I'd Lie

A/N: I hit a writer's block and I'm just not feeling inspired... I think it's because RB isn't on TV :( I apologise if this chapter is not up to scratch…
Also I really had no idea what to write for this chapter… Normally I have things all planned out but honestly, for this I had no clue so I've pretty much just pulled words out of my butt. Sorry.

Seriously. Wow. I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long! I feel terrible. Honestly I was meant to finish this before Christmas, but Christmas turned to New Year and now suddenly it's the second month of the new year. I am so ridiculously sorry for not giving you all an update sooner!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters. All rights belong to their rightful owner.


Chapter 5:

He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

Andy tugged nervously at her dress, suddenly feeling self-conscious. She couldn't quite understand why she was nervous, but she was. Although the more she thought about it she supposed it was because this wasn't her type of event. The annual Toronto Police Service Christmas gala was definitely tipped towards the formal end. Hence the dress.

She looked down at the dress that was currently hugging her body. The rich red halter neck dress was simple but still considered elegant because of the intricate beading along the waist. The dress had Andy's seal of approval only because of its simplicity. The open back and slit that was positioned off-centre however, was all Traci.

"Trace, come on! I'm exhausted. We've been here for hours! Besides what was wrong with that blue one?" Andy groaned. She didn't mind the occasional shopping trip to find decent clothes but searching hours upon hours for the 'perfect' dress, for a work party no less, wasn't exactly the most enjoyable way to spend her afternoon off.

"One more shop Andy, please" Traci pleaded, "I just know this is the one."

"Yeah well it's the only shop we haven't been into." Andy grumbled, before Traci shot her a disapproving look.

Traci dragged her into the boutique where inside the small walls were covered in racks filled with dresses. Traci immediately began sifting through the dresses to the left of the shop while Andy peered over her shoulder, allowing Traci to do most of the picking.

"What about this one?" Traci suggested as she took the dress off the rack.

Andy had to admit the red halter dress with a deep v cut neckline and flowing skirt did look beautiful. As Traci twirled the dress around, Andy noticed the open back, and suddenly as beautiful as the dress was it now seemed a little inappropriate for a work event. Andy fingered the fabric wondering whether she should buy it, then she noticed the slit through the dress that would come to a stop around her mid thigh. Definitely not appropriate.

"I don't think so Trace…" Andy trailed off nervously.

"What? Why?" Traci exclaimed, "This colour will look amazing on you Andy!"

"Well I mean, don't you think it's a little too… I don't know… open?"

"Really? Come on Andy, you're young, not to mention single, who knows maybe this is exactly what you need to have some fun with somebody." Traci suggested.

"Traci! Our bosses are going to be at this party! The last thing I want is to seem unprofessional. Besides, I definitely don't want to be hooking up with a cop from some division."

"Andy… is this about Sam?" Traci questioned.

Andy felt her cheeks heat up just a fraction, "I never even mentioned Sam."

"Oh please, you didn't have to. I'm your best friend Andy, you think I don't notice how close you and Sam have gotten. Or the fact that you haven't dated anyone seriously since you met Sam."

"That's not true! Remember David!" Andy retorted.

"Oh David," Traci said with a touch of humor, "Andy, he doesn't even count."

"What? Why doesn't he count?"

"Because the guy's been in love with you sine 8th grade and you felt sorry for him!"

"That's not true, I did not feel sorry for him. He was genuinely a sweet guy." Andy stated.

"Andy it was obvious the guy was still hung up on you when you decided to date him when you were in the academy. I'm not even going to bother to tell you how many years has passed since high school." Traci said pointedly, "Now that I think about it, that's just creepy."

"Okay, so it was a little creepy," Andy said hesitantly, "but he was still a decent enough guy…"

"The point is Andy, maybe you need to give the Swarek thing a break – at least for a little while."

Andy only answered with a blank stare, "You know what they say; the best way to get over somebody is to get under somebody else." Traci smirked suggestively.

"Traci!" Andy exclaimed, her tone scolding.

"Go try the dress on!" Traci easily ended the conversation by thrusting the red dress into her hands.

So sue her. After trying the dress on, she realized just how much she loved it. Open back and all. It wasn't until she walked into the large clubroom that she began to feel slightly nervous about her choice. Taking a deep breath she reminded herself not to over think things, and slowly but surely she made her way over to where her friends had gathered.

The night passed with an ease Andy was not expecting. Although there were quite a few speeches to sit through and many people she was introduced to; the night wasn't half as bad as she was thought it would be. One of the downfalls was she hadn't seen Sam all night and maybe there was a small part of her that had wanted him to see her in this dress. Which was stupid. So stupid. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts she was startled when she heard someone clear their throat. Glancing up she saw a tall man with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes looking down at her. He grinned sheepishly when he realized he had surprised her before sticking his hand out,

"I'm Luke, Andy right? I used to work with your dad over at 27" he explained when he noticed Andy's skeptical look.

"Oh I see," as the realization dawned on her, "nice to meet you."

"I have to say, the photo that was on your dads desk doesn't do you any justice," Luke smiled kindly; "you're much prettier in person."

Andy smiled, handsome and charming. She could maybe get used to this. Sure he didn't have dimples, and so she was never a big fan of blonde hair but maybe Traci was right. Maybe she needed to try something new.

She and Luke ended up sitting down by the bar where he bought her a drink. The pair chatting animatedly through the night. It wasn't until Luke excused himself to go to the bathroom that Andy finally had time to think things through. Although she was having a great time with Luke she still missed Sam's presence throughout the night. Speaking of Sam, as she glanced up from her drink and looked across the room, she swore she recognized that thick dark hair and as the man turned around the dimples on his face were ones she was quite familiar with. A large smile graced her face before she could even stop herself but soon she found herself wondering how long he had been here for. Sam seemed to notice her smiling at him as he returned the smile and began to make his way towards her.

"Hey, how long have you been here for? I didn't see you at all tonight."

"Yeah I got pulled back to help Boyd with his case."

"Boyd? As in guns and gangs Boyd."

Sam chuckled, Andy guessed it was probably because she was making a face. Sam knew just how much she disliked Boyd and his tendency to color outside the lines although Sam would occasionally overstep boundaries as well; she always hated it more when it was Boyd than Sam. Sam kinda just made it seem almost sexy.

"Yeah, some bust going on in Montreal. I've only been here for about fifteen minutes, nice huh? I missed all the speeches." Sam said cheekily.

"And you didn't come say hello?" Andy had to admit she was a little upset. She wasn't normally that overly attached girl, she was quite used to being independent and not needy but sometimes she just missed having him around. God, she sounded so pathetic, which only made her that much more upset. It was like a never ending cycle.

"McNally, I think you were doing okay."

Seeing her skeptical look he clarified, "Luke."

"Oh well yeah, he says he worked with my dad so you know he was just telling me some stories."

Andy saw a distant look come over Sam's face for a split second,

"Well he's a good detective; solid, reliable" Sam said softly, "he'd be good for you."

Andy could barely hold in her surprise. God he was so dense sometimes. She honestly didn't want anyone else, how could he not see how much he meant to her. At this moment, all Andy wanted to do was scream.

Instead Andy opted for a simple, "I only met him tonight Sam."

Sam held his hands up in surrender, "I'm just saying he's a better choice than David."

"Okay! What's with everyone hating on David? He was sweet."

Sam gave her a pointed look and she replied with a huff.

"Looks like your date's coming back, I'll leave you to it McNally." Sam glanced past her head where Luke was coming from.

"Sam, you don't have to leave" Andy silently begging him to stay, but Sam didn't seem to notice.

"Nah, I promised Ollie I'd sit with him for a bit. Poor guy is stuck with the white shirts."

He gave her a wink and turned to leave but stopped at the last minute. He turned back to face Andy, coming right up to her face. Andy held her breath at their closeness,

"You look beautiful tonight Andy" Sam whispered softly, and with that he placed a light kiss on her cheek and walked away.

The kiss left Andy in a daze and even the simple task of relinquishing the breath of air she had been holding in felt like a heavy weight. It wasn't even the first time he had placed an affectionate kiss on her cheek, occasionally the forehead, but never the lips. All the same the simple peck had left her breathless and unable to focus.

"Boyfriend?" Luke questioned, his gaze flicking between her and Sam's retreating back.

"No" she breathed in a sigh.


Sorry for the wait!

If you want to see Andy's dress it's here:

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