Andy was already sitting in the parade room waiting for the morning meeting to start when he walked in. He picked her out of the crowd immediately and watched the back of her head as he took his usual place at the back of the room on the desk with his back resting against the window. Oliver and Gerry spoke quietly by the podium and he thought he should join them but for now he wanted to take advantage of this vantage point while he still could.

After the last stragglers came into the room, Oliver called for hush and it immediately fell over the crowd.

"Last night we saw a remarkable decrease in B&E compared to this time last year. This is probably due to the increase in foot patrol in residential areas thanks to Initiative Nightvision which started early last month so well done to everyone involved. 3 DUIs were brought in and are awaiting processing in booking. Peckstien, it's your turn today, don't forget to clean out the drunk tank." The room broke out into hoots and hollers and Gail looked around at them all with disdain. "Today is finals day in 2 of the universities so we're expecting a major influx of student drinking in Harbourd Village and Grange Park. Cars fifteen-oh-six and fifteen-oh-nine to patrol consistently in those areas. We will have booking cleared and ready to go should there be an influx. Assignments have been posted but before you go…"

Oliver stepped back and let Gerry take the podium. Everyone had been expected it and no one made to leave.

"Yesterday we had an AAWC staged on Parkside drive. The victim was Professor James Cantewell." An unintentional silence fell over the room for a minute before Gerry continued. "This is the 2nd unsolved murder we've seen in as many nights. Both seem to be connected, both have left us with nothing to investigate but our thumbs up our asses. So today, while out on patrol I need diligence in every report. I need details and I need you to call it in the minute to see anything out of the ordinary."

Gerry looked around the room, made eye contact with as many of them as he could then nodded and stepped back. Oliver took his place again. "Take care out there guys, be safe, be seen."

The room exploded with noise of chatter and scraping chairs as everyone stood up and went to sort out their assignments. From the back of the room Sam watched as Andy went to check the board with Traci then saw her put her hand up to her forehead and they both walked out, Traci with her arm draped over her friends shoulders. Sam smiled. He hadn't read the board yet but from her reaction, he had an idea what she had read there.

Andy let Traci lead her out to the café and made herself a coffee. She rubbed her face with her hands and moaned.

"How am I supposed to sit in a car with him all day after what happened last night?"

"God Andy you kissed, you didn't sleep with him…" Traci looked at her with a sideways glance. "Or did you? Are you holding out on me McNally?" she teased.

"No!" Andy shrieked louder than she meant garnering a few looks from the other officers nearby. "We just kissed. But…"

"But what?"

"It was a pretty fucking hot kiss… and if his phone didn't ring-"

"You mean if his girlfriend hadn't called."

"Ohhhhhhh!" Andy moaned again and covered her face with both hands. "Why do I let myself get into these situations?"

"Because you have been sniffing round that hot Swarek piece of ass since you tackled him on your first day. It was only a matter of time. And frankly McNally, I am shocked that you even made it this far without jumping on him!" They laughed as they walked away from the café in the bullpen towards the garage.

"Geez Traci, don't hold back, say what you feel."

"What! You know it's true. Don't even pretend it's not."

"It's not all true…I mean it wasn't me who jumped him, it was the other way round." They shared a glance and were both laughing as they came through the heavy door into the parking lot where Sam was standing against the back of the patrol car twirling the keys in his hand. Andy's laugh died in her throat as they approached.

Traci kept walking but couldn't help but look back for a glance at the meet up. Andy stopped short at the corner of the car and her eyes fell everywhere but on him. He sat and waited for her to say something but each of them was as stubborn as the next. Traci shook her head and look away. No wonder it took them this long to hook up she mused as she climbed into the car and let Williams drive them out of the lot.

Sam let her squirm a little longer then when he thought she was about to burst he smiled and stood up off the car. "Ready?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

She climbed into the passenger seat and as usual he drove. They pulled out into the street and were sitting in traffic on Queen Street when he spoke next. "You know, car fifteen-oh-three is my favourite patrol." Andy wasn't sure she had heard him right so she ignored him. All the patrol cars were more or less identical cars. "Do you have a favourite?"

"What? A favourite patrol car?"

"Yeah, fifteen-oh-three is my favourite."

"Why do you have a favourite? They are all the same."

"No they aren't." Sam patted the dashboard as if he was soothing the cars feelings. "This one, this patrol was where I made my first score."

"Score?"

"Arrest." He cast her a sideways glance with a smile. "It was a drug bust. I was about two weeks on the job and I made a drug bust outside a high school. It was in this car. The guy was tweaking pretty hard. By the time I got him back to the barn he had ralphed all over the back seat, through the railing, over me and my TO, the radio equipment, everything. It was actually quite impressive."

Andy was laughing but trying to hide it as he spoke but Sam smiled too so she let it go.

"That doesn't sound like a great memory. Certainly not one strong enough to instil love in a patrol car."

"I had to clean it all up, my TO was raging." Sam laughed along with her. "But I didn't care. It was my first bust. I'll never forget it. And it was in this car."

"Cool story." She nodded along with him and smiled. "My first bust was in fifteen-ninteen."

Sam pulled up at the front of the line of traffic by the red light and looked over at her. "Yeah, I was there. I think I remember."

She smiled crookedly at him and he returned it with a wink.

The rest of their patrol passed by without incident. They stopped at a deli for lunch and were back in the division shortly after Eight PM. Andy flipped through her notebook to go over her notes before sitting down to do her paperwork. Sam went over to where Gerry was sitting at his desk and pulled up a chair next to him.

"Any joy on the case?"

"Still waiting on some lap reports back from the car but so far no connections can be made between these two. No overlap in the slightest."

"There has got to be something. Bank details, credit card, gym membership, online dating?!" As Sam reeled off the list Gerry was shaking his head. "Nothing?"

"No suspects within their friends or families and the few who are suspect all have water tight alibis."

Sam sat back in his chair and let it swing from side to side.

"How was your day?"

"Calmer than usual."

"Oh? Weren't you riding with McNally?"

"Yeah. So?"

Gerry laughed and looked over his shoulder to ensure no one was close by. "Usually when you ride with McNally you have more than one good story to tell."

"Yeah, calmer than usual."

"Something going on I should know about?" Sam shook his head and Gerry continued. "You still seeing that firefighter?" Sam nodded. "So what's going on with McNally?" Sam shrugged. Gerry shook his head. "You are going to get yourself in deep if you don't get your shit together."

Sam nodded. He looked over at Andy who was crouched over her PC and working furiously at finishing their paperwork. "I'm going to go. Talk to you later." He got up and walked over to where Andy was working. "Anything you need me to do?"

"No, I'll be finished up here very shortly. You can take off. I owe you after all for the other night."

"Oh?" Sam looked at her and smiled and she blushed.

"I mean from the other night when you finished the paperwork. This time I'll do it. It's my turn I mean." She stammered her way around the words and knew her cheeks were reddening under his scrutiny.

"Okay McNally. You got this. See you tomorrow."

"I'm off tomorrow." She called after him. "See you Sunday."

"See you Sunday then."

Sam went home and showered then fell into bed. It was just nearing 10pm but he was bone tired. He lay starfish on the bed and was asleep in moments. He had left his windows open and a cool summer breeze drifted across the room causing havoc with his dreams. He dreamt she was blowing cold air across his torso. Her fingers trailing from his neck to his pelvis, barely touching him and causing wave after wave of desire to course through him. He wanted to reach out and grab her but he preferred to let her set the pace and it wasn't long before he was about ready to pounce from the torture she was enlisting on him. He watched her long brown hair trail down his chest as her lips made their way to his pelvis. He always knew Andy's hair, splayed across his thighs would be one of the hottest sights he would ever see.

Her nails scraped up his legs and she kissed his inner thigh. Her tongue appeared to lick his cock from the underside of the base to the top and flicked across the sensitive tip. It was enough to wake him up and before he opened his eyes he felt that sinking sensation of disappointment only to be followed by the sensation of his cock being enveloped completely in a hot wet mouth.

Sam's eyes flew open and he looked down to his crotch, expecting to see nothing, only to see Emma's mouth taking him in then releasing him exquisitely slowly.

"Emma…what are you doing?" He gasped.

She looked up at him and smiled. "If you can't tell, then I'm doing it wrong."

Sam laughed then gasped as she took him in her mouth again. This time faster, she used her tongue in ways he wasn't sure was possible and though he wasn't sure how long this was happening for, but he knew it wasn't going to last for much longer. His hips moved with her mouth. He grabbed bunches of the sheet beneath him but one hand moved to her head, buried in her hair and helped her keep the rhythm he needed. She cupped his balls, hummed with each down stroke and pinched his nipple. He didn't know how she could multitask so well but didn't care to examine it further at this very moment.

Sam felt his crescendo nearing closer, he moved his hips faster, and she tightened her lips grip on him and started to suck at the beginning of each upstroke causing a tight vacuum he wasn't expecting.

"Emma…Em…" he called out her name to warn her but she took no heed and kept going. He couldn't hold it any longer and instead released his grasp on this world and plummeted into another. She kept him in her mouth, sucking slower and softer now until he had finished completely, and when he had, she released him with an audible pop.

She kissed his legs, his pubic bone and all the way up his heaving chest to his neck.

"Hey stranger…"

"Hey…" he managed to get out through raspy breath. He didn't have the energy to move his limbs to pull her into a hug. She lay flat on her back next to him and only then did he notice that she was fully clothed. "What was that for?"

"No reason… do I need to have a reason to go down on you?"

"No, god no, never. Reasons are overrated." He chuckled. Finally he managed to move and he rolled over onto his side and kissed her deeply. "Hey."

"Miss me?"

"Yeah. You know what else is overrated?" he tugged on her clothing. "This top, those pants and no doubt whatever underwear it is you are wearing." Emma chuckled and sat up to pull off her top. She looked back over her shoulder at him and winked and he realised she wasn't wearing any underwear. "I stand corrected. Your underwear is not underrated."

She leaned back and shimmied out of her pants then crawled back up into the bed into the circle of his arms. After that excursion Sam was even more sleepy and he punched the pillow beneath his head to make it more comfortable. Then tucked her in close to him and sighed contentedly. She draped one arm over his torso to play with the hairs there and one leg over his trapping them in place.

Sam loved the way her breasts felt against his chest and her crotch against his thigh. He stroked soft circles into her lower back with one hand while the other captured the hand on his chest and held it there. He closed his eyes and cursed himself for letting that happen.

It was brown hair he saw on his thighs, it was her smile he saw before he opened his eyes and worst of all, it was her lips he imagined around his cock before he realised what was happening. But it was too late. There was no stopping that freight train once he realised.

Andy joined the others at the Penny. Knowing she had the following day off work she decided it was time to blow off a little steam. She managed to convince Chris and Dov to come dancing with her in a club nearby and they kicked it off by killing some shots at the bar. She danced and jumped around the floor and soon found herself in the arms of a tall broad man who held her close as they danced.

She looked up and he captured her lips with his in a quick kiss that she didn't hate. She went with him to the bar and they had a cocktail and at some point Chris came over to see if she was ok. She waved him off with a smile and a wink and nodded when he asked her if she wanted to get some fresh air.

Andy took his hand. Detoured their exit by the table where her friends were sitting and said her goodbyes. Out in the cool night air, Andy slipped and arm around his waist and he walked with her close by his side.

"So…my place is only a few blocks from here."

"Sounds great." She smiled up at him and let her fingers find the edge of his shirt so she would work her way under it and touch his skin. That was all the encouragement he needed. Their pace quickened and she before she knew it she was standing in a strangers apartment while he offered her coffee.

It was a wide studio apartment, well furnished with expensive taste. Several magazines on the coffee table were placed just so and Andy wondered if they were props. The bed was a large 7ft sleigh bed that looked a little out of place but with the rear wall made up of tall floor to ceiling windows that looked over the city she was enchanted.

"Here, coffee, two sugars as requested."

"Thanks." Andy sipped her coffee and then looked at her companion as if for the first time. He was considerably taller than her. Sallow skin pierced by bright blue eyes and a dazzling smile. Light brown hair that she knew must get lighter in the sun and broad shoulders that screamed many hours at the gym. Exactly what she needed.

She put her coffee down on the table and took his out of his hands and put it down next to hers. Then she turned to him and pounced. He caught her easily. Lifted her up against him and pressed her into his already growing erection. She kissed him hungrily as he walked them over to the bed. He let her down softly and she landed on her knees to keep kissing him. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt as he tried to undo her jeans.

Soon he was topless and he had sunken his hands into the back of her jeans under her panties and pulled her against him. He pushed her back into his bed and pulled off her shoes then slowly, teasingly pulled her jeans down and dropped them into a puddle by the end of the bed. He toed off his own shoes and dropped his pants and crawled up the bed to hover over her.

She reached up for him and kissed him and tried to pull him down on top of her but he was resistant. She could tell now that he wanted this to last and what she wanted was oblivion. She sat up and pushed him over onto his back then straddled him and leaned down to kiss him again.

"Do you have eh…" she asked

"Yeah, top drawer." Andy leaned over and reached into the top drawer for a condom then without hesitation ripped it open with her mouth and moved lower to straddle his thighs. He gasped and arched his back as she circled his base with one hand and rolled it on with the other then without preamble she moved over him and took him inside her in one swoop.

"Oh god." He held her hips in place for a moment, in a futile attempt to try and still her but her need was more wanton and she persisted. She sat up fully, balanced herself off his chest and moved her hips against him, slower but in ever an increasing motion. But it wasn't enough. She found herself leaning further back, her hands moved from his chest to his legs and she found the angle she needed. Once there she moved faster, and harder and it was all he could do to hold on.

Her breasts moved fast, bouncing up and down with the same ferocity of her hips and he reached up to grab them, fondle them and stroke her nipples which his thumbs. Now it was he who needed more. He sat up in one motion, swiftly rolled over and braced his feet at the bottom board of the sleigh bed so he could pump into her harder.

All pretence of romance were gone, no longer were they in seduction mode, he wasn't even very sure if they were ever there, it felt like they had gone from dancing and polite conversation to fucking in his apartment. Not that he minded. He looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her arms reached up over her head to brace herself off the headboard so she could counteract his movements.

He felt himself close and thought by the expressions on her face that she was too. He leaned down and took one of her breasts in his mouth and suckled hard, then took the other one, nipped her neck and kissed her ear then knowing he was about to tip over, he reached in between them and moved his thumb to her throbbing core.

Her face changed instantly. Her eyebrows arched and her mouth opened as she let out a series of short sharp pants. He pushed into her hard two more times then finally he released. He thought he felt her twitching around him but he couldn't be sure and right now there was nothing he could do about it anyway.

He fell on top of her and quickly rolled off her. Andy lay there panting. Panting and disappointed. Sure it was good. Sure she orgasmed but it wasn't the powerful release she was hoping for. She had gone to that club to scratch an itch. An itch she had been feeling for quite some time and now as she lay naked next to this near total stranger she realised she was still itchy.

"So, em…I didn't catch you name." she said as he rolled over to the edge of the bed to toss away the condom and move under the sheets. He held it aside and invited her in and reluctantly she accepted.

"You don't remember my name from the bar?" he chuckled as he held her close against him. "I feel so dirty, so used."

"And you remember mine?"

"Yeah of course I do Andy." He said pointedly.

"Oh god!" she covered her face with her hands and he laughed with her.

"My name is Samuel."

Andy froze. "What?"

"Well my friends call me Sam. I think you qualify for that now." He kissed her neck and snuggled in behind her. Andy closed her eyes over and groaned internally.

A/N: bonus smut chaper because I couldn't sleep. Doesn't really do anything for the story but who cares. Smut!