I had a bit of trouble writing this chapter – not sure why – so I apologize if it's not as exciting as previous chapters. This chapter takes place during episode 2x06. Reviews make my day, so please let me know what you think. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

Chapter 6

Sam knew it was going to be a tough day when Jerry approached him and Traci – his partner for the day – about missing informant Marco Forlan. They had a day to find the guy before he was supposed to testify at a major gang trial and just as they were about to go search for him, Jerry got bad news.

"Great, just great," he said, reading a text. "We found him…dead. Three gunshot wounds to the head."

Sam cursed under his breath. "We're thinking the Jameson's got to him?"

"Sounds right. Ollie and McNally are on scene. I'll tell them to call you with anything they find. I want you to track down any leads they get," Jerry replied.

It wasn't long before Andy was calling Sam with information about a guy seen fleeing the scene. Sam and Traci headed to the apartment of two girls – Deena and Kylie - whose rent was paid by Darrell Jameson, pimp, gun runner and family enforcer for the Jameson gang. After finding what Sam figured was the gun that killed Marco, he called Oliver and Andy so they could take the girls to the station while he checked with a source who might give them a lead into where they might find Darrell.

After putting Deena and Kylie into holding cells, Oliver stood with Andy, Jerry and Jo in booking. "We'll hold the girls for 24 hours. Gun's at ballistics," Oliver said.

"Is there a warrant I'm not aware of?" Jerry asked suspiciously, not wanting a case to get thrown out of court for some logistical error.

Andy felt the need to stand up for Sam, even if they hadn't been partnered that day. "Well, Sam said the gun was in plain view."

"Plain view plain view or plain view for Sam?" Jerry asked, which caused a small chuckle to escape Oliver's mouth and Andy to fight back a smile.

"Yes," Oliver said.

Jerry looked between the two officers and knew they'd back Sam up, even if the girls tried to say otherwise. "Okay, get them in separate interrogation rooms. I'll see if I can get Kylie to talk. Jo, take Deena, but let McNally have a crack at her first. My gut tells me the girl might find it easier to open up to her," he said.

Andy couldn't help but notice the irritation on Jo's face and let her lead the way to get Deena.

She'd only been sitting with Deena for five minutes when Jo came bursting into the room. She hadn't made any progress yet, but the detective hadn't even given her a chance.

"Why don't you check with ballistics, McNally, see if they have any news for us," she said, with a pointed look telling her to leave the room.

Sam had returned to the station after talking to Darrell's cousin and stood in the observation room as Jo barged into the interview. He could see the anger radiating off of Andy as she swung the observation room door open. "She knows Jerry's handling that," she said, crossing her arms in a defensive stance.

"Don't worry about it. She's a bitch," Sam said, putting an arm around her waist and pulling her toward him. "She's just jealous of you," he whispered in her ear.

Andy quirked her eyebrows, giving Sam a questioning look.

"She sees the looks Callaghan still gives you. She hates you cause he's still infatuated over you," he said.

"Whatever. She has no right to throw me out of my own interrogation," Andy huffed.

"Technically, she does since she's –" Sam stopped speaking when he saw Andy glaring at him. He held his hands up in surrender and kissed her cheek.

"C'mon, let's grab a coffee and you can help me finish the paperwork for these girls," Sam said, turning her towards the door.

"Isn't Traci your partner today? Push your paperwork off on her," Andy deadpanned as they walked out of the room.

As she sat on the edge of Sam's desk sipping her coffee, he stared up at her with a look of disbelief on his face. "You're really going to just sit there and watch me work?"

"Yup," she said, popping the 'P' for affect.

"And there's nothing I can do to convince you to do it for me?" he asked, sliding a hand up her thigh.

She swatted his hand away and smiled. "I hate paperwork as much as you do, so no."

"See, I thought you loved paperwork. I seem to recall you doing most of mine when I was your TO," he replied, smirking.

Andy blushed. What was it Dov had called her? Sam's hot secretary with a gun. Yeah, well, maybe it was because she always had a thing for him, so offering to do his paperwork was the adult version of doing your high school crush's homework. But now that he was hers, well, he could do his own paperwork. Except he was giving her the look that made her melt. Andy smiled at Sam, and rolling her eyes gave in to the smoldering eyes staring back at her. "Fine. Give me Deena's info and I'll input it into the system."

She was taking a seat across from Sam and his self-satisfied smile when Jerry walked over. Behind him, she saw Jo and Deena heading into the detectives' office. "We need you two now. Deena's made a deal," he said, and nodded his head toward the office. When Sam and Andy walked in, Frank, Jo and Deena were already mid-conversation.

"We need to put Deena in protective custody tonight, but we'll fly her out to her mother tomorrow," Jo said.

"My sister," Deena corrected.

Ignoring her, Jo continued. "I can handle this, but we'll need a second person. I can ask Luke to join me."

"It's probably best for it to be two women guarding her," Frank interjected.

"Can she come?" Deena asked, pointing at Andy.

"Is that what you want?" Frank asked. When Deena nodded, he looked toward Andy. "You okay with that?"

"Sure, yeah. It'll be a girl's night," she said, trying to force a smile. As the details of the night were discussed, Sam knew Andy was far from okay with being stuck with Jo.

Andy was in the locker room changing into her civilian clothes when Sam walked in and straddled the bench next to her locker. "You okay with this?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course. It's my job, protect the innocent," she said, hooking her gun to her jeans.

"Not what I meant," he replied, giving her a pointed look.

Andy rolled her eyes. "I'm fine Sam. I have nothing against Jo. If she has an issue with me, that's her problem and she'll have to get over it." She sat down next to Sam and slid her shoes on. He rubbed his hand up and down her back.

"Just be careful okay. This Darrell is dangerous and Deena might try to contact him even though we've made this deal with her," Sam warned.

Andy turned her face and leaned into Sam to place a quick kiss on his lips. "I'll be fine. Don't worry so much," she said.

It was Sam's turn to roll his eyes. "Oh, because you stay away from danger so well," he teased.

When they got to the motel, Andy thought it was a nice, although simple, room with two beds and a couch, but Deena apparently had more expensive tastes. She couldn't complain enough about the room, the bed, being trapped there. Jo wasn't helping the situation, telling Deena everything she couldn't do while they were stuck there and ignoring Andy as much as she could.

Andy sat down on the bed, not knowing what to do to make Deena more comfortable about being in protective custody. She pulled out her phone and texted Sam. Help! Jo's being a bitch and Deena won't stop pacing.

A minute later her phone beeped with his response. Calm her down. TV? Magazines? His first reply was quickly followed with a second. And don't kill Jo :)

Andy rolled her eyes before replying. HaHa. Deena doesn't want movie or mags.

She snorted after reading Sam's response. You don't listen to me, why listen to her. xoxo

Mr Funny man tonight. Wish you were here. xoxo Andy put her phone away, deciding she had to do something to ease the tension in the room. She finally convinced Deena to take a bubble bath, while she ran out to pick up some magazines and movies to keep them occupied.

Up until now Jo had said nearly nothing directly to Andy, but she stopped her before she could leave. "Hang on, the department will pay for that stuff," she said, digging through her purse.

"You know, this doesn't have to be painful," Andy said, sick of Jo's attitude. "We can try and make this fun for Deena, so she doesn't feel like she's in a prison."

Jo tossed some cash on the coffee table. "This isn't a party McNally. Our job isn't to entertain her. It's to keep her safe until we get her on a plane to her mother."

"Her sister. You mean her sister, because she doesn't want to see her mother," Andy replied.

"We couldn't reach the sister and we need to get her out of town," Jo said. "Look, just get your magazines and movies, and when you get back we'll order pizza."

Andy didn't want to lie to Deena and hated how Jo was treating her, but the detective was her superior, so there wasn't much she could do at this point. As she walked out of the motel room, she didn't realize Deena had heard the entire conversation through the thin bathroom door.

Andy had only been gone about half an hour, but that had been plenty of time for Deena to knock Jo out with a towel bar and escape custody. They drove around the city trying to find Deena with no luck. That is until Traci had a great idea about where Deena could be meeting up with Darrell.

By the time they had Deena and Darrell in interrogation rooms back the station Andy was exhausted. She was also frustrated she couldn't convince Deena not to take the fall for her boyfriend. Everyone knew she was lying about killing the informant, but with her confession they had no choice but to charge her with murder instead of Darrell. Andy kept fighting to convince Deena to give up her boyfriend, only stopping when the girl eventually asked for a lawyer.

After leaving the station late that night, Sam and Andy picked up Chinese for a late dinner and headed to his apartment. When he saw her staring intently into the take-out container, he decided she was either thoroughly absorbed in the ingredients or over thinking something. His bet was on the latter.

"What's on your mind?" he asked, tapping her leg after a moment when she didn't respond.

"Hmmm? Um, today," she said, putting a forkful of food in her mouth.

"Could you be a little less specific?" he teased.

Andy looked at him with mild amusement in her eyes. "I get it on some level. Deena lying to protect her boyfriend." When Sam looked at her with raised eyebrows, she knew she had to explain. "Not her specific situation, but I understand wanting to lie to save or protect the person you love."

"So, if I killed someone, you'd lie to the police, to our friends?" Sam asked.

She thought about it as she took another bite of food, wondering if she sounded crazy talking like this. "Yes," she stated.

"Really?"

"Without a doubt. I wouldn't take credit for it like Deena did, and I know I'm like the worst liar in the world, but I'd give you an alibi or something. Does that make me a bad person?"

"No," Sam replied, his lips curving into a smile. "I'd do the same for you."

Andy grinned and leaned over to place a sloppy kiss on his lips. "We're a perfect pair then," she said.

Andy woke up the next morning to the phone ringing, followed quickly by Sam's voice grumbling "Hello."

"Sarah?" Sam ran a hand over his face, hoping it would wake him up. Andy rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. It was their day off and she decided it was way too early to be waking up, especially when she wasn't at Traci's and didn't have Leo jumping on her bed at dawn. She tuned out most of Sam's conversation with his sister and fell back to sleep.

Sam hung up and sighed, knowing his sister was always an early riser and never hesitated to call first thing in the morning. After being nagged that he hadn't been to visit his sister in weeks and promising to visit soon, Sam was wide awake. He looked over at Andy and knew she wouldn't be up for a while, so he threw on sweatpants and a t-shirt, and decided to go for a run. He scribbled out a note, dropping it on his pillow before placing a light kiss on Andy's temple.

When Andy finally woke up she slid her hand over the part of the bed where Sam should be, opening her eyes when her hand could only find a cold sheet. She remembered him talking to Sarah and quickly wondered if everything was okay before she saw the note lying on his pillow. Didn't want to wake you. Went for a run. Be back soon. Love you. Andy smiled and rolled onto her back, hugging the comforter around her.

She stared up at the ceiling and figured Sam would be back soon. She thought about how she didn't often get a chance to cook for him and that breakfast was the best of her cooking abilities. With that thought on her mind, she got out of bed and made her way to the kitchen. Sam made coffee before leaving for his run, so she poured herself a cup and smiled as the hot liquid slid down her throat. She searched through his cabinets and refrigerator until she found what she needed, and got to work. She put bacon on the stove first and then started on pancakes. In between checking on the pancakes and bacon, she set the table and poured two glasses of orange juice. She was just piling the pancakes on a dish and taking the bacon off the stove when Andy heard the front door open.

"Something smells delicious," Sam said, walking into the kitchen. He had run hard, enjoying the fresh air and exercise, so sweat glistened on his skin and his black shirt stuck to him. Andy turned around and wanted to forget about the breakfast she just cooked.

"You look delicious," she said, putting the plates on the table and walking over to him. She put her palms on his chest and leaned up to kiss him. "You're sexy when you're sweaty."

Sam circled an arm around her waist pulling her close while his fingers played in her hair. "You're sexy with bed head," he said smiling. "You cooked?"

"It's just breakfast. I thought you'd be hungry," she said sheepishly.

"I'm starved. Thank you," he said, kissing her lips hard before she broke away and they sat down at the table.