Having not written anything in years I recently got back into writing thanks to my burning desire to write New Girl Fan Fiction.. Then on the summer break I discovered Rookie Blue and I am now literally obsessed with the show! I'm nervous about sharing my writing but this particular story is stuck in my brain and is screaming to be put down on paper so here it is.. I had planned this as a One Shot but as I am short on time working full time I thought I'd try to do a little and often, so hopefully I'll have regular but short chapters till I feel the conclusion! Reviews welcome!
Usual disclaimer - I (sadly!) don't own Rookie Blue or any of the characters.
Oliver paced back and forth in front of Courtroom 4. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and checked for messages. Still nothing. He looked at his watch, another 40 minutes had passed. He said a silent prayer and hoped that no news was good news. He stopped his pacing and went to the window and stared out.
Just at that moment the doors to the courtroom opened and Detective Sam Swarek came striding out.
"Hey Buddy, didn't expect to see you up here. Door to door service huh? I thought Id have to ring for a ride..." His voice trailed off as Oliver turned around and Sam saw the look on his face.
"What? What's happened?" Sam realised immediately this wasn't the informal pick up he'd asked his friend to make earlier when he'd dropped his truck at the mechanics. As he had to get to court and give evidence, he'd bribed Shaw with the promise of lunch if he'd pick him up outside the court building after the case and drop him back at the garage.
"It's Andy. She's been hurt."
Sam's heart started hammering in his chest. "How bad is it?"
Oliver looked up and what Sam saw in his eyes was enough to stop his heart dead.
"It's bad Sammy. Looks real bad."
The color drained from Sam's face and Oliver knew he'd been right to come and let Sam hear the news from him. Andy and Sam might not be together, but he had known Sammy long enough to know his friend was still very much in love with McNally. Sam was just too stubborn to admit it to himself, let alone anyone else. As soon as Sam heard about the shooting he'd want to be at the hospital. That or chasing after the bastard that did this. Either way he'd want to be doing something and being by himself would make him wreckless. Hearing the news on the radio when he switched it on outside the court shouldn't be how he found out, Oliver and Frank had been right, waiting here for Sam was the safest move right now, even if Oliver could think of nothing worse than what he was about to tell him.
Sam might have been doing a decent enough job of making the rest of the world believe he'd moved on and was settled with Marlo, but Oliver had seen the way Sam was blown away by the Rookie from literally the week they'd met and had seen their growing friendship become a deep love and undeniable bond. That wasn't just going to go away. Oliver knew soul mates when he saw them. He'd always figured that was why they split up actually. He knew this was the first time that Sam had ever needed someone. To be in a position where he felt the need to put someone before every single other thing in his life wasn't something that came naturally to Sam and yet with Andy he couldn't help it, it was beyond his control. And being out of control wasn't something Sam could handle. Lost in the grief of losing his best friend, running away wasn't the easiest option, but it was just Sam trying to make sense of what his life had become. Andy and Sam might both have tried to move forward with their lives but Oliver was convinced it was only a matter of time before their timing came back round and both would be ready to face how much they meant to each other.
But as Sam started yelling at him about what the hell happened, Oliver's mind flashed back to the image of McNally lying broken and disjointed in the street, Epstein kneeling at her side frantically trying to stem the bleeding from a bullet wound to her neck. If being shot hadn't threatened Andy's life enough, the fall she'd taken from the fire exit as the impact of the blast knocked her off her feet just made the odds seem even worse. If their timing had always been off, now Oliver really worried that actually, time had run out.