Just typed this up last night, hope you like it! I revised the last bit, and I'm sure you'll like this ending much better ;)
Andy made the most of her last shift.
She and Sam were only allowed to drive around patrolling the streets for about the first half of their shift. Later, they were stuck in a room 'doing paper work' but they were really cramming in as much about the case as possible.
"You okay?" Sam asked, without looking up from his files. She was being unusually quiet all day, and he knew something was up.
Andy's eyebrows furrowed. Was she really that transparent? Then again, Sam somehow managed to know her better than herself on some occasions.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," she finally answered, but she wasn't even convincing herself.
"Alright," Sam said, dropping the file and leaning back in his chair, looking at her.
She squirmed around under his gaze. "Well, I may have accidentally told Luke that I was going undercover with you," she said, ashamed to meet his gaze. She braced herself for the freak out that would surely follow.
"Not a good idea," Sam replied calmly. "But I'm guessing you already knew that." He leaned forward, the chair snapping back to all fours. "How'd he react?"
Andy was surprised that Sam didn't yell. Maybe she was just so used to Luke being angry at the smallest things. "How do you think, Sam? I'm going undercover for who knows how long with you pretending to be my boyfriend."
"It went that well, huh?"
"I haven't seen him since," she sighed, swiveling around in her seat, staring out the glass windows of the office.
She was unaware that Sam was looking at her, remembering her lips so close to his mouth.
He shook his head, gathering up all the stray papers and shoving them into a file. "You want me to drive you home?" he asked.
"No, I don't want to go back…" In case I don't want to leave, she finished silently.
"Well, we can get some dinner and then check out our new shithole- I mean home," Sam said, flashing a dimpled grin in her direction.
She laughed and he was happy he could make her do so.
"Sure, there's just one thing I have to do first," Andy said and without waiting for Sam, she walked out of the room.
She made it to Luke's office, but he didn't look like he was there.
It wasn't like she expected him to be, and maybe it was for the best, but she had really wanted to see Luke before she left.
The door was partly open and she nudged it open all the way.
She pushed her way in and her mouth dropped open.
There was Luke. But he wasn't alone. He was locking lips with Jo!
Andy was too speechless to say anything, but she let a strangled noise escape her lips.
Jo flung around, but Luke met her eyes calmly, not even bothering to protest. He didn't even look like he felt bad.
Andy stripped the ring off her finger and flung it down on the desk where is spun until it finally fell flat.
She stuck her chin out, gave a curt nod, and walked out.
Sam was waiting outside the office, and if he knew anything that had just happened, he didn't say anything, just led her outside.
They approached an old looking car, already in their grungy street clothes, already equipped with everything they would need to start off as addicts and dealers.
Andy waited until she was in the car to burst into silent tears, hugging her knees to her chest and resting her left cheek on them, her back heaving.
She heard Sam enter the car. "Andy, Andy what's wrong?" he asked, alarm in his voice.
She took it he had no clue what happened, and she didn't fill like filling him in and seeing the smug look on his face.
"Nothing, just…tired," she said, not looking up.
"Alright, well I'm thinking takeout burgers, if that's okay," Sam said, starting the car, and trying to change the subject, sensing she wasn't ready to talk about it.
"I'm not hungry," she sniffled.
"Well, you're eating, so you want fries with that?"
"Hey, Andy."
Andy opened her puffy, red rimmed eyes to find the passenger door open and Sam crouched down, gently shaking her awake.
"Did I fall asleep?" she asked, her voice still thick with sleep and tears. She ran a hand across her mouth, checking for drool.
"Yeah, only for a little bit," he said, which was the truth. The rest of the time she was crying her eyes out, and it was eating away at his heart because he didn't know what he could do to help unless she told him what happened.
It obviously was something with Luke and Sam would kill that SOB if he hurt Andy.
"Help me unload everything?" he asked her, knowing that giving her something to do would distract her for a little while.
And she did, lugging all their stuff up two flights of stairs into an apartment the size of a matchbox.
"Well this is…ah, nice," Andy said, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the small and dirty apartment they would be sharing.
Sam took in her face and shut the door behind them. Andy immediately felt trapped.
"Get used to it, babe. You're an addict now; you're not supposed to care."
"Right," Andy said, tucking her hands in the pockets of her jeans. Her left hand felt surprisingly light and empty without the ring there.
More tears threatened to fall, and she sat down on the edge of the tiny queen bed. "I don't know if I can do this," Andy said quietly.
Sam turned from where he was shoving clothes haphazardly in drawers.
He went to her side and knelt down in front of her, using his index finger to turn her face towards his.
"You can do this, Andy. I have complete faith in you. And I'm here for you. You can always talk to me. I want you to know that. We're in this together right? I've got your back, and you've got mine."
He always knew to say the exact thing she needed to hear. "Of course, thanks Sam," she said, grabbing and squeezing one of his hands. She snapped out of her pity party. "You want some help?" she asked, pointing to the clothes.
So, the rest of the night was making their apartment look and feel like an addicts home, just in case anyone came by, which was not part of the plan, but sometimes you had to disregard the rules so you didn't get killed.
"I think we did a good job," Andy said, surveying their mess with hands on her hips.
"Yeah, if you mean trash heap," Sam chuckled. "Look, it's late, so I'm going to bed."
"Yeah, me too," she said with a yawn. "Crap," she said, realizing something. "There's only one bed." And no couch, she added to herself.
"Wow, you should be a cop, you're so observant," Sam said, as sardonic as ever.
He kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt and climbed into the bed. "Right side's yours," he said, a challenge behind the words.
Andy hesitated, but the image of Luke and Jo in his office flashed before her eyes and she stripped down to a tank top and shorts because it was awfully stuffy in the apartment and there was no AC.
She carefully got onto the bed, laying down, her back towards Sam.
"Uh, Andy, the lights?"
"Seriously?" she snapped, rolling over to face him.
He was lying on his back, hands behind his head, smiling. He nodded.
"Oh, fine," she grumbled and got up to flick off the lights. "Happy?"
"Mmm," Sam replied.
It was then that she realized that in this neighborhood, street lights were sparse as were windows in the apartment. Meaning, minimal light.
Andy reached out blindly, trying to find her way back to bed.
But, of course, clumsy as she was, she got her foot caught on God knows what and it sent her careening right into Sam's lap with a yelp.
Frustrated, she started crying, though it had nothing to do with her stubbed toe. Then she felt ashamed for crying for the second time today.
"Are you okay?" he asked. "What happened?" when he realized she was crying. He knew that she knew that he meant what happened with Luke.
"He…and Jo…" was all she managed to get out, she was crying so hard.
That guy is a complete idiot, Sam thought to himself. But he knew this wasn't what Andy needed to hear right now, so he lay her down on the side of him.
He cradled her to his bare chest, letting her cry it out. He took turns stroking her hair or rubbing reassuring circles on her back.
She eventually stopped, her breathing evening out.
"Get it out now," Sam suggested. "You have to hide this all tomorrow."
"No, I'm good," she said, closing her eyes with her head still on Sam's chest. She felt so secure, like nothing could hurt her and she didn't want to move.
"You sure you're comfortable like this?" Sam asked. "I can always take the floor," he said, although the prospect of sleeping on the hard ground was not appealing.
Andy thought it was sweet that he offered to do that, but she needed him, right here. "No, I'm fine. I'm just adjusting. This whole thing is new. A new adventure," she said, smiling. She liked the sound of that.
Sam seemed to accept that, and nodded off to sleep.
Her head rose and fell on his chest with his even breathing, and when he breathed out, she could feel it on the top of her head.
Andy couldn't fall asleep, but she stayed wrapped in Sam's arms, feeling anchored as she listened to him sleeping.
Rookie Blue is on tomorrow! Sorry, just had to say it :)