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A Sam/Andy fic.
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Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Rookie Blue.
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A/N: I foresee many fics being written from this episode.
Alright, this one is about what I think Sam was thinking as he was running into the rec center.
I hope you guys like this one, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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Dammit, I shouldn't have pawned her off on Shaw, Sam thought as he made his way into the building. He heard her call for 'officer shot' over the radio, and was torn between his worry for both of their lives. She was alive for now, but he didn't know how much longer that would last. Shaw had called him to tell him that Andy was going after the subject alone.
The fabric of the gauze scratched against the metal of the gun in his hand, making him think of how they'd gotten into this situation. If he hadn't waited for Monica, if he'd listened to Andy in the first place, maybe she wouldn't be in trouble right now. Yeah, the cut had been deep ... but I could have managed an hour before getting stitches!
Clenching his jaw, he moved through the building swiftly. Sam headed for the gym, seeing Shaw on the floor against the wall.
"Where is she?" he asked, crouching down. His voice betrayed his worriedness, something that he could tell Shaw noticed.
Oliver motioned to the door beside him with his head, "The basement."
Sam nodded, quickly moving through the door. He didn't know how far ahead of him she was, or how much time she had. The guy was armed, and had nothing to lose anymore. Sam had no doubts that he would try to kill Andy if he could, just as he had no doubts that he couldn't let that happen.
After a minute, he heard the unmistakable sound of many gunshots being fired. No, he thought, quickening his pace. He couldn't bear it if anything happened to her.
He was running down the dark hallway, his flashlight paving the way for him, the gun tight in his hand. He didn't think he would be able to control himself if the pedophile had killed Andy.
Be alive, he chanted. Be alive.
His prayers seemed to be answered, for his flashlight flared on Andy's upright body, where she stood with her gun lowered, but still drawn. She stared at the body of a man - the subject - on the floor, after having killed him.
She's alright, he thought in relief. She's okay.
He slid his gun back into his holster, his hand coming up to her shoulder. She was shaken up ... very shaken up. Her wide eyes hadn't left the man on the floor, and he wasn't sure they were going to any time soon.
This is gonna be messy, he thought, looking around at the sounds of the girl whimpering. His hand left her shoulder unwillingly, needing to find the little girl. He got back to her as soon as he could, cradling the girl against his shoulder. As he whispered to her that it was going to be okay, he noticed Andy's scared expression nearly mirroring that of the little girl.
"It's gonna be okay," he told them both. "It's okay."
It would be okay ... he would make it be okay. No matter what he had to do. She was his responsibility, and he worried about her. Maybe more than he should, but that could be dealt with later. Right now, he needed her to know that everything was going to be okay.
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The end.
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