A/N: Shit guys, this was supposed to be a case file kind of fic but its just spiralling down the smut fic drain...I couldn't help it... it just kinda happened!

The bar she met Neil in was busy and loud. She spotted him from across the room and waved. He started to make his way towards her but she waved him back over the loud music and made a gesture to the bar. She tilted her wrist beside her mouth and he shook his head in response. She went to the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. After paying for it she carried it over to where Neil was leaning against a shelf that along the wall. He reached an arm out to pull her into the crook he was standing in. Andy ended up standing way closer than she would have liked but with such a busy crowd she had no choice.

"You came!" he said but the music was so loud she couldn't hear.

"Huh?"

"You came, I was happy to see you coming in the door."

"Oh right, yeah." She sipped her wine and smiled.

"How was your day?"

"Sorry?" she leaned in closer to him to hear better and he put a hand on her shoulder.

"How was your day?" his voice was soft and warm in her ear, very close to her hear, His breath tousled her hair and she leaned away from him.

"It was tough actually."

"Sorry?"

Andy closed her eyes to calm down then leaned in to him and spoke. "Do you want to go somewhere to get some food? It's pretty hard to catch up in here!"

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

Andy put down her barely touched glass of wine and led him out of the bar. In the street, she pulled on her jacket as she waited for Neil.

"Where to?" she asked when he came out by her side.

"There is a lovely Italian just down the road."

"Great, let's go." She led them in the direction that he pointed and found a small restaurant on the corner. She walked up to the maître d and asked for a table for two. Neil caught up with her as she was being shown to the table and he smiled as she took her seat.

"You hurried off there."

"Oh sorry," she looked up and blushed.

The waiter handed her a menu then another menu and a wine list to Neil. They took a few moments to browse over the options then when she had chosen she signalled for the waiter.

"Are you ready to order?"

Andy replied "yes," at the same time that Neil said "No." They both looked at each other and Andy smiled. "Oh, you're ready?" Neil asked and she nodded her head.

"Yeah," she said as she turned to the waiter. "I'll have a pollo arrabiata, please."

"No starter?" Neil asked.

"No, not for me."

"Ok then I guess I'll just have a good old fashioned lasagne."

"And to drink?"

"Shall we share a bottle of wine?"

"Eh not for me, I have to work in the morning. Just an iced water for me please. "

"I'll have a glass of house red." The waiter left with their orders. "Are you in a hurry?" he asked.

"A hurry? No, no, I just have a long day at work tomorrow, and had a long one today." She rubbed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair.

"What's goin on?"

"Oh just some case files at work."

"I thought you were a beat cop?"

"I am." She was going to leave it at that but realised she was being rude. "I am but when you roll up on a case and turn it over to the detectives, then it's just natural to want to see it through."

"Oh I see."

The waiter arrived with their drinks. They lifted them up and Neil held his out to salute and Andy clinked her glass with his and smiled.

"So, tell me about Europe?"

"It was amazing."

"You went straight after graduation?"

"Went to the airport right after the grad ceremony."

"That day?"

"Yeah," Neil said laughing. "My dad bought me a rail ticket. 3 months to travel around with a backpack."

"3 months?"

"What can I say I fell in love. Both figuratively and literally." He sipped his wine. "I got married in Italy, and we worked in a bar in a small town called Anzio just outside Rome. It was amazing."

"It sounds amazing. And you came home because of your dad?"

"Yeah, well partially." He looked around the room. "My wife, Anna, she died in a car accident."

"Oh my god!" Andy's hand flew up to cover her mouth. "That's awful!"

"When it was all over…the funeral and everything, I packed up to come home. My dad wasn't feeling great so I thought it was right."

"How terrible." Andy felt awful. She had walked into the bar thinking she could have some quick polite conversation, finish with some pleasantries then make her way home as quick as she could. Via Sam's apartment of course. And now she found she was being sucked into a conversation that was way deeper than she was willing to wade through and all she could think of was how to get away.

"It's just over 18 months now, and I guess it gets easier with time…"

"So they say."

"But, we're not here to get maudlin. I've done nothing but have those "oh my how terrible" chats since it happened. How about a "remember when" chat instead!"

Andy smiled.

"Remember when we broke into the school?"

"Which time?"

"Sophomore year."

"Oh…the plastic Flamingos." He was still laughing when the waiter arrived with their food. "Oh man I dunno how they didn't catch us for that."

"Because we were smart!"

"Spending 5 hours sticking a flock of plastic pink flamingos on the football field doesn't exactly ring true as smart."

"Smart because we didn't get caught! Even though we stored those things in the school for a week!"

"Did they catch anyone for it?" he asked as he tasted his food.

"No, but then they wouldn't have suspected the Honour student valedictorian…"

"Or you."

They both laughed. They chatted easily throughout the dinner. He had some of hers, she tasted some of his. He ordered a second glass of wine but she refused again. The waiters took their plates and took coffee orders and they continued to talk. Andy didn't notice the hours slipping by and finally when the check arrived she looked at her watch and was surprised to see it was half ten.

"This was lovely." He said as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. "It was great to catch up."

"Yeah it really was." She dug into her coat for her own wallet but he waved her away when she tried to pay.

"No, no let me."

"Neil, don't be silly!"

"Andy, this is the first time I've laughed this much in a long time. Please, let me."

"Okay, but next time, I'll buy."

"Deal."

Graciously she put her wallet away and smiled. He left the money on the bill and they stood and left the restaurant. Standing in the street she slipped on her coat and looked up and down for a cab.

"Thanks so much for coming tonight, Andy."

"I really enjoyed it."

"Are you taking a cab?"

"If I can find one."

Neil stepped into the street to see the traffic better and spotted one on its way so he lifted his arms and guided it to the curb. "Here you go." He held the back door open and she stepped in. He closed the door and waved as she called out an address to the cabbie and they took off.

Sam lay on his couch with his phone on his chest and a beer in his hand. He has flicked through nearly every station and settled on an old ice hockey game. But Ottawa v Vancouver 1998 wasn't exactly a stellar game. He didn't realise it but the only thing he was really watching was the clock. He had nodded off for a little under an hour and when he woke up the first thing he checked was if he had a missed call. He didn't.

The room darkened around him and when he was struggling to keep his eyes open he decided to give up and go to bed. He turned off the TV and the room went black. He shuffled his way across the room and stumbled up the stairs to his room. He undressed in the darkness not wanting to wake himself up fully and climbed into bed. His eyes drooped closed and he sank further into the pillows with a sigh.

Then the doorbell rang around the house.

Sam lay there for a minute, wondering if he had imagined it. His breath caught in his throat and he listened. Just when he was about to ignore it and get back to sleep it rang again. He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans then hurried down to the door. He pulled it open without looking through the peephole.

She was standing on the top step with a nervous smile on her lips. Sam smiled back and reached a hand out to her. She took it and he pulled her in, then closed the door behind them. She slipped easily into his arms and he hugged her tightly, swaying ever so slightly from side to side.

"I thought you were going to call." He spoke softly against her ear. his voice was low and soft an tickled her.

"I thought it was too late."

"But not too late to come round?"

"Is it?"

"God no." He loosened his grip on her and leaned back. She mimicked his pose and interlocked her fingers behind his back. He leaned down to kiss her gently but it soon turned hungry with need. He was only wearing a pair of jeans, the belt open and hanging down, the top button already undone. They stumbled around the hall, each of them trying to kiss the other but find purchase, the wall, the bannister the stairs. She lay on the steps and he was crouched over her, kissing her neck. Her fingers trailed over his back. As he lowered his torso, and his crotch brushed against hers she rolled her hips op to meet his.

"You know…" he said between kisses. "We could move this upstairs…save you from having to explain linear bruising on your back."

Andy laughed and nodded. He stood away from her and took her arms. Lifted her to her feet then turned her round and pushed her up the stairs with one hand on her butt and the other on her waist. At the top he wrapped his arms around her again and pulled her back against him. He guided her into his bedroom as he kissed her neck and licked the shell of her ear. The room was pitch black with the lights off and the curtains drawn. Not even moonlight or street light could penetrate the curtains he was using. He had bought them during a stint on night shift when he was trying to sleep during the day and hadn't noticed how dark they made the room.

He didn't mind, he could find his way around the room with his eyes closed but it wasn't safety or navigation he was worried about. He wanted to see her. See her face, her body, her hands…everything. He got them to the bed and slowly draped her down, followed her with his body. He left a trail of kisses across her jaw, down her neck and over her shoulders. She whimpered when he left her but he was leaning over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp.

"I want to see you," he said when he returned to her. Her hair was fanned out on the pillow and she looked up at him and smiled. "I need to see you."

She craned her head up to reach him and he met her with hungry kisses. He lifted one leg up between hers and slipped one hand beneath her to pull her up to him. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and rolled her eyes into the back of her head with each roll of his hips that brought them into contact with hers.

She raked her fingernails down his chest, loving the soft hair tangled there. When they trailed down his torso to that small trail of hair that disappeared into her jeans he sucked in his breath. He tugged on her top and whisked it over head and didn't even hesitate to remove her bra. As he blew hot air over her bared breasts she moved her fingers to pull down his zip and lifted one leg high enough to hook into his pocket and pull his jeans off completely. Sam smiled at her ingenuity as he hovered above her naked with her just topless.

She moved to sit up, her hands on his shoulders, pushed him back and he found himself standing beside the bed with her still sitting on it. She was wearing only a pair of tight black jeans and knee high boots with 4 inch heels. He found it extremely erotic but that paled in comparison when she gripped his hips and pulled him closer. His erection was fully extended and without preamble she took him completely into her mouth.

"Oh Jesus " the attack caught him off guard and he jerked against her touch. Her mouth was hot and wet and her tongue was a flat dead weight against his penis. Sam buried one hand in her hair and held her in place so she wouldn't move because he knew as soon as did this would be over.

His mind flashed back to that hockey game he was watching. The face off before the 2nd period was over when two of the players fought solidly for over 4 minutes. Punch after punch, one of them losing a tooth, spat blood and smiled a grotesque smile as he was escorted to the penalty box. Only then could he release her. He looked down at her as she pulled back almost completely then took him in again. The sight was mesmerising. He had seen it only in in dreams and fantasies but this was so much better than he ever imagined. The way her hands pressed his hips and rocked him back and forth, the way her hair moved and brushed his thighs, ticking his tingling skin and how her tongue did this soft circling motion at the tip when she pulled away from him.

With her lips wrapped tightly around him and a slow pace established Andy paused. Her lips circled his base tightly and her tongue was lapping the underside so she emitted a low steady hum and it sent tingling vibrations up his spine and he rolled his head back to let out all the oxygen from his lungs with a moan. He could feel her smile and swung his head back to look down at her. She was looking up at him as she loosened her lips from around his shaft and exhaled hot breath around him. His eyelids drooped from the pleasure and he had to reach one hand to her shoulder to stop himself from collapsing in a boneless pile.

Andy revelled in the sense of power she had over him at this very moment. She let her nails tickle his burning skin, trailed one hand around to his butt and trailed it down the crack, while the other gripped the base of his penis and held him in place. Her lips tightened around him again and she extended her tongue to make more room for him, and then took him in further. She caressed him with her tongue as one hand cupped his balls and squeezed gently. His other hand reclaimed its position in her hair as she pulled back and forth then without warning she released him completely. But before he could protest she wrapped her lips around his balls and sucked them into her mouth.

"Christ!" he bucked against her involuntarily and when she hummed it was all her could do not to explode right then and there. She must have sensed his impending ending he realised, though how he could even formulate a thought was behind him. She pulled back far enough to blow cold air all over his crotch then took in his whole length in one swift motion. This time she forewent the slow pace, she wrapped one hand at the base of his penis and the other caressed his balls and she moved faster and faster.

He helped her motion by moving his hips and supporting her head and each time she had him in her mouth completely she emitted a low moan that reverberated around his body. It didn't take long for that familiar delicious tension to quiver from his core and after two more thrusts his orgasm enveloped him. He let out a long low moan, his head fell back and his eyes closed over.

When he finally had the wherewithal to roll his head forward he half expected her to be gone and his hand to be in her place instead. She kissed his inner thigh, trailed more kisses up leg and nipped at his protruding hipbone. She looked up at him and a lazy smile caressed her lips.

"Wow…" was all he could manage as he dropped to his knees, took her face in his hands and kissed her. When he released her he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. Andy rested her head on his shoulder, kissed his neck and caressed his back. He held her close, rocked back and forth with her and relished the sensation of her skin against his.

"Sam?" she whispered.

"Mmm?"

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh…sorry." But he still didn't pull away. He held her for just a moment more then with a squeeze he released her and stepped aside. "There are new toothbrushes under the sink."

She kissed his cheek then darted for the bathroom. While she was gone, Sam pulled a tee from the drawer and draped it on the end of the bed. He picked up her top and bra and folded it onto the chair then pulled back the duvet and climbed in. His body ached and tingled and he fell against the pillow with a sigh.

In the bathroom Andy went to the toilet then washed her hands and face and rinsed her mouth. She found the toothbrushes he was talking about and brushed with his minty paste then rinsed with his mouthwash. She patted her face dry with a towel then pulled the clips out of her hair and left them on the toilet cistern. She combed her hair out with her fingers, reapplied some lip gloss then smiled at the mirror and went back into the bedroom. Sam was in bed on one side. He had rolled over onto his side with his back to the door. She opened her jeans, sat on the chair by the door and unzipped her boots to pull them off. She peeled off her jeans and left them over the chair. As she climbed into his bed she noticed the tee he had left out for her but she chose to ignore it. He didn't stir when she shimmied up to him

"Sam?" she whispered but there was no response. Andy smiled and shook her head. She reached back to turn off the lamp then rolled over to him and spooned up behind him. She snaked one arm around his waist and pressed her body against him. Instinctively he shuffled back towards her and pulled her arm tighter around him. She kissed the back of his shoulders and let her head sink into the pillow. It wasn't long before she fell asleep with him.

Andy woke up when Sam started trashing in the bed. He tossed and turned, his arm flailing, his head fell to the left and right. She moved away from him and called his name but he was still sleeping. She reached over to turn on the light and blinked in the harsh brightness after such stark darkness. She could see his face was crinkled up as if he was in pain. She reached out to tug on his arm and without warning he sat up and flung his arm out.

"Get the fuck away from her!" he yelled out. His forearm connected with her face and split her lip. Andy yelled out in pain as she fell back onto the bed and it seemed to snap Sam out of his nightmare. He was confused and disorientated and it took him a second to realise that there was someone else in the bed with him. When he turned and saw her lying back on the pillow, her bottom lip split and a trickle of blood trailed down her chin, he almost fell off the bed. "Oh Jesus! Oh my god!" He jumped out of bed and grabbed a towel in the bathroom, wet the corner of it under the tap then hurried back to her side. "I'm so sorry," he said as he pressed the wet corner to her lip.

"It's ok. It was an accident." She tried to smile but it stretched the cut and she winced.

"Oh shit Andy…" he cleaned up the small trace of blood and patted it dry with the towel but it was still bleeding. He pressed the wet corner to it again.

"Sam I'm ok," she covered his hand with her own and squeezed it. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah but then I'm not the one with the split lip."

"Sam, you were having some kind of nightmare." He didn't respond. He focused on her lip; his frown was burrowed deep on his brow. "What was it?"

"I dunno, I've already forgotten."

Andy thought about pushing him for answers but instead she moved her arms around his neck and hugged him. She shimmied closer, sat on his lap and kissed his neck.

"I'm so sorry Andy," he whispered into her hair.

"Shhh." She crawled off him, got back into bed and held out her hand for him to follow. He did, pausing only to turn off the lamp. She was lying on her back, in the warm spot he had just vacated and he lay on his side next to her, his head on her shoulder, his arm over her waist and his leg draped over hers. "Go back to sleep." She rubbed his arm that was on her torso and combed her fingers through his hair. The soft massaging motion rocked him back to sleep in no time.