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A Sam/Andy fic.

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Disclaimer: Alas, I still do not own Rookie Blue.

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A/N: Well, this one should be more Sam-oriented, but will probably meld Andy and Sam's perspectives.

The idea is basically that an old flame comes into Sam's life, stirring up bad feelings that he wanted to forget. Andy tries to comfort him, but he gets upset with her. Alright ... any more, and I'll give it all away!

I plan on doing a couple chapters for this one, so it should definitely be long than most of my fics.

Side-note: Had about a five minute "hehe-squeal" session after I checked out "Sam Swarek's" bio on ABC dot com ... specifically the part where it says his secret is "A growing passion for his rookie, Andy McNally."

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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Andy had been paired with Sam for the last week and a half, learning under his surprisingly impressive tutelage. Though they'd butted heads initially, he'd proved to be a competent, resourceful, and deceptively caring mentor. Andy knew she had misjudged him when they'd first met - aside from the obvious - and was grateful for the chance to get to see him in a new light.

On one particularly slow day, Sam was explaining the importance of cleaning your gun at the end of every shift to Andy, when his cell phone rang. He gave the phone to Andy, telling her to answer it since he was driving.

"Hello?" she answered, waiting for the other person to speak.

"Is this the number for Samuel Swarek?" an official sounding voice wondered.

'Samuel?' Andy mouthed, causing him to roll his eyes. "Uh, yes," she spoke into the phone. "But Samuel is preoccupied right now. Would you like me to relay a message?" She didn't miss the glare that Sam sent her way at the use of his full name.

"Yes, thank you. I'm calling from St. Michael's hospital. I got his number off a patient's emergency contact card," the nurse explained. "Could you tell him that his wife has been admitted? He can get her information at the front desk when he comes in."

Andy blinked glancing over at Sam, who looked back at her with a confused expression on his face. "Um, yeah, I'll let him know. Thank you." She hung up the phone, pursing her lips before handing it back. She wasn't exactly sure why she was upset about that discovery, but now wasn't the time.

"Well, what was it?" Sam wondered, slipping the phone back into its cover.

Andy inhaled, forcing a neutral expression onto her face. "Your wife is at St. Michael's," she relayed, glancing at him with steady eyes. "The nurse wouldn't tell me why, but they want you to come in."

Sam stared straight ahead at the road in front of him, his muscles tensed, and his eyes unblinking.

Andy watched his reaction, wondering why he'd never mentioned before that he was married. Especially after ... I mean, it's not as though we actually kissed, but it was pretty close. And if I hadn't stopped it, who knows what might have happened? "So, do you want to go back to the station? I mean, I'm sure they can pair me up with someone else so you can take the rest of the day off," she suggested.

Sam clenched his jaw, heading down the nearest alleyway so that he could turn around.

After a while, Andy noticed that they were heading towards the hospital.

"Really, if you want to be alone right now, I don't mind being reassigned," Andy assured him. Mostly because, for some reason, she didn't want to have to meet the woman that he had chosen to marry. "I'm sure you'll be at the hospital for -"

"No, I won't," Sam interrupted. "I'll be in and out."

Andy furrowed her brow in confusion. "Okay ... what aren't you telling me?"

He flickered his eyes in her direction briefly, the vein that ran along his neck bulging for a moment. "Nothing that's any of your business."

Andy raised her eyebrows at that, but didn't say anything. Clearly the news had upset him, and though she had several questions she intended to ask him, she knew that right then wasn't the time.

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They arrived at the hospital several minutes later, making their way out of the car and into the building. Andy expected to be told to wait in the car, but then remembered one thing that she'd learned about Sam - he never left his rookie alone. Apparently not even when there was a 'family' emergency.

The two of them shuffled through the crowd - made easier by their police uniforms - finally making it up to the nurses' station.

"Excuse me?" Sam spoke, waiting for one of the two nurses behind the large desk to respond.

The younger girl looked up. "Good afternoon, officer," she greeted. "What can I do for you?"

"A Cindy Swarek was brought in here sometime within the last hour," Sam told her. "One of the nurses called me to come in."

She typed in the information into the computer, waiting a second for the responding data to come up. After a moment she nodded. "And your name is?"

"Sam Swarek," he replied.

The nurse nodded. "Okay, well your wife was brought in after she collapsed in a subway station. She sustained minor injuries, but we're still trying to ascertain the cause of the collapse."

Sam clenched his jaw, nodding his head slowly. "Can you give me her room number?"

The nurse gave him the number and directions, leaving the two officers to seek out the room.

Andy walked just behind Sam as he moved quickly down the hall, sensing that something was definitely off. She wanted to ask, but knew that he would only tell her to shut up if she did.

Once they reached the room, Sam paused for a moment, turning towards Andy. "Wait here," he told her, and she quickly nodded her head yes.

He stepped into the room, making his way to her bed. She looked about the same as the last time he'd seen her - same blonde hair, same make-up, same worn appearance. Sam sighed, moving into her line of sight.

"Sammy?" she asked, looking up at him with surprise in her eyes. "Is that you?" Her voice was groggy, and her eyes couldn't remain focused on him for very long.

"I won't be here long, Cindy," he informed her. "Where is it?"

She stared at him with a blank expression on her face. "What do you mean? I haven't seen you in over a year, Sammy. Don't you even have a kiss for your wife?"

His eyes bore heavily into hers, searing through her addled demeanor. "Where. Is. It?" he questioned once more.

She sighed, seeing that he wasn't budging. "I don't have any," she tried.

Sam found her purse on the table beside her bed, making a beeline for it.

Cindy scoffed, her eyes rolling up to the back of her head for a moment, before she was able to focus on him again. "There's nothing in there. Now, can you just sign me out of here and take me home?"

Sam picked the purse up, moving back to the foot of the hospital bed to dump the contents of the purse onto the space by her feet.

Cindy twitched ever so slightly, but made no other move to stop him.

Sam flicked various objects aside, eyeing everything that had fallen out of the bag.

"See, I told you, Sammy. I don't have anything. It was just a bad headache," she told him. "I'll be fine once I get some rest, but you know how much I hate hospitals. Please, just take me home?"

He looked up at her, regarding her for a moment before he stuck his hands back into the purse and ripped the lining in half.

"What are you doing!" she cried out, trying to sit up, but not having the strength to reach for the bag. A thin package fell out, standing out against all the other items on the bed.

Sam clenched his jaw tightly, glaring back up at her. He tossed the purse on the floor, picking the package up off the bed. "Looks like we won't have to wait for the blood work to get back to find out what crap you're on," he told her. "I am sick of this, Cindy. I'm taking your drugs, and I want my name off your emergency contact list. If I see you again, it'll be to arrest you."

She opened her mouth to protest, but he turned and left before she could utter so much as a word.

Sam strode past Andy, gripping the 'evidence' in his hand. "Let's go," he told her, walking back to the nurses' station. "Excuse me," he said to the younger nurse again. "Can you tell me which doctor is dealing with Cindy Swarek?"

She checked one of the charts on the desk, replying, "Doctor Smithson. Would you like me to page him for you?"

"Yes," Sam answered shortly.

Andy waited patiently beside him, feeling very awkward. She'd heard the conversation - if it could be called that - from her spot by the door. Now, she didn't know what to think.

Several minutes later, the doctor arrived at the station. "You're Mr Swarek?" he questioned, looking at Sam, and then Andy.

"Yes," he answered. "I just wanted to inform you that I found these drugs in Cindy's purse." He held them up for the doctor to see. "She's been on and off heroin for at least the last three years, but almost never takes it alone, always adds something to the mix. I can provide you with a sample from this for testing, but I'll need to take the rest in for evidence. Any problems with that?"

The doctor stared at him for a moment before he shook his head. "I guess not. We'll run some tests, and keep her under observation. Although I must say, I can't believe we didn't see it."

Sam shook his head. "She's good at hiding it, trust me."

The doctor turned to the nurses that were watching the scene before them with shock. "Olivia, would you grab a collection kit out of that drawer?"

The younger nurse nodded, retrieving the bag for him.

Sam watched as he took a sample of the drugs, closing and marking the container.

"Do you need anything else from us, officer?" the doctor asked.

Sam shook his head. "No, I think we're good here." He was about to walk away when the doctor called him back.

"Just so I'm understanding this ... you're aware of your wife's drug addiction? Has she been in counseling, rehab, anything?"

Sam sighed, looking at the doctor for a moment before he responded, "That emergency contact card is a little out of date, doc." He didn't give anything more for an answer, just turned and walked back out of the hospital.

Andy followed, wondering where to begin - if she should begin. She was silent as he started the car, pulled out of the hospital parking area, and made his way back to their section, calling in to report their return to duty.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. "So, I'm just gonna go out on a limb here, and guess ... ex-wife?"

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End of chapter one.

Alright, what do you guys think so far? Like it, hate it?

I'm writing Sam a bit more angry in this fic, but it will all work out, I think.

Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.

Until next time ...!