A/N: Helloooo again! Part dos. :) I'm starting to get very excited about this story! I hope you are, too!

Disclaimer: I don't own RookieBlue.

Chapter 1: Day 8

Andy stood up from her perch on the couch near the front door and glanced out the window impatiently. She was going to strangle Sam. Really, she was.

Check your front porch tomorrow morning…

Well, she was checking. And she didn't see a thing. It was already 10:21, and before that dumb, perfect video, she'd actually had plans for today.

She smiled when she thought of that video. Trace had texted her from the Penny last night. It was just a URL for a YouTUBE video and a password. It sounded so unlike Traci that she'd texted her back, asking her how zonked she really was.

But then the curiosity had gotten the best of her, and she typed the URL into her browser. A message popped up, requiring a password, and she typed in the one Traci had sent her. A second later, the video had loaded.

A second later, Sam's face appeared on the screen. She was so surprised that she jumped back in her chair. Then he grinned that forced, goofy grin of his, and he drawled out, "Hey, McNally…"

And she cried. Like, bawled like a baby. Okay, maybe not that bad, but still. Who cries like that on the sight of her boyfriend?

Apparently, she missed him a whole lot more than she thought she did. She watched, mesmerized, as Sam told her about his day, and that one time in the park that she barely even remembered. She couldn't believe that that one hour had meant so much to him.

She'd played that video over and over for a whole hour. Maybe even two. She'd lost track of the time. She wasn't even sure she slept at all last night. And here she was, waiting for this gift from Sam, and it was already 10:32.

It wasn't cool to play with her emotions like this.

She sighed and contemplated going back to her room to finish wrapping the presents she'd picked up yesterday for Leo's seventh birthday party this afternoon, but she quickly rejected the idea. She didn't want to miss Sam's surprise. She relaxed back into the couch, shaking her foot against the carpet nervously. The movement shook the whole couch, but she didn't really care.

A second later¸ the doorbell rang, and she sprang out of the couch and ran to the door. She pulled it open breathlessly and plastered on a polite smile.

It was a delivery man. And he had the most beautiful bouquet of lilies she had ever seen. How had he known those were her favorites? They were even the softest of whites, with that blushed pink in the center.

Okay, so Sam was a million times more than perfect. She pushed the screen door open to accept the flowers from him. "Thanks," she said softly, closing the door behind her. She lifted the lilies to her nose and breathed them in, grinning softly to herself.

She ambled toward the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in, but she stopped short when she felt a card attached to the flowers. Andy ripped the card from the plastic and quickly tore open the envelope. Thinking of you and wishing you were here.

It would be just like Sam to pick out a card with such a generic message. But when she opened it, she blinked back her tears. Both panels were filled with that reckless, elegant, masculine scrawl she would recognize anywhere.

Hey, babe,

Traci told me that lilies were your favorites. I hope these are okay.

So what did you think of the video? Pretty awesome, huh? I knew I'd find a way around Best's rule. Okay, so maybe this isn't normal, but I figure it's about as normal as we're going to get for the next month.

So, what have you been up to, babe? This silence is killing me. I actually miss your constant chatter. Yeah, yeah, I know, you probably never thought you'd hear me say that in a million years… you better not rub it in the second I see you.

I've been trying to figure out how to explain my plan to you… I guess I didn't really explain it at all in the video. I just… all I know is that I miss you like crazy, and I wish I could be spending this whole month with you, instead of Judge Judy. (Don't tell me you're not watching her, too.) But there's no way I'm going to do anything that will get you kicked off of the force. Andy, I know how much you love this job, and I just couldn't do that to you.

I thought—I don't know—that maybe we could just work around it. Like this, now. Not every day, and not in the same way, but just be looking for those little messages from me. They could come at anytime. I don't know what they'll be yet. Hopefully that way, this suspension won't be the death of me. Or you. Or us, you know. :)

I miss you like crazy. (I didn't tell you that yet, did I? *wink*) Just warning you—you'll probably think I'm a broken record by the time our suspensions are over. I miss everything about you, but the worst part is, they pulled us away from each other before we even got a chance to be together. You know, I knew, that day you arrested me, two years ago… even back then, I knew I was going to fall in love with you. You found Luke, and some days I didn't think that there ever could be an us. But then—you and your crazy hope found me at the Alpine Inn. I was so scared for you, babe, so close to Brennan. And yet, I didn't know how I could be so lucky—you are the only one I've hoped for and dreamed of in the past two years, and there you were, risking everything for a chance with me. Being able to love you gives me such hope, baby. I can't wait to see you.

Love,

Sam

Andy dropped the card onto the counter and groaned, falling back against the countertop behind her. Why was he doing this to her? She'd had a hard enough time getting through the past week without him taunting her. What was wrong with him?

Yep. She was going to kill him.

A/N: Okay, so not the most romantic, happy, gushy place to end it. But there will be more (hopefully) soon! I finally know exactly where I want to take this, so hopefully that'll make it easier to write. :)

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