Next chapter. Rated T

I do not own Rookie Blue, but if I did…

Two weeks later, Sam was sitting at his desk when his phone rang. "Swarek."

"Sam, it's Traci. Have you talked to Andy today?" his partner asked him out of breath.

"Umm, no. Why?"

"I was suppose to have lunch with her and I couldn't find her. She wasn't at home. She didn't answer her phone and now I am at a crime scene. Could you please find her for me? I am worried about her."

Sam rolled his eyes; "She is probably just tired of everyone smothering her and ran to the mall to get her toes done like last time."

"Come on Sam, please. Gail went with Chris to get Christan. Dov and Chloe are with Oliver and Celery at the cabin. Frank can't leave the station and Noelle has the baby and Steve is with me right now. You are my last ditch effort for help. Please. Please. Please!" She begged.

Sam huffed and put his pen down, "Ok, I will see what I can dig up. But if she is getting her toes done again, you are buying my drinks for two weekends straight."

"Deal. Call me when you find her."

He cursed to himself. Why had he agreed to go looking for her? He still remembered the last time Nash had freaked out. When he finally found her, she was pissed. She had just wanted some alone time and no one would leave her alone. After sending a quick text to Frank that he had an errand to run and that he would be right back, he took his car keys out of his desk drawer.

He wasn't quite sure where to start looking for Andy. By the time he had checked the nail place, her house and the market it finally dawned on him. He made an immediate u-turn and went with his gut. Still, when he pulled up to the cemetery he was not really sure. However, as soon as he looked over to the section where Collins was buried, he saw her leaning against Nick's headstone. His heart broke. He just wanted to go up and grab her, hold her and tell her everything would be ok. That he would be there for her but he knew better.

Sam got out of the truck and slowly walked over to her. He didn't want to scare her but he was not sure what he was walking up to either. He firmly but quietly asked, "You ok, Andy?"

She turned to look at him; he could tell she had been crying for a while. "Why did he have to leave me?" she sobbed. "I can't do this without him. It's not fair. I need Nick. I want Nick!"

He almost fell apart seeing her pleading for Nick. He sat down next to her and gently hugged her. She put her head on his shoulder and sobbed. All he could do was rub her back and talk soothingly to her. It took another hour to get her to calm down enough that he dared to finally pull away from her. "Lets get you some water and maybe a sandwich ok."

Andy whispered, "Ok."

Sam stood up and extended his hand down so he could pull her up. Andy stood up and rubbed her back while she quietly said, "Thanks, Sam. You seem to be saving me yet again."

Sam smiled, "Nope, just making sure my bestie gets what she needs." Andy smiled at him calling her bestie.

They started towards his truck when she stopped suddenly. He turned to look at her and saw a weird expression on her face. "What's wrong Andy?"

Andy looked down and then back at him, "I think my water just broke."

"What?" Sam almost started to panic; he looked down at the mess and realized she was right. "Ok, ok. We can do this. Lets get you in the truck. I'm gonna drive and you call Traci in the meantime, ok?" Sam was trying very hard not to sound panicky.

"Ok," Andy took a few steps forward and screamed in pain.

"Contraction I take it?"

Andy gritted her teeth, "Yes."

"Ok, lets just keep moving."

Every few steps, Andy stopped and gritted her teeth screaming. "I thought they said first babies take forever! This is going way too fast!" Andy complained while she gasped for air.

Sam was really trying not to panic now. "Lets just get to the truck ok."

They finally reached the truck and he got her in. As he ran around to the driver's side of the truck he dialed his partner's number. Her phone went straight to voicemail. Sam cursed to himself as he tried to calmly leave a message, "Traci, I am taking Andy to the hospital. She is in labor." He then hung up and called Gail as he climbed into the driver's side.

He started the truck, backed up and started driving when Gail answered.

"Hello."

"Gail, Andy is in labor, I can't get a hold of Traci."

"What, I am to far out to be of any help today. CRAP!"

"Can you please blow up Traci's phone? I need to concentrate on getting her to the hospital."

"Yes."

Sam hung up and paid attention to the road as Andy screamed.

"Sam, they are coming too quick."

Sam looked at her and smiled, "Andy, we are only fifteen minutes from the hospital. Everything will be fine."

Andy screamed again, "I feel like I need to push Sam. This can't be happening."

Sam pulled over and dialed 911. "This is Detective Swarek, badge number 6114, I need an ambulance at the side of the road on 401 express, going towards Weston road. Hurry! I have a 29-year-old female in active labor. Water has broken. No break between contractions and she feels the urge to push."

Traci entered the hospital at a dead run. Gail had finally gotten a hold of her three hours after Sam had called. But by then, all she could do was curse at herself for leaving her phone in the car. When she discovered all the missed calls, tons of voicemails and billions of text messages she told Steve she had to go and bolted from the scene. Still, she hurried over to the information counter and demanded Andy's room number. With a glance at the elevators she decided they would take too long and ran for the stairs. When she finally got up to the fourth floor, she saw a nurse standing in front of room 404.

Traci was out of breath, "Andy McNally?"

"Yes, you can go in."

Traci tried to calm her erratic breath as she walked into the peacefulness of room. Andy was lying in bed with her eyes closed and Sam stood by the window and talked quietly to the baby he was holding. She stood there for a moment while Sam was quietly talking to the baby. "… and that is how you got your name. Your Daddy would be so proud of you. But, you see, because he saved your Mommy, he can't be here. Don't worry though, I am going to make sure Mommy and you are well taken care of."

Traci smiled and then whispered, "Sam?"

Sam turned gently, walked towards her and said, "And this is your Aunt Traci. She missed all the excitement today, because you were in such a rush to be here."

Traci ohhed, ahhed and put her hands out. Once Sam placed the tiny bundle carefully into her arms she asked, "What happened?"

He quietly answered, "She was at the cemetery. Today was just a rough day for her. When I finally got her calmed down and headed back to the truck, her water broke. We didn't make it to the hospital. I ended up delivering this little guy on the front seat of my truck." He then patted Traci on the shoulder, "Traci, may I introduce you to Grayson Collins. Grayson, your Aunt Traci."

"I don't know what to say Sam."

"Say your going to buy me drinks and clean my truck."

Traci laughed, which caused Andy to stir.

"Traci, you made it."

"Yep, looks like you didn't need me after all."

When Andy and Grayson first went home, everyone took turns coming to the house helping where they could. Slowly but surely Andy started refusing help. She asserted that she needed to learn to do this on her own without the help of everyone. By the time Grayson was three months old, Andy had a routine down and she announced to everyone that she was so appreciative of them, but she would prefer her friends to come to visit them not to help. Everyone understood but still made sure to check on her by inviting her out or over to their house.

Grayson was six months old when Andy returned to work. Frank started her off on desk duty much to her dislike. She had argued that everyone had done plenty to help her out and she needed to start doing things on her own. All she felt was everyone was babying her since Nick died and pointed that out to Frank. She told him she was going to have to learn to do things on her own. Nick was never coming back and she would just have to get use to it. Frank smiled at her and told her, he was the boss and he would win.

When Grayson was about to turn nine months, Frank let her back out on the streets. She rode by herself most days but every once in a while, Frank would pair her with Oliver. Frank understood it would be hard for her to partner with anyone so she rode sole for now. He figured when the next batch of rookies came in, he would ask her to be a TO because he knew she would be a great Training officer.

It was a cold and chilly night when Sam arrived on scene. Dispatch had called and woke him up saying there had been a request for a detective for a homicide. He walked up to the burnt remains of the house to be surprised to see Andy standing there taking statements. It was one in the morning and his mind wandered to Grayson, thinking whom he was with. He walked up to her, "Hey, are you on scene supervisor?"

"Yep, we have exhibit A," Andy motioned to show the house, "one burnt residence, courtesy of one ex-boyfriend." She then pointed to the car, "exhibit B, the ex-girlfriend and kids by Dov's car."

Sam looked at her puzzled, thinking dispatch had said they needed a homicide detective right?

She chuckled at his face, knowing what he was thinking. "Yep, I need a homicide detective." She motioned him over to the back of the house. To his surprise, there lay a very badly burned body.

Andy motioned her hand towards the body, "Exhibit C, one crispy person. All occupants of the house are accounted for so the mystery is for you to solve."

Sam chuckled, "Ok, witnesses?"

"We took down statements from neighbors and the ex-girlfriend, they didn't really see anything until the house was full engulfed. "

Just as Sam was about to ask something, one of the firemen walked up to them.

"Officer McNally, the house is cleared. Not really much to tour but I will make sure the chief sends over the report to your department so you can put it in your notes."

Sam watched Andy smile, lighting up her face. "Thank you, its much appreciated Brad."

"No problem. Oh, are we still on for drinks tomorrow night?"

"Yep, I am off tomorrow. Can't wait." Andy smiled.

"All righty, we are going to wrap it up and head to the house then." Brad waved and walked off.

Sam could barely contain his jealousy and anger. All kind of thoughts went through his head and kept him occupied. When did she start dating? Why hadn't he noticed it? And who the heck was this Brad?

Andy turned to him, "Well, I guess that settles it. If you don't need me I am going to head back out. I will leave two officers behind to watch the scene for you."

Sam mumbled, "Ok."

Just as Andy started to walk away, "Hey, Andy?"

She turned around to look at him, "Yeah?"

'Who has Grayson? I mean, I thought you didn't like leaving him with a babysitter overnight?"

Andy looked at him puzzled, "Traci has him. I told Frank, I would take night shift as a supervisor for him if it wasn't Traci's on call week."

"Oh," Sam tried to hide his hurt feelings.

"I have to learn to leave him Sam. Overnight seems to be the easiest for him. Unfortunately it's the roughest for me because I get very little sleep. But what can I do? I have to make it work"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Ok, if you need anything else just give me a shout."

Sam's mind was spinning, how did he miss her start dating?

Two weeks later, Traci walked into the office carrying Grayson. "Hey, I am going to head out."

Sam raised an eyebrow, "Andy working tonight?"

"She is having drinks."

Sam mumbled and went back to his work.

"What is wrong with you? You have been stomping around here like someone destroyed your favorite toy. "

"Nothing, see you on Monday."

"Ok."

Andy barged into the room, Sam looked up to see her dressed in her boots, jeans and a sweater. He let out a deep sigh and went back to his paperwork.

Andy leaned in to kiss Grayson and she looked at Traci, "Hey, I have to get going but I wanted give loves to him before I headed out. I shouldn't be to long. Brad's wife had a rough day at the hospital, so I should be back by nine."

"Great, have fun and I can't wait for you to show me those photos."

Andy waved at Traci, "Sure, Night Sam."

Andy hurried out of the office and Traci turned to Sam. She could see by his face he was puzzled. She turned back to her desk to pack up, all the while bouncing Grayson on her hip.

Sam looked up at Traci, "Brad is married?"

Traci turned at looked at him with a funny face. "Yes, for five years. Wait, you thought he was dating Andy, didn't you? Is that why you been throwing a tantrum?"

"I have NOT been throwing a tantrum?" he frowned at her.

"Yes you have. For two weeks now. You have been scaring the kiddies." Traci laughed at him and then sighed.

"Brad was one of Nick's army buddies. They served together both tours and he has pictures of Nick while deployed. He talked to Andy at the funeral and offered copies. Brad's wife is making a photo album with names and descriptions so when Grayson is older, he will have an idea what his daddy did. Andy is doing the same thing with all that she has."

"Oh." Sam put his head down and started working on his paperwork.

Traci snickered and grabbed her purse, holding Grayson close to her. She stopped in the doorway, looking at him. "Oh, buck up little camper, you still have a shot." With that she promptly left him as his mind whirled out of control.