Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue or it's characters. The italicized quotes are taken from the show.
Andy felt good. Not an emotion she had attributed to herself since she'd found out about Luke and Jo. Now she just felt at peace about it, she actually found herself thinking that it was probably for the best. How very enlightened of me she thought with a laugh. But it was a fundamental truth that if it hadn't happened she would never have been with Sam, never got to tell him how much he means to her. And she wouldn't be sitting next to him, holding hands, fingers intertwined now as they patrolled.
Cheesy? Yes. Unprofessional? Probably. But electrifying? That would also be an affirmative. It was almost pathetic how a simple touch from him could send her pulse racing. She could just imagine the disgusted look on Gail's face if she could see the lovesick look in Andy's eyes right now. She'd probably make some snide remark about wanting to barf. But not even Gail's cynicism could bring Andy down from this high.
The radio came blaring to life, snapping Andy out of her musings.
"Dispatch we have a robbery in progress at 1371 Jane Street, suspect's face is blue."
Andy took her hand out of Sam's and grabbed the walkie talkie from its holster. Back to business.
"On our way. Did you say his face is blue?"
Sam's now unoccupied hand came to rest on Andy's thigh and she couldn't help the smile that lit up her face at the contact. She felt like a teenager again. So that's what Katy Perry was talking about.
The radio buzzed again as the operator told them that there was a bank robbery the day before and the suspects got away, but not before the security guards blasted them with a dye pack.
Busted.
Sam turned on the sirens and in moments they pulled up in front of the grocery store. After maneuvering their way past a couple making out in front of the entrance, they split up to cut the man off. Andy asked if she could talk to him for a minute, but he clearly wasn't going to cooperate. Sam appeared from the other end of the aisle.
"5'8", athletic build, dark clothes, and a pretty funky skin condition. I'm guessing you got a dye pack to the face. One of the many hazards of robbing a bank."
And then the guy made a run for it. He pushed a cart into to Andy's stomach, hard, sending her to the ground. But her reflexes were sharp and she was on her feet in the next instant. Oh no, this guy was not getting away. She needed to take her frustration out somewhere. Mr. Smurf just happened to be the perfect candidate.
They caught up to him at the mercifully locked doors and Andy cuffed him as Sam kept his gun trained on him.
Game, set, match, Mr. Smurf. You picked the wrong day to fuck with Andy McNally.
Sam and Andy brought blue face back to the station and put him in a cell. Just as the doors were sliding shut Gail and Traci arrived with a drunk, dirty, vomit covered man. Andy backed up, trying to get away from the overwhelming smell that was now permeating the entire booking room.
Once Andy was sure her suspect was safely behind bars, she darted out of the room and took a clean, refreshing breath. Sam followed right behind her.
"Good job tonight, McNally." he said as they passed a few people in the hall. They rounded the corner and Sam glanced around furtively, making sure they were alone. All clear, for the moment at least. He pushed Andy up against the wall roughly and captured her lips with his. He kissed her urgently and although she was surprised at first, she quickly responded in the like.
Somewhere in the back of her mind Andy reminded herself that they were at work and they had to stop before someone saw them. She pushed at Sam's chest and disconnected their lips.
"I've been waiting to do that all day," he confessed with a smug grin.
"Sam, what the hell? We're at work," she tried to sound angry, but her voice was too husky to pull it off.
He shrugged, still grinning. "Nobody saw," he turned on his heel and started walking towards the interrogation room. "Now come on, McNally, we have to go watch the questioning."
She watched him walk away, wide eyed. What a fucking tease. Well, two can certainly play at that game. She trailed behind him, plotting all the ways she was going to get even later..
Andy's phone vibrated in her pocket and she excused herself from the interrogation room to answer the call.
"Hey Trace, what's up?"
"Hypothetically speaking, if you were trying to prevent two newly married people from murdering each other, would you use your baton or go straight for the gun?" Traci asked, skipping right over the niceties.
Andy heard arguing in the background. "I'd go straight for the gun," she said with a laugh. "But that's just me. Where are you?"
"Ugh, I'm in hell." Traci moaned. "They stuck me in a room with the bickersons, told us all to wait."
Andy made a noise of sympathy. "You're still at the hospital?"
"We brought the guy in, they took him to emergency, now they won't let us go anywhere." Traci trailed off. "What the hell is going on?" she mumbled.
"Traci? What's happening?" Andy asked, concerned.
"They've quarantined us!"
Andy's mouth dropped open in shock. She got off the phone with Traci and went to find Best. She found him locking the front doors to the station.
"Sir.." she said warily. "What's going on?"
"This station is now under quarantine until further notice."
Andy sucked in a sharp breath, her heart beat accelerating in fear.
Andy made her way to the conference room, where Best had told everyone to meet. Everyone seemed calm, everyone was joking. Nobody was aware of the turmoil inside Andy's head. Frank briefed them on the situation, basically telling them they couldn't leave until the hospital found out what was wrong with Henry Lee. Andy got up from her chair, hoping she could find some heavy paperwork to distract her, and wondered how everyone else was so nonchalant.
"Bullshit, no way you have the straight. You're bluffing," Jerry accused.
Sam shrugged, unconcerned. "Feel free to call me on it."
Jerry studied Sam's face, trying to find some evidence of whether or not he was bluffing, but his expression was blank and unreadable.
"Fuck," he swore, throwing his cards down. "I'm out,"
Sam grinned pulling the pot towards him. "What was that you were saying about beating me, Barber?" Sam teased, glancing at his much larger pile of chips meaningfully.
"Game's not over yet, Swarek."
Sam was distracted from responding when he heard Dov's voice.
"Are you okay, Andy?" Sam's neck snapped around at the mention of her name.
Andy was sitting at a computer, her head resting on the desk and breathing heavily.
"Are you, like, claustrophobic or something?" Dov asked, half joking, half concerned.
Andy lifted her head. "No, I'm not claustrophobic." she snapped, and then she got up from her chair and took off down the hall.
What the -?
"Yo Sammy, you in or what?"
Sam turned his attention back to the game, resolving to check on Andy a little later. After all if he had learned anything about women over the years, it was to tread lightly when they were pissed. So he figured he would give her time to cool off and then he would find her and see what was bothering her. That gave him just enough time to finish cleaning up in this poker game..
Fifteen minutes later - yes fifteen minutes was all it took for him to wipe the other 3 guys out, he was that good - Sam was walking the halls in search of Andy. He found crouched down in an empty interrogation room with her head between her knees. He put his hand on her shoulder and she flinched and looked up, surprised to see him.
"Andy, what's going on?" she looked like she was in pain and Sam hated seeing her like this.
"Uh, nothing, it's nothing." she stuttered, thoroughly unconvincingly, even to someone who didn't know her as well as he did.
He shot her a dubious look and sat down on the floor next to her, pulling her closer to him. "Andy.."
She hid her face in his chest, embarrassed. "You'll think it's stupid,"
"Andy, nothing you could say would be stupid." she looked at him as if to say oh really? He laughed. "Okay, scratch that, but just tell me. I won't judge, promise."
"Well, I'm kind of a hypochondriac, so honestly this whole quarantine thing is scaring the shit out of me." she peeked up at Sam, gauging his reaction.
"Andy, that's not stupid. Contracting a disease is a legitimate fear." Her eyes widened and he realized he was just making her even more scared. Shit. "But you have nothing to worry about. We got quarantined for Sars, you know what happened? Snack machine ran dry, Jerry started growing himself a goatee, and I took everyone's money in poker. Trust me Andy, this'll be over before you know it and you'll at home wondering what you're going to buy yourself with the nice overtime bonus you earned not working."
She smiled feeling slightly more relaxed. "Maybe," she allowed.
"No, not maybe. Definitely," he leaned down, pecking her on the lips. "I finally got you, you think I'm gonna let anything happen to you?"
Andy loved this side of him, the sweet side, the romantic side, the side he didn't let anybody but her see.
Andy stood up. "Come on, I have an idea. Maybe Mr. Smurf will be just as freaked out about this as I am. Nothing like the fear of impending demise to get a man talking."
He grinned. "I like the way you think, McNally."
Apparently nothing shook blue face. When told about the quarantine he remained just as cocky and arrogant as when they brought him in, and he still refused to provide his name.
"Well, so much for that." Andy sighed once they stepped back into the hall.
"Oh well, it was a good idea. Hey, I'm gonna go see if the guys want to get destroyed at poker again. Are you gonna be okay?" Sam asked with genuine concern.
"Yeah, go ahead. I'm just going to catch up on my paperwork."
Andy sat at the front desk next to Chris, trying to keep her mind of her current situation and focus on her paperwork.
"Hey Chris, how's desk duty treating you?" she knew he hated desk duty, but he was just too nice to say anything. She loved that he was such a genuinely nice person, but she wished he would stand up for himself time to time.
"Oh, it's alright, everyone's gotta do it at some time right?" He smiled good naturedly. "I just don't like being away from the action. Everyone's talking about this blue guy in holding or something? And I'm totally in the dark."
"Wait, you haven't seen him yet?" Andy asked, forgetting her paperwork for a minute.
Chris shook his head, looking sad about this fact.
Andy grinned. "Perfect,"
"Diaz, you want to go undercover? Did you not get enough of those white pants last time?" Oliver joked.
"Look, maybe he'll get something, maybe he won't. It can't hurt, right?" Andy said.
Oliver nodded. "Alright Diaz, it's all yours."
After putting Chris into the holding cell with blue face Andy and Sam watched and listened as Chris talked Smurf's ear off. Sam laughed appreciatively.
"Good job, McNally. Diaz is gonna annoy this guy into submission."
A few minutes later Andy heard something they could use.
"Sam, did you hear that?"
Sam turned back around, he'd been paying attention to the poker game, trying to guess what Oliver was holding based on his facial expressions.
"What?"
"Blue guy, he just said 'I didn't steal anything, I just took it back.' Someone who has a grudge with the bank?"
"Okay good, you're gonna have to call someone on the outside to go talk to the bank manager."
Andy pulled out her cell phone, glad to have a lead. She typed in the number she had dialed a hundred times before, without thinking.
"Callaghan,"
Shit! Why didn't she call Dov? She really didn't want to do this now, especially in front of Sam.
Quickly she told Luke what she needed from him, ignoring his questions on how she was doing.
"Andy, wait.." he said, as she was hanging up and she pretended not to have heard and pocketed her phone, putting it on silent in case he tried to call back.
She took a deep breath to calm her anxiety, that at the moment had nothing to do with her hypochondriasis. She felt a hand at her back, Sam leaned down towards her. "You okay?" he whispered in her ear.
She nodded. "I'm fine,"
He eyed her with concern, and was about to say something else when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He stepped down the hall. "Swarek,"
"Hey Sam, it's Traci, I tried calling Andy but she didn't answer." he scrunched his eyebrows together. Were they already at a point in their relationship where they were taking each other's calls? They'd only been together three weeks, but strangely he didn't mind.
"Um, what's up?" he asked distractedly.
"It's Henry Lee," she paused, taking a breath. "He's dead,"
Well fuck.
"Shit, well I'll let Best now. Thanks for calling," he ended the call and walked to Frank's office to deliver the news.
He hoped he could keep this off Andy's radar; she was freaked out enough as it is. Hopefully he could just keep her preoccupied with their case.
Andy rounded the corner, and caught sight of him. "Sam, where'd you go? I think we've got him!" she smiled, and he resolved to do whatever it took to keep that smile on her face until they got home safely.
Sam led blue face's equally blue faced wife into the holding cell. Mystery solved. And he had managed to keep Andy busy enough that she hadn't hear the announcement Best made about Lee's death. Sam walked over to the desk where Andy was filling out more paperwork.
"Well there we have it, Mr. and Mrs. Smurf reunited at last."
She laughed. "How did you know that was my nickname for him?"
Frank walked in just then and he clapped his hands to get everyone's attention.
"Listen up everybody, good news! I've just found out that the illness that killed Henry Lee is not contagious. You're all free to go,"
Andy looked at Sam, accusingly. "Did you know about this?"
He shrugged sheepishly. "Come on, let's get out of here. I'll meet you at the car." he pecked her on the lips and took off to the locker room to change out of his uniform.
It felt so good to take off that stiff uniform after such a long shift. He said bye to the guys as he was leaving.
"Hey Swarek, next quarantine your ass is mine in poker." Jerry assured him.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Jer." he smirked, throwing his leather jacket over his shoulder.
Andy stood next to his car, rubbing her hands together trying to stay warm. He unlocked the doors and she got in, slamming her door, and abruptly turned her back to him.
She was pissed. He decided to let her simmer for the ride home, but after a few minutes the overwhelming silence started to bother him.
"Come on, don't be mad, I just didn't want you to worry."
She sighed. "I'm not mad, I'm just thinking."
"About?" he pressed, when she didn't elaborate.
"I'm still trying to decide if what you did was sweet or just secretive."
"Can we go with sweet? I didn't want you to worry unnecessarily, and it was unnecessary, right? Everything turned out fine." he really had been just looking out for her.
"Yeah, it did, but I could have handled it. I'm pretty tough, if you hadn't noticed." she smiled, so he knew he was forgiven.
"You're right, I'm sorry. Won't happen again," he swore.
As soon as they got back to Sam's house they went straight up to his room, exhausted. Andy pulled of her jeans, t-shirt and bra. She grabbed Sam's recently discarded shirt from the floor and pulled it over her head, loving that it still smelled like him.
They fell into bed side by side, Sam holding Andy close to him. She loved that he liked snuggling, it was something she would never have guessed about him.
Andy sighed in contentment, snuggling closer to him and breathing in his manly scent. "You have no idea how good it feels to just fall asleep in your arms after a day like that."
He smiled, squeezing her tighter. "Oh, I think I have an idea."
AN: Blah, I don't know about this chapter. Hopefully you guys like it better than I do haha. So, the reason this story was going to be a one shot is cause I didn't really know where to take it. But how would y'all feel about canon plot lines with a McSwarek twist? Review, let me know if that's something you'd like to read.