AN: I've never done AU before and I don't know if I'll ever do it again. But, svugirl25 suggested a story based off of Brad Paisley's We Danced and I couldn't help myself. I didn't want to necessarily make this a song-fic, so there's no lyrics or anything, but it is loosely based of Brad Paisley's song.

Let me know what you think!

Sam wiped his hands with the bar rag as he watched the last customer leave. When the door shut behind him, Sam slung the rag over his shoulder and leaned his hands on the bar in front of him. He let his head fall and rolled his neck a couple of times before standing up and getting back to work. Work. Bartending wasn't really his work. It was just a way for him to get in as deep as he could with Anton Hill and his associates. Hill was his boss now, had been for two months, and Sam hadn't found a damn thing. He was sure he was going to get pulled out of the op any day if he didn't come up with something.

Two months undercover and all he wanted was a small piece of the puzzle. Once he had that, he would be unstoppable. He needed Hill's trust and apparently two months tending bar wouldn't earn it. He didn't want to get pulled out, though. Undercover was his calling and he wasn't ready to be thrown back in uniform. There was nothing waiting for him on the other side. He needed to get a move on in the case so he could stick around a little longer and get Hill behind bars where he belonged.

As he wiped down the back of the bar, he heard the door swing open and fall shut. "We're closed," he said as he turned around. His eyes widened against his will and he felt his stomach twist at the sight of woman. He couldn't remember the last time something like that happened, but he felt himself smiling at her.

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling back. She looked behind her at the closed door and then her eyes wandered around the empty room. The only sound around them was the music from the jukebox. Sam noticed that when she looked at him again, her eyes were on his shoulder not his face. That was kind of a blow to the ego. "I know you're closed, but I think I left my purse here earlier. I just had the worst-" she stopped talking and shook her head, as if to shake herself out of her rambling. This time, her eyes landed on his and she smiled more brightly than before.

"Your purse?" He asked, crossing his arms. She nodded and walked toward the bar.

"Have you seen it?" She asked and then looked back at a table. It must have been the table she had been at earlier. It was busy all night, though, and Sam didn't remember her at all. Surprisingly. He had a feeling those eyes would be hard to forget. "Or did someone maybe bring it up to you?"

"Oh, you know what," he said, remembering back to about an hour before. He moved to the corner of the bar and ducked underneath to pull out the lost and found. It was really just a small box, filled to the brim with crap that was probably older than Sam himself. He let it rest on the floor in front of him and he heard a stool being pulled out. When he looked up, the girl was looking in the mirror behind the bar, playing with her hair. He had to pull his gaze away from her and focus back on the task at hand. Her purse, or a purse, sat on the top of the pile and he found the wallet right away. Opening it up, he saw her face on her license and stood up. "Well, Andrea, looks like it's your lucky night."

"Ha," she scoffed when he was back in front of her. He tucked the wallet back in the purse and slid it across the bar toward her.

"What's so funny?" He asked, his brow furrowed.

"Everything you just said," she laughed and he crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the bar, waiting for her to elaborate. "No one's called me Andrea in ten years," she said and he nodded. "And this night has sucked, thank you very much."

"Want a drink?" He asked, moving to stand in front of her. She furrowed her brow and pursed her lips.

"I thought you were closed," she said and he shrugged. He had no idea why he was willing to give this girl a drink after closing, but he didn't want to go back on the offer. They watched each other for a minute and she only answered him when he had lowered himself to rest on his forearms. "Scotch. Whatever you have."

"My kind of girl," he chuckled, turning toward the liquor. With his back to her, he took the rag from his shoulder and tucked it into his back pocket. When he turned back, her eyes remained where his back pocket had just been. He cleared his throat and her face turned red as her eyes shot to his. He smirked and slid a glass to her. "What was so bad about this night... Wait, if you don't like Andrea, what do people call you?"

"Andy," she smiled, taking a sip and he nodded.

"Okay," he said, lowering his eyes to her purse again. A pen was sticking out of it and he picked it up. It was an Academy pen. "You a cop, Andy?"

She looked like she didn't know how to answer that. But she did. "Not yet," she said confidently and he smirked. Whoever her TO was going to be was going to have their hands full, that's for damn sure. "Two more weeks in the academy."

"Any offers yet?" He asked and he realized that he had transitioned from bartender to cop already. He had to keep himself in check, but he wanted to know more.

"Job offers?" She asked, taking another sip and he nodded. "Yeah. I've already accepted."

"Good for you," he nodded and she smiled. "So, you've only got two weeks left in the academy, you've got a job lined up, why did your night suck?"

"Have you ever been on a blind date..."

"Sam," he offered. And then he sighed. He hadn't been Sam in two months, not to a stranger at least, but her eyes made him want to tell her everything.

"Ever been on a blind date, Sam?" She asked and he shook his head. "Good. Don't ever go on a blind date. They suck."

"I don't know," he shrugged, leaning on his forearms again so he was face-to-face with her. "If you're the kind of girl I'd be set up with, who am I to turn down a blind date?"

She laughed at that and ducked her head. She was uncomfortable with being complimented. "Well, I'm never going on a blind date again, so feel free to skip out on any you're offered," she told him and he laughed. They looked at each other as the song on the jukebox switched over and Sam groaned. "I didn't peg you for a country music fan," Andy said and he glared at her.

"Some jackass put twenty bucks in the machine five minutes before closing," he sighed, pushing himself to stand. "I have no idea what's coming out of that thing."

"Why don't you turn it off?" She asked, tilting her head like she was really interested in what he had to say. He didn't like how she made him want to tell her with just a look.

"I hate closing this place without something to distract me," he explained and she nodded. She stretched her arms out so her fingers bent over the opposite end of the bar and she threw her head back as she stretched out. Sam watched her let out a deep breath, her chest heaving in the process. He swallowed hard and looked down at his feet when she sat up straight again. "But I guess I've got you to distract me tonight."

She smiled at that before letting out a small laugh. "Well, thank you for letting me stay for a drink," she said. "It's really very nice of you."

"Did I serve you when you were here earlier?" He asked, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"No," she shook her head. She looked back at the table again and his eyes followed her, trying to remember who he saw there earlier.

"Your date?" He asked and she turned toward him again.

"God, no," she laughed. "You served my friend, Chris. And then I went on my date."

"Two guys in one night," he said, feigning shock. She laughed again and he was learning that he really liked being the one to make her laugh.

"Chris is like a brother," she told him, shaking her head. "He's in the academy with me. We're going to be working at the same division, too."

It took everything in Sam not to ask her which division it was, but he knew better. He needed to remain the bartender. "Listen, stay and finish your drink, but I've got to start closing up," he said and he noticed the look of confusion cross her features.

"Oh, yeah," she nodded. "I'll be quick."

"Take your time," he insisted, putting a hand on her wrist to stop her from throwing down the rest of her scotch. She smiled and his stomach turned again.

"Thank you," she said quietly and he nodded, pulling his hand back. He flexed his fingers and moved around to her side of the bar. As he made his way around the tables, flipping the chairs onto the surfaces as he went, he could feel her eyes burning holes in his back. The song switched again when he was facing her and they made eye contact as the music filled the room. Andy had a soft smile on her face, barely there, as everything stopped and they just stared at each other. "Do you dance, Sam?" She asked, sliding off the barstool.

"Uh," he choked on his surprise. "Not if I can help it."

"We need to dance," she said when she stopped in front of him.

"Why is that?" He asked quietly, looking very quickly at her lips.

"Listen to the song," she said, pulling him to stand in the middle of the room by the hand. Now that the chairs were all on the tables, there was plenty of room for them to dance. "It's called We Danced. So we have to dance."

She put her hands on his shoulders and when he didn't reciprocate, she sighed and pulled his hands to rest on her hips. "I didn't realize we were in middle school," he teased when her hands landed on his shoulders again. She laughed and slid her hand down his arm to lace her fingers through his. He moved the hand on her hip to rest on the small of her back and pulled her closer.

And they danced. Or swayed, rather. And Sam didn't take his eyes off of hers. Well, except for the times they slid down to her lips or the deep-v of her sweater. He tried his hardest to remain a gentleman, but when her grip on his shoulder tightened, he pulled her as close as humanly possible and his hand slid underneath the back of her shirt. She let out a shaky breath on his neck and he closed his eyes.

"Sam?" She said quietly.

"Hmm?" He hummed, opening his eyes. She let go of his hand and let her fingertips graze the 5 o'clock shadow on his chin. Their eyes met and she smiled as her hand slid to the base of his neck. "Andy?"

She answered him with a very soft kiss. It took him a second, but when he responded his free hand tangled in her hair and he walked her back toward the bar. What he was doing, kissing some woman he just met who was about to be a cop, was beyond him. But he could not find it in himself to stop or push her away. He only wanted to taste more of her. When her back hit the bar, she gasped and Sam got exactly what he wanted as his tongue slid into her mouth. She had no problem with that as she wrapped one arm tighter around his neck while the other slid down his chest until it landed on his belt. She wrapped her fingers around it and pulled him even closer.

Then, the song changed to a loud rap song and Sam jumped back, rubbing a hand over his face. He watched Andy's arm fall to her side and she broke out in a laugh, doubling over while she hugged her stomach. When the laughing subsided, she found him still staring, amused, and she smiled. "I'm so sorry," she said and his mouth dropped open. "Like, really sorry."

He stepped closer to her, brushing hair behind her ear and smiled. "You should never apologize for that," he said and she smiled. "That blind date doesn't know what he was missing."

"Who said I didn't kiss him?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest with a cocky smile. Sam ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and quirked his eyebrow.

"You're right," he nodded. "You know, it hurts a little. I thought I was special," he teased and she laughed again.

"I didn't kiss him," she said, shoving his shoulder. "Are you kidding me? Although, I did just kiss you. And I didn't even get dinner out of it."

"You did get a drink," he reminded her and she nodded.

"Hey, Buddy," Sam's attention snapped toward the door at the sound of his street name and he found Anton Hill watching him. He looked quickly at Andy who was looking at her feet with a blush and turned back toward Hill.

"Yeah, Boss?" He asked, turning to shield Andy from Anton. He'd already seen her, but it was more for Sam's own piece of mind to keep her off his radar.

"Finish up with your girl and come meet me in the office," Hill said, walking across the bar toward the back office. "I've got a job for you."

Sam's eyes widened. Was he finally going to get a piece of the real business? When the door shut, he turned back to Andy who was now watching him. "I guess I should go," she said, reaching behind her for her purse. Sam nodded and stepped toward her until there was barely any space between them. He didn't want to say goodbye, but he had to focus on work. Who knows, maybe they'd end up in the same division when all this with Hill was over.

"I'm glad you lost your purse," he said quietly and she smiled.

"You know what?" She asked, standing on her toes. "So. Am. I," she said before kissing him quickly.

He wanted to offer to call her, but he couldn't do that while she was in the academy and he was undercover. It just wasn't possible. "Goodnight, Andy," he said and she fell back on her heels. She was definitely expecting him to at least ask for her number.

"Goodnight, Sam," she said and he stepped back so she could slide past him.

He let out a deep breath as he watched her walk away. When she reached the door, she turned toward him and waved. He raised his hand in return and she ducked outside. Cracking his neck, Sam turned toward the office and let himself in.

"Girlfriend?" Anton asked, gesturing to the seat for Sam to sit down.

"Customer," he said, stretching out his legs in front of him. "She left her purse here earlier and came to pick it up after closing."

"Too bad," he shrugged, leaning back in his chair behind the desk. "She's cute."

At that, Sam laughed and nodded. "She is," he agreed.

"Anyway, listen, I need some help tomorrow down at the docks," Anton said and Sam kept his face neutral despite the fact that he was soaring. "You know about my side business, right Buddy?"

"Just rumors, Boss," he shrugged and Anton Hill smiled like he was the proudest man in the world, like what he was doing was a good thing.

"Oh, they're all true," he said, crossing his arm and Sam smiled. "You tell anyone and I'll break your neck, alright?"

"You can trust me, Anton."