Welcome to "Haunted", one of my AU Rookie Blue FanFiction stories. I'm currently in the process of writing and completing 20 Rookie Blue stories. This one is a little darker than most of the others (at times), so if it's not your thing, feel free to check back for my others! I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, and the others as they come. Happy reading! Hope you enjoy it!

Please note: I do not own Rookie Blue.

"Detective?"

Tommy McNally opened the door a little wider, frowning at the sight of Sam Swarek and Oliver Shaw. It wasn't often that cops showed up on someone's doorstep, and from Tommy's experience, it was usually to serve a death notification. With his daughter currently at home in her room, there wasn't anyone else they could be here for.

"Detective McNally, may we come in?" asked Oliver Shaw.

Tommy hesitated, then stepped aside. "What is this about?"

Sam could smell the whiskey in Tommy's breath. The man had been spiraling downward since his wife left him.

"We believe your daughter was a witness to a murder last night," said Sam, getting straight to the point. "We'd like to talk to her."

Tommy shook his head. "She was here with me."

Sam hesitated. "With all do respect sir, but was she in the same room with you all night?"

Tommy remained silent, struggling to make sense of the situation through his alcohol-induced haze.

"We'd just like to ask her a few questions," said Oliver gently.

"Andy!" Tommy yelled.

Silence.

"Andrea McNally!" he yelled again.

"Relax," said a voice. "I heard you the first time."

Sam watched as a sixteen-year-old girl walked around the corner and stepped into view. She was untangling the headphones of her iPod, but as soon as she looked up and saw that her dad wasn't alone she froze.

Sam watched as her mouth fell open slightly, before she immediately closed it and adopted a curious expression. He glanced at Oliver to find him frowning as well. Turning his eyes back to the girl, Sam studied her, but her body seemed relaxed and nothing showed in her face except for a mild curiosity. Still, in that brief moment when she'd first come into view and her defenses were down, Sam knew that Tommy McNally's daughter knew something.

"Uh, yeah, Dad, next time you invite someone in, at least warn me so I can put on some real clothes," she said.

Despite the situation, Sam found the corners of his mouth tug upward slightly, but he quickly bit back the smile. Tommy McNally's daughter was definitely pretty, and he was sure that any boy around her age would have been drooling at the sight of her in her form-fitting tank top and pyjama bottom short shorts. For a brief moment he wondered if the sight of them had startled her because of her attire, or if she actually knew something. His gut told him she knew something, but based on what had just come out of her mouth and the even tone she'd used, he could tell she was quick on her feet and that they were going to be hard-pressed to get anything out of her. Still, she was a cop's daughter and hopefully she'd have the same values as her father… at least the good ones.

"Get in here," growled Tommy.

Andy hesitated, then slowly approached them.

"Sit," said Tommy.

Andy sat down on the couch, frowning. "What's going on?" she asked. She drew her legs up onto the couch so they were crossed, then pulled a cushion across so it rested on her lap.

Sam and Oliver sat in the chairs opposite from her as Tommy hovered around them. "I'm Officer Shaw and this is Officer Swarek," said Oliver. "We'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Oookay," said Andy slowly. "Umm, still not getting it though. What can I do for you?"

"Where were you last night, around 10 o'clock?" asked Sam, questioning again whether his initial judgment of her had been correct. She seemed far too calm to have witnessed a murder.

Andy turned to look at Officer Swarek, momentarily losing herself in his brown eyes. They looked so warm and inviting, despite the rest of his demeanour, and there was an abnormal depth to them that drew her in. She felt like she could look right into his soul. Was that even possible? She forced her eyes away and turned to look at the other officer as she said, "I was here, in my room."

"All night?" asked Sam, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," she replied. "I was listening to music and doing my homework."

"At 10 pm?" asked Sam.

"Uh yeah," said Andy. "Well, actually I worked up until about 9 and then was working on homework the rest of the night."

"Where do you work?" asked Oliver.

"Henry's," said Andy with a shrug. She didn't particularly like it there, but it was a job. "It's a diner just down the road from my school."

"And you finished at 9?"

She nodded.

"Did you come straight home?" asked Sam. He could sense she was hiding something and her refusal to look at him was starting to bother him.

"Yes."

Sam turned to look at Tommy. "What time did your daughter get home?"

Tommy shook his head. "I don't know."

"Was it shortly after nine, or was it sometime after ten?" Sam pressed.

"I… I don't know. She always comes home right away though," said Tommy.

Sam clenched his teeth slightly before turning back to the girl. "How did you get home? And when?"

"I walked," she lied. "And I really don't know how long it took. I don't usually walk, but it was a nice night out, and it was a slow shift so my co-workers left early. I usually get a ride home from one of them though."

"So you weren't around Dundas and Spadina last night?"

"Uh no, that wouldn't exactly be a direct route, and I already told you I went home after work to study..." she began. When Officer Swarek opened his mouth to speak again, she cut him off by adding, "Do you have any idea what it's like to have a dad who's a cop? It gives you a bad reputation at school. It's like…" She paused, trying to come up with an example. "It's like an automatic loser status. Everyone's either too scared to hang out with you or whatever, so I was at home reading Hamlet for school."

There was brief spell of silence.

"Since when do cops care about my job and school anyway?" asked Andy, turning to look up at her father then back at the cops.

"There was a murder last night and we were led to believe that you may have been a witness," said Oliver.

Andy's eyes widened. "What?" she said.

Sam studied her face, silently cursing. He was almost positive she was lying, but apparently having a cop for a father meant she'd picked up a few things from him as well, and one thing was clearly how to school her features and act.

"So you didn't see anything?" asked Oliver.

"What? No," said Andy, shaking her head. "What the hell would make you think I was a witness?"

Tommy McNally cleared his throat. "Language," he said.

Andy cast her father a quick glance, but paid little attention to him.

"Seriously though, I'm a cop's daughter, if I saw something I would have said so already." She frowned. "You might want to check your source again. It's probably one of my idiot friends trying to get me in shi—"

"Andy," her father warned again, cutting off the rest of her curse.

Andy rolled her eyes.

"Uh Detective, do you mind giving us a few minutes alone with your daughter?" asked Sam.

Tommy hesitated, then retreated upstairs.

Sam turned back to her. "So you do have friends?"

"Yeah," said Andy laughing. "I said I was a loser, not a loner."

"Care to be more specific?" asked Oliver.

"You want me to define a loser and a loner?" asked Andy, quirking an eyebrow.

Sam's eyes widened. She was really laying it on thick.

Andy noticed the look on his face and merely smiled, shaking her head. "Alright, fine. It's not like I have a shortage of friends or anything. We just don't really hangout outside of school or work – they're afraid of my dad, so I'm kind of the loser because he keeps me in a hole here."

"And your friends would verify that?" asked Sam, testing her.

Andy turned back to look at Officer Swarek. Despite the intensity of the situation, she was almost enjoying herself – she could tell he wasn't exactly sold on her story, and that he was really pushing her and trying to get her to screw up, but she liked the challenge. "Yeah, they would, but if you're asking if I always follow my dad's rules then I'm pretty sure you know the answer to that."

"Are you sure you came straight home last night, and were at home all night?" asked Sam. He hadn't expected her to admit what she just had, but he supposed she had to cover her trail in case they questioned her friends.

"Wow, you are persistent," said Andy, laughing. "Would you like me to tell you what Hamlet is about?"

Sam studied her for another moment. He had no doubt that she'd be able to tell him, but it didn't prove that she'd read it last night. When she didn't drop her gaze he put a picture on the coffee table and said, "Do you recognize this man?"

"No," said Andy. "Should I?"

Sam glanced at Oliver, but the man was being unusually quiet. "Ever heard any of your friends talk about a guy named Dimarco?"

Andy sat back for a moment, then said, "Nope."

"Boyfriend?" asked Sam.

"I told you I don't know the guy, I don't know if he swings that way," said Andy, meeting Sam's gaze with an even stare. She could tell he was getting a little irritated.

"Funny," said Sam, though he wasn't smiling. "I meant you. Do you have a boyfriend?"

"That's a little personal, don't you think?" said Andy. "Are you going to ask about my failure of a mother too?"

Sam rubbed his face. His opinion hadn't changed, despite her doing well to cover her tracks. The only reason he could come up with that would make her want to hide the fact that she'd witnessed a crime was if it had been a friend or boyfriend who had committed it. He couldn't outright say that though, but he was hoping to get something out of her. "Well, I'm sure someone at your school would be more than happy to fill in the blanks," said Sam finally looking back at her. For a brief second he thought he saw fear in her eyes, but once again, she'd schooled her features and before he could fully understand what he saw, it was gone.

"Yeah, maybe, but I doubt it," said Andy.

Sam knew he was taking a risk, particularly given it was a detective's daughter, but not taking the risk could eventually prove more dangerous. "Well I'm sure not all of your friends are as good at lying as you are."

He felt Oliver nudge him, but he merely shrugged, keeping his eyes on Andy, clenching his teeth when she smiled at him.

"Bold, Officer Swarek," she said, still smiling. "It's a good thing you asked my dad to leave the room before making that accusation."

"What are you afraid of?" said Sam.

Andy raised her eyebrows, tapping her fingers against the armrest on the couch before finally saying, "Bugs." Smiling again she said, "They're just so disgusting the way they look and move. It creeps me out and I have nightmares about them all the time."

"I meant why are you afraid to tell us the truth?" said Sam.

"I thought I just did," said Andy, smirking.

Oliver finally put his hand on Sam's shoulder and said, "Let's go."

Sam turned to his partner. "You're telling me you actually believe her?"

"Buddy, I don't know what to believe anymore, but unless you have proof that she's lying then we're clearly not going to get anywhere," said Oliver.

Andy looked over at Oliver as he got up.

"Let us know if you hear anything… or whatever," said Oliver.

Andy nodded. "Sorry I couldn't help officers."

Feeling Officer Swarek's eyes on her, she turned to meet his gaze, until he finally looked away and followed his partner out the door.

Five minutes later Tommy came back downstairs. "Is there anything you'd like to tell me?" he asked, giving her a long look.

Andy shook her head. "I have no idea what that was about," she lied.

Tommy flopped back on the couch with his whiskey as Andy retreated to her room, the strength she'd had for the last half hour crumbling as she broke down, tears streaming down her cheeks.