I am absolutely overwhelmed by your responses. I thought for sure this story was going to be dead in the water with the departure from the Sam/Andy story line. You have been absolutely amazing in your kindness and willingness to ride this out with me through the twists and turns I'm sure won't make you happy all of the time!

Thank you!

Nikka

I own nothing. Sadly. And the inspiration is from the Keith Urban song, You look good in my shirt.

"Andy, c'mon get up."

She heard the voice clearly, despite being wrapped up in the comforter determined to block out all sunlight and morning chill. After the the second time he called her, Andy the bed dip as he crawled onto the bed and knew that he was leaning over the top of her. Almost as soon as Andy realized that, the recognition that she was about to be shaken awaken made her cringe and burrow further into the blankets determined to hold them in case her assailant decided to get cute and tug her blanket cocoon away.

"Andy, we're gonna be late." She smirked at the sound of Chris's voice, he was particularly whiny. "C'mon Andy." Right on cue, the blankets were tugged in attempt to expose her to the harsh elements of the morning.

On cue Andy rolled in an attempt to keep the blankets snugly around her as Chris grabbed a handful and flung himself back in an attempt to extricate her from his bedding. She mumbled something incoherent and she knew that Chris was struggling not to laugh at her.

"C'mon Andy," Chris pleaded with her. "We can't be late. Best will stick on desk or worse make us do more of the D's paperwork."

After a few more attempts at prodding her to get up, Chris grinned in victory as he not only the edge of the blanket making an appearance, but also that Andy had unconsciously moved towards the edge of his bed. "Alright Andy," Chris said to her in a resigned voice. The grin on his face brightened a bit. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"What are you-"

She was cut off when Chris grabbed the edge of the blanket that she had exposed and shoved her over the side of the bed. He was laughing at her before she even hit the floor with a heavy thud and a yelp.

When Chris saw her murderous look he only starting laughing harder at her. She huffed at him and narrowed her eyes before catching the alarm clock out of the corner of her eye. "Chris! We have to be out of her in five minutes and I haven't showered!"

Before he could react, Andy jumped up and ran to across the hall to the bathroom but didn't shut the door all the way. He knew from the previous week that she had already jumped into the shower with her toothbrush in an attempt at multi-tasking while washing her hair. Shaking his head at her, Chris grabbed her duffel bag from his room and headed out to start the car.

In four and half minutes, Andy came running out of the house with her wet her still dripping and climbed clumsily into the passenger seat. As she buckled her belt and reached to turn the radio volume down in an attempt to soothe her headache, she looked over at Chris who was still amused with her hectic morning routine.

"I really do need to get some of my clothes from Traci's. I can't keep wearing all your shirts to bed."

Chris laughed at her and shook his head. "It's okay Andy," he cast her a sideways glance and laughed again. "You look good in my shirt! Well, shirts, since you've now worn several of them to bed."

Andy smirked at him and couldn't help but laugh at his goofiness. "If you keep saying things like that, I might just have to steal your shirts. Annnnd" she drawled looking at him with a smirk. "I might not give them back."

Chris laughed as he pulled into the division parking lot. "Just remember Andy, I know where you sleep."

They laughed as they quickly made their way into the division and their separate locker rooms to get ready for their shift.

In the parade room, the TO's sat in their usual spot at the back of the room discussing plans for the next two days off. There was a giant polka dot elephant in the room that was dancing in a tutu, but none of them where willing to acknowledge it. None of them were brave enough to risk his wrath this morning, especially taking into account the way that his rookie had made her exit from the Penny last night and how much scotch he had drank after the fact. No one was that brave.

It didn't escape their notice either that he sat rigidly in the chair waiting for her routinely barely on time entrance for parade. Noelle shifted her eyes over to Oliver to see if he put the pieces together yet that Andy McNally wasn't the only missing from parade this morning. Clearly he already had because when Jerry took his usual spot to them and opened his mouth, Oliver clamped a hand over his mouth before he could say anything about both Diaz and McNally missing this morning.

Before anyone could shoot off a warning glance, they heard heavy footfalls getting closer to the parade room. Suddenly the sound of the running grew louder as everyone swiveled in their chairs to see Andy push Chris into the door frame as she skidded past him using the other side of the door to propel her pivot into the room.

Seeing that all eyes were on them, the pair straightened up and attempted to walk calmly to their usual chairs next to their friends while smoothing out their uniform. Sam for his part merely turned his chair to follow their progress towards the front of the room through narrowed eyes and rising temper. He didn't miss the way that Andy's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment or how her hair was still wet and in a haphazard braid or the way her eyes twinkled with mischief.

Sam tried to remind himself that Chris and Andy were just friends. After her breakup with Callaghan she had been staying with Traci at his insistence, and he knew that she would start feeling guilty about staying with her friend. With Dov's new personal relationship picking up speed, it seemed only logical that Andy would stay there for awhile. That seemed only logical.

Those calming thoughts went out the window when he watched Andy say something to Chris. Sam watched in a demented sort of fascination as Chris turned towards Andy with a questioning look. With a teasing smile and a bizarre sense of comfort that seriously disturbed his peace of mind, Sam watched as Andy reached up to adjust Chris's tie and then pat his chest and laugh at his slightly embarrassed smile.

Sam didn't even have time to realize the jealousy that was building in his chest when he saw the murderous look on a certain detectives face. It was no secret that Luke had been a mess after Andy left him. Sam almost felt sorry for him. Almost. He couldn't imagine a worse fate than having Andy's love and then doing something so foolish as to lose it.

As Best entered the room demanding everyone's attention for the daily announcements, Sam rubbed his face as if trying to peel his skin away. He reached instantly for the pack of gum in his pocket and was determined to stop himself from spewing too much venom but stuffing as much gum in his mouth as he could chew.

Oliver hadn't missed anything that happened before Best started. He was grateful that Sam seemed intent on stuffing his mouth with gum and silently reminded himself to buy him a pack or two to help him get through the shift. Oliver let out an audible sigh of relief that was acknowledged by both Noelle and Jerry when Best announced that Diaz was assigned with him for the day. Thank God! That means Sammy can't try and kill him during shift at least.

When Sam was assigned Epstein for the day he rolled his neck in a way that clearly indicated his temper was on the rise. Oliver almost felt bad for Epstein, but decided that McNally wouldn't be the optimal choice for Sam's partner today. One or both them wouldn't survive the shift with how this morning was turning out. McNally had been grimaced and tensed as she was assigned to help the detectives today.

Noting the way Sam turned his chair slightly towards Callaghan's direction, Oliver surmised that the look he couldn't see clearly conveyed a warning. This day was really going to hell in a hand basket.

As Sam made his way towards the coffee, he chomped down on his gum. Between the headache and trying to figure out what the hell was going on between his rookie and Diaz, Sam thought he mind just have an anurism.

Under normal circumstances, he might have noticed Andy's light perfume as she got closer to him, but today he was too distracted. Sam nearly jumped out his skin when he felt someone press something into his hand. Looking up, he saw Andy's small smile and heard her laugh she watched him open his hand to see two Advils.

"You look like you could use those today," she sniffed trying to wait patiently beside him as they waited their turn to get coffee. "I've already had four."

Sam snorted and looked at her profile for a moment. "Happens when you decide that you're soooo awesome that you can drink straight whiskey for nearly an hour."

Before Andy could answer with a reply that was sure to annoy him, Chris joined them.

"Hey Andy," he said distractedly as he tugged the coat from under her arm. "I think you've got my jacket."

Sam decided it was prudent to remain silent and not comment on this exchange. He began chewing his gum harder, wishing at that moment that he could hit something.

"Why would I have your coat?"

Chris checked the tag on the coat and gloated as he showed her that she had definitely had his coat and handed her the one he had under his arm. "Because they were both on my bedroom floor this morning as you decided that you didn't like where I had them while you were rushing to get ready."

"Riiiiight," Andy teased. "Mr. Neat Freak. My apologies you must really love that I didn't make the bed this morning too."

Sam struggled not to inhale too sharply at their words or how easily they discussed their morning and pet peeves. He was in the middle of trying to reason with himself that close friends could know these things about each other and that nothing more was going on. Yeah that's it Sammy. It's just because she's rooming with him now.

Before Anything else could be said yet another annoying person decided to drop in for a chat before Sam could escape the building.

"Sammy! McNally," Donovan Boyd called out in an all together too cheerful mood. "My two favorite people."

"No." The partners said simultaneously.

Boyd looked at them with a mischievous smile. He watched, seeming to find it humorous the way that Chris excused himself to head out for the day before turning to look at Sam and Andy. He smiled as nicely as he was capable and held out the two cups of coffee to them.

Sam and Andy exchanged a look that silently conveyed their skepticism and they reached out for the coffees as cautiously as possible. Boyd was tempted to laugh as they both sniffed the coffees before taking a sip. His smiled widened as he watched their faces contort in disgust and look at each other before switching the coffees. Taking a second sip, they both seemed satisfied with the switch and looked at Boyd expectantly.

"Not that we don't appreciate the visit Boyd," Sam said gruffly, "But to what do we owe the honor of your visit?"

Boyd didn't miss the smirk on McNally's face as she listened to Sam's bored voice. Boyd's face lit up a bit knowing he was going to aggravate both of them with one easy step.

"Well Sammy," he began cockily. "Got a big case coming up and I need some help."

Boyd almost laughed out loud as he watched McNally stiffened and dart her eyes to Sam's face. Sam grinned at him and said a simple "No."

"Aww Sammy," Boyd smiled again. "I'm hurt you don't even want to hear what I've got going on, but its not you I want." His eyes switched over to McNally again making Sam bristle. "I want her."

"No."

"Best already approved it Sammy," he shrugged at the pair not so secretly enjoying this little drama. "She's not going out in the field, just helping me with paperwork. You'll get her back in a week or so."

Andy look defeated at Sam and he looked over and tried to reassure her. He was definitely going to talk to Best and get her pulled from Boyd's detail. He watched silently has Andy followed Boyd in a manner that indicated anything but a willingness to go.

Sam looked up at the ceiling trying to figure out why exactly he got out of bed this morning. This day was really going to hell.

I hope I'm still managing to keep your interest. Boyd really is an ass don't you think? Sorry I really can't resist making him such a jerk. :)