ABC
Words: 618
Couple: Andy McNally and Sam Swarek.
TV Show: Rookie Blue.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.
Tag to 'Speed Dial'.

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Prompt: T-Shirt.

Keeping a firm grip on her wine glass, Traci Nash laughed as she threw the pillow across the room at Gail Peck.

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't seen it!" the blonde cried, "And don't be a prude Detective Nash, because I know you've snuck off to the observation room a few times to 'sort some files'!"
"But Frank and Noelle? Please, they have enough respect not to do it at work."
Andy McNally smirked and leant back against the head board, "Wouldn't be surprised. I mean, they do have a year old kid at him. It would be, uh, hard to find time to be alone."

The Detective rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink, sharing a glance with the Officer seated at the desk across the room.

"Hm, and what about you?"
"What about me?" the brunette frowned.
"Don't think we haven't noticed," Traci teased, nudging the woman.
"Noticed what?"
"Oh, that you're wearing Sam Swarek's shirt."

Nash watched her best friend look down at the red cotton shirt and shake her head while trying to conceal the blush that was rising on her cheeks.

"It's his. I work with him, I think I've seen this shirt once or twice Andy," she explained.
"So you all just assume it's his. Please, I thought you were a detective Trace!"
"The extra tooth brush in your bathroom, that's definitely his," Gail stated with a gesture in the general direction of the bathroom.
"Oh, and that take-out box in your fridge? Yeah, you hate the chicken fried rice crap that he eats," the detective added.
"And when you came into work last week, you smelt like him."
"You're both insane," Andy told them as her phone begun ringing.

Laughing, Traci reached over and grabbed the phone off the bedside table, checking the caller ID and raising her eyebrows at her best friend.

"Sam Swarek, calling you at ten o'clock on a Saturday night?"
"Trace, give me the phone."
Gail laughed from across the room, "Just admit that it's his shirt!"
"It's not!"
"Come on Andy, we know it is," the detective smirked.
"I am not wearing Sam Swarek's shirt. That is not Sam Swarek's toothbrush," Andy told them, trying to reach for the phone, "The take-out in the fridge is not Sam Swarek's. I did not smell like Sam Swarek last week."

Looking across the room, Traci's eyes met their fellow officer's, both woman rolling their eyes as Andy lied through her teeth.

"Don't believe you," she answered, but handing the phone over to her and watching her as she answered the phone and ran to the bathroom.

Standing up from her position on the bed, Traci followed Gail Peck and pressed her ear against the bathroom door, listening as Andy said Sam Swarek's name in confusion. When Andy McNally began stuttering and they heard the distinct sound of her phone being dropped on the bathroom bench, they both backed away from the door to let her open it and face them.

"So, uh," the rookie stuttered, "It's Sam shirt, and, uh, I think I'm going to call in sick for the rest of the year."
"Andy, what happened?" Gail questioned with a frown.
"That was Oliver, and the cats out of the bag."

Watching her best friend blow her fringe from her face and purse her lips.

"Oh God, that was embarrassing," the brunette laughed finally, shaking her head and walking back to collect her phone and shutting the bathroom door on the pair again.
"Andy?" Traci called, putting her ear back against the bathroom door.
"You can come in if you bring another bottle of wine!" she replied, "I'm gonna need it!"

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I'm not too proud of this one. But everything else I had for 'T' just didn't work and it was killing me. And this had originally been 'E', and then it was something else before that. And it's moved around a lot. Believe me.

Sorry or the delay! I've been trying to figure out Z and have been left with thinning books because of how many times I've ripped the pages out.

But anyway!

Let's begin the countdown to the end!

Thank you!

All mistakes are mine.

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Next Prompt: Undercover.
"Six months UC with you Sam, I most definitely am not, but come on. It's almost over. We can go back to normal soon."