A/N: Seems we have couple of different opinions out there regarding how Andy shot Sam down...fun times ahead!

~BTW...I have no idea how police radar guns work, but I imagine its something like this... also, when I was living in Canada Tim Horton's (or Timbos as we called it) was a staple in our cuisine...man I miss it!

Sam was glad to be starting his rotation back at 15 on a Sunday. Sundays were filled with traffic violations as people came back into the city but hardly any of the messy drunks or parties that would plague the rest of the weekend. He changed in the locker room, came out through the bull pen and walked into the parade room with a flourish. The rest of the cops who were already there waiting for the parade to start clapped and sheered him on.

"Finally, someone to get coffees!" Oliver called out. "I'll have a chi latte!"

"Skimmed milk I assume?"

"Trying to say something Swarek?" Oliver stood an ran his hand down the front of his vest where he was obviously holding everything in.

"You mum said she had to let your pants out again. Better keep an eye on that!"

The room was laughing and alive with chatter when Andy and Traci arrived. She came through the door and all but bumped into Sam. He stepped aside with a wave of his arm and let her pass. They both walked by and took seats at the front of the room.

"What was all that about?" Traci asked.

"I dunno, Sam being Sam I guess."

"What are you not telling me McNally?"

"Nothing!" She said but Traci who had known Andy from the first day at the academy knew better than to believe her.

"Liar, liar, pants on fire." Traci said and she nudged her friend with an elbow but before Andy could protest further Best walked in and took the podium.

"Okay people. Sunday commute will be in full swing all day so we're setting up some traffic spots around the city. Last weekend we recorded 63 RTA's within in the city limits, which included 7 fatalities." Best let that statistic settle into the room. "That's 7 people who didn't get to go home to their families." He walked to the side of the room where there was a district map pinned to the wall. "These three spots have been identified as major black spots so we're going to focus on them. Eglington just off the Freeway that's for you Peckstien…"

Andy watched where he pointed on the map and her heart sank when he didn't call her name.

"Black Creek Dr and Lawrence Ave. Shaw and…" Andy stared at Best, willing him to pair her with Oliver. "Shaw and Diaz. Then finally Gardiner Expressway and Lake shore Dr. Andy, if you wouldn't mind reintroducing Sam to the joys of traffic monitoring."

"Yes sir."

"Nash, you have front desk. The rest of you are on regular patrol. Okay, let's get out there. Be seen, save lives, and come home safe."

The room emptied pretty quickly, except for Andy and Traci.

"Did something happen between you and Swarek?"

"No!" Andy protested and she stood up to slip her note book into her pocket. "Well not really."

"Oh my god! Tell me!"

"He kissed me is all. Just a kiss."

"What? When?"

"Friday. When I got home, he was waiting there for me."

"And he just planted one on you?"

"He was talking about that day, that day on the roof." They started to walk out of the parade room and through the bullpen, towards the front desk where Nash was stationed for the day. "He was saying that he was scared…"

"I bet. I would have been terrified."

"No, well yeah, scared of that, but scared that he had missed opportunities… or something. I can't remember how he put it, but then next thing I know…he kissed me."

"What did you do?"

"I did nothing for a minute! I just froze! But then I pushed him away."

"What?!" Traci spun round and spoke louder than she meant to, garnering the attention of some of the cops nearby. Sam an Oliver were standing at the coffee station and heard her exclamation.

"What's goin on over there?" Oliver asked as they watched Traci grab Andy and pull her around the corner towards the front desk.

"No idea." Sam turned back to his coffee and stirred in some sugar.

"You okay, brother?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"About Friday…"

"Forget it. You were right. I just needed to get back into uniform, just a few looks from the badge bunnies and I'm golden." Sam smiled at his friend and tried to reassure him. "Seriously though…I'm good. Glad to be back."

"Good to hear it." Shaw turned to see Diaz approaching. "Why is it that my rookie is always right on time, while yours is never anywhere to be seen?"

"Why is it that I always end up with more collars than you?"

"Oh was that a challenge?"

"Legit speeders and reckless drivers?"

"You are on."

"Loser pays 5 dollars for every collar the winner gets."

"It is on. Diaz, let's get going!" Sam watched them leave then checked his pockets for the car keys before he followed them.

"So you pushed him away…go on!" Traci said, urging Andy to continue.

"I just told him that I didn't want him coming to my door looking for a quick lay."

"Yeah right!" Traci said laughing.

"No Trace!" Andy slapped her friend. "Not like that. There is something wrong with him, I mean what happened that day...that's gonna stay with you. I'm worried about him." Her words sobered Traci and she tilted her head. She put a hand over Andy's and squeezed it.

"Andy he went through a lot. He won't just bounce back from that and be just the way he used to be… it will take some time."

"That's what I mean! That's what I said to him." Andy covered her face with her hands. "I mean...you know I want him to knock on my door, hell I don't know how I've stayed away from his this long, but not like this. Not because he is freaking out! I tried to explain it to him last night."

"Well, looks like the powers that be are giving you a chance to elaborate. Aren't you on patrol with him today?"

"Oh crap! I gotta go!" She raced to the locker room and grabbed her bag, then hurried out to the car lot where Sam was sitting in the driver's seat waiting for her. "Sorry!" she said as she dumped her bag into the boot.

"So nice of you to join McNally."

"Sorry." He waited for her to get in and buckle up an showed her a dazzling smile as she did. "What?"

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then, as long as you are ready, let's go!"

They drove to their spot in silence. Sam parked the car so they would have a good pull out angle if they needed to chase, but also so they were highly visible, which would result in slower traffic as a whole. He went to the trunk, grabbed the radar gun then climbed back into the car and passed it to Andy.

"You've used one of these before right?" he asked.

"Yeah, anyways, I thought I was reintroducing you!" she said and tried to smile but he just looked at her until her smile faded and she looked away. "Yeah, yeah I've used this before." She took the gun and turned it over looking for the on switch.

"You need to attach the pack," he said and he handed it to her as well.

"I know." She slid the pack into place, having to turn it over twice before it fit in. Sam watched her and she felt his eyes burning. It made her nervous and her fingers became fidgety. "So eh should I use it here, out the window, or do I need the tripod?"

"Your ball game."

Andy got out of the car and went to the trunk. She took out the tripod and set it up at the back of the car. She set up the radar gun and turned it on. Then she sat back into the car and accessed it with the car computer.

"Okay, I set it up. I'll eh, I'll just be out here… monitoring it."

"Go for it."

Sam pulled a pair of shades out of his pocket and slipped them on, then tilted his head back and settled into his seat.

"Sam…we should talk."

"Do you need more instructions for the radar?" He looked at her over the rim of his shades.

"No, I mean we should talk, about what happened on Friday."

"Friday?"

"When you came to my place." He was being deliberately obtuse and it was driving her mad.

"Oh…really, that warrants a whole conversation, huh?"

"Sam, why are you being like this? It's not that I didn't want to kiss you," she began but he cut her off.

"So you did want to kiss me then? Funny, how that worked out."

"I tried to explain to you-"

"Forget it McNally. A kiss shouldn't need explaining." He put his shades back into place and settled back into his seat. "If it does, you are doing it wrong. Which it turns out we clearly were."

Andy looked at him for a minute then got out of the car. She closed the door behind her and stood at the back. The late summer heat was still quite high but anything was preferable than sitting in the car next to him.

Some shifts were longer than others, some just felt longer. Today was a regular 8 hour shift but Andy felt like she had been out for twice that. When they pulled up at the division she jumped out even before Sam had put the car into park. She snatched her bag and grabbed it over her shoulder then took the radar gun case and hefted that out of the boot, before she slammed the boot closed.

"Whoa! These beauties have to last us another couple of years, go easy." Andy shot him a glare and walked by, the radar case was heavy and cumbersome and it impeded her escape. Sam was walking behind her and tried to take the case. "I'll take it."

"I got it." She refused to let it go and instead struggled up the steps to the door but she didn't have her security swipe handy. She had to put the case down while she looked for it.

"Here, let me." He lifted the case and reached over her to swipe his own key over the lock. The door buzzed loudly and he pushed it open, not caring that she was in the way and he practically had to put his arms around her to do so.

As soon as it was open enough Andy bolted. She went straight to the sign out desk and finished her shift, then to the locker room to change.

Sam carried the case into the bullpen put it onto the floor nest to his desk. He took the gun out and hooked it up to the computer to download all the recordings they made. Behind him Oliver was sitting at his own desk doing the same.

"Get many?" Oliver asked.

"A few. You?"

"Couple."

"Ready?"

"Wait… Diaz, man printer 1, Epstien, take printer 2!" the two rookies hurried over to the printing station. "Printing in 3…2…1…go!"

They both hit the button to print at two different printers. A small crowd had gathered as they carried the sheets back. Noelle wheeled the white board over and split it into 2 columns.

"Okay guys…anything 5 miles over the limit counts, double points if its 10 miles over. Shaw how many between 5 and 10?"

"17!" Shaw said triumphantly.

"Swarek?"

"12."

Shaw let out a whoop of triumph and balled his fist into the air.

"Your move Shaw… drivers that were 10 miles per hour over the limit?"

"6."

"Double points makes 12, giving you a grand total of 29!" Noelle said then she turned to Sam. "And holding at 12 means you need a minimum of 9 drivers at double points to beat him… Sam, what's your number?"

Sam looked down at his sheet then slowly lifted his head. "8." He crumpled up his page an tossed at Oliver who hit is with his head like a soccer ball.

"Weh-heyyyy!" he roared out in triumph and proceeded to do a victory dance around Sam, who stood still and let him have his moment. "At 5 dollars a point and a grand total of 29 points, that means you owe me…one hundred and forty five big ones!"

Sam took out his wallet. He opened it and leafed through the notes. Oliver held his hand out, palm up and counted along out loud as Sam put notes into it.

"Fifty….one hundred…one twenty…one thirty…one forty…one forty five!"

Everyone applauded and Sam and Oliver shook hands.

"Now, you coming to the penny to help me spend this?" Oliver said as he wafted the bundle of notes in Sam's face.

"You know it." They walked towards the lockers rooms to change just as Andy was coming out of the ladies, already changed.

She was fixing her earphones in and walked right into the both of them.

"Still not watching where you are going McNally?" Sam said and he smiled at her. She glared up at him and tried to go by but he stepped aside to stay in her way as oliver continued into the locker room. "Rushing off?"

"Yeah." She tried to walk around him, but again he stepped into her way.

"Not coming to the penny to celebrate?"

"Celebrate what?" For a third time she tried to move around him but he persisted.

"We got a lot of collars today."

"Speeding tickets you mean?"

"It all counts. Not to mention the countless lives we saved by being out there, being visible."

"What did you swallow a phrase book?"

Sam smiled. He had his thumbs hooked into his belt, his elbow resting on his gun and she wasn't sure but she thought he was puffing but his chest.

"Just proud to be doing my part." He rocked back on his heels and broadened his smile.

"You seem to be back to your old self." She said and she untangled her earphones and slipped the left one in. "Good to have you back, sir." She emphasised the word "sir" then put in the other earphone and left.

Sam turned to watch her go, shook his head. She was incredible he thought, but he was pretty sure she had made it very clear she wasn't interested in what he was offering. He was trying to smooth things over, trying to treat her like he did before…before everything. Not just with her, but with everyone. Everyone just seemed to expect it. Nothing should change, he survived so he should just get on with it. So that's what he was trying to do.

Subconsciously Sam lifted his right sleeve and itched the scars that ran along his arm. He closed his eyes over and the silhouetted image of her leaning over him as he lay bleeding on the roof came flooding back. He gritted his teeth and tried to push it back, then followed Oliver into the locker room.