So this was one of the other ideas I had for a RB fic. I wanted to wait and finish the other story before I started this one but I couldn't stop myself writing it. For some reason I seem to prefer writing darker stories but hopefully I can keep them both going at the same time. Its set somewhere early in S3, after Andy and Sam get together.

So let me know what you think, reviews make my day :)

Oh and I still don't own Rookie Blue.

Present day

Sam pulled the body closer to him but it was too late, the last breath had left the person he was still desperately holding onto minutes ago. Forcing his eyes shut, he tried to wake himself up, convincing himself that it must be a nightmare but as he tightened his grip on the body, he knew the truth, this was real. Throwing his head back Sam couldn't help but scream out. In last hour he had tried begging, pleading even praying but nothing worked. When he shouted out for help his words echoed around the empty warehouse as if taunting him that they were all alone. Letting out a slight whimper, he opened his eyes to corpse in his arms; they were a corpse now after all. Sam had fought hard to keep them alive, he had tried everything he could think of but in the end he'd lost the battle.

Blinking he tried to focus his eyes on the head cradled in his arms but his vision became a blur of red. His hands, his arms, his coat, his shirt, his jeans...everything was covered in the sticky red substance. Tilting his head to the side he saw the blood pooling around them, drifting out along the concrete floor. Sam had forgotten how much blood was actually inside someone until he found himself surrounded by it, keeping him and its owner locked in their current position.

This wasn't supposed to happen, he was supposed to keep them safe, it was supposed to be easy but something had gone wrong. Racking his brain Sam still wasn't sure when everything had taken such a terrible turn. Any number of incidents could have accounted for the current situation but he had no idea which one was truly to blame. Right now, the only thing Sam knew for certain was that three months ago he had been happy. His life was good, something he had never described it as before. He had a job he loved, great friends and Andy. After years of waiting she was his and they didn't have to hide it. They woke up together, they went to work together and afterwards they went home together, it was as close to perfection as Sam could imagine.

Biting down on his lip Sam tried to hold onto the memories. Even though he and Andy had only been together for a short time it felt right. Everything was right about them, from the way she curled up against him in bed to way she laughed at him when he told her a terrible joke. Letting himself get lost in the thoughts Sam couldn't help but recall how this had all started, if he relieved it all from the beginning he might be able to work out where it had all gone so wrong.

3 Months ago

"So I was thinking…" Andy started as she collapsed onto the couch next him, swinging her legs over his.

"Uh oh,"

"Uh oh? Why uh oh?" She questioned him as he placed his hand on her bare leg and started tracing patterns up and down it.

"Because nothing good has ever come when you start a sentence with I was thinking," He explained causing her to slam her heel into the side of his leg.

"It has too," She mumbled as Sam grabbed her feet, ensuring she wouldn't be able to kick him again, "Hey," She moaned but all Sam could do was smile at her, she was very cute when she was angry.

"Ok," He relented, tracing a finger up her foot and feeling her shudder at his touch. He'd recently found out that she had extremely ticklish feet and very much enjoyed taking advantage of it, "What is it?"

"Sam," She moaned as she tried to get her feet out of his grasp but he held on tightly as he trailed his finger back down her foot.

"Yes,"

"Stop it," She told him as she tried to push her feet flat against the couch.

"Stop what?" He asked innocently as he looked back to the T.V.

"You know what," She whined.

"Nope," He shrugged as he continued running his finger up and down her foot.

"You know sometimes I think you don't care what I think," She huffed as he turned back to her.

"Only when the hockey's on," He flashed her a smile before turning his head back to the T.V.

"Sam!" She said as she tried more forcefully to get him to release his grasp on her.

"Ok, ok," He chuckled, letting go of her and shifting himself round on the couch to face her, "What's up?"

"You're an ass," She told him, as she repositioned herself so that she was sitting on her feet.

"You interrupted hockey to tell me something I already know?" He smirked while she just glared at him.

"No. I interrupted you because Sarah's coming to visit in a few days right?"

"Yup," He confirmed, Sarah was coming into town for a meeting with a client and wanted to meet up with them. From the way Andy was looking at him he knew she was planning something.

"So I was thinking," He wasn't going to like this, "Why don't we go out for dinner with her and bring my dad along as well,"

"What like a double date?" He asked.

"No you idiot…ewww…that's just…" But she stopped rambling as he laughed, "I meant like a family dinner thing, you know, it would be good for them to meet at some point," He knew Andy had been hinting at this before but he figured he had a few months before she suggested a family get together.

"And you really want to do it this time?" He asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" She looked at him as if he was stupid.

"Because you've met Sarah once before and that was when you answered the door wearing just my shirt," He smiled at the memory, trust Sarah to turn up unannounced and find out about Andy like that.

"Yeah well it wasn't the best introduction but when we went out to dinner after that it was all fine," Awkward was the word Sam would have used but Sarah and Andy seemed to get on very well, mostly conspiring against him and blaming him for not telling Sarah beforehand.

"Well at least she called this time," He offered her but he still wasn't keen on the idea of having dinner with Tommy and Sarah.

"She did call last time but you decided that we should stay in bed all weekend and wouldn't answer your phone," Sam just smiled at the memory, it had been a particularly good plan until Sarah had shown up.

"Well she should have taken the hint,"

"She's your sister,"

"I know but she still interrupted my plans," He defended himself. Once Sarah had shown up he had a very long and awkward conversation with her about Andy before she suggested meeting them for dinner that night. Of course by that time she had managed to kill the mood completely. As soon as Sarah left Andy spent the rest of the day working out how to make a better impression, six hours which he had, had other plans for.

"Anyway dinner with your sister and my dad? Yes?" She asked, smiling sweetly at him but he couldn't hide his opinion on the situation, "What Sam? They have to meet sometime,"

"Uh…" He started, running a hand through his hair.

"What's the problem?"

"Sarah having dinner with three cops, what do you think we'll end up talking about," He told her. Over the years Sam had done his best to make his job seem far less dangerous to Sarah but he knew if she had dinner with three cops they would spend most of the time talking about work and he didn't want her to hear any horror stories that would cause her to worry any more.

"It's ok we'll talk about other things and I'll warn dad not to bring up anything as well," Andy told him, offering him a sympathetic look as she moved over to him, "Ok?" She asked as she grabbed hold of his hand.

"Ok," He agreed as he leaned closer, resting his forehead against hers.

"It'll be fine," Andy told him as she brushed her lips against his. Sam just nodded as he grabbed hold of her, pulling her onto his lap before kissing her. Trailing his hands up and down her back he deepened the kiss as Andy grabbed at his hair. Just as he was about to push her down onto the couch she squealed, breaking her lips away from his, as his phone vibrated through his pocket. Sam couldn't help but laugh at her as he pulled his phone out.

"You sure know how to keep your cool," He told her, looking at the caller ID, it was the station.

"Yeah well…shut up," She told him as she climbed off him and headed towards the kitchen, "I'll start making dinner,"

"Pizza menu's in the top draw, I'll take a peperoni," He laughed, it was how Andy had cooked for him the last few times.

Feeling the vibrations in his hand he flicked it open, putting it to his ear before answering, "Hello?"

"Sam,"

"Frank," He greeted, if he was calling him at this time of night it couldn't be good, "What's up?"

"You know Richard Carter," Sam wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement but Frank continued, "He's back in town, there's talk of setting up a UC, Boyd's got a lead on him…"

"I thought Boyd was done," Sam felt his grip tightening around the phone, after everything that Boyd had put him through with Brennan he was supposed to be finished.

"Not sure on the details but he's requested you," Sam fought the urge to tell him what he thought of that as the name played on his mind, Richard Carter. Sam had only been a rookie when Richard Carter had been around. He had his hand in every business in town from drugs to illegal trafficking and he was untouchable. Every cop that got close was killed but nothing ever stuck to the guy and he was back now.

"What's he want?" Sam had told himself he was done with undercover, he had Andy now. He couldn't put her or himself through that again but this was Richard Carter, after everything he had done someone needed to put him away and Sam's desire to get him was stronger than most.

"I've not been told any details just that they want to meet you tomorrow morning," Frank said as Sam took a moment to process this, "You don't have to do this Sam,"

"Yeah," Was all he managed, he didn't have to, he didn't want to but part of him needed to.

Present Day

Sam was dragged back from the memory by the pain coursing through his body. Opening his eyes he let them search his body for the source, stopping when they located the small hole at the top of his right leg. Staring at it he realised it could have been someone else but then he felt the pain surge through his body again. If it wasn't for that he was sure he would have forgotten he'd been shot too, his blood had long since melded in with his companions to paint the concrete floor around them and so he barely noticed that it was still pouring from his leg.

This was not how Sam had imagined it would end but right now it seemed like the only way. He was alone, trapped in this hellhole and there was no sign that anyone knew where they were. Taking one last look at the body in his arms Sam felt a single tear roll down his cheek but it wasn't for what had happened. No this was for what would follow if he survived because right now, after everything that happened, death seemed like an easier option.

Letting his eyes shut he felt his body waver, his breaths becoming shallower, maybe it was finally time for him to let go. There was nothing more he could do, nothing more to fight for. Darkness was the only thing left to him, there would be no more pain there, no more memories just peace. Feeling his body fall, the darkness surrounding him Sam knew one thing, whatever happened nothing would be the same again.