Chapter 27

i am so sorry that this took forever to upload. im trying to find the time to update atleast once a week so bare with me here :)

and i dont think i commented about the season finale yet so i'll do that now. So i was majorly dissapointed to find that Andy and Luke are still going strong... :( but i do have to admit that the 2 episodes of the finale did bring Andy and Sam together. The moments they had together were MAJORLY adorable :)

i can not WAIT until season 2 starts. anyone know when?

anyways, Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to me.

Enjoy!

She abruptly took another step that brought her chest right up against mine, and my very male mind was going wild.

I subconsciously tipped my head a bit lower, closer to hers.

Our lips were now just a breath apart.

I could hear my heart thundering in my chest, and even though in my head I knew that I didn't want her, my body wanted nothing but her.

Well, nothing that I could actually get but her.

Besides, Andy had Callaghan. Right? I thought as I lowered my head again.

Right?

I drew in a deep breath and looked down into the face of a fallen angel... or devil, depending on how you looked at it.

That inhalation brought her strong and oddly floral scent right up into me and slammed it into my defence barrier.

The barrier that was currently trying to tell me that I shouldn't give into this, that I shouldn't kiss Jennifer right here right now.

But like I said, that floral scent was a killer.

I could practically feel that barrier tremble then begin to crumble into nothing more than whisper of protest.

My head was hovering right over hers, our foreheads practically touching and our breath mingling because our mouths were so close together.

"Sam," she whispered huskily bringing my gaze that was fixed on her eyes down to her lips.

Her beautiful, seductive, full, red lips...

My resolve was weakening, and I knew that my mind was floating into uncharted territory.

The little devil sitting on my shoulder had somehow shut up the angel, because the only thoughts running through my mind at this point were focused on how it would feel to press my own lips against her for even an instant.

Just one kiss, just one touch.

What's the harm right?

I was single and I`m assuming that she was too. Its not like anyone will get hurt.

Just one little peck, just one...

"Just one..." I murmured quietly, almost to myself and began to lower my head to close the irritating gap between our lips.

Her long black lashes were fluttering closed as my own began to lower, and I subconsciously noted that my hand had moved to her lower back, holding her to me.

Just one kiss, just one...

"Jennifer, you should be at the desk."

At the sound of the new voice, my body reacted as though I had had a bucket of ice cold water overturned on me.

I jerked away from her and took a large step back putting some space between us. The step made Jennifer's hands drop limply to her side as she turned to glower at the source of the voice.

Standing here now looking back on what I was about to do just seconds ago had me thanking my lucky stars that the saint with the gruff voice had interrupted before I did something that I would later regret.

Just thinking about it had me grimacing and stuffing my fisted hands deep into the pockets of my jeans as if I didn't trust them to be free.

I looked up into the face of the man who was now receiving the very unsubtle glares from the agitated blond in front of me.

If looks could kill. The old saying flittered through my mind.

I almost felt as though I should reach out and hold onto her before she lunged at the man, like she looked like she was going to.

In fact, she looked like a very, very pissed of tiger.

Note to self, I thought idly. Try very hard not to piss Jennifer off.

"What?" she hissed from between her teeth, and the man, though he was more than twice as big as her, seemed to shrink back.

"Um... well..." he began to stutter and I felt a strange sort of pity for the man. Or maybe that was empathy...

The tall man dragged his hand through his shaggy brown hair and looked down at his feet. It was then that I realized that he didn't look much older than Jennifer.

The man slowly looked up again to momentarily meet my eyes with his green ones, and a blush started to form on his cheeks as he quickly looked away.

"Well what?" Jennifer snapped forcing him to look at her again.

He shifted from foot to foot then he pulled at the bottom of the blue scrubs he was wearing, causing the light to glint off his name tag that read 'Tristan'.

"Um, well uh, Dr. Freshen saw that you weren't at the desk and asked me to come find you immediately and return to your desk..." he somewhat mumbled to his white shoes.

"Couldn't you see that I was busy?" she growled and advanced a step towards him and though he didn't take a step in retreat, it was obvious that he really wanted to.

That was definitely pity I was feeling now and I decided to step in before Jennifer clawed his eyes out of their sockets.

"No it's alright," I began and she whirled to glare at me and I had to school my face not to grimace.

My gaze darted to Tristan and he seemed to exhale in the relief having Jennifer's anger directed elsewhere.

He met my eyes and his expression was one of deep gratitude.

"No it wasn't, it was rude of him to interrupt," she said then snapped her head around to glare at Tristan again, and the poor guy immediately hunched his shoulders and looked wide eyed at her.

"No really," I said and her head whipped back around to me.

With the speed she was moving her head, she was going to dislocate it soon, I thought idly.

"It was wrong of me to come here and take your time when you obviously had a previous commitment to your job."

She glared at me before she, yes you guessed it, whipped her head back to Tristan, and this time he did take a step back.

"It isn't his fault, he only did what he was told to do," I said in the hopes of making her stop shooting daggers at the poor man.

It didn't work.

"If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I shouldn't have come here."

"No," she said taking a step towards me and I purposely straightened my shoulders to keep from moving away.

"Don't try to turn this on you Sammy," she said sweetly.

It was a serious talent, the way the woman could turn her emotions from one extreme from another. Maybe she was bipolar.

I could see that she was trying to get her hands on me again in the hopes of going back to what we were doing before.

And Tristan, the poor guy, just couldn't shut himself up as he cleared his throat.

"Um, Jen?"

I sighed internally. Sometimes you just couldn't save them. I decided to make me escape just then.

"Uh, well I should get back now," I said taking slow steps backwards towards the exit.

Tristan sent me a pleading look. Sorry buddy, you're on your own.

"Bye Jen," I said and nodded in Tristan's direction. "See you later man." I hope he survives, seems like a nice guy, I thought absently.

I turned my back and started towards the exit when Jennifer spoke up.

"Wait," she called and I winced before turning around.

"Yea?"

"Did you remember what you were going to tell me?" she asked expectantly.

Yes I did remember, but there was no way I was doing this right now.

"Um, no... I probably will later though..."

"Oh, ok. I'll come find you once I`m on my break," she said and I caught Tristan's wince. I guess she wasn't getting any breaks any time soon, I thought just a bit smugly.

"Uh sure," I said and made my escape.

Once I was clear of the examination rooms, I sighed loudly.

Oh god, since when did asking a girl out become such a hard thing to do?

This could not end well I thought, and a flash of what would have happened between us if Tristan didn't interrupt floated through my head.

Yup, I decided. This could not end well.

So i hope you liked it.

And to those of you who are rooting for Andy to wake up soon... well lets just say that i'd hate for ya'll to wait any longer for that... :D

xoxo thedarkangel22