Hi guys! This is my first time to write on fanfiction and I hope you guys enjoy this story! I do not have an editor so please excuse any grammatical errors! I love this show and as I was sitting in my car jamming out to all sorts of songs, I got to thinking this would be an awesome story!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of the songs on the radio! Although I wish I did and I am proud to say I at least own my stereo!
It had been six weeks since she had last seen him. Now, here she sat at the Black Penny, staring at her empty glass of whiskey. She has done this every night since he had left. Every day she put her life on the line a little more, every day she almost died in more ways than one, and every day she thought about him.
Six weeks before:
"Sam!" she pushed the door closed as she walked down the hall towards the kitchen. She had been living at his home for two months now and loved every minute of it. Instead of the cheerful atmosphere there was an eerie silence in the darkness. As she moved her hand along the wall looking for the impossible to find light switch she called his name again in a sing song voice. "Sam!" The smile on her face died on her lips at what she saw in front of her. There on the couch was Sam Swarek with a bottle of whiskey in front of him, an almost empty glass resting on his knee, and blood shot eyes. He looked like he was in a trance. His eyes glued to a spot on the wall and never moving.
"Sam, are you okay?" She sat beside him on the couch putting a hand on his shoulder. That was when he finally looked at her and she saw every emotion possible dance through his eyes.
"Boyd called and said he wants me to go into deep cover and won't take no for an answer." His eyes left hers as he downed the rest of the glass. She just stared at him.
"When?"
"Tomorrow, I don't know when I will be back." his eyes finally met hers again.
"There has to be a way to get out of it" a single tear made its way down her porcelain cheek.
"There isn't. I've tried everything." he growled.
"Well obviously not hard enough." Andy spat. She knew at this moment they should not be mad at each other. They should be making their last night together a memorable one until next time. There was just something about that moment that made them both angry. It made them turn on each other. She took a swig of the whisky bottle on the coffee table and walked to the door.
"Be safe Sam," low enough to be a whisper but loud enough to be heard as she placed her hand on the cold door knob for a second taking a small whiff of the smells around her before opening it and leaving. She didn't expect him to come after her. It only made it harder. 15th Division was what brought them together and that is what brought them apart. When she ended the driveway of his home she ran.
Present:
She had turned every one away from her since that day. She came to work on time and didn't talk to any one unless she had too. She came to the Black Penny every night to see her heart on the bottom of that damn whisky glass. As she signaled the bartender for another, her phone rang. It was Boyd.
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