A/N: I promise, I have not given up on 'You Gotta Go...'. I've just got some random ideas bouncing around in my head for a few one and two shots that I need to get out and hopefully that will pave the way for me to continue!
Chapter 1
Finally, there were no more tears. Her eyes had finally run dry and she slowly picked herself up off the bathroom floor. She didn't understand how this could happen, after everything else, why had God chosen to play this cruel joke. What was she going to do? She can't talk to Traci who's had enough to deal with since Jerry's death. And, Sam; the one person she needs to talk to about this, she can't.
Andy stumbled back in to her bedroom and fell in to bed. She reached out and grabbed her phone, which was still where she dropped it an hour ago when she ran and collapsed in the bathroom. There was just one text from her break up buddy, making sure she was OK and clearly she wasn't, but she couldn't tell him that either. Before she could change her mind, she quickly called Frank and asked for the next couple days off. He gave it to her no questions asked which made her positive that he knew Sam dumped her. With the knowledge that she wouldn't have to worry about work for the next few days, Andy shut her phone off and clutching a pillow that still smelled like Sam, rolled over and tried not to think about the call that just changed her life.
It had been a long hard day and Sam asking for his keys back was really just icing on the cake. All she wanted to do was go relax at home. She had just finished eating a quick dinner when she heard her cell phone ringing in the bedroom, she didn't recognize the number, but picked up anyway.
"Hello?"
"May I speak with Andy McNally?" The female on the other end had a kind voice but it was unfamiliar to Andy.
"This is she."
"Hi Ms. McNally, this is Dr. Keller calling from Toronto General, and I'm calling about your blood test." The doctor explained.
"Is there something wrong?" Andy asked suddenly nervous
"We were asked to re-test all the samples for the upcoming trial and we found something in yours that the technician missed the first time."
"Am I sick?" Andy jumped in.
"No, but it does appear that you are pregnant. We'd like you to come in for some tests to confirm as it has been several weeks since the bloods been taken." Dr. Keller said
Andy could hardly breathe; she could feel like blood drain from her face as she fought to hold on to her dinner. She managed to gasp, "Ok, I'll call tomorrow to set up an appointment, thank you." Before bolting to the bathroom and emptying the contents of her stomach and falling to lie on the floor, sobs racking her body.
Andy awoke long enough the next morning to call the hospital and set up an appointment to come in for a test that afternoon and to eat a piece of toast before falling back to sleep for a few more hours until she had to face this new reality. Later, once the doctor's confirmed that was indeed 9 weeks pregnant and given her the necessary vitamins and set her up the required check up appointments, Andy allowed herself to think about how this could have happened. She was on the pill and Sam wore a condom, most of the time, but if she was honest, more times than not recently they had let themselves get carried away and forgotten. She hadn't given it much thought because she was religious about taking the pill and both she and Sam had been tested and were clean. The fact that she was late never really occurred to her because of all the stress, she never dreamed that she would get pregnant, especially now.
"Andy?"
Andy looked up as she was walking out of the hospital into Nick's eyes, "Nick, hi. Um, what are you doing here?"
"I had to take witness statement. What about you? Are you OK?" He asked
It was on the tip of her tongue to say she was fine, "I'm pregnant." She blurted out before clapping a hand over her mouth and letting out a semi-hysterical laugh, "That's the first time I've said that out loud."
Before she could stop herself she confessed to Nick how she had found out and how scared she was and she didn't know what to do. To his credit, Nick did his best to comfort her and finally agreed to keep this to himself until she was ready. But he made her promise to keep him up to date with what was going on and he said he would come with her to the doctors despite her protests. Before dropping Andy off at home and getting back to work he stopped at the corner market to pick up a few groceries for her. She wasn't hungry but she knew she had to eat for the baby, Sam's baby, she thought. Once Nick dropped her off, she made a quick lunch and then succumbed to the exhaustion and crawled back in to bed.
The next few days passed in a blur to Andy, she remembered getting out of bed a couple times a day to eat but the constant crying jags and nausea exhausted her and left her with no motivation.
Over at 15 Division, her friends were getting worried. Andy's phone had been turned off for days and she wouldn't answer the door when they knocked.
"Have you tried her dad?" Dov asked Traci, "Or her mom?"
"I asked Oliver to call her dad, but he didn't know where she was or anything. I called over to Social Services and left a message for her mom, but she hasn't called me back." Traci sighed. "I guess she's taking the break up harder than we thought."
"I don't think that's it." Chris said, "I'm mean she is definitely upset, but had already decided that it wasn't worth falling apart, especially with everything else that has happened."
"She could just be sick and the meds knock her out so she can't hear the door." Dov said.
"Wouldn't she have just said that when she asked for the days off? Noelle said that Frank thought she sounded weird on the phone." Gail pointed out.
Sam listened in from around the corner, his eyes followed Nick who kept glancing at his phone and watched as he walked away from the other rookies. Sam followed him and overheard the one sided conversation. "Andy, please pick up the phone. I'm getting really worried, you promised to check in. If I don't hear from you by the time shift is over, I'm coming over and kicking in your door." Nick turned the corner and stopped short when he saw Sam standing there glaring at him.
"Collins. What's wrong with McNally?" Sam all but growled at him.
"Nothing, Sir. She's fine." Nick lied.
"Bull. What's with the message you just left her."
"Oh, I'm her break-up buddy. Just doing my duty and checking in to make sure she's good." Nick's collar was starting to get a little tight, this was ridiculous, he could fight in Afghanistan and not break a sweat, but a glare from Swarek and he was sweating like a schoolgirl before the big dance. "Well, I better get to parade, don't want to be late." He walked away quickly ignoring the stares of the other rookies and Oliver.
"Sammy, brother. What was that about?" Oliver walked over to Sam after parade.
"Overheard him leaving a message for Andy. He was saying that she had promised to check in? Is she sick, have you heard from her?" He asked.
Oliver shook his head as they climbed in to the squad car, "Nash asked me to call Tommy and see if he had heard from her, but he said they haven't talked in weeks."
"Can we stop over, I need to make sure she's OK." Sam asked
"You sure that's a good idea brother." Oliver asked, "I can't imagine she'd be all that welcome to seeing you since you kicked her to the curb." Sam glared at Oliver who threw up his hands in surrender, "I'm just saying. You know you were an idiot so if you aren't prepared to fix it, I think you should leave her alone."
"I love her." Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "But I can't say the words when it counts and she deserves to hear them."
Oliver didn't get a chance to respond as dispatch called them to a domestic disturbance.
Hours later Andy managed to pull herself up out of bed holding her head to fight off the wave of nausea and dizziness that consumed her. She turned on her cell phone and began to delete the messages that had accumulated from her friends; in her haze over the past few days she had thought she had heard them pounding at her door but she just couldn't get up to answer it. Andy began to walk slowly to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, thinking she must just be dehydrated, she dialed Nick.
Nick and Chris had been called to the same scene with Oliver and Sam. They had just finished with social services and had placed the father in the back to the squad car to take back to 15 when Nick felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and seeing it was Andy, he held up a hand to Oliver, Sam and Chris. "I have to take this." He jogged a short distance away to answer, "Thank god Andy, I've been freaking out. You promised to you would check in. Is everything OK?"
"Everything is fine, Nick. I promise." Andy gripped the edge of the counter as her vision blurred. She gritted her teeth in concentration and she walked the remaining steps to the cabinet. "I just haven't been feeling all that well."
"Look, I'm going to have Chris drop me off at your place in a few minutes. You don't sound very good." He said.
Andy rose up on her tiptoes to reach a glass, "No, you don't need to do that. Just finish your shift. I'm OK, I -...ahhh." The phone slipped from Andy's grip and clattered to the ground as a sharp pain pierced her stomach and as her world spun and went dark she crumbled to the ground.
"Andy?" Nick said loudly, "What's going on. Talk to me." He began to run back to where his fellow officers were waiting, "Andy!" He shouted again in to the phone but was only met with silence. "Damn it." He hung up and dialed again, but it went straight to voicemail. "We have to go now." He shouted to Chris.
"Slow down Collins, what's going on?" Oliver asked.
"I was talking to Andy, she didn't sound right, she made a sound like she was in pain and then there was a clatter and we got disconnected; I can't get her to answer it again. We have to go over there." Nick explained quickly.
"Let's move." Sam said, running over to his and Oliver's squad car forgetting that Oliver had the keys.
Oliver nodded, "Diaz, you take in Mr. Mason and book him and let Frank know what's going on."
"Yes Sir."
"Come on Collins, let's go." Oliver said to the rookie and they took off after Sam to the car. He sighed when he saw Sam in the drivers seat. "Buckle up and hold on. This isn't going to be a fun ride." He passed the keys to Sam and barely had time to put his seat belt on before Sam had the sirens blaring and the wheels screeching.
"How long have you been seeing Andy?" Sam bit out through gritted teeth.
"What?" Nick asked, holding tightly to the cage in front of him. "I'm not seeing Andy."
"Sure sounded like it to me."
"No, it's not like that. I'm her friend." Nick tried to explain, "She doesn't feel like she can talk to anyone else because of what they are all going through. She didn't want to burden them."
"So, what happened today?" Oliver asked, "Is she sick?"
Nick wasn't exactly sure how to answer that, "Umm, I know she went to the doctors the other day, but as far as I knew she was OK."
"So then why were you so worried that she wasn't answering your calls?" Sam asked through gritted teeth as he swerved through traffic.
Nick really wasn't sure how to answer that, "I just know how she is. She'll pretend she's fine and won't go back to the doctor until someone makes her, so I figured better safe than sorry." He hoped that would appease Sam.
Sam pulled to a screeching halt in front of Andy's building and was out the door before Oliver or Nick could even take off their seatbelts. He was already pounding at the door by the time they reached him. "Andy!" He shouted.
"Let me try her one more time Sammy before you kick the door in." Oliver said to his friend.
Inside they could hear Andy's home phone ringing and her answering machine pick up. "I'm trying her cell again." Nick said. They heard her ringtone through the door, but could not hear any other movement in the house.
"I'm not waiting anymore." Sam said and took stance to kick down the door. He looked at Oliver, who waved a hand in the 'go-ahead' motion and kicked. Andy's door flung open with force and Sam ran in followed by Oliver and Nick.
"Andy." They called as they rounded the corner. Oliver moved to walk down the hallway towards her bedroom, but stopped short at Sam's anguished cry, "Andy!"
They ran into the kitchen where he could see Andy's prone figure on the ground. It frightened Oliver to admit how terrible and pale she looked. Sam knelt next to her and with shaking fingers felt for a pulse, he let out a breath of relief as he felt her heart beating against his fingers. He pulled her in to his arms, stood and began to walk back to the door. "I'm not waiting for an ambulance, lets move."
