I'd Lie

A/N: Thank you everyone so much for the reviews! I really appreciate it! I just want to mention a few things:

Firstly: As mentioned in the summary/blurb this fic is more of snippets so I apologize if things feel jumpy and not really on a set timeline. It's because it's not. Sometimes a fair bit of time has passed between chapters other times it's the next day. With this chapter I wrote it aiming to have that time gap. Sorry if that's not what you like, but I sort of just want to get it moving along.

Secondly: Also in my summary/blurb I wrote that this is Andy's struggle in denying how she feels about Sam. But like life, some things don't work out the way you planned. As you might be able to tell from the last chapter, Andy is on her way to not denying her feelings about Sam any more. This fic has definitely taken a turn so I hope you still like it!

Thirdly: I am SO incredibly sorry it's taken this long to write this chapter. It took a long time for me to become motivated. You can all thank the ambulance scene for this chapter.
Sorry if it ends abruptly. My inspiration ran out.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters. All rights belong to their rightful owner.

Chapter 8:

I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, "My God, he's beautiful"
So I put on my makeup and pray for a miracle

Sleep slowly started to fall away and gradually Andy could feel her brain becoming more alert, but with that came the feeling of her blood pounding past her ears causing her eyes to tighten, not once opening to peek at what she knew was the sun hitting her face. She refused to open her eyes, instead she snuggled further into the blanket, for which she could already feel her head was grateful for. The pounding in her head was refusing to back down. Andy was definitely starting to regret those last few tequila shots she had done with Traci. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried to forget her current state of discomfort.

"Evaluations soon, you guys nervous?" she heard a man's voice ask.

"No way, I've been ready for this moment for ages. Next stop: the detective's rotation," another man's voice chuckled out.

"You think McNally's going to pick you?" a third male voice teasingly asked.

Andy's ears perked up at the mention of her dad, however she refused to turn around and face the voices. They had yet to notice her presence; there was no reason for them to. She focused her attention on making the cups of coffee instead.

"Who else is there? Unless you're thinking of going for it Sammy?" she recognized this voice as the one who was eager to work with the detectives.

"Well Tommy did train me for a while, he knows my moves. I'm sure he's considering me." Sammy replied.

There was a silence before laughter filled the break room.

"I'm kidding Jerry," Sammy chuckled, at what Andy guessed was Jerry's look of surprise, "after that takedown on the Horton's, under cover is it for me."

Andy remembered her dad talking about that case briefly. The Horton brothers carried out lucrative drug deals within their club and only last week did 15 Division manage to shut it down. She did not, however, remember hearing anything about the young officer working the case but they must have impressed the senior officers to be allowed to take part in one of fifteen's biggest cases. The thought made Andy almost want to turn around but still she held off.

"Oliver, you going to share any of that?" the voice she recognized as Jerry's asked, and finally Andy could put a name to the third male present in the room.

A muffled grunt was heard, followed by the ruffling of a chip packet.

"I say we make a bet," she heard Oliver say in between bites of food.

"Oh, you wanna start a bet Oliver?" Sammy asked disbelievingly, "Are you prepared to lose?"

"I'm not so sure about that brother. Hear me out okay? First one to identify Mr. Ass Cheek and haul him in is the winner. Losers will have to shout drinks at the Penny tonight. All night."

"That's a pretty big bet you're proposing Ollie. You sure you can fork out the cash?"

"Well I'm not loaded like you are Barber, but I can hold my own. Besides, who says I'm going to lose?"

"You really think Walsh is going to follow your lead brother?" Sammy asked skeptically.

They had only gotten their ties cut last year, so they weren't exactly at the top of the food chain. There were still higher powers and this meant they still had to run certain ideas by more experienced officers. Something the trio were not expecting when they celebrated moving up in the ranks.

There was a long pause before she heard Oliver mutter "damn it", followed by the sound of the break room door slamming.

Andy couldn't hold it in any longer and she let out a tiny chuckle just before she brought the coffee cup to her lips.

'Uncle Charlie' Walsh was probably the closest person she had in her life that wasn't related by blood. As he was her dad's best friend, she basically grew up under his care just as much as her dads. Andy recalls the days when she would come to the station after school only to find her dad still caught up in the middle of a case, which is when Uncle Charlie would step in and take her out for ice cream. She loved him as she would any other family member. But she also knew how seriously he took his job. He was a no-nonsense cop who often overlooked anyone's views until he deemed them worthy of listening to. She came to realize the man who babysat her was completely opposite to the man who trained cops and judging by Oliver's reaction, he hadn't yet won her uncle over.

Andy didn't have to turn around to realize she was now being watched by two sets of eyes, she could feel their gaze. She turned around slowly and put what she hoped was a friendly smile on her face, embarrassment gradually starting to creep in. The last thing was wanted were her dad's coworkers to hate her; after all she was listening in on their conversation. The looks on their faces were anything but hateful. The two officers who were left looked at her with curiosity. She felt like she could sufficiently call this situation awkward as they all continued to just stare at each other, slight smiles on everyone's faces, no one knowing what to say. Luckily the moment was broken by the shrill sound of someone's phone ringing.

"Jerry Barber" the man on the left greeted, "oh already? Okay I'll come pick you up now then."

Jerry smiled and gave his friend a pat on the back before leaving the break room hastily.

"I'm Sam," the dark haired officer introduced himself, his hand stretching out in greeting. A smile graced his face as she placed her hand within his.

He was good looking no doubt about it. A little dorky with his tussled hair sitting messily on top of his head but the smile was definitely working for him. His dimples were clearly the winning factor. Her eyes quickly wandered over his frame. His uniform hung not quite so fittingly, as if his body was still trying to get used to the material. However even with the dorky vibe he was giving off, there was something so beautifully arrogant about the way he seemed to carry himself. The way he stood, the quiet strength in his handshake, like he was so sure of himself. She would be lying if she said he didn't intrigue her.

"Have you looked into Nicky Radar?" she found herself asking.

"What?" a skeptical look crossed Sam's face, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Nicky Radar. He's Mr. Ass Cheek," she clarified, a smile shining through as she repeated the ridiculous nickname.

"You think Radar is our guy?" Sam nearly scoffed. She couldn't exactly blame him. He knew nothing about her or why she suspected Nicky. But Andy had over heard her dad's suspicions and well, Tommy stopped hiding his work from her years ago when she told him she wanted to follow in his footsteps. Plus the fact that she was already in the Academy helped.

Andy nodded her head in confirmation, "I do."

"And you know this how?" Sam crossed his arms across his chest as if he was trying to maintain some authority, but Andy knew he didn't exactly stand on the most solid ground, after all he only just had his tie cut. Under cover potential or not.

"Does it matter?"

"Well why should I trust you?" he asked, as he tipped his head up with a smirk on his face.

She quirked her eyebrow up at the challenge, her hands saying another thing entirely as she held them up in surrender, "Just a hunch."

Still Sam looked at her, his dark brown eyes never leaving hers as if he was trying to get a read on her. She maintained eye contact but briefly found that she caught the way he rolled his tongue over his top front teeth.

Sam still didn't look convinced, not to mention the way his eyes seemed to be scrutinizing her was unnerving, "I have my sources," she found herself adding.

"Okay," he relented, "I'll check it out."

Andy found herself exhaling a breath she didn't even realize she was holding. For the life of her, she couldn't figure out why she wanted him to believe her, to trust her but she shook it off with a smile,

"Okay. See you around then," with that she spun around to grab the previously forgotten cups of coffee and brushed past Sam who hadn't moved from his spot near the door.

"Hey wait!" his voice making her pause, "I didn't catch your name."

Andy turned to face him, "I never gave it."

She flashed him a smile and just before turning on her heels, she managed to catch the way his mouth opened and closed as if he was completely dumbfounded.

She groaned as she felt the mattress jolt. Her hands tightly grasped the blanket as she tried to hide further underneath.

"Andy," he sung out.

She could feel him trying to pry the blanket off her head and after much groaning she finally complied, she didn't have enough strength this early in the morning to fight him off.

Seeing his cheeky dimpled grin beaming down at her made it all worth it in the end. Even the sun shining in her eyes causing her to squint was bearable. After managing to pull Andy out from hiding Sam casually plopped himself down next to her, leaning up against the headboard.

"So where's my coffee?" she mumbled, her eyes peering over at him making himself comfortable. That was a sight she could get used to. Sam in her bed.

"What?"

"My coffee. You wake me up this early and you haven't even made me coffee?"

"I'm not your slave McNally," he smiled, "plus I took care of you all last night, I think it's you who owes me coffee."

Andy grumbled disapprovingly. The mere mention of last night made her head spin. Girl's nights were a bad idea. Never again, she would tell herself time and time again, yet somehow Traci would always manage to rope her in. Luckily for her, Sam had been there and through the haze she remembers him putting her into his truck, and him swooping her up and carrying her to her room. She was just thankful she didn't have work today, and apparently neither did Sam. She took in the way he was lazily leaning up against her bed, his right arm providing a makeshift pillow for his head causing his t-shirt to creep up and expose the flesh that covered his iliac crest.

"You, uh, planning on getting out of bed any time soon McNally?" she heard him ask; just as she began to feel her eyes flutter closed.

She groaned loudly before tossing back the covers in defeat knowing he was right, if she stayed in bed any longer she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight which would make her cranky on shift.

Andy stumbled towards the bathroom, her legs wobbly from the deep sleep and not at all happy with the way the room was spinning. But before she could make it to the bathroom his voice called out again,

"We need to go grocery shopping. You have no food and you owe me lunch!"

She simply grunted in reply before slamming the door. She could hear him chuckling to himself even through the wood and she couldn't help the small smile that graced her face. No doubt he was accustomed to her being a complete grouch when she was hung over.

Regrettably she took a glance at her reflection in the mirror where tired eyes glared back at her. Nothing a little makeup couldn't fix. She clung onto the porcelain basin as she tried to wake up some more, the room still tilting occasionally. She tried not to let the idea of domesticated tasks with Sam throw her off balance but the plans to grocery shop and cook lunch with him was hitting her harder than usual. She blamed it on her semi-conscious state. The idea of a domestic life with Sam was all too tempting, white picket fence, kids, park on Sundays.

Maybe one day, she thought, almost like a prayer. She needed a miracle and she needed it soon.

Sorry for the wait!
And sorry if this chapter wasn't up to scratch. I feel like I really lost track of where I was going with this...

Thanks for hanging in!