A/N: This is the final chapter! Thank you all for your support in this story, I'm glad to hear so many of your enjoyed it.

Thank you Sairs for beta reading - I've truly appreciated your help!

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue.

It was a regular Saturday night and finally the end of their five-day long shift. Sam had only been well enough to be back on patrol for a couple of days since working at a desk for the past three months. He wasn't allowed to be partnered with Andy for the time being; Frank believed they weren't ready yet, much to their dismay.

Back when Sam was on desk duty, Andy would be in and out of the station throughout the day, stopping by when she could to see him. Working shift work with crazy long hours forced them to take advantage of the fact that they work together. Now, that they were both out patrolling, they typically only saw each other in the morning before they left and at night when they arrived back at the station. It was an adjustment to say the least, but regardless, Sam was thrilled to be back out on patrol. Andy couldn't help but be happy for him; he was back in his element and doing what he was good at.

Earlier in the day, Andy was caught in an interesting situation; one that she wouldn't have guessed would bother her. Two squad cars had been sent to St. Mike's hospital that afternoon. Five teenagers had been shot the night before in a drive by in front of a convenience store and all of the conscious ones needed to be interviewed.

As soon as Andy and Dov walked into the intensive care unit of the hospital, they spotted Sam and Traci. They were deep in conversation with a couple of doctors, presumably about the status of the patients.

Suddenly, it hit her. One of those doctors was not a doctor; she was a nurse. It was Monica, Sam's ex-girlfriend, or ex-friend, truthfully Andy wasn't sure. Monica was casually chatting away to Sam with a slight smile on her face. If Andy didn't know any better, she would assume they were old friends, and that made her uncomfortable. She frowned a little as Monica leaned in and nudged Sam's shoulder. The pang of anxiety that pooled in her stomach took her by surprise, but regardless, she was working and tried to not let it affect her.

She followed Dov towards them and nodded a hurried hello to Monica, taking a quick peek at Sam before turning around to talk to another doctor.

A couple minutes later, Sam and Traci were being directed to the room of one of the injured teenagers. She refused to look in their direction in case Monica still happened to be standing there. She heard Sam clear his throat, clearly trying to get her attention, but she continued to ignore him. When she felt his hand brush up against hers gently, she looked back at him for a split second, sending him a small smile and turning back to the doctor.

Later that night, Andy was itching to ask him about it. She tried desperately to push it out of her mind and convince herself it was nothing, but it continued to plague her. She was hesitant though, because she didn't want him to think she was one of those obsessive girlfriends who didn't want her boyfriend talking to other women. She was strictly curious about what happened between them, but there was no casual way to approach it. She had hinted at it a couple of times, but he promptly dropped the subject.

They were out for dinner at a fancy restaurant, celebrating Sam's return to patrolling. They were having a comfortable, relaxing time and she was hesitant to bring it up. If the conversation turned sour, it could ruin their dinner or they would be forced to work it out in the middle of a restaurant. Neither option sounded appealing to Andy, but she was so curious.

Eventually, she couldn't hold her tongue any longer. "So," she started, breaking the silence. "Was that weird today?"

He scowled. "Was what weird?" he asked blankly, not looking up from his plate.

She smirked. "You know what..."

He finally looked up, arching an eyebrow while he thought about the day. He swallowed slowly before speaking, moments later. "Running into Monica?"

She nodded slowly. "What else would I be referring to?"

He snorted. "I don't know, Andy, I can't read your mind." He looked up to see her giving him a very unimpressed look. He stopped smirking and cleared his throat "No, I wouldn't say it was weird."

She nodded and dropped her head back down to look at her plate. "Oh," she said lightly, trying to seem unaffected, moving her food around on her plate with her fork. "Well that's a good thing then."

He held back a smile. Andy had never been very successful at acting nonchalant about things; he figured that out from the beginning. "Andy," he muttered softly, willing her to look up at him.

She continued looking down, fiddling with her food. "Yeah?" she asked cheerfully, gazing up at him with an unassuming smile.

"Why do you keep bringing her up?"

Her expression flipped and she immediately glared at him. "I'm not… I don't keep bringing her up. I asked you one question about it."

He shook his head and bit the inside of his cheek to suppress a smile. "Okay, but you've been hinting at it for hours. Don't deny it."

Andy shrugged innocently. "I was? I don't know what you mean."

"Okay, cut the bullshit," he said quietly, leaning in closer to her from across the table. "Come on, out with it. What do you wanna know?"

She tried to remain straight faced but took one look at him and grinned. "Okay, you win," she threw her hands up in defeat, giggling. "I'm curious about her. I know nothing about the people you've dated or been with or whatever. I mean, you know all about me and Luke and how that relationship started and ended. So what about you?"

"Finally!" he chuckled, appreciating her honesty. "Okay, I'll tell you about it, but I think you're making it out to be something more than it ever was. We went out a few times before I went on that undercover, nothing serious, just a couple of dinners. It was a very… casual relationship. When I got back from my undercover, I wasn't planning on seeing her again, but you know how I get when I'm drunk," he laughed.

Andy shifted in her chair a little and bit her lip, trying not to let his frank explanation bother her. "So she was just a booty call?"

He hesitated before answering, unable to read her expression. "If you want to say it like that. Maybe it was a little more than that because I did care about her, but she wasn't really an important part of my life," he explained, reassuring her. "She wanted something serious; I didn't."

Andy nodded. "Okay, so why didn't you want anything serious with her?"

Sam chuckled. "A few reasons, the main one being that I wasn't looking for a commitment; I liked going undercover and commitments don't really work out when you're gone for months at a time. Secondly, I've had a couple of long term relationships that didn't work out and yes, I'll tell you about them, if you want to know," he smirked.

She giggled and shook her head lightly. "Maybe another time. One ex-girlfriend is enough for one day," she clarified, hands coming out in protest. "So what happened?"

"Well, after I was busted in my undercover, I got to know this new rookie and she kinda pulled me in," he grinned. "I mean, Monica was nice, she was… there. But, uh…,"

She watched him scowl as he sorted his thoughts. She nudged him under the table with her foot, getting his attention. "Uh…?"

"I guess it came down to the fact that she wasn't you," he sighed.

Andy felt a blush rising into her cheeks and up to the tip of her ears. She nodded and smiled at him admiringly. "I know what that's like," she admitted, taking another bite of her pasta. "Were you the one to break it off?"

He shook his head. "No, she ended it. It was probably for bigger reasons than what she was letting on, though. She knew I wasn't serious about it and as much as she pretended she didn't care, I guess she actually did," he paused, glancing at Andy's reaction. "So, no. Today wasn't weird. It's completely in the past. We've both moved on."

"Well, you have but it seems like she's still holding a bit of a torch for you," Andy teased, cautiously challenging him.

"Doesn't matter, Andy," he cut her off. "I don't care what she thinks of me. Like you said, I've moved on."

"Okay," she nodded. "Fair enough."

"Good," he said quietly. He moved his foot over to her underneath the table and began suggestively rubbing the sole of his shoe lightly against her pant leg. She looked up from her plate and smirked at him, but quickly ended his shenanigans and pulled her legs under her chair.

"We're at a nice restaurant, Sam," she mumbled quietly, holding in a giggle.

"Hey, you started it," he challenged.

"We're surrounded by rich people and senior citizens. Can we please just sit here and pretend to be a normal couple?"

He scowled at her and sighed defeatedly, leaning against the back of his chair. "Well where's the fun in that?"

She shook her head and smirked at him complacently. "Just eat!"

A half an hour later, they had finished up dinner and were on their way back to Sam's house. Sam could tell Andy had been unusually quiet for the rest of dinner, as if there was something else she desperately wanted to ask. He glanced over at her a few times during the drive, debating whether or not to approach her about it.

"I was jealous of her," Andy sputtered a minute later, saving Sam the trouble. His head turned and he raised his eyebrows questionably. "Monica, I was jealous of her. And I'm sorry to bring her up again but I wanted you to know that. It's embarrassing, but you opened up to me so I want to do the same."

He nodded. "I'm glad you told me, even if I already knew that," he teased, turning his head to grin at her.

She scowled at him, crossing her arms. "What do you mean?"

"The first time you met her, you didn't like her and for absolutely no reason. You glared at her and huffed and puffed. Even the way you used to say her name was pretty telling. For a while I didn't understand it, but it gave me a little bit of hope anyway, so thanks for that."

She gazed at him sadly, hit by the weight of his words. "Sam."

He glanced over at her, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "Hmm?"

"I'm sorry for pushing you away for so long," she apologized quietly, deep regret filling her voice. "You were always there; I wish I would've noticed it sooner."

He smiled and reached over the middle console, clasping his fingers through hers "Don't apologize," he said softly.

When they arrived back at Sam's house, they both crashed. Andy was flopped onto the couch minutes after getting there, while Sam was deep in the fridge, grumbling about forgetting to pick up beer and being stuck with the kind he dislikes. He finally made a decision and cracked off the top, throwing the lid on the counter and heading over to her.

"I'm glad we did that," she said softly as he neared her.

He arched an eyebrow and sat on the coffee table in front of her, leaning his elbows on his knees. "What?"

"Went to dinner," she reminded him. "We don't get to do stuff like that very often. I liked it."

He rolled his eyes affectionately. "You know, I'll do that stuff more often if you want to do it," he chuckled. "You can just tell me straight up. You don't always have to hint at things."

She scoffed. "Right, because you always say things as they are. You never hint at things, ever. 'We make a good team you and me," she said huskily, thinking back to their undercover operation the year before.

His snorted as his eyes danced around her, refusing to look into her eyes. Eventually, he scowled and looked down at her. "Shut up."

She burst into laughter. "That's all you have to say? Shut up?"

"Anyway," he grumbled loudly, cutting her off. "What do you want to do? Watch a movie…?" He asked, quickly switching the subject.

"Let's do nothing," Andy said lazily, smiling and reaching over to grip his thigh. "I need a night of absolutely nothing."

He caught the glint of mischief in her eyes and put his beer down beside him on the table. He picked up the remote to click on the radio, hoping it was already on a good station. She reached for his hand and pulled him down on top of her before shifting around to get comfortable. She wrapped her legs around his hips, holding him tight against her before tugging his face down to hers, capturing his lips.

"Hey, I know this song," he murmured into her neck minutes later, quickly shifting off of her.

She scoffed at him irritatingly, trying to gain control of her erratic breathing.

He walked over to the stereo to turn up the volume before looking back at her impishly. Andy grinned when she realized what song it was; the same one from the night at the Penny months before, Far Away.

He spun around and walked back over to the couch, holding his hand out. "Come on," he smiled.

She shook her head, and patted the couch, hoping he would lie back down. "What was wrong with what we were doing?" She groaned.

He smirked. "Nothing, just come here."

She gave in and stood up, hesitantly walking towards him. "Sam, what is this?" she asked blankly, scowling.

He smiled back at her and placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her tight against him. She laughed and laid her hand on his shoulder, leaning in to rest the side of her face against his. "Sam Swarek is a dancer?" she teased, raising her eyebrows and clasping her other hand in his.

He chuckled and turned his head to kiss her cheek. "Don't tell anybody," he said softly into her ear.

"So what, is this our song now?" She giggled, moments later.

"No, that would be depressing," he chuckled, talking softly into her ear. "But I know you like it. You sang it like every day for two weeks when we first got together," he teased, eliciting a giggle from her.

They swayed gently to the music, sending them both into their own little world. When Sam began mumbling some of the lyrics into her ear she leaned away from him and looked at him in shock. "How do you…? Since when do you know the words?" she grinned in wonder.

He smiled and tugged her back against him. "It's a good song," he admitted. "And like I said, you liked it."

She sighed, touched by his admission. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaning her chin up against his shoulder.

When the second chorus ended, Sam leaned his head down and began planting kisses down her neck. Suddenly, he whispered in her ear, following along to the tune, "Cause with you, I'd withstand, all of hell to hold your hand."

She grinned and paused for a moment to recall the words before whispering back, "...Give anything but I won't give up."

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