After a particularly bad shift where 15th division had been chasing their tails on a case, Andy sat in the bar not really listening to the hustle and bustle going on around her, nodding sub consciously to a conversation she had no interest in. She watched him leave, he had been in a foul mood all day, brooding about something. Nothing she said or did was right and it bothered her, not sure why but she was irritated enough to get up and follow him out.

"Sam" she called after him, slightly jogging to catch up

"Jeez McNally, what do you want from me?" He reacted, yelling at her.

She stopped dead in her tracks surprised with his response "Sam, what are you talking about? Want from you? I was going to make a suggestion about the case - sounding things out, isn't that what partners are meant to do? Why are your yelling at me?"

"Well that just sums it up! This is making me miserable!"

"What is? What's making you miserable?"

"YOU McNally! You are making me miserable! Because of you I'm a shadow of my former self and for one that normally is a thinker you don't seem to think about me at all!"

"Sam, I don't understand, your talking in riddles, think about you, I don't get it."

He backed away from her, walking to his car,. "Sam where are you going? What's going on? Sam …. Sam!"

"nothing McNally" he spat "just go inside and be with your friends, I need to go."

Andy stood there, wide-eyed looking around her to see if anyone had witnessed the exchange that had just happened, so someone could explain. Once she realised she was alone, she turned to go back into the bar. She grabbed her coat and said her goodbyes not wanting to be around anyone still shell shocked from Sam's outburst.

She walked out the bar and strutted down the street processing what Sam had said to her. Then she felt it, the ball of anger bubbling up inside of her - who the hell does he think he is and why does his happiness fall on her shoulders? The more she was thinking the madder she became and without knowing it was heading in the direction of a showdown!

Sam, walked into his house, took his coat off and pulled his cell out of his pocket as he did the red flash flew through him and he launched the phone across the room which smashed off the wall into unfixable pieces. What an idiot he felt, he exploded at her and now he felt a fool! He leaned on the counter with his head hanging low on his shoulders taking deep breathes trying to control the annoyance he felt within. He picked up the remote, turned the TV on and started channel hopping not because he wanted to watch anything but to occupy his hands so his phone was the only casualty of his temper.

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