Sorry for the delay. Next chapter. Rated T

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

Andy walked to the door of her condo as quietly as she could. Once inside she pulled off her shoes and set her bag down while looking into her living room. The TV was still on an Sam was asleep on the sofa. Careful not to wake him she crept into the room and saw Grayson lying on is his chest, sound asleep.

She smiled at the sight of the two of them together and thought back to when Sam had proposed the idea of him babysitting.

Two weeks after Grayson was born Sam showed up at her door one night unannounced, arms full of groceries and a stuffed animal for Grayson. She had tried to tell him she was OK and everything was fine. But he wouldn't have it. Instead he handed her a bottle of water and a magazine, pointed her to the living room and ordered her to sit while he took over the kitchen. At one point during their dinner he explained that she could not take care of Grayson properly if she was not taken care of herself. He conceded that she was strong and able but he still made it clear that he would come over one day every other week to give her a break and more importantly to prepare a good home cooked meal for her. After that night, the tradition was started. The first couple of times Sam came, she slept and he ended up staying the night on her sofa explaining it was just in case she needed him. However soon Andy became more confident and went to the store, got her hair and nails done, took a bath instead of her quick five minutes shower like she normally would or went out for the evening for some girl time. Either way, he still cooked for her and made sure Grayson was well taken care of while she had some time for herself.

That had been over ten months ago and no matter how much she protested Sam told her he was not going to stop anytime soon. She had successful begged off the others when Grayson was three months old but Sam wouldn't budge and she soon found herself giving him a key to her place just in case.

Andy leaned over the back of the sofa and rubbed Grayson back before she slowly lifted him up. Sam sucked in air and opened his eyes when he felt Grayson move. Andy quietly said, "Shh, it's OK. I am just going to put him down." Sam nodded and leaned back, closing his eyes.

After putting Grayson down, Andy walked back out to the living room and sat down in the chair next to the sofa. She put her feet up and smiled. Sam opened his eyes and sat up, "Hey, how was your evening?"

"Good, Traci got called out to a homicide. You OK? You were asleep kind of early. It's only eight thirty."

He smiled as he rubbed his head and then his neck. "I didn't think I was that tired but he and I just zonked out. I do have to say, he is starting to get brave and let one hand go of the furniture tonight. His furniture walking days are numbered and pretty soon he is going to take off."

Andy sighed, "Yep. And then he will be running. Right now he can army crawl so fast to get into the electronics, I can only imagine what he is going to get into walking."

Sam smiled, "he must get that Army crawl from his father."

Andy smirked, "Its in his genes I guess. Any luck on getting him to say your name?"

"Nope, just kept saying 'mama'. But he has got quite a grip. I dropped a bowl while I was holding him and he got startled. I thought he was going to rip my chest hairs out when he grabbed my shirt. That boy has a grip," Sam shook his head.

"Well at least this time he wasn't looking for the meal ticket on you."

Sam chuckled, "He is starting to understand that the sippy cup is not so bad of replacement from mom.

"Oh man. It will be so nice to go back to normal bras and t-shirts once he is weaned off. I can't tell you how much I am looking forward to not having to worry about leaking all the time and maybe the occasional glass of wine."

Sam smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Yes, I guess you are right. But I think some people will be sad. I heard Officer Troy say you had quite the rack since having a kid."

Andy threw a throw pillow at him. "Yeah, yeah, you carry these around. I will be glad to get back to my regular cup size instead these." She grinned at him, "Is it OK if I go take a bath? I am sore all over from the other day."

"Sure, he is sleeping and I'm just going to have a beer before I hit the rack." He smirked at her, "Try not to get stuck this time please."

Andy waved at him as she walked away, "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Andy eased herself into the tub, sighed and placed the gel mask on her face. She laid back in the tub relaxing into the warm water. The bubbles and the candles brought back memories of getting stuck in the tub when she was 8 months pregnant.

She had run herself a bath hoping it would calm her nerves from the day. She was freaked out about giving birth, but she was also freaked out about doing everything alone. She laid back flat in the tub and relaxed. It was not until three hours later when the water got cold that she realized she couldn't right herself. She tried rolling, she tried bending but she was stuck in that position. It took some fancy footwork to get her phone off the side of the tub, but in the end she did it and got the phone to her hands. She called Traci and got her voicemail. She called Gail and got her voicemail. She even tried Dov and Chris. No answer. She cursed at her phone and then called Sam. She knew he was going to laugh and make fun of her but she couldn't stay like this forever. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief when Sam answered on the second ring. She explained she was stuck and asked if he would come rescue her. Maybe to avoid the embarrassment a little bit longer, she refrained from explaining how exactly she was stuck, but she figured he would find out once he had picked the lock and gotten to her. Twenty minutes later, Sam was standing over her having to stifle a laugh as he helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her. Even when he left the room to get her robe, she still heard him chuckling. But when she finally joined him the kitchen, Sam had made her a mug of hot cocoa and they chatted at her kitchen table about everything. Later when he finally decided to leave, he promised her not to tell anyone. He also made her promise him in return to call him before she took a bath next time. That way he could at least be in the house to help instead of breaking in. It would just be her bad luck that someone would call the police on him and then she could be sure her little predicament would not be kept so quiet.

Andy came out of her musing and realized the water was starting to cool. She snuffed out the candles, started to drain the tub and got out. By the time she was dressed and walking into the kitchen, Sam was sound asleep. She grabbed a glass of water and quietly went into her room. She laid down and snuggled into the covers, looking over at the glass of water which reminded her of the time Grayson and her got really sick.

Grayson had been only four months old when the flu struck her house. She felt off already when she put him in his car seat but she knew she had to drive him to the doctors. All the way there she held her own and made it until the doctor and nurse came in to look at the baby. She had thought she was doing ok. But she had barely handed over Grayson to the nurse before she was throwing up all over the doctor's shoes. Before she knew it, she was in a wheel chair being taken outside. She was so groggy and tried to ask where her son was. The nurse smiled and pointed her towards a vehicle. There stood Sam as he put Grayson into his car seat. She watched as he turned and smiled at her. Mindful of her weak constitution the nurse and Sam helped her into the truck. Andy sat slumped against the seat as he reached over and buckled her in too exhausted to do much more than smile in gratitude as he handed her a bucket. He then patted her on the arm, "I got you, OK."

She didn't remember the car ride home or how she got in her bed when she woke up after a couple of hours. Only later she found out that the doctor had called her emergency contacts and had reached Sam. Traci was out with the flu too. So Sam told them he would be more then happy to pick her and the baby up. The doctor then gave Andy Phenergan to help with the nausea and pedilite for the baby. By the time Sam arrived Andy was zoned out. . It would seem like she had ignored how bad she was feeling because of Grayson. Sam end up burning three days of leave helping her get back on her feet while he tended to Grayson. Andy was more than glad and also a little amazed at how he didn't get it when everyone else did. Once she finally started to get better again she thanked him profusely for days. She was very grateful that he had been there for her.

Andy sighed and pulled the covers up a little higher, rolled over and fell sleep.

Four days after Andy had found Sam and her son sleeping on her living room sofa, he was jolted awake by the ringing of his cell phone. He glanced at his clock and picked up the cell phone. "This better be good for two AM."

"Sam, I am picking you up in fifteen minutes! Be ready. It is an all hands homicide." Traci breathed into the phone and he heard her moving around quickly.

"What happened?" Sam shot up from his bed. Where were his pants?

"It is an officer on night shift."

Sam stopped moving and tried not to freak out over the phone. His brain rattled around who was on duty. "Who has Grayson?"

"My mom. She has both Grayson and Leo. I don't know who it is and Andy is not answering her phone. She is shift supervisor."

"Shit. GET HERE." Sam threw his phone down and slipped on his boots. He grabbed his 'go-bag' and went outside. After a couple of minutes in the coolness of the night Traci pulled up and he jumped in.

"Anything on the radio? What car is she?"

Traci shook her head, "Nothing, I haven't heard her on the radio yet. But you know that doesn't mean anything."

He shook his head and opened his phone. He scrolled through the list and looked for Frank's number. He found it and dialed.