Well hello there! I've been talking about it for a few weeks now, here is my new AU (Alternate Universe for those less used to the fanfiction world). The inspiration hit me one day where someone on Twitter threw the idea that she would love to see Sam helping Andy to get out of an abusive relationship.

This story is set before season one, as Sam and Andy are respectively aged around 28 and 21. It's M-Rated because it's involving themes like domestic violence, and maybe some more 'happy' M-Rated scenes later on.

I'm letting you read now! Hope you like it…

Sam was sitting on the passenger seat of the squad car, looking at the houses passing by on the other side of the window. He hated when he had to patrol with his the man who had been his training officer; he hadn't been a rookie for almost 5 years now, 4 to be exact, and he was still feeling like one when he was with Boyko.

It wasn't that they didn't get along well, because it actually wasn't that bad, and he was an excellent officer, but Sam just couldn't stop feeling like a rookie when he was with him.

"I heard you applied for the staff sergeant position?" Sam asked, breaking the silence that had been between them for a few minutes.

"Yeah, we'll see what happens now." He replied, nodding without taking his eyes off the road.

Sam nodded too, he wasn't waiting for a longer answer, his partner had never been the kind of man who talked a lot and he was used to it, it was actually one of the points they had in common. Turning back his eyes to the road in front of him he looked at the streets of Toronto. They had been dark for a few hours already and the traffic had lessened since they had started their shifts a couple of hours ago; it was still there though.

The radio at Sam's left started to buzz and he listened to it carefully, trying to hear what the person was saying

We have a noise complaint at 130 Carlton Street, apartment 202.

Boyko looked at him from the corner of his eyes and made a sign, telling him to answer it. Sam caught the radio with his left hand to say they were on route. His partner turned on the car's flashing lights, making his way across the few corners that were between them and the call in a couple of minutes.

Parking the squad car in front of the apartment building they both quickly go out, hurrying as they made their way to the second floor. A young woman came to answer when they knocked on the door of apartment 202, explaining them that it was her right neighbor; they had been screaming at each other for more than an hour and she had heard loud noises a few times too.

"We're going to take care of that ma'am." Sam simply said before the woman closed the door, leaving them alone in the hallway.

Sam's partner was quicker and he immediately went to knock on apartment 204 which was a door further. They could still hear a conversation going on inside but they seemed to be calmer than earlier.

A few seconds later a man came to answer the door, opening it only from about a foot so they couldn't see inside.

"Is there a problem officer?" He asked them with a neutral expression.

"We had a call for a noise complaint, can we come in?" Boyko asked as he took a step towards the door.

"I'm sorry officer it won't happen again, there's nothing interesting to see here." He continued with a small smile.

Sam wrinkled his brow, wondering why he didn't want them to come inside. He gave a look to his partner beside him who was still glaring at the man in front of them.

"I understand, but we still have to look, mister..?" The older officer asked, visibly asking for the name of the man standing in their way.

"Anderson, Christopher Anderson." He said, still not letting them come in.

"Take a step back, Mister Anderson." Sam demanded, taking a step in the direction of the man who finally backed off, reluctantly letting them come inside.

A chair was lying on the floor a little further and there were remains of a broken plate a few meters on its right. Sam shot a puzzled look at his partner, wondering what could've possibly happened here. Both Sam and Boyko took a few more steps inside the apartment before turning to the man who had let them in.

"It's my girlfriend." He said, nodding towards the left. "She didn't see the chair and fell on the ground while she was still holding the plate in her hands." He told them, explaining why their kitchen was looking like such a mess.

Boyko nodded and Sam turned to where the man had pointed before. That's when he noticed her for the first time since he came in the room. She was sitting on the couch, wearing a pink, grey and white plaid pajama pants and a black tank top.

Her dark brown long hair was falling freely on her shoulders and she was looking at Sam directly in the eyes with a strange expression that made him shiver. She seemed to be really young, Sam thought she couldn't have been much older than 20. She tried to smile awkwardly at him and that's when his eyes left her big brown ones to notice that her lower lip was cut and bleeding.

Throwing a skeptical look in the direction of Christopher, he turned back to the young woman sitting on the couch and took a few steps in her direction, looking at her with a curious look as he was wondering what happened to her lip.

"I'm officer Swarek and that's my partner, officer Boyko, is there a problem miss?" He asked her when he was standing in front of her.

The young woman was opening her mouth to answer when her boyfriend decided to talk for her.

"No, not at all, right honey?" He said with a forced smile, nodding to support his words.

She shook her head to agree with him as she looked one last time into Sam's eyes before lowering them on her hands that were crossed on her lap.

"How did you do that to yourself?" Sam asked as he got down on one knee in front of her, looking at her bloody lip more closely.

"I told you, she tripped on the chair and fell on the ground." Anderson continued on a slightly annoyed tone. "It's late officers, can we get it over with so we can go to sleep?" He asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I think my partner asked that question to your girlfriend, not to you." Boyko replied, taking a step in front of him, a threatening look on his face.

The man nodded, he wasn't happy about it but at least he was going to let her answer. He turned to his girlfriend, waiting to hear what she would say. She looked at him for a moment before turning her eyes back to Sam who was looking at her. His big brown eyes were so full of compassion and sincerity that she suddenly felt the need to tell him the truth for once, but a last look to the one she was calling her boyfriend made her change her mind.

"What he said, I fell, bit my lip." She said as she lowered her eyes to the ground, avoiding the inquisitive eyes of the police officer in front of her.

Sam continued looking at her, raising an eyebrow; he wasn't at all convinced by her answer, but she didn't seem like she wanted to talk more tonight and he couldn't really force her.

"You sure?" He asked a second time as she squeezed her lips one against the other.

"Yup." She said as only answer, making the 'p' at the end of the word pop before raising her eyes to look at the man in front of her, trying to compose a convinced look.

"You heard her, it was an accident, and probably what caused the noise too." The man said as he got closer to her girlfriend, resting his hand on the woman's shoulder.

Sam quickly got up, his eyes still on the young woman. He thought he seen her shiver slightly when Christopher's hands landed on her shoulders but he didn't have the opportunity to ask more questions because his partner was already heading for the door of the apartment.

"I hope we won't have to come back here." Boyko told them as he put his hand on the door handle, a serious look on his face.

"You won't officers." Anderson replied with a smile.

As he was walking behind his partner, Sam turned to look at the young woman on the couch for one last time.

"If you need anything, miss, you know where to find us." He told her on a soft tone, still looking at her with an uncertain look.

"It's Andy." She only said, nodding as she agreed with what he was saying.

"Have a good evening, Andy." Sam said, giving her a small nod as a goodbye before closing the door between them.

The two men went down the stairs without a word and got to the police car. Sam opened the door of the vehicle before stopping to look at his partner in front of him.

"You think they're saying the truth?" He asked, wrinkling his brow, still not convinced that they had heard the whole story.

Boyko shrugged before opening the door, sliding behind the wheel.

"We will probably never know, and it's not our problem, if she had wanted to tell us she would've done it." He simply told him before starting the engine.

"Maybe she would have if he hadn't been there." Sam continued, turning to grab his seatbelt.

"Maybe." He said before getting the car on the road.

Sam understood that it was the end of the discussion. He slid his hand across his face, sighing before he turned to the window.

"Come 'on Sammy, it's not the first time we have to deal with a case of domestic violence where the victim doesn't want to denounce her boyfriend. You know there's nothing we can do about it." Boyko continued, turning to look at him as he stopped at the traffic light on the corner of Carlton and Jarvis.

"Yeah, I know." Sam answered, nodding.

He was right, it wasn't the first time they had to deal with a case like this, and Sam never really liked them, but this time he felt like something was different. He didn't know why, but he was feeling a strong need to protect this young woman he had only seen for a few minutes.

She looked so vulnerable on that couch, so young and innocent; she actually kind of looked like his sister when she was her age. Nobody should've had to suffer another human being mood swings like that, but unfortunately, Sam knew very well that it she wasn't the first one to go through something like that, and she certainly wouldn't be the last one.

Pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers he turned to his ex-training officer who already seemed like he had forgot all about what happened. Normally, Sam would have probably acted just like him, but there was something about this woman that was getting to him more strongly that he was used to.

The radio crackled between them and Sam answered while Boyko turned on the lights of the squad car, driving to the place of their call. Sam shook his head, trying to get Andy out of his head, still not knowing why he felt so connected to her after only a few minutes.

His partner stopped the car a few blocks further and Sam got out hastily, hoping that the recent events would get out of his head that quickly, but he had this strange feeling that this was not the last time he would see that woman… He was just hoping that the next time they would meet; it would be in better circumstances.

So what did you think about it? Do you want me to continue? I hope so! I'll try writing the next chapter as soon as I found possible.

P.S. It's actually the first time I've uploaded a story in French&English at the same time! So you guys don't have to wait for the translation!