Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue, and I am in no way affiliated with the cast and crew of the series. My first fic in this fandom; cross-posted to AO3 and .
Story title taken from "When the Day Met the Night" by Panic at the Disco; chapter title taken from "All Alright" by Fun.
Most of the first section of this chapter is from "Mercury Retrograde" – all credits to the wonderful writing staff on that episode; but the rest after is mine.
Gently biting her lip, Andy looked up as she saw the movement of her T.O from the corner of her eye. Gaze locked on his figure as he walked through the sparsely filled floor of the bar, she watched as Sam exited The Black Penny, fumbling for words to say to her fellow rookies. Swallowing hard, she got to her feet, rushing after him in hopes that they could talk – though about what, yet, she really didn't know.
"Sir," she called out as she jogged to catch up with him in the parking lot, trying not to trip over her own feet as she moved along the damp concrete. She added in an almost dim-witted 'hey' when the man in question turned around, and she had to try her hardest not to flush under his attentive gaze.
Her lips quirked up slightly as she heard his replied 'hey', and then the question that had been bugging her since the end of shift that day came falling from her lips. "How do you know Anton Hill won't follow Emily out west?"
Having come to a stop beside what Andy could only suspect was Sam's car, she watched as he turned to face her, their gazes locked as the question hung in the air for a moment. She couldn't help the slight twitch of a smile that came over her lips as Sam looked – in her mind, anyway – utterly adorable as he muttered 'huh'?
"Well, we put her on a bus to Kelowna; how do you know he's not gonna go there and kill her?"
"She didn't go to Kelowna," Sam explained, and a soft 'oh' escaped her lips. Of course he won't tell you where the informant is really going; you're just a rookie to him. "It's not that I don't trust you -" Actually, Sam, you don't trust me. Eight months, remember? "- it just seems like fewer people who know…"
She tried her hardest not to roll her eyes at the comment, knowing that it was a collection of words he was trying to say to make her feel better. It's what T.O's were supposed to do after long days, wasn't it? "Right… yeah… yeah… You really gave up the whole case for her, huh?"
Sam smiled slightly to himself as he watched her head tilt almost imperceptibly to the side, her hair falling away from her face in a way that made his fingers positively itch to touch. "Yeah, well… who knows what I gave up," he replied, smile still playing at his lips. He supposed that he should really put the fact that the case had been lost when she blew his cover behind him, but Sam couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he could rib her over it, still, and gain a reaction from her. "Maybe nothing; Emily's smart that way."
She could tell that over the eight months he had spent under, he had grown to care for Emily. As if the actions from the day weren't enough to make it clear for her, but Andy could tell by the way he smiled and talked so fondly of the woman that she had a place in the officer's heart. Unable to keep her eyes from his face, the next words rolled off her tongue, almost unbidden. "Were you scared in there?"
Watching the way his tongue pressed to the back of his teeth, Andy tried not to wince at how stupid she just sounded. Here she was, talking to a trained police officer who had been on the force for longer than she probably thought, and she was asking stupid questions about fear; fear he probably didn't even feel anymore. She could tell that Sam wanted to laugh with her, but she praised some higher power in her mind when she heard his almost softly spoken reply.
"Yeah," Sam replied, his gaze unwavering as he watched the rookie before him. What was it about this woman that had him so… captivated? What was it about her that made him want to talk, want to get closer to her? The smile remained on his lips as he found himself being drawn slightly closer to Andy. "You?"
Tension was thick in the air as Sam waited to hear Andy's response, and when it came, he was taken by surprise. "No… I mean, you were there."
He was sure the shock was apparent on his face, but Sam quickly schooled his features. Don't read into it, Swarek, he thought to himself as he watched Andy extend her hand. Sliding his hand into hers, Sam smiled as their terribly awkward conversation came to a close. "Let me take you home."
Smiling at the offer, Andy took a step forward, a small laugh leaving her lips as she processed what her T.O was offering. A genuine ride home, or something more, the voice in the back of her head supplied, and Andy wanted nothing more than to find out which of the answers it would be. Her eyes flicked from his down to his lips, and she felt as if she were in a trance; one that she didn't want to find herself out of.
"McNally," Sam spoke, his voice washing over her, causing her eyes to slide back up to his. They both seemed to move closer after he said her name, and Andy couldn't help but hold her breath as she watched the way he tilted his head as they steadily closed the gap between us.
There was a voice in her head screaming at her to stop, telling her that it was a bad idea, given their positions within the division. But there was another voice telling her that she should go for it; that this could be an opportunity that she shouldn't miss out on.
Sam could tell she was having an internal war with herself, and he wanted it over. He wouldn't care whether she stepped closer to him, or left, citing that it was wrong, or that they were letting the day's adrenaline get to them. He would prefer the first option, of course, but if she denied him, it wasn't as if his mind couldn't conjure up scenarios, as it had done for the past day or so. Shaking his head ever so slightly, he used the hand that was still wrapped around hers to tug her closer, closing the final gap between them before pressing his lips to hers.
The touch of their lips stopped the noise inside her head, and Andy let out a startled moan as she felt herself give in to Sam's kiss. Slowly pulling her hand out from between his, she pressed both firmly to his chest, neither pushing him away, nor tugging him closer. Fingers tangling in the fabric of his t-shirt, Andy pulled back from their kiss, her lower lip between her teeth as she looked up at Sam, before nodding. "Yes."
His eyes scanned over her slightly flushed face, eyebrow arched slightly as he tried to decipher what exactly it was that Andy was saying 'yes' to, when it hit him. Chuckling, his hands slid down onto her hips, tugging her closer as he dipped his head down, taking another soft kiss from her lips, before stepping back. "Hop in," he spoke, gesturing to the car beside them. His eyes followed Andy as she moved around the vehicle, sliding into the passenger seat without a word. Brow arched at her silence, Sam took to the driver's seat, making sure they were both ready before starting the car and pulling out of the lot.
Neither of them noticed the figure of Gail Peck that stood in the shadows of The Black Penny, having seen the end of the exchange the T.O and rookie just shared.
Silenced engulfed the space between the two officers sitting in the car as they stared ahead at Andy's apartment complex. The heavy silence, however, didn't bring across awkwardness, as Andy would have predicted; both she and Sam seemed to be too caught up in their own thoughts.
Should I invite him in, or would that be too presumptuous? We could always just have coffee, then I can send him on his way so that awkwardness won't weigh heavy on us tomorrow when shift starts. But what if he makes a move as soon as we step inside? Would I have the willpower to –
"McNally!" Sam ended up shouting, rolling his eyes as the woman beside him jumped at the gruffness of his voice. He had been trying to gain her attention for the better part of five minutes now, but she had been so caught up in her own thoughts – not that he hadn't been so earlier, but obviously she needed to sift through a few more things.
Turning her head to face her T.O, Andy gave an almost sheepish expression as she regarded him. "Yes, Sir?"
The way that final word rolled off her tongue was enough to have Sam's thoughts shooting back into dangerous territory. With a groan, he reached over the centre console, hand wrapping loosely around the back of Andy's neck as he tugged her head forward, slanting their lips together in a rough, yet quick kiss. Pulling back after a few moments, he smirked at the slightly dazed look spread across her face.
"You gonna invite me in, or what?"
Silencing the war raging in her head, Andy ran her tongue lightly along her lower lip, before shyly nodding at Sam; unbuckling her seatbelt and slipping out of the vehicle. Turning around so that she faced the car, Andy slowly walked backwards as a coy grin played across her lips, just waiting for Sam to follow. As the back of her heel hit the lowest step at the front of the building, she paused, arms moving to cross over her chest as her T.O got out the car and jogged over to her, pausing so that there was very little space remaining between them.
"You sure?" Sam found himself asking, suddenly worrying almost too much about his rookie, and just what doing this could mean. He was well aware of the rules against rookies fraternising with their T.O's, but Sam Swarek was not known for following the rules. Andy, however… it was her second day on the job, after all.
Andy brought her hand up to rest against his chest once more, the teasing smile she'd been giving Sam since the kiss in the car only growing wider. "You scared, Swarek?"
She didn't know where the question came from, but she didn't leave him any time to answer before she turned and dashed up the stairs, opening the door to the foyer of the building and holding it open for her companion.
Sam shook his head, trying not to laugh aloud at her antics, before following her, pressing a hand low on her back as she led him through to her apartment. The tension was still thick between them, and it took neither of them by surprise when Sam backed Andy against the closest wall upon the closing of her apartment door behind them.
Her eyes flicked between his lips and his steady gaze, and she couldn't help the nervous way that she bit at her lower lip. This was new territory for her; never had Andy McNally been so bold, so brazen before.
"You scared, McNally?" Sam's words echoed those she spoke earlier outside, and she couldn't help the nervous giggle that escaped her lips. Giving a small shake of her head, her arms came up to wind around Sam's shoulders, wrists crossing behind his neck.
He smiled back down at her, taking another step forward so that she was pressed completely against the wall, trapped there by the strength of his body. One hand gripped at her hip as the other slid around the side of her neck, thumb brushing the underside of her jaw as he closed the distance between them. Their noses brushed lightly, her head tilting up slightly as he dipped his, sealing their lips in a slow, almost measured kiss; testing the waters, if anything.
A slight whine left Andy's lips, almost completely muffled by the pressure of Sam's, but he managed to catch it. His own lips curving into a smirk, his hand slipped from her neck into her hair, tugging on it sharply, kissing the rookie deeper as a gasp left her lips.
She pulled him closer, their chests pressed tight as her hands gripped at the back of his head, wanting to eliminate all sense of space between them. A shudder ran through her body as she felt the tug of his teeth on her lower lip; a motion that was accompanied by a soft moan.
Heat shot through his body at the sounds coming from her, blood moving southwards. His hand followed, moving to grasp Andy's thighs, coaxing her legs to wrap around his body as he carried her through to the next room, eyes opening long enough to move them over to the couch.
Sam fell back onto the soft cushions, bringing her down on top of him with a groan as her hips pressed down on his growing erection. Pulling his lips away, he looked at her through hooded eyes as she teased him, grinding and rolling his hips as her hands moved to remove her tank top slowly.
"Beautiful," he found himself murmuring as tanned skin slowly became uncovered, his fingers grazing over taut muscles and blemish-free flesh as he traced nonsensical patterns upon her torso. Sam flicked his gaze up to meet Andy's face, a ghost of a smile flitting over his features before he leaned in, pressing kisses to the flesh spilling out of the top of her sports bra.
Shivering hard at the attention being paid to her skin, Andy tipped her head back as a moan left her lips, her hips rolling slowly against Sam's, trapping his denim-encased length against the seam of her jeans, fire settling deep in her belly at the lust he was evoking in her. Her hands moved to cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing over the now smooth skin as their eyes connected, and she found herself completely captivated; she had barely been able to keep her eyes off him whenever they'd been in the same vicinity since she tackled him down yesterday.
Sam groaned softly at the almost timid way she touched his face, compared to the way her hips were slowly teasing his own. Shaking his head, he gripped her hips tightly, shifting them so that she lay on the couch, her back pressed along its length as he knelt between her legs. Sitting back on his heels, Sam unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans, before tugging off his shirt and throwing it haphazardly aside, before his fingers went to work at the button to her jeans.
Raising her hips to aid him, Andy bit down hard on her lower lip as the offending material was tugged down her legs, an almost nervous giggle escaping her lips when they got caught around her ankles, having forgotten to kick her shoes off as she entered the apartment. Eyes still trained on Sam's face, she watched the smirk appear as he divested her of the unwanted shoes and jeans, before leaning up and pulling him back down to her.
Teeth and tongues clashed as their kisses became heated and frantic, both of them trying to divest each other of the rest of their clothing. As bare skin was revealed, they both stopped in their need to touch, to feel; the only sound filling the otherwise silent apartment was that of their heavy breathing.
No turning back, McNally, Andy found herself thinking as her hands gripped at his broad back, trying to pull him closer. This is it; once the line is crossed, everything changes.
Arms sliding under her thighs, Sam pulled Andy closer to him, wasting no time in nestling their bodies as close to each other as possible. He could tell she was getting trapped in her head once more, but he wanted her full attention.
"McNally," Sam breathed out, one hand moving between them to guide himself into her waiting heat, a simultaneous groan falling from both their lips as he slid deep.
"Sam," she gasped in reply, nails biting into the skin of his upper back as her hips arched off the couch, walls tightening around his length as she felt the delicious burn that came with being joined.
Sam shifted them so that he was back on the couch, his rookie straddling his lap as he remained buried deep within her. "This won't be loving," he ground out, finding her wet heat to be almost too much for him to handle.
Bracing her hands on his shoulders, Andy leaned herself over his body, their foreheads pressed together as she started to rise and fall above him, rolling her hips against his each time they met. "You're not my boyfriend," she found herself saying, a smile lacing her words as she remembered their talk from that morning. She felt Sam's laughter against her, not giving herself the time to hear it as she angled her head to kiss him deeply.
One hand keeping a tight grip on her hips, the other wound into her thick locks, Sam thrust hard from below, smiling into the kiss as he felt the vibrations of her moans against his lips. Biting and sucking at her full lower lip, he continued to tease her as they moved together, both of them edging closer to the precipice they wished to fall over.
Pulling back, Sam latched his mouth onto the side of her neck, biting and kissing at the tanned skin as he felt her slide a hand between their bodies. He could feel her walls fluttering around him as she worked herself over him; it only made him work harder at marking her neck – he wanted tangible proof come morning that they had done this.
It took almost no time for Andy to reach her end, body shuddering over Sam's as she clamped down around him, the waves of euphoria sweeping through her body as she came with a strangled cry of his name.
Sam's hands tightened on Andy's body as he followed her over the edge a few thrusts later, spilling deep into her sensitive body. As his hands let up on her skin and hair, Sam felt Andy resting against his chest as she tried to regain her breath. Panting softly himself, he carded his fingers through her hair, lips pressing a series of soft kisses to her forehead as silence engulfed them.
Holy… must repeat. Must repeat. Andy's thoughts were a jumbled mess as she laid against Sam, her eyes closed as she willed her body to relax as she came down from her high. The soft touches he was pressing to her body made her sigh gently; the soothing nature of them helping her heart rate to slow, and her eyes become heavy.
"That was…" she started, letting out another sigh when she couldn't find the right word to describe the sensations she had just felt.
Sam merely chuckled, hand moving from her hip to trace along her still partially covered spine, fingertips light upon her skin. "Falling asleep on me, McNally?"
Andy answered with a soft hum, lifting her head long enough to give Sam a shy smile, before burying her face back against his chest. Shaking his head, he positioned his hands so that he could lift her into his arms, soon navigating his way through her apartment to the bedroom. He carefully laid her on the bed, watching as she curled up on her side. A soft smile worked its way upon his lips as he covered her up, before returning to the scene of their crime.
A sigh escaped his lips, knowing just how stupid they had been that night. Hopefully she won't regret it, he found himself thinking as he redressed, gathering Andy's discarded clothes and piling them on the couch.
Making sure his keys, phone and wallet were all in his possession, Sam glanced back into the bedroom one last time before shaking his head, leaving his rookie's apartment.
Rays of sunlight covered her face, the warmth coaxing Andy to wake up from her dreamless slumber. Stretching languidly under the sheets, she let out a soft groan as she felt the tension in her lower back and thighs, her mind flicking back to what occurred last night.
Rolling over in bed, she sighed as she saw that it was empty, and as she relaxed back into the mattress, she noted that there were no sounds of her T.O being in her apartment still.
Her breath caught in her throat as the full realisation of what went down last night hit her. "You idiot," she muttered to herself as she tossed back the covers, swinging her legs around before grabbing her robe from the chair by her bed. "Not only do you sleep with someone who probably still hates your guts, but he's your T.O! The man left in the middle of the damn night, too, after he got what he wanted."
She continued to mutter to herself as she moved through her apartment, rolling her eyes as she saw the way her clothes were neatly folded on the arm of her couch. Shaking her head, she went about getting ready for the day, trying to push the previous night's events as far out of her mind as possible.
Walking into parade an hour later, Andy had to try her hardest to keep her eyes from scanning the room. She couldn't let on that anything had happened the previous night between herself and her newly appointed T.O, but she was finding it hard to conceal her nerves and guilt.
"What is going on with you this morning, Andy?" Traci asked as she guided them to chairs at the front of the parade room. "You're never normally this quiet."
Andy shrugged her shoulders, slumping in her chair as her eyes blankly stared ahead, trying to work out how to talk to Traci without giving her a play-by-play of what went down the previous night. "It's nothing."
"Don't give me that crap. I know something is wrong." Sighing, Traci looked over at her friend, shaking her head as she saw the slump of her shoulders; an almost defeated look for her usually strong friend.
Pushing herself to sit upright, Andy turned to face her friend, offering a wan smile. "I'll tell you later."
Nodding in agreement, Traci placed her hand lightly over her friend's, before turning her attention to the doorway, hearing Jerry laughing at whatever was being said to him. Flicking her eyes back to Andy, she noticed an odd expression flitting over her face as she, too, was focused on Jerry and Sam making their way into the room. What's going on there?
Swallowing hard, Andy tried to look away from the two chatting friends, but Sam looked up and caught her gaze. A look passed between them – one which she couldn't really decipher – and she bit down on her lip, turning her attention to the front of the room, where Boyko was giving the daily information.
She found herself zoning out throughout briefing, even though Traci kept poking at her arm in an attempt to keep her paying attention. By the time she finally had enough of the irritating pokes, Andy swatted her friend's hand away, before looking up at the Staff Sergeant as he gave the rookies their partners for the day.
"Nash with Shaw; Epstein with Williams; McNally with Swarek, and Peck and Diaz in booking and front desk respectively. Serve, protect, and look after one another."
With that, everyone was moving, Andy trying her hardest not to groan or show that her partnering with Sam was in any way affecting her. Sighing deeply as she stood, she felt Traci's hand brush her arm, and she gave a slight nod. "I promise we will talk later," she relented, smiling nervously before moving through the station, grabbing her go-bag before meeting with Sam by the cruiser.
"Ready for another day on the streets?" Sam cautiously asked, knowing there would be distinct tension between them. He looked up to see Andy's raised eyebrow at his question, and he couldn't help but shake his head as he climbed into the driver's seat, waiting for the rookie to take her spot in the car with him.
Pulling out of the parking lot, Sam began to drive their patrol route, silence engulfing the pair. Clearing his throat after a few minutes of awkward silence, Sam looked over to Andy, gazing briefly upwards, before speaking.
"Look, I know I made things awkward when I left last night, but this isn't something we can do. Or, at least, continue doing."
Andy nodded, leaning her head back against the seat with a sigh. "I get that, alright. You're my training officer, and this is my first week at Fifteen. I don't want to jeopardise that in any way. But the least you could have done was left a note, so that I didn't panic come morning -"
"Not your boyfriend, McNally," Sam drawled, pausing at a red light and looking over at his partner, trying not to laugh at the line that had been thrown between them multiple times in the last 24 hours.
Andy mirrored his smile, a small shake of her head accompanying a laugh that slipped from her lips. "Right… so… disregard?"
Sam swallowed, not wanting to so directly disregard their actions of the previous night, but knowing that he had to; for her sake. Nodding slightly, he pulled away as the traffic light turned green. "Disregard."
Andy wanted to add something to their conversation, to try and come up with a feasible plan in which they could go about working together without needing to disregard anything. But as she opened her mouth to speak, the radio between them crackled to life, Sam immediately picking reporting in that they would head over to the source of the 911 call.
Flicking on the sirens, Andy settled back into her seat, vowing that she and Sam would talk about things properly later.