Back to You

By: Hannah Lowe

"Police, open up! Now!"

The man looked over at young couple, huddling in a corner, tears staining the woman's tan face. The shorter man, slightly panic stricken, raised a finger to his mouth, motioning the woman to keep quiet. He backed up the stairs, leaving to greet the officers.

The girl stared up at the other man, shorter than the first, who looked back at her, a small grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "You're gonna' get out of here. You're gonna' be safe," he whispered.

"He's a detective, Sam. He can easily get the cops away from here and come back and kill us," she whimpered, fresh tears stinging her eyes. Sam pulled at his hands, trying to hug Andy, but couldn't due to the handcuffs tying down his hands.

"McNally, Andy, listen to me. We'll be fine. I bet you that's Oliver or Nash or someone. Frank, even. They're going to get us out of here, alright?" Andy nodded her head, sniffling quietly.

Chapter 1

"McNally, sometime today." Sam's stern voice called out, snapping Andy out of her conversation with Traci. He stalked past them, on his way to the cruiser. Andy shook her head, smiling slightly.

"What are you all happy about?" Traci questioned, turning to leave.

"Oh nothing," Andy replied, the corners of her mouth turning up. Traci scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "I'll tell you after work, promise," Andy called as she ran to catch up with Sam.

Andy slid into the passenger seat of the cruiser, Sam handing her a coffee. As she went to speak, Sam put a hand up to silence her. He gave her a look, daring her to still talk. Andy turned her head to look out the window; this is going to be a long shift.

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"So," Andy started, "There's a rumor going around saying that you and Emma broke up. True or false?"

Sam sighed. He was hoping she wouldn't bring up Emma. Who he had been dating for the past month. He had started dating Emma when McNally turned him down. Well, not actually turn him down, considering he never asked her on a date. More like he tried to make out with her one drunken night in the Penny parking lot. So when he met Emma, he was interested in her, she was sweet, beautiful, smart. She was everything he could ever want. But she wasn't McNally. God, I lo-

"Sam?" Andy's worried voice bringing him out of his reverie.

"Oh, uh, yeah. You shouldn't listen to those rumors, McNally. And I don't think that's any of your business, anyways," he defended. Truth is, he just didn't want to talk about it.

"Sam, I'm your partner, and if it affects your work…" she trailed off.

"Fine," he paused, trying to figure out what to say, "yeah, Emma and I broke it off. It, uh, just wasn't going anywhere."

"I'm sorry to hear that. But don't worry, you'll find the right girl someday." She put her hand on his, trying to show sincere feelings, but on the inside she was jumping for joy. Sigh, the right girl is right in front of you, Sam. Why can't you see?

She felt Sam stiffen in his seat, seen the muscles in his jaw and neck tighten, his hand was back on the wheel, with the other, gripping it so tight his knuckles turned white at her words.

"Oh yeah? And when do you think you'll find Mr. Perfect?" he retorted, as he calmed down.

I already have, she smiled.

"And who's that?"

Oh crap, did I really just say that out loud? Andy cleared her throat, "His name is-"

"B&E on 27 Riverdale Avenue." Andy looked at Sam, who gave her a look, letting her know this wasn't over. She grabbed the radio and pressed the button.

"1505, 10-4. Be there in 5."

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Sam sat at the Penny, scotch in hand, going over and over what McNally had said, I already have. Who the hell could that be? Couldn't be Callaghan, they broke up months ago, and it couldn't be Chris, they were like brother and sister, and he was engaged to Peck. Maybe Epstein…. No, couldn't be man-boy either. Could be Anderson, who transferred to the fifteenth a couple weeks back, but he wasn't there long enough.

"Hey Sammy, what are you thinking in there?" Oliver asked, bringing him out of his thoughts. Sam turned to him, glaring.

"What do you mean?" he asked stupidly.

"Oh, I get it. You're thinking about your rookie," Oliver chuckled. Sam was about to retort when the doors of the Penny opened, revealing Traci and Andy.

Sam's breath caught. She wasn't wearing anything fancy, but she was breath-taking. She was wearing a teal tank top and white shorts with strappy sandals on her feet. Great for the summer heat, simple, yet Sam felt like all the air was sucked out of him.

He felt Oliver tap him on the shoulder, but ignored him as Andy made her way over. Sam downed the rest of his scotch, ordering another as she slid up next to him.

"Hot date, McNally?" Oliver quietly excused himself, going over to see Dov and Chris.

"I don't know, if he says yes," she answered smugly.

"Oh yeah? And who is he? Do I know him?" Sam started worrying, hoping no one snatched up his Andy.

"Yeah, you do. He's my TO, actually. Hard headed, stubborn, likes quiet. Has the worst jokes and acts all hard-ass, but he has a heart of gold," she smiled.

Sam smiled back, quickly catching on, "I bet he's also awesome. And why wouldn't this guy say yes?"

"Well, he just got out of a relationship," Sam cringed slightly, "and I don't want to push him. But if he really wants to…" she trailed off, trailing her fingers up his arm.

Sam looked at her, jaw slacked, and smiled. "Andy, how many drinks have you had?"

Andy laughed, "Me and Trac had some before we got here. You want to go?" she tilted her head back at the door. Sam laid some money on the counter before getting up and wrapping an arm around Andy's waist, leaving the Penny.

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And that's chapter one. But I'm not sure if I should continue? This is my first ff so be nice. No beta so sorry for anything wrong. R&R please ! Don't worry, it will actually have a plot. But I thought the first chapter should be sorta fluffy haha.