A/N: Happy Black Friday! :) I can't believe I got this written up so quickly, but I've been excited to write this chapter for a while now. I'm just happy it turned out so well. Let me know what you think of it!

Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.

Chapter 10: The Reunion

Andy paid the driver and scrambled out of the cab as quickly as she could. The sun was shining low in the sky still, and she scoured the parking lot for Sam's truck. Her heart dropped a little when she realized it wasn't here.

She'd opted to take a cab and not wait on Traci for a ride for this reason—she wanted to be there, waiting for him, when he got there. She hadn't realized how much she had secretly hoped that he would be there, waiting for her. Still, she was nearly an hour early. Sam was always on time, but he was rarely this early.

With a sigh, she hiked her bag higher up on her shoulder and made her way to the women's locker room. They had their meeting with Best at eight o'clock, but, until then, she could get changed into her uniform and wait for Sam by her desk. He had to walk through the bullpen on his way to the men's locker room, anyway.

Sam locked his front door and pulled it shut behind him, breathing in the crisp morning air. It was nearly 7:30, and his first day back. He'd been fully prepared to leave at 6:00—he was fairly sure he hadn't slept all night—but he figured he would just look like an idiot if he showed up nearly two hours early for his first shift back. So he had forced himself to slow down, make some coffee and some peanut butter toast, and he'd even rewatched a few of the Hawaii Five-0 episodes. Somehow, it made him feel closer to Andy.

He glanced up at the sidewalk in front of him as he shuffled down his front steps. In that familiar pink and purple chalk, he read the words

Baby,

I get to see you today! I can't wait!

Love,

Andy xoxoxo

His heart lurched in his chest, and he sprinted the rest of the way to his waiting truck. What if she was already at the station, waiting for him?

Andy glanced at the clock on the wall again and heaved another monumental sigh. She'd already downed a cup of coffee and one of the donuts someone had brought in for the division for the morning, and it was past 7:45. She'd hoped she could have a little bit of time with Sam before their meeting with Best, but as the minutes ticked by, she was less and less sure that there was any chance of that happening.

Oliver sauntered past her desk and smirked. "Waiting for somebody, McNally?" he teased.

She shot him a death glare. "Leave me alone."

"Whoa, whoa, I was just being friendly! Relax, McNally. Relax! I'm sure Sam is on his way. He's never been late to parade—or anything, really—since I met him seven years ago."

Andy rolled her eyes. She didn't really want to talk to anyone right now, even if it was Oliver. She just wanted Sam to be here.

Oliver squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. "He'll be here, Andy."

As he passed in front of her to go get some coffee, Andy saw the door swing open and Sam wandered inside, his eyes scouring the room for her. Her heart leapt in her throat, and she shot out of her chair, crying, "Sam!"

His eyes found hers immediately, and he managed to drop his bag and take a few steps toward her a moment before she jumped into his arms. He lifted her off the ground easily, spinning her around as he breathed in the smell of her perfume and shampoo. He groaned. How he'd missed that smell.

He'd missed everything about Andy—her smile, the way she fit in his arms, how she clung to him with all that was in her, the silkiness of her rich, dark hair, the way she said his name, all fortitude and joy, her laughter—and he couldn't believe that after all this time apart, she was finally in his arms and this crazy, lonely, emotional month hadn't all been a dream.

He slowly lowered her to the ground and cupped her face with his hands. His face was only inches from hers, and his eyes roamed every inch of her face. She was here, really here, and she was so beautiful. "Andy…"

Tears were shining in her eyes, and he tenderly brushed them away. "Andy, I missed you so much."

He closed the remaining distance between them, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss as his hands tangled in her hair. Before he could pull away, she returned the kiss, wrapping her hands around his neck, pulling him back down to her. He deepened the kiss automatically, pulling her flush against him, and only pulled away when the room erupted with wolf whistles, shouts of approval, and raucous applause.

Andy blushed furiously, and he tucked her in his arms, shielding her from the smirks of the other officers in the room, as he guided her from the bullpen and into a quiet hallway. He pulled them to a stop and reached up, cupping her face with his hand again. "Andy…" he whispered, his voice trailing off as he just took in the beauty of her sweet face. "Hi."

She grinned up at him and pressed a gentler kiss to his lips. "Hi."

He caressed her cheek for a moment before letting his hand drop to her shoulder and then ghost down her arm gently, before he took her hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to kiss it softly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes roving her from head to foot. He blushed a little and glanced up at her sheepishly. "After all this time apart, I don't know what to say…"

She grinned sweetly up at him, and said, "Well, I do."

"What?" he asked. She was acting a little too sweet, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was coming next.

Still grinning at him sweetly, she reached back and socked him in the arm. She grinned up at him smugly as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Sam grabbed his arm and yelled, "Oww! What was that for?"

"For torturing me all month with all those dumb videos and presents and everything. Did you want me to never be a cop again?"

He burst out laughing. He knew he probably shouldn't have, but Andy was so adorable when she got mad, and this was no exception. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight until she stopped fighting and clung to him for dear life. He pressed tender kisses to the top of her head, soothing her gently. "Baby, I missed you, too. Like crazy. More than you'll ever know."

Andy breathed in the smell of his cologne, lingering on his shirt, and she buried her face deeper in the crook between his neck and shoulder. "I missed you."

"I know." He stroked her soft hair, pulling it back out of her face.

"I was so lonely without you."

"I know." He pushed her far enough away so he could look into her eyes, and he cupped her cheek with his hand.

"I don't ever want to be without you again."

"I know," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"I hate suspensions."

"I know." He kissed her left cheek.

"All I wanted to do was spend one night with you."

"I know." He kissed her right cheek.

"Just to be with you, to hear your voice, to feel your arms around me, to hear one or your lame jokes. Anything."

His heart broke at her admission. "I know." He pressed a gentle kiss to her nose.

"And then you opened the door that Sunday and I thought if he ever was going to break the rules, why couldn't it be now? But you just kept grinning smugly at me…"

Tears pooled in her eyes, and her beautiful face crumpled in front of him. Sam quickly wiped her tears away, but they were immediately replaced with fresh tears, and even more than before. He closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a frantic, desperate kiss. He needed her to know that no matter what she had felt in the last month, he had been feeling it, too—the loneliness, the frustration, the worry, the love.

She kissed him back frantically, hooking her arm around his neck and allowing him access to her mouth with a soft moan.

When he couldn't breathe, he pulled away, stroking her cheek and studying her. "I love you."

Tears pooled in her eyes. Hearing those words for the very first time, from him, took her breath away. She loved that he was so willing to share them with her. "I love you, too."

"You take my breath away," he whispered, caressing her cheeks gently and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

She grinned up at him, loving watching his chest still heave up and down as he tried to catch his breath. "Good."

"Good?" he asked, exasperated. She was so infuriatingly adorable sometimes.

She grinned up at him, even cheekier this time. "Yeah, good. What kind of guy would you be if I couldn't take your breath away?"

He chuckled softly at her reasoning as he stared into her eyes, loving that she was so happy right now. He sobered up quietly as he caressed her cheek. He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. "I'm sorry I made you wait 28 days for this."

She reached up, cupping his face with her hands, before pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'm sorry I made you wait two years for this."

His heart lurched in his throat, and joy filled every inch of him. The long, lonely, heartbreaking, terrible wait was over. Andy was his, really his. "I love you."

The words just kept tumbling out. He couldn't help it. After having to wait for two years, he just couldn't stop himself. He loved her, wholly, completely, and he didn't have to try and hide it anymore.

He didn't think he could ever hide it again, not after this month, even if he had tried.

She pressed another kiss to his lips.

"Say it again."

"What, I love you?" he teased, and he watched with pride as she glowed at the question. Pulling her back into his arms, he growled out, "Baby, I love you," and captured her lips in another searing kiss.

A/N: Happy? :) People have been asking for a big, explosive reunion, and here it is! I'm so happy with the result, and I hope that you are, too! I think there will be two more chapters after this. Maybe just one. I haven't quite decided yet. :)

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