A/N: An FYI... this is set just after "Best Laid Plans" episode but the UC operation was never on the table so *that* call was never placed.

Andy rolled out of bed and dragged herself into the shower. The hot water was invigorating enough to wake her up fully and by the time she was dressed and walking out the door she was ready for the day. She strolled to work at a leisurely pace, stopping off at the coffee shop around the corner for a latte. She was queuing to place her order, spying the pastries in the display and debating whether to get an apple turnover or not.

"Good morning, What can I get for you?"

"Hmmm…can I get a large mocha latte with cream and a…" She pressed a finger to her lips.

"Trying to decide on your morning treat?" the barista asked as she prepared Andy's coffee.

"Oh who am I kidding, I'm not trying to decide if I should get one…just which one I should get?"

"Well we have a special on this morning, 2 cinnamon swirls for the price of one. It's a new recipe!"

"Sold. And could you add another latte, without cream, to the order?"

"Of course."

With the coffees in one hand, and the pastry bag in the other Andy got to the back door of the division and struggled to get it open. She juggled her packages and fished her keys out of her pocket. She held them between her teeth and bent down to swipe the sensor with her ID badge but couldn't get it to work.

"Dammit…" she mumbled as she tried again.

Sam approached, his bag slung over his shoulder and smiled at the scene that greeted him. She was almost bent in half, and looked like she was trying to lick the sensor. He watched her for a minute before finally speaking.

"Having trouble McNally?"

Andy looked over her shoulder without straightening up and smiled at him, her keys still dangling from her mouth.

"Help me!" she said but it came out garbled around her keys. He understood her but pretended not to.

"Sorry?"

"Sam…" she stood up and turned to him and shook her head to jingle the keys. He smiled and walked over to the door, swiped it with his own ID and pushed it open. She went to step in past him but stopped right in front of him. She jutted out her chin and shook her head again. He opened his hand beneath her mouth and she dropped her keys into it. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

"Maybe I will give you your coffee." She walked in through the bullpen to the break room and put her things onto one of the tables.

"One of those is for me?" He handed her back her keys.

She passed him his cup then opened the pastry bag. She took out one of the cinnamon swirls and looked at it with wide open eyes.

"Breakfast?"

Andy nodded. She sat into one of the chairs, propped her feet up onto another on and took a bite. Sam watched as she closed her eyes and let her head roll back then emitted a soft moan of delight. He was so transfixed on the scene before him, he didn't notice that she pushed the paper bag towards him.

"I got one for you."

"Huh?"

She opened her eyes, reached for her coffee and looked up at him as she took a sip.

"A cinnamon swirl. I got you one. Well they gave me a free one, you can have it."

"Oh, right. Thanks." He sat across from her and tore the bag open. He ripped a piece of the pastry off and popped it into his mouth. She was smiling crookedly at him as he drank his coffee. "What? Do I have a milk mustache or something?"

"No." she took another bite of her pastry and just kept smiling.

Oliver came in through the double doors and went straight to the coffee machine. He was already dressed in uniform and was fixing his vest as he waited for his coffee to pour.

"Hey!" he said to both of them. "Another day of solving crimes and filling in paperwork ahead!"

"You make it sound like the Scooby Doo team have desk duty." Sam said as Oliver came over to the table and joined them.

"Well if they did, they might not have had the high solve rate. Oh! Pastries!" Oliver reached over and took a chunk off the swirl that was in front of Sam and bit into it.

"Help yourself!"

Andy finished her own swirl and let her head roll back again as the taste lingered. Sam watched her tongue appear to lick her lips then one by one she suckled on her fingertips. He looked down at his own hand, sticky with the icing from his roll and instantly an image of her licking his fingers came to mind. He looked up to find her watching him with a crooked smile on her lips like she knew what he was thinking.

"So if you hear from him, will you let me know?" Oliver was talking. Still dazed by the image that was burning in his mind Sam looked over at Oliver and tried to recall what he had been saying.

"What?"

"Mark Smith. The Detective out of Division 12."

"Yeah, what about him?" Andy stood and took the crumpled paper bag to throw into the bin with her finished coffee.

"You're a hell of a listener Sam!"

"It's Monday, its early, gimme a break!"

"Yeah," Oliver bit another chunk of his swirl and watched Sam follow Andy out of the room with his eyes. "Well hopefully you won't be this distracted out on patrol today."

Oliver finished the pastry and dusted off his hands before he stood and left the room, patting Sam on the shoulder as he passed. Sam sat in the break room for a few minutes more. He was sure he would have the upper hand in the teasing department but it seemed something in Andy had snapped and she wasn't ready to sit back and take his ribbing any more. Slowly Sam got off the chair and went to the locker room to change into uniform before parade.

The parade room was full when he got there so he leaned back against the door frame and waited for Frank to finish his morning meeting. Once it was over he immediately went out to the car and was already sitting in the driver's seat when Andy arrived. She put her bag into the boot and climbed in beside him.

"What, no complaining about me driving?"

"No. Not today."

"What makes today so special?" he started the engine and pulled out onto the street.

"Yesterday I pulled a woman out of a burning car. I saved her life Sam!" She was alive with energy. Her smile was wide across her face and Sam couldn't help but respond with a crooked smile of his own. "It was amazing. I was amazing!"

"Yeah, you were." Sam laughed with her. "But don't let it get to your head McNally. Cockiness can get you killed on this job."

"I'm not being cocky! I don't think I'm invincible or anything, it's just for the first time…I just feel like I can make it, rather than fake it."

"Good." Sam glanced over. She was still smiling.

The radio crackled asking them for their location. Andy took the handset and responded.

"Car 15-oh-5, report to Doyle's Bar on the corner of Queen st West and Markham st. Manger called after a hold up."

"Car 15-oh-5 responding. Over and out."

At the bar, Sam walked in ahead while Andy went to her bag to get her notebook. He found the manager sitting at the bar, a bottle of old Scottish whiskey Glenfiddich in his hand. The room was well lit, narrow and long with booths along the wall across from the bar. The walls were decorated with photos from parties held at the bar, patrons and staff smiling and drinking. In one booth, near where the manager was sitting there was another man, lying down, out cold.

"You reported a robbery?"

"Attempted robbery." The manager nodded his head towards the unconscious man. "He came in just after I opened. I was getting ready for the lunch rush, sorting out the tills and checking pumps. He pulled a gun but I think it was fake."

"You think it was fake?"

"I didn't want to touch it." He pointed at the ground behind the bar. Sam craned his neck to look over and saw a shotgun on the floor.

"Okay, start from the beginning…what happened?"

"I was going to the stock room to restock the liquor shelf. When I came back he was standing right there. He was shouting for me to open the safe, and I told him it was on time release and I couldn't open it. He got mad, he pulled the gun out of his coat so I threw a bottle of whiskey at him."

"Wait what? You threw a bottle of whiskey? At a guy who was pointing a shotgun at you?"

Andy came in and hurried over to where Sam was standing. She was flipping through her notebook trying to find an empty page and was writing the time and date at the top.

"Yeah, well it was instinct I guess…Andy? Andy McNally?" The manager was watching he, and he tilted his head to get a better angle to look at her face.

"Yeah!" she looked up to see who called her name.

"Excuse me," he smiled as he took in her uniform. "Officer Andy McNally…"

"Neil?"

"Oh my god! You have been busy!" He stood up and opened his arms and she stepped in and hugged him tight. "Sorry," he said when he released her. "That's probably not allowed while you are in uniform."

Andy looked up at Sam who was watching the scene with a curious expression on his face. She blushed and stepped back then fiddled with her notebook to refocus.

"That's ok. So…you were robbed?"

"No, he didn't get anything but a bottle of whiskey to the head."

"We'll need to call a bus in to take care of this guy."

"I have video footage for you guys as well." He held out a USB stick towards Andy but Sam reached out and took it. He pressed the button on his shoulder radio and stepped away to make the call for an ambulance.

"You threw a bottle of whiskey at him?" Andy walked over to check the perp out. He wasn't cut but had a golf ball sized welt on his forehead where the bottle connected. His pulse was strong and steady so Andy stepped back, careful not to walk on the broken glass on the floor.

"Yeah, damn expensive bottle too." Neil but the other bottle onto the bar.

"Who knew whiskey could be used for crime prevention," she said.

"So…you're a cop?"

"Yeah, about 14 months now."

"Wow I'm stunned. I can't believe it."

"Why so stunned?" she smiled at him and brushed her hair behind her ear.

"Well the Andy I knew was more interested in breaking rules than following them."

"That was a long time ago."

"McNally…" Sam was by the door and called her over. She nodded at Neil and walked over. "Sorry to interrupt your reunion there…"

"Neil? We went to school together. I haven't seen in in forever."

"Ok so do you want to maybe get his statement before you find out what he's been up to for the last 4 years?"

"Yeah, of course, sorry."

Sam watched as Andy flipped her notebook open and returned to Neil who was sitting, waiting at the bar. She stood next to him and was writing furiously in her notebook. He shook his head and went over to stand next to her where he could watch Neil up closely.