"So where do we go from here?" Andy asks softly. They haven't spoken any more of the…situation. Instead they did the typical morning after ritual. Breakfast. Andy made eggs while Sam made waffles. They moved together like water. It's as if they have been doing it for years and it was natural as could be.
Sam plated the simple Waffles and eggs and turned with two plates in hand and one half of a piece of toast in his mouth. He glanced at her and put the food down at the table near to her. He pulled the piece of toast out of his mouth and turned to her.
"Seems like we have some things we need to clear up. Figured we shouldn't do it over empty stomachs." Andy nodded and went to the fridge before pulling out the orange juice.
"Want any?" she asked without looking up. She heard his grunt of a yes and poured two glasses of the bright juice. She turned back to the table with the juices and sat across from him before digging into her food.
Several seconds later she looks up at him with a mouth full of the amazing food and saw his amused grin. "What?" she mumbled out.
"Nothing." He chuckled. "Just glad you like it. You know you should really swallow before you talk."
"I already got screwed by you. No need for me to have manners." She said after purposefully put another forkful in her mouth. This made him grin even wider.
"And if you want me to do it again you'll have to keep up those manners." He told her in a deep husky tone that struck Andy straight in her core. She immediately swallowed her food in shock. She slowly nodded and made an effort to sit up straighter. He chuckled lightly and turned his attention to his food.
Neither of them had 'work' in hours. They couldn't avoid it any longer.
"Why were you sent in? Does Boyd and Best think I've been compromised?"
"No! No no. Its not that." She switched from sitting on the bed to kneeling on it in front of Sam. "Its just another route they found. Prostitution and human trafficking. That's why I'm here. They figured it would be easier for a woman to take him from that angle."
"So they want more then the drug ring? They want another angle incase I fail." He drops his head in anger and frustration. He then perks up and looks her in the eye. "Your Tommy's daughter aren't you?"
Andy nodded her head slowly. She missed her dad terribly. She felt so bad for leaving for a mission like she did. "Yea. I am. Did you know him?"
"He trained me. He was the best UC operative and a great detective. I'm not surprised you followed his foot steps." He looked down and smiled thinking back on a memory. "You grew up. You were beautiful before but now….Tommy must be proud."
Andy blushed. She knew her dad always had a picture of her with him. He kept it on his desk at all times and even had one in his wallet. Tommy loved his daughter. She was the light in his life. But now she worried because she was the one to take care of him. She would have to ask one of the other rookies to check on him.
Sam nodded slowly and looked past Andy with a slight perplexed look on his face. "You don't normally wear those short tight dresses right? I mean they are hot but I'm not really into that." He said with a small smile.
Andy giggles softly and shook her head. "No I am more of a jeans and white t-shirt kind of girl. Guess that's what comes from being raised by my dad."
"What happened to your mom?"
"She couldn't handle being a cops wife." Andy told him bitterly remembering the day she left. Suddenly a thought comes to Andy's mind.
"How did you make me?" she asked softly. She didn't know if she wanted to know the answer. Was it something she did? She watched him as he reached over her and grabbed her phone. He then opened it and showed her the recent calls. Chris.
"He didn't." she said in disbelief. He then gave a brief nod.
"He called you Andy and mentioned Boyd. Luckily because I know Boyd I knew you were UC. Most others wont know who he is. But with a different name people are going to ask questions." She nodded cursing Chris for putting her in danger. She then saw all the text messages from Chris and Boyd as well as best. They were all worried when the phone call was abruptly ended.
"Let me see that." She yanked her phone back and called the first number she could to stop a squad form busting through her doors.
"Staff Sargent. Its McNally."
"McNally do you understand the worry you put us all through?"
"Yes sir. And I apologize. It was not me on the line when officer Diaz called."
"Well if it wasn't you who the hell was it? It wasn't Swarek was it? Boyd told me you had a date with him."
"….Yes sir. It was."
"Shit. Put him on the phone McNally. Now."
"Of course sir."
With that Andy pulled the phone away and handed it to Sam mouthing "best." To him. Hopefully he knows what he's in for. He takes the phone and walks to the other room with a "Hey frank!" as he moves rooms. And then he was to far for her to hear. She sat in the bed and huffed a little looking around. All their clothes were thrown everywhere. She was pretty sure that his boxers were on the ceiling fan. On her side tables lays his book that he was reading when she woke. It seems….normal. Sure she's use to having a man in the house. But luke never was this messy. Undressing for sex was like undressing after work for him. He would pick up and fold everything before getting into bed. He wasn't messy. Wasn't animalistic.
Slowly Andy felt the hatred and anger slip away. She wasn't made at Luke anymore. How could she be? Because of him she went on this mission and met Sam.
That's when Sam walked back in the room seeing her concerned face staring at the wall. He kept himself from inhaling sharply. She was beautiful. Her arms around her knees holding them against her chest. She covered most of her body but he knew from experience that it was a beautiful one. But the look on her face was very perplexing. What was going on in that complex head of hers? He slowly made his way to the other side of the bed and ran his fingers lightly over her arm. She jumped slightly and looked at him sheepishly.
"Sorry" She mumbled blushing a soft shade of….not quite pink. More of a salmon.
"Best wants us to work together now that we know about each other. I left out the part where we slept together, of course. But we have to make some changes to the mission okay?" Andy nodded softly releasing her legs and crossing them. She looked at him determined with her mental note pad ready.
"For one. Keep your gun in a place easier to reach then your jewelry box. Worse place to keep it. Not easily accessible. Instead tape it under your nightstand." She nodded taking note.
"And in the club tone it down." Her head snapped up at that. "We don't want to draw attention to you." Her frown deepened and she squinted his eyes at him.
"Attention is exactly what we want. I need to get into his prostitution ring. In order to do that I need to get Hills attention. You need to put the idea in his head that I need more money."
"No way. No. There is no way in hell I am convincing hill to make you his next Bitch."
"Sam. My part of this is the trafficking. I can't do that stuck in that club under the radar. You know that."
"Andy. It drives me fucking crazy seeing those men grab you and to see you giving them private dances. You have no idea how I feel when you take them to the private rooms." Her lips pursued together.
"I'm doing my job Sam. My JOB. This is exactly why Boyd wanted us to not know each other. We need to do this to take down Hill. You know it. I know it. It needs to be done." He stands and starts pacing back and forth pinching the bridge of his nose. Something she realized he often did when he was angry to keep from lashing out.
"Fine. You're right. But if there's a scum ball can you please just call me over so I can make him leave. I don't want you getting in trouble. Does Boyd have a plan for when Hills your pimp?" he asks as he sits back down. He doesn't even give her a chance to tell him she can handle herself in the club.
"Yea. I get a John I'll give a signal to Boyd. I get in the car get money upfront and then we get pulled over and 'arrested' only I will 'get out of it'." Andy told him air quotes and all. He smiles and grabs her hand before kissing her.
Now I have to ask. You aren't seeing anyone right now right? This will be very messy if you're dating anyone, especially from 15." He had to know. There's no telling whom she might be with. Hell she could be with Jerry, who has been talking about the rook he's been with. Even if not, if she's dating anyone he won't be able to continue this relationship any further. Cause he did want to have a full on relationship with her.
"Well…." Sam prepared for the inevitable. No way a girl like her was still single. "I was seeing someone. A detective, but things didn't work out."
"Didn't work out?"
"He cheated on me." She muttered playing with the little food left on her plate with her fork.
"Oh…. Who was he? Anyone I know?"
"Luke Callahan." The name struck a cord with Sam. Mr. perfect cheated on this amazing woman and left her hurt. He hurt her and that made same want to hurt him. But Callahan's loss is Sam's gain.
"I would think you'd be smarter then to be Callahan's rookie of the year." He said with a smirk, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Well I wasn't smart enough to not get in bed with you." She snapped back. Feisty. He liked her.
"McNally getting in bed with me was the smartest thing you ever did." He gave her a big dimpled grin that made Andy's knees weak. Luckily she wasn't standing.
"Well your cocky aren't you."
"With good reason to be." He said raising his eyebrow at her that made Andy turn completely red.
"Your cute you know?" the blush gracing her cheeks turns brighter.
"Thanks." She mumbles. He looks at her baffled.
"In the club you take compliments by the handful and when I try to do it you shy away. Why is that?"
"Yours is the only one that matters." She says quietly turning her head away her blush deepening. He grins and puts his hand under her chin and turns her toward him and kisses him deeply.
"You know we have sometime before either of us need to go in." She nods softly. "And we are all alone in here." She nods again as Sam's hand runs up her side over her breast, making sure to brush the sensitive bundle of nerves, and up to her face. "So much we can do."
"So much." She breathes out agreeing. He smiles as he knots his fingers in her hair and pulls her over him in bed and makes her kiss him deeply. This was a dangerous mission. So he was going to make every moment with her count and last.
Andy had to keep from moaning aloud at Sam's boldness. She knew what they were doing was completely wrong but it felt like it was meant to be. As corny as it is, it feels right. She wastes no time stripping him of his shirt and scraping her nails down his firm back. She never realized how muscular he was, well not until last night that is. Sam shivered under her long nails and gripped her harder as one of his hands traveled to her breast and began to grope and fondle it. Andy couldn't resist the moan escaping her lips. Stop! Her mind screamed at her. But her hands would not listen, nor would her core, which was heating up quickly and causing her to pant.
He pinned her to the wall and ground his apparent erection into her hips and gripped her harder trying to get as close as possible without removing their clothes. But soon he couldn't handle the friction anymore. He had to have her. There was no doubt about it. He craved her. Her soft skin that felt like butter on his own, her moist lips kissing their way over his skin. Her hair tickling his chest and stomach as it made its way down his body the night before. He craved it all. He wasted no time. He carried her to the nearest flat surface and made a quick job of her shirt and jeans before dropping his own pants.
With slightly less clothing between the two, Sam could now feel how equally aroused this beautiful woman in front of him was. Her moist and heated center damped their cover and ground himself into her. The feeling made him want to be even closer. But they had time for that. He didn't even try to unclasp the undeniable trap that was her bra but instead just pulled it straight over her head. His hand then found its way into her long brown hair and gripped it hard. She gasped at his tug and squirmed against him.
She didn't know what had come over her. Its as if he's an addiction, her heroin. Even when she had him she still wanted more. No matter what it was never enough, but it was a deadly addiction. An addiction that could cost her, her job. Or worse. Her life. But it didn't matter to her. She dug her nails into his back and pulled him closer to her flushing her bare chest against his as her other hand moved to his erection. She gripped it gently and prompted a groan from the back of his throat. She smirked against his lips. She had him where she wanted him.
Sam hated this. They had just made it to the club and Sam knew that men would be all over her in their minds and try to undress her in reality as well. He had the DJ tell him whenever there was another guy trying to get with her. The numbers were in the 10s and 20s a day. He didn't know how he'd take it now that he finally acted on his lust and attraction. She was his in his mind. Now he gets to see all these other men trying to be with her. Touching her and grabbing her. He shakes in anger just thinking about it.
"I'll see you on the floor." Andy says before making her way through the back door into the dressing room. Sam blatantly watches her walk to the door watching the way her hips swayed from side to side with the help of the skyrocketing heels she wore. Before he could follow her he took off toward the front of the club.
Once Andy was in the changing room she leaned against the wall having finally a moment that she could relax without Sam there. The day ran through her mind, their very short conversation to having once again sex. Mind blowing, earth shaking, and magical sex. Her heart sped as she thought of him. Not just sex with him but him in general. The way he looked at her, the way that he protects her, the way he always gives off an authority but also a kindness and caring persona.
"Someone got lucky!" Andy jumped and turned to see Stacy, one of the other dancers, standing with Star. They were grinning and giggling at Andy suggestively.
"What?" Andy spurted out.
"You got lucky! We can tell by the glow you have and that grin. That and you look very tired as well." Star continued. So Andy did what she's trained to do. Fake it till you make it right?
She puts on her candy smirk and sits down at one of the makeup stations. "Well you know. Had a craving. So I had to satisfy it." She told them in a slightly huskier tone as she applied her eyeliner.
"Well spill! Who is he? A client? Someone we know?"
"Maaaaybeeee." Andy said completely drawn out as she gets up to find her costume. She tracks it down and sees that it's pretty simple. A leather corset top with red detailing and a blazing red fluffed out skirt. Along with it was a pair of fire truck red spanks. She wasn't wearing the skirt for long tonight.
"No way! Who!?" Star jumped over to her sitting next to Andy and Stacy followed suit. Andy looked at the both of them sitting by her looking very eager.
"We're not gonna have a grease summer love moments are we?" Andy asked putting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrow.
"Just tell us!" the two blondes shouted.
"Okay okay. You guys do know him. And in fact everyone's tried to get with him." Both of the girls' jaws dropped and eyes widened. Andy smirked and began taking off her clothes to change into her costume.
"Wait!" a new figure came into the room. "You slept with JD?" Andy turned and saw LaLa, a cute little red head that started right before Andy. Andy smiled and nodded. "That asshole! He just told me he was coming to my place tonight." Andy's smile slide off her face. But she quickly recovered on the outside, while inside she was screaming and crying.
"Well it was just a one time drunken thing. Wasn't even that good. I'm going to go get a drink." She quickly put on her robe and went out to the bar where John, one of the bartenders was cleaning the bar top.
"Hey Candy! Can I get you anything? A shot? A Cosmo? A date?" He said with a wink. He has been trying to get her to go out with him since she started but so has a lot of guys, like Sam.
"Just a beer J." She mutters as she sits on one of the stools.
"Hey are you okay? I'm sorry I said that. You can kick my ass later if you'd like." He said honestly as he puts the beer in front of her.
"No its not you. Lets just say I'm tired of people using me. Especially for sex."
"I'm sorry. But I have the cure you need." He said with a small smile before turning around. He turned back to her with something in his hands. He looks from side to side seeing no one. He puts a small bag of a white powder in front of her. Andy slips her hand in her pocket and quickly switches on her mini recorder.
"John is that what I think it is?"
"Depends on what you think it is." Andy eyes him cautiously.
"Where'd you get it?"
"What does it matter?"
"If I'm going to do coke it needs to be clean cut. I need to know who the provider is so I know if its clean or not."
"Trust me its clean. Got it from my uncle, your boss man."
"Anton? You got this from Anton hill?" This is a huge break in this case.
"Yea. He got a whole supply of it for his special girls to give their pets." He said in a low voice.
"Special girls?"
"Yea they get a higher pay, more benefits, and dancing is pretty much for fun for them."
"How would one become one of these special girls Johnny?" Andy asked flirting with him a little. She fluttered her eyes slightly and leaned closer being sure to pull her robe apart a little at the top to show the top of her breast.
"Uh well…. um…. th-they have to be recommended." He stuttered out paying complete attention to her breast. She leans even closer getting really close to his face.
"Would you be able to recommend me Johnny? I really need help in the money area of life. I have mouths to feed." She mutters softly before puffing out her deeply red bottom lip into a pout. Speechless Johns jaw drops and he nods slowly. Andy smiles brightly and kisses his cheek before getting up taking the bag with her. "Thanks john you're the greatest!"
She puts the bag in her pocket and turns off the recorder. As she rounds the corner she sees Sam standing their teeth clenched and grinding, hands tightening into fists and releasing. But at the moment she saw him her eyes water. No he can't see her like this. It was just one night. She pulls both the money and the recorder out of her pocket and hand it to him.
"I'm in. Won't need your help after all. Now I have to get ready." She says bitterly as she walks away from him. "Have fun with LaLa." She says over her shoulder in a voice deep with anger and bitterness. But she's hurting so much she doesn't even turn to see his face, which was slightly confused.
What does LaLa have to do with this? Sam is thoroughly confused at the comment she yelled at him. But he forgets about it as he looks at his hands. His confusion grows. What does she mean she's in? Then he listened to the tape. She might have just gotten into a way to break both their cases. Damn she's good.
Next thing Sam knows the club was opening and he had to go make sure the girls weren't harassed. But he knew they could take care of themselves, the only one he was worried about was his Andy. His Andy? Where did that come from?