So this idea came to me at some point during my lazy day, as it is pouring rain. I know I shouldn't be starting a new story with another one I still have yet to update, plus a number of one shots. But this couldn't wait. And I have no motivation for After Burn, so whatever.

So, it depends on how you guys like this that'll decide whether and not I'm going to continue this. And school starts next week, so I don't know how much time I will have to write. But I'll try.

So….review?

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"Okay Trace, look, I'm on my way now. Give me ten minutes," Andy begged her best friend. She had woken up late and had just made it to her car. So it was no surprise that she would be late again. On the bright side, she didn't have work that day. Instead, was taking Traci to work and then off to a doctor's appointment. It was a short drive to her friend's house, but with morning traffic, it could take all day.

She heard Traci acknowledge Andy's promise, bid her a farewell, and hang up. Andy tossed the phone into a cup holder, turned the radio up, and put her eyes back on the road. She noticed a passing squad car and paid special attention to see if it was anyone she knew. But it was from another division, so chances were slim.

She applied pressure to the breaks as she came to a stop in front of Traci's home. Impatient, she honked the horn until she seen Traci push the door open and ran to the car. She pulled open the door and set herself inside and gave her friend a playful glare.

"You know," she said, "If I didn't know better, I would think a certain someone caused you to stay in bed all morning?" She winked suggestively, poking fun at Andy's long-term relationship. For the past few months, Andy had been involved with a volunteer firefighter, Teddy. To everyone else, he appeared to be a polite gentlemen, but behind closed doors he was a different story.

But Andy never told anyone, not even her best friend. As a rookie cop, she believed that she could take care of herself. She knew what he did to her was horribly wrong, but she was afraid to leave him. There were times where he was amazing to her, but others….

She laughed off Traci's comment and plastered a fake smile on. "I wish," she chuckled, "He had to go into work. So I'm stuck by myself."

Traci pouted mockingly, "That's too bad. But you won't be alone for long, you have that appointment. Speaking of which, if we don't hurry, both of us will be late."

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Once alone in the car, Andy let her thoughts wander. It was an average physical she was going in for, but she was worried Dr. Andrews wouldn't notice the bruises that lined her hips. She usually did a good job at covering them, but she was a trained professional, and Andy wasn't in the mood to deal with someone lecturing about her broken relationship.

She found the music comforting; country. At home, she never got to listen to it. Ted wasn't a fan. But alone in her car, it's all she listened to. Wanting to be in a better mood, she turned the music up, glad to know her favourite song was playing. She glanced around the street, making sure no passing cars were watching. She started out humming the tune, still slightly paranoid. But after a moment, she became more comfortable, and opened her mouth to sing lively.

Her job was high risk; she could be killed every day. And at home it wasn't much better. So anytime she had alone, she would be grateful for. She was tired of how Ted was treating her, his size making it almost impossible to fight back. But she could put up with it a bit longer, she had to. Once she had the confidence, she was out of there.

Lost in thought, she hardly noticed the red light. She did, thankfully, slam the breaks and shot forward in her seat. She put a hand in front of her head, instinctively, to protect her skull from cracking. Her hand slapped into the wheel, pain shooting up her arm. Her breath caught in her lungs and her eyes snapped shut, preparing for a collision.

Blaring horns around her made her finally open her eyes. She sat up straighter, looking around, and guilt stricken. Her car was still behind the white line, and traffic was still moving as if nothing had happened. Feeling dramatic, she took a moment to compose herself. When the light turned green, she slowly lifted her foot from the break, the car crawling forward.

Breathing deeply, she inspected her hand, which was throbbing. Turning it over to view the back, she noticed a large bruise forming, probably a vein popped from the crash. If you could call it that. Her eyes shifted around and she tried to focus on the other cars, which seemed to be moving all together in a blurred line. She was unable to pick one car out from the rest, probably because she was still shaken.

Glancing at the clock, she noticed she still had an hour before her appointment. It gave her plenty of time to drive around the streets for a while. Turning left onto Ford and Garrison, she drove swiftly through the intersection. Her eyes were still blurry, so she felt it was best to drive slower on less crowded roads.

Sighing happily when the street was empty, she made her way down to quiet neighborhood. Few cars were still parked in the driveway, and she believed them to belong to people who work from home, or those who only took one car. The houses were all larger, matching, and made the street appear to be more high class than it really was. The lawns were a bright green with decorative gardens, paved driveways, clean windows. Andy wished that she could've grown up in a place like that, instead of the dump she usually called home.

Before her mother left, they lived in a posh house only the combined salary of two well paying jobs could afford. But when she left, she and her father were forced to move somewhere that wasn't as safe or friendly. She had invested in a gun, or her dad did for her. And he ever taught her how to use it.

A flash of movement in front of her car caught her attention. Panicked, she kicked the breaks; car slamming to a stop for the second time that morning. This time, though, she didn't have to cover her face to stop the blow. Instead, she watched as a cat scrambled across the pavement, onto the other side of the street.

Blowing a loose strand of hair out of her face, she began driving through another four-way stop. Eyes still trained on the cat, as she didn't want it to jump out in front of her again. She glanced back up at the light, believing she could still make it through before it turned red.

She was wrong.

Her eyes briefly connected with the brown ones belonging to the driver in the truck. She didn't notice him at first, as he didn't notice her. But she turned her head in time to see his truck barreling towards her from her left. His eyes were wide and frightened, but he seemed to know it was too late to do anything but let the impact overwhelm them. It didn't stop him from trying, as the truck began to decrease in speed for the last few feet.

The front of the vehicle crushed her driver's door, shards of glass shattering and flying through the cab. The metal and plastic stretched and splintered under the pressure. Eyes still locked with his, she flung sideways and into the other side of her car. The seatbelt restricted her, and instead she got the gear shift in the ribs. She didn't bother crying out in pain, as when she opened her mouth, the air escaped too quickly to be able to scrape over her vocal chords.

Her head slammed forward as her car was pushed sideways, neck snapping back and she knew she had whiplash. It was the last of her problems, as her body was being bent in ways it shouldn't have been. Her left foot got caught between the crushed door and seat, and she briefly wondered how her leg got over there. But the pain that came after made her lose her train of thought, the sound of snapping and crushing took over her brain.

In the back of her mind, she registered the screaming and yelling, as well as scraping metal. The smell of burning rubber and smoke overtook her senses as flames began to lick up towards the sky from her gas tank. Her hand, which was once gripping the steering wheel, was pushing at the car door, hoping to keep it from collapsing on her. Her other hand clutched at her throat, which seemed tight and no air was getting down.

The car came to a stop, flinging her back to the other side. Her head cracked on the broken window, a sickening crunch resulting in blood dripping down the side of her face. A throbbing took over and she closed her eyes, hoping to silence it. She felt heavy and light, all at the same time. Her legs feeling like lead, but she couldn't really feel them at all.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she let darkness over take her. And for the first time in months, Andy McNally felt truly calm.

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She wasn't sure what made her wake up; it could've been the yelling and screaming, or sirens that seemed louder than she remembered. Could've been the pain that pulled her through a slumber, or maybe it was cold water being splashed on her. She wasn't sure.

She opened her eyes, praying the light wouldn't be so harsh. So such luck. The sun was piercing and made her eyes water. Looking around, she noticed that there were no cops or ambulances. So she couldn't have been out that long. But she could hear them coming, so her time frame was still messed up.

Shifting her gaze around, she noticed her view was obstructed by jagged metal of a crushed truck. She watched for any movements in the driver's side, but the seat appeared to be empty. Which was good, because it meant he had made it out of the truck, hopefully unharmed.

She turned her head to the right, breathing deeply as a sharp pain tightened its hold on her neck. Her car was cluttered with broken glass and all of her things spread throughout. There were people who were trying to make sure she was okay. But none were really doing anything; mostly trying to pry open the door and pull her car from the other.

A man, who she immediately recognized as the driver from the truck, suddenly appeared at the passenger's side. He pushed away the other people, and began to try and open the door. Without any luck. So he picked up a rock from the road and punched it into the window. The sound of shattering glass hardly ever registered, as she wasn't exactly paying attention. He reached inside, not caring for the glass the sliced his palm, and unlocked her door. He pulled it open quickly, and reached inside for her.

"Hey, can you hear me?" he asked, uninjured hand touching her jaw carefully. She made a noise, confirming his question, and tried to give a small smile. She didn't need him to feel guilty. After all, it was her carelessness. She turned her head to face him, weak eyes taking in his appearance.

His raven black hair was wet and unruly; his face was pale with fear. His clothes were tattered and his shirt ripped. He had a small gash under his eye that was allowing blood to trail down his face. He had a strong jaw and mature features. She knew that if she had been single and noticed him, she'd try to jump his bones.

But those thoughts weren't needed at the moment, and she wasn't quite sure how she managed to think them. She turned her focus back to the man, who was cutting her seat belt off with a pocket knife she didn't know he had.

"My name is Sam Swarek. I'm an officer with the fifteenth division. Ma'am, you were just in a car accident," he informed professionally. She almost rolled her eyes, but the pain made it impossible.

"I know," she croaked out, "It was your truck I crashed into." A small smile crept onto his face, and he was amazed at how nonchalant she could be at a time like that. He pulled himself into the car to see if he could pull her out. But when his eyes fell upon her left leg, which was caught in the door, he knew he'd have to wait.

"What's your name?" he asked, needing her to keep talking.

"Andy McNally," she breathed, wincing as she tried to sit up. He shushed her, trying to keep her from moving. "I'm a police officer for the 27th division. You have to call my boss, please. He needs to know I'm going to be late for work."

Damn, Sam thought. He turned and yelled out the door to a bystander who was on the phone with 911. "Give me the phone," he instructed. The citizen did as told, and Sam grabbed the phone. "It's Swarek, from fifteen. We have an off duty officer involved in the car accident. Repeat, officer down. Officer McNally is in need of medical assistance immediately."

She heard the buzzing of voices on the other side of the phone. Her eyes were beginning to lose focus and became glossy. She knew she was going to pass out again; it was only a matter of time. Her lids started to droop and she felt his strong hands trying to shake her awake. She snapped them open, determined to stay awake.

"Stay with me, McNally," he begged. "Stay with me."

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Sooooo…..there's chapter one. It's going to be a Sam/Andy, promise. Sorry for it being so short. And I hope you all liked it. And if wanted, I can continue. I know, I'm being bad by not finishing my other story first. I just don't know where it's going, and this one is sorta all planned in my head.

Anyways, review your thoughts. And sorry if anything is misspelled. I'm sort of hoping that someone wants to beta me….?