"You change your mind. You call me."
All Sam heard on the phone was hysterics and it didn't take a highly decorated police officer to figure out who it was. "I'm coming." Sam drove straight to Andy's apartment which he had dropped her off at a week prior. He parked illegally on the street and jimmied the front door open with a credit card. He made a mental note to get Andy a nice big deadbolt and then ran up the stairs. Andy was on the floor hunched over sobbing completely oblivious that Sam was in the room. The last thing Sam wanted to do was startle his rookie, well that was actually the second last thing. The last thing Sam wanted to do was watch his rookie cry on the floor so badly that she was shaking. "Andy," Sam said quietly placing his hand on her back. Andy looked up with liquid filled bloodshot eyes and began taking sharp quick intakes of breath. "Andy you're hyperventilating." Sam had seen this before in shock cases. "Andy you need to slow down, in through nose out through your mouth." Sam rubbed Andy's back and continued his mantra till he felt her breathing calm and her muscles relax. At this point Sam picked up with still trembling rookie and placed her on the couch with her head in his lap and slowly continued to rub her back with a circular motion of his hand. He did this action till he was confident that Andy was asleep and then he relaxed himself against the back of the couch and departed the conscious world himself.