I look over at him. "Come on, you've never heard her?"

Sam shakes his head, "Nope." He pops the p for effect.

I rummage around in my bag, "Ah, here it is!" I pop the cd from its case and insert it into the truck's cd player. "It should be number nine..." Piano streams out from the speakers. "This one's called 'One and Only.'"

I rest my head back and am calmed by the familiar notes. I watch Sam drive, taking in how the muscles flex while driving, how his jaw curves, settling on the profile of his face. I watch those dark, smouldering eyes, the strong nose and full lips. Those lips. I sigh.

That noise brings Sam's attention back to me, and I look away quickly, blushing. "What's wrong, McNally?"

I shake my head, "Nothing, nothing. I just love this song." I pop the cd back out and return it to its case. "It calms me down after a really bad day."

Sam shrugs, "It's okay." I when I look at him, he breaks down. "Okay, I was quite impressed."

I settle back into my seat, "Good." There's silence in the truck, until, "So where exactly are we going?"

"The waterfront."

I twist around in my seat, taking in the surroundings, "But we're on the highway."

Sam smiles, "That's right. This is a special waterfront." He winks, and I laugh and roll my eyes.

"You aren't going to tell me, are you?"

"Come on, McNally. What's the fun in that?"

I just shake my head and gaze out the window, where I can see the Hamilton Skyway Bridge in the distance. I open my mouth to ask Sam about it, but remember that he's not going to tell me anything.

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I know, Sam was outside of the passenger seat's door shaking my shoulder. "McNally, wake up. We're there."

I sit up, "Are we there?"

Sam smiles gently, "Yeah. You sure you're not too tired? You looked pretty peaceful there."

I blush, Sam was watching me sleep, "I'm fine. Just didn't get a lot of sleep last night." I pull down the sun visor and check my face in the mirror.

"McNally, you look fine. Besides, there's no one here."

I let Sam lead me out of the car. It's really windy; my hair's blowing everywhere. I follow Sam as he leads me past some buildings, onto a wooden dock. There's tons of boats, some huge motorboats, and others barely big enough to deserve the name.

Sam leads me over to a blue sailboat, "What are we doing?"

Sam climbs on and looks at me, "Going sailing, what's it look like McNally?"

Really bad, I know. Reviews are always welcome.

Thanks for your screen time,

-Emma