I am an extreme Andy/Sam fan but this idea popped into my head before the break up of Andy/Luke and I thought what would happen if they had really get married. P.S. I use the same name for the female in all my stories if I make my OC. I don't really know if Sam's sisters name was every mentioned in the show but for our purposes it is not Sarah. Re-edited 09/13/11.


"I just don't understand why you wouldn't tell me about your application to Gun's and Gang's? I thought you pulled it months ago." Andy asked for like the third time in an hour. This shift is going to be extremely long if this is how she's going to be.

Sam sighed loudly, his jaw tightening even further. The frustration of having to talk to the woman you thought you loved, with the fact that she seems to think she has a voice in how you run your life, even though she married another man. "I didn't tell you because it isn't any of your business, and I did pull it but then I had a reason to stay at 15 and now I don't."

Andy shook her head looking out the window. "It is my business; I'm your partner, I had a right to know."

"And now you do." Sam said tightly implying the conversation was over. That lasted all of about 10 seconds.

"You know, when did you even apply for the position?" She looked accusingly at him.

He finally lost the tight leash he usually kept on his temper, "When you were on your damn honeymoon!" Andy looks taken aback and a little pale in the face. I so did not want to have this conversation, but she started it. "You and I are just partners, Andy. So you don't have a say in what I do, I'm sorry that you will have to get a new partner, but I'm not going to be here to hold you hand." 'You have a husband for that.' he thought bitterly. Not bitter over the fact that she's married and happy. Bitter over the fact that he isn't. At one point he thought it might be Andy but that thought sailed when she came in the station showing off her ring. In that moment he knew that she didn't love him like he loved her. And it hurt like a son of a bitch, still did.

Noise came over the radio breaking the tense moment, "Sounds of a disturbance at 42 Glenwood Avenue, screaming and a 911 call coming in from that address. Unit please respond." Sam shakes his head, immediately switching into Officer Swarek.

Andy reaches over and answers the call "1505 responding. Any more information from the 911 call, dispatch?"

"Patching through the 911 call."

"Oh my god, he's at the window!" a woman's voice coming through the phone. Sams palms grip the steering wheel tighter. He flips on the siren and speeds up.

Sounds of breaking glass come through, "He's found me Help me please, I'm at 42 Glenwood avenue and he's coming in the house!" Sounds of running and screaming "Stay back I have a gun." Andy's face pales, she looks at Sam with wide eyes and he speeds up a little faster than he was already going. Gun shots, then silence. Shit.

"Shots fired at 42 Glenwood Avenue. All available units respond," comes over the radio.


2 minutes later Sam and Andy pull up in front of a white townhouse and get out with our guns drawn. Adrenaline pumping thorough their ears, but they try to listen through the excitement for any sounds. Silence.

They go up the front walk; Sam enters the house first, with Andy following behind. They enter into a living room where the bay window is broken, glass all over the floor, chairs are toppled, and the TV is knocked over, obvious signs of a struggle. Sam clears the room and then enters a kitchen, where there are bullet holes in the fridge door and a small amount of blood on the wall; he clears that room and then points Andy to the stairs, and signals that he'll go into the bedroom. Still no sign of the woman, and then he hears another car pull up, he peaks out the window as he moves down the hallway, Dove and Oliver have shown up and enter the front of the house as backup.

Sam sees Andy and Oliver heading up to clear the top floor, and Dove containing the perimeter. He enters the bedroom and see's no signs of struggle in that room but see's the bathroom door open and a light on. He heads toward the bathroom and sees the closed green shower curtain with darker green leaves on it. He slowly walks toward the shower with his gun in front of him and quickly pulls the curtain open. Sucking in a deep breath at the sight that greets him.

Sitting with a gun clutched in her tiny bloody hands, is a small woman with a mane of curly brown hair, lightly tanned skin, in light blue tiny strapped cami top and pajama shorts. With blood on her face and arms, and tears running down her face, whimpering. Such a sad sound that it tears at his gut. Sam points his gun down and says to her "It's okay, I'm the police. Let me have the gun." Her eyes widen and she looks at the gun in her hand as if just remembering its their and gives it to Sam with no reluctance. He takes the gun and hands it to Oliver who has just come in behind him. She sees Oliver com in the bathroom and shrinks back in the tub knocking bottles over loudly.

"Shh, it's okay, I'm Officer Swarek, and this is Officer Shaw." Sam says pointing to himself and Oliver. "Let's get you out of this tub." Sam motions with his hands for her to come towards him, like a skittish animal. Which is exactly what she looks like with wide teary eyes and already forming bruises on her arms, neck and face.

She slowly nods to Sam and then moves to get out of the tub, but her legs don't seem to work and she falls. He catches her and asks "Are you okay, can you walk?"

She shakes her head, sending her hair flying all around her face. "I'm okay, I think, the blood isn't mine, but I think I'm in shock or something my legs don't want to move." Sam's eyes widen at her clear spoken thought and partly to her accent. Its deep and silky. Sam nods his head and moves to pick her up. She nods her head in acceptance and he picks her up easily, noticing how light she is as he's carrying her out the door. He takes her and sits her on her couch, which seems to be the only thing on the first floor not covered in glass and debris.

"Sammy, I've called for EMS to check her out and some Techs and Detectives to comb over the place, the guy had to have split before we got here." Oliver tells him as he comes over from talking to Andy and Dove. "Andy and Dove have got the perimeter contained and Gail and Chris have kept witnesses here for statements but I'm keeping all extra personnel out. I don't think she wants that many people moving through here she looks like she's going to jump at seeing another face."

Sam nods at his quick thinking. "Yeah let's just keep it minimal until we can get someone to get the evidence off of her." He looks down at her clothing splattered with a little bit of blood, not enough to kill he can see but enough to slow a person down. He then looks around her living room at the huge mess, but then sees the pictures on the mantle and bookcases, he sees a woman, about the size of Gail, with bright green eyes that scream life. Her pictures are full of smiles and happiness and she's beautiful he notices, strong.

Andy walks over to Oliver and Sam, "The house belongs to a Sarah Rains, 27, she's owned it about 6 months, she's from America here on a work visa. She works at the federal building down town, she's a forensic toxicologist."

"She's one of ours." Dove adds in. Oliver and Sam look over at the tiny woman sitting on her couch that looks like it's about to swallow her up, and she doesn't look like she'd mind.


Sam walks over to the woman sitting on the couch with her knees under her chin and her arms wrapped around her legs, a defensive posture, "Sarah? Sarah Rains?"

She looks up sharply and nods her head "Yeah, that's me."

"Okay, the Techs and EMS are here their going to look you over and collect you clothing, they are going to take you to your bedroom and collect evidence off your body." he says softly to her. "And then Detective Callahan here is going to take your statement," Sam points to Luke at the side of the room talking to Andy. Her eyes go wide and she starts to shake her head, her curly brown hair flying around her face again.

"Sarah, you have to give them your clothing and statement." He tells her, after sitting down on the coffee table in front of her.

She looks up through tearful eyes and asks "Can you come with me?" Sam's jaw ticks with anger, not at her but at the person who made this happy strong woman scared to be alone with strangers. "Yeah I can do that; I'll stay with you as long as you need me."

At that moment Andy comes up behind the couch and touches Sarah on the shoulder "The techs are ready for you." Sarah flinches and jumps up so fast she falls toward me with a scream that makes the officers around her reach for their guns.

She starts to sob "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You just scared me, I'm sorry it's not your fault." For some unknown reason Sam grabs her and gathers her in his lap, letting her cry into his chest. Maybe she reminds me of my sister or something.

"Jesus Andy, what the hell?" He asks her sharply, Sarah flinches and Sam shhs, to her quietly rocking her in his lap, shocking the hell out of him and everyone around him too. I see Oliver grab Andy be the shoulder and take her out of the house and I can then see a heated discussion with Andy on the short end. Sarah is sitting on his lap crying into his uniform and he's wondering how someone so strong and larger than life in her photos be so tiny and scared curled up in his lap.

"I'm sorry don't be mad at her, I'm just jumpy, oh crap. I got blood on your uniform I hope your boss won't get mad." He hears quietly whispered into his chest through a scratchy teary voice. It makes his gut tighten up even farther, those softly said words of concern for him at a time like this.

Sam shakes his head, "No, I'll just have to give it to the techies too."

She sits up and wipes her eyes "Yeah, okay. I think I'm ready to go to the bedroom now." Sam nods his head, moving to get up. She stands in front of him and he notices she's about 5'5 quite a bit shorter than his 6'ft. She looks so young for 27 in that moment that he just wants to hug her to his chest and tell her everything is going to be okay. Sam walks with her to her bedroom and calls the EMS and techies in. He leaves the room just for a minute so they can get her changed and he goes out to the communication truck to give the techies his uniform shirt, leaving him in just his black t-shirt.

When Sam comes back into the bedroom to find Sarah, what he finds makes his temper hotter than earlier tonight in the squad car and his protective instincts flare up, shocking the hell out of him, but he's always been one to go with his instincts. Luke is standing over Sarah who's sitting in the same protective position on the end of the bed as she was on the couch, asking her questions. She's leaning away from Luke and not looking at him.

"Luke, back off." Sam say with a hard voice. Sarah looks so relieved to see him it makes his anger even worse.

"Sam?" Luke asks me with a questioning look, as he walks across the room to him.

"Give her some time before you ask her for her statement, I'll take her down to the station in a bit, okay?" He says, spoken through a tight jaw.

Luke gives him a weird look but agrees nonetheless. Sam walks over to Sarah, sitting next to her on the end of the bed. "You ready to go to the station and tell the detectives what happened?"

She looks up at Sam and asks "Will you be there too?"

That just secures it for him, this case is getting personal for Sam and he doesn't really mind. "Yeah, yeah I will." Sam stands up and holds out his hand for her to take. She smiles gratefully and puts her hand in his, hanging on to it like a lifeline and stands up. Then Sam notices what she is wearing, a green long sleeve t-shirt, lived in jeans that cling to her curves, which he notices she has plenty of, and little black tennis shoes. A comfy outfit that seems to scream I'm not a victim, and she's even put on a little bit of make-up, the exact opposite of what he found in the bathtub less than an hour ago. She doesn't look like a tiny beaten girl anymore. They walk out the bedroom door and through the living room, she stumbles a little bit when she sees the damage to her bay window, but they make it through the door without any tears or stops.

Sam sees Andy, Gail, and Dove standing at the perimeter taking statements from her neighbors who all seem to suck in air at seeing her walk out of the house. Chris and Oliver are talking to Luke and Jerry but stop and all watch Sarah lean into his side seeming to hide from everybody's stares. But what shocks them the most is Sam automatically reaching out his arm to cover her shoulders seeming to protect her from everybody's stares.

Once inside the squad care, Sarah says "I guess I won't be invited to the next block party." To Sam's surprise he chuckles, which was the last thing he thought he would be doing at this exact moment.

"I'm surprised you have a sense of humor right now." He looks at her with a crooked, surprised smile.

She looks at him with deep, soulful eyes that seem to be able to tell her thoughts, "So many bad things have happened to me, if I can't still find laughter in life what the point of living it?" Sam just looks at her, not knowing what to say, for what seems like the first time in his life.


Sarah looks out the window on most of the ride to the station. She thinks over what it took for her life to come to this, she didn't do anything wrong, she must be being punished for something she did. She just doesn't know what.

"Do you believe in past lives?" She asks Officer Swarek.

"Uh, I'm not sure. Why?" He looks surprised at her question.

"Because I was just thinking that I must be being punished for something I've done but I don't know what that could be, so maybe a past life. It must have been really bad for it to carry over."

She says it so seriously, he knows shes not joking. "What do you mean?"

"I probably did something really bad like killed somebody or partook in a mass murder. That's the only reason that I can think of that my life could be this scary and awful and still make sense."


She looks at him with big soulful expressive eyes, like he has all the answers in the world and for once in his life he really wishes he did.


He takes her straight through the station and into Luke's office, since it's his case Sam doesn't think he will mind. He reaches over to cover up the pictures of dead bodies and sits her in a chair and sits down next to her.

"You want some coffee?" Sam asks her, just for something to break the deafening silence.

"For once I wish I liked coffee, do you have a soda?" She asks in her sweet accent that makes me smile.

Sam gets really confused and feels stupid because he has to ask. "What's soda?"

For the first time tonight she laughs, a little too hard, then breaks out into heart wrenching sobs. "Its pop, but in North Carolina we call it soda." She says through her sobs. Sam doesn't know what to do but he can see Noelle looking through the glass, and decides 'screw it'. He picks her up out of her chair and sits her on his lap; she fits perfectly being so tiny, and holds her while she sobs. Noelle's eyes go wide and then she cracks a little half smile, for him having to deal with a crying woman or the fact that she hasn't seen him hug someone since Jerry at his wedding, who knows but he knows right at this moment he don't care, as long as its what she needs. He just lets her cry, and then texts Traci to get him a pop and bring it to Luke's office right away.


When Luke and Jerry come into the room, Sarah is sitting in her own chair again drinking her soda and wiping her eyes. She stopped crying a little after Traci came in, and one look from Sam said 'if you say a word, booking for a week.'

"Sarah, I'm Detective Barber and this is Detective Callahan, were looking at your case, we want to talk to you about what happened tonight." Jerry says, as he sits down with Luke. "So Sam says they got to your house and there were signs of a struggle and found you in the bathtub, with a gun, with blood on you."

Sarah nods, then smiles and looks at Sam, "Sam? It suits you."

He cough in embarrassment and says "Thanks."

Jerry half laughs and says "Yeah, okay can you tell us who attacked you?"

Sarah sobers instantly, puts her soda down and tells Jerry with a straight voice, "My stalker."

Sam sits up straighter and his eyes widen. Not what I expected her to say. He sees Luke sitting back in his chair and running a hand over his face sighing. Jerry sits forward and says "Your stalker?"

"Yes, my stalker, I moved here to get away from him, I guess he found me." she says with a little quiver in her voice.

"Shit." Jerry says.

"I guess I should start from the beginning." Sarah looks at Sam for support, he just nods his head to her in reassurance.

"Yeah I guess you should." Luke says leaning forward to grab a pen and paper at the desk in front of her.

"I'm from North Carolina in America, the south, that's where my accent comes from, even though everyone sounds like me there. It all started about 2 years ago, at first it was just weird letters. I thought they were from a secret admirer, like 'You're so pretty.' Or 'You're really nice." Her hands start to shake and Sam holds himself back from putting his hands over hers in comfort.

"Then they got creepy, and became gifts, like my microwave broke, and I didn't tell anyone, not a soul and the next day a 300 dollar microwave is sitting on my front porch, with a note saying 'I hope you enjoy it, I bought it just for you.' I mean how would he know my microwave broke? He must have been watching me and I lived in a house where my neighbor was an acre away. I got scared."

Luke and Jerry's faces kept getting paler the more she went on with her story. And that got Sam scared for her, he was pretty sure he didn't want to hear the rest of her story.

"I went to the police station the next day, but they said they couldn't do anything for someone being creepy, he hadn't done anything violent so they told me that they would up their patrols around my house, and look for a peeping tom." She took another sip of her drink, shaking her head. Jerry nodded like it was true so Sam assumed it was, not having been on many stalker cases himself.

"I told them thank you, I have always had the greatest respect for police officers." Sam smiled because of that he had no doubt, with her cute southern accent and politeness that just comes off her in waves.

"And I knew they couldn't do anything, I just wanted them to tell me everything was okay, I mean I live alone, and I was scared."

Luke nodded, "We understand."

"Then on my way out of the police station, I broke the heel off my high heels, and the next day a $600 pair of manolos blanhiks shows up on my front porch with a note that said 'I know they were your favorite pair, don't talk to the police again, I'm not a criminal, I love you."

Sams fist kept contracting like it subconsciously wanted to hit something. She was alone and scared and some creep was telling her he loved her by watching her.

"So I got really scared then, I mean was he going to hurt me if I talked to the police again? I called a home security company to up my security system, but they said it would take like 2 weeks to upgrade it." She took another sip of her drink and cleared her throat.

"So I called the Detective who took down my report, and he told me he wanted to meet me for lunch the next day to talk to me about how to protect myself. I thought it was odd and when I said so he told me he was a rookie on the night my parents died and he wanted me to be okay." She smiled, which for some reason ate at Sam's insides to think she would be smiling because of some detective. Which I do understand is completely crazy.

"When I met with him, he took me to the shooting range and told me that these things escalate from stalking to violence sometimes without warning and that by the time the police can legally intervene is when its gone too far already. So he taught me how to shoot a hand gun, I could already shoot a rifle and shot gun, but David was really nice and all he wanted was for me to be safe." Sam really didn't like the thought of her around guns at all but he was awfully proud that she can shoot; it probably saved her life tonight.

"When I got to work after my lunch break with David, there were a dozen dead roses on my desk, with a note saying 'Don't make our love die like these roses.' I got even more scared, I worked in a high tech security building, you could only get onto my floor by passkey and pass code combo entry."

Luke whistled, "That's some high security."

Sarah nodded, "I worked for the US government about really important cases, that building was really secure."

"He must have been watching you for a long time to be able to get in and out of their without being detected." Jerry nodded his head with hard eyes. Sarah nodded in agreement.

"Then when I got home from work there was a picture and note taped to my front door. It was like a surveillance picture, all black and white; with me and David in it at lunch but my face had a red X over it. And the note said, 'Don't cheat on me, or I will have to punish you more than I already have."

"What do you mean already had?" Luke asked as he looked up from the notes he had been taking.

"He had killed my dog; the vet said Benji had ingested rat poison. If he was watching me he had to have known how much I loved Benji, I had had that dog since I was 16, he was their when my parents died and with me ever since. And that bastard killed him." She said in anger, shocking Sam and the detectives, she didn't seem like the type to have a temper. But I have been wrong before.

"I called David, from the car at the vet's office, and he told me that he was escalating quickly and anything could set him off, he didn't want me to get hurt and he said the best thing to do was leave." Sarah had tears in her eyes and Sam lost his battle with himself at the sight. He reached over and covered her hand with his in support.

Jerry handed her a tissue and asked "So you left?"

Sarah took it, wiped her eyes and said "Yeah, I left; I quit my job, packed my bags, left a message on my uncle's answering machine telling him I was going away for an unknown amount of time no specific place, cut off my phone, stopped my mail, you have no idea how much work it takes to stop your life." She said with a hitch in her throat. "I shut up the house that my parents had built and went to the train station. I took one to Virginia, then changed trains, to New York City, I only paid in cash, transferred all my money to an international bank, I thought I would travel or something, but when I got to the airport and the lady asked me where I would like to go I pointed to a map, and came here."

Jerry spoke up, "You covered your tracks well, and you didn't tell anyone where you were going?"

She shook her head, "No one really to tell, I quit on my boss, my parents are dead, my uncles an alcoholic, my dad's family and I don't really see eye to eye on many things, and no I didn't tell anyone."

"How long have you been in Toronto? It says in your file you have a work visa?" Luke asked. Sam looked at her curious too about how she came about her job since she's not an officer with the police force, she's a civilian outsider.

"I've been in Toronto about a year. I woke up one morning and realized I had been here 4 months and no creepy notes or packages, and I decided to find a job. I found one at the federal building, once they saw my credentials they found a place for me to work and single handedly got me a visa." She smiled. "I have a great job, and I bought the perfect house, and I was even thinking about getting a new dog, until tonight." The smile left her face and her eyes got really scared again.

"Tell us what happened tonight, Sarah." Sam said to her in a soothing voice.

"He found me, how did he find me?" She asked no one in particular. "I was sitting on my couch watching TV, it was Hawaii 5-0 so probably about 10:20 I guess, and I saw a shadow fall across the TV." Her hands started to shake and her eyes started to tear up, then she found some inner strength that made me proud of her and continued. "I reached to the side table and cut the light on and looked out the window, and there was a man standing there, he had a ski mask on and started banging on the window, yelling 'I found you Sarah, I get my prize, I found you!' like it was a game. He was going to get a prize?" She started to get upset.

Sam unconsciously touched the back of her neck under her hair, an extremely intimate gesture that shocked Jerry, and Luke, but seemed to calm Sarah, because she leaned into his hand, the only thing that made him keep it there, plus her skin was really soft. Then she started to talk again. "Then I reached for my phone, dialed 911 and started to tell the operator what was wrong, he seemed to notice I was talking on the phone because he started to break the glass." Her breath started to come in sharp pants at the memory.

"I screamed and ran with the phone to the bookcase where I kept my gun box, I got it out and ran towards the kitchen, I told him I had a gun and he stopped. I thought he would leave at the threat, I really don't want to shoot anyone I swear." She said it so earnestly that Sam just wanted to make everything better, but not knowing how.

"He seemed to think about it and said 'You love me too much to hurt me' I remember thinking 'like hell I do' and shooting." She's starts to cry silent tears.

"I don't know how many shots I fired but I think I missed because he yelled and held his arm and rushed at me, I fought him I remember screaming and yelling and punching and scratching for all I was worth but he was so strong, I thought he was going to" she stopped and her breath hitched "Rape me." she whispered.

Everyone's eyes in the room hardened at the thought. Sam really wanted to hit something in that moment but she needed him to stay and hear the rest of her story. "Then I heard the sirens, he apparently did too because he said 'why did you call the police, I only wanted my prize' there was so much betrayal in his voice, like I was the one that has attacked him." She looked at them confused.

"He got up and I grabbed my gun and ran, I remembered David telling me if I was ever trapped to get my body in a corner so that no one could sneak up behind me and I could shot them when they were coming at me. And I hid."

She looked at Sam and said "I'm sorry I pointed my gun at you." It was said with so much apology in her voice that it made him laugh.

"It's okay I pointed my gun at you too. We didn't shot each other so that's good." Sam touched her cheek where a bruise was forming and that made him angry all over again.

Luke coughed breaking the moment. Jerry just smiled but you could see his hard eyes at the thought of this guy attacking Sarah.

"Sarah we are going to get you to sign your statement and then we are going to discuss what to do to keep you safe, this has gone on too long and you need to have your life back." Luke tells her as he gestures to the station area. "Let's get you seated at a desk out there and we can get one of the rookies to get a detailed description of the guy."

"He was wearing a ski mask, how can I describe him?"

Sam turned in his chair towards her, "How was he built, how did he smell, what color was his skin, his eyes, his mouth."

"Oh, okay anything to help me get my life back." She stood up with everyone else, and followed Jerry over to Gail and Dove.


"Okay, Ms. Rains, Can you describe your attacker?" Officer Epstein asked Sarah a little too briskly for her liking, but her mother taught her to be polite, so she will be.

"Please call me Sarah, ya'll are doing so much to help me." Officer Peck just nodded and Officer Epstein seemed taken aback by her accent.

"Sarah, what did the man who attacked you look like?" Officer Peck asked again.

Sarah thought back to the attack, with a shudder, and she's sure her eyes glazed over in thought and revulsion, "He was bigger than me, probably the size of that guy." She told them pointing to another officer in the room.

"Officer Diaz?" she asked Sarah.

"Yeah, though I'm sure it wasn't him, but the guy was built like him, I couldn't tell his hair color because of the mask, but his eyes were dark, almost black, his mouth was small but the top lip was bigger than the bottom." Officer Epstein looked surprised at that fact. "I remember because he kept trying to kiss me, he should have scratches on his neck, I scratched him pretty bad."

"Serves the bastard right." Officer Peck said quietly.

"Gail!"

"What? It does." Sarah giggles lightly at their banter.

"Have you two been together long?" She whispers to Gail.

Officer Epstein's eyes widened and he sort of sputtered out "No, uh why would you, uh think?"

"Oh, I'm sorry is it a secret?"

"No, I used to date his best friend so we don't discuss it in the station." Gail said patiently towards Officer Epstein.

"Oh, well okay then," Sarah looks at her soda can awkwardly.

"Cologne, he smelled like a lot of bad cologne, and smoke, like he was using the cologne to cover the smell of the smoke." I said softly.

"Okay." Officer Epstein said with a nod as he got up out of his chair and walked toward the Detective Callahan's office and knocked on the door. Chatted with Detective Barber for a few seconds and then walked inside.

"I think Sam will be done soon and then he will take you home." Gail said to her as she typed into the computer.

Sarah blushed, "Oh well, I'm sure he's extremely busy, I can wait."

Gail looked at her suspiciously and said, "I like you so I will tell you this, yes he's single, and no, he doesn't treat everyone like he treats you."

She blushed even harder. Gail smiles and laughs, "You are the first grown woman I have seen that still blushes."

Sarah laughs too, "Thank you, for not treating me like a victim, and fragile like everyone else."

Gail smiles and says, "I know you're not fragile, no one who has survives 2 years of fear can be."

That's when Sarah decided she really liked Officer Peck.


Give me some reviews to tell me what you think. I'm going to continue with this story I think. I came to me in a stray thought in Math Class, but please no flames, because I am an extreme Sam/Andy Fan but this is just something new.