Just a short start to what I hope to be a multi-chapter fic. Enjoy Sandy McSwarek fans!

Andy lay in her bed, curled up with a book. She must have read the same sentence for over an hour. The words just didn't seem to register in her brain. She was daydreaming about the short blissful moments she had been able to share with Sam in his undercover apartment. Although she was upset that their actions had been a result of really bad timing, Andy didn't regret any of it. She fully accepted her consequence (her suspension). However, this time she wanted to do things right- normal. Through the time that they were to be suspended Andy and Sam were under strict orders not to see each other and Andy, afraid of losing her job, was following them, no matter how hard it was.

Andy's phone began to vibrate in her pocket and she didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was.

When she answered a familiar voice asked, "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she responded. "You?"

"Nothing," Sam replied. "Wanna do nothing together?"

"Sam..."

"I know. Can't hurt a man for trying."

There was a comfortable silence. Andy listened to Sam's breaths. Sometimes she fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, neither of them wanting to hang up the phone. In the morning when she awoke, she would charge her phone because the battery was almost dead. She was charging it a lot lately.

"There's a new rookie at 15," said Sam after a while. "Shaw told me. Name's Nick Collins. Apparently he's an ex-boyfriend of Gail's."

Sam waited for Andy to respond, but she didn't, so he continued, "And now she's going around with a stick up her ass, very irritated. I hope I'm not paired with her when we get back."

Andy was silent again.

"Andy you okay?" asked Sam. "You're not usually this quiet."

"No, I'm not okay," said Andy. "I think I need to go to the hospital."

"WHAT?"

"I've got an incurable disease. It's called Swarek fever."

Sam chuckled. "Honey, it's not incurable," he said. "Come over and I'll cure you."

Andy smiled. "I wish I could. I miss you. I feel like you're a million miles away."

"I miss you too."

"How much longer?"

"20 days, 16 hours... 22 minutes and... 45 seconds."

"Correction," said Andy. "20 days, 16 hours, 22 minutes and... 20 seconds too many."