(September 26th, 2010)

Okay so just a little something that popped into my head last night. This is not a one-shot. I hope you like it.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or any of it's characters.

A Little Part of You

Chapter 1: Tomorrow

Sam sat on the metal bench in the men locker room in division fifteen after a long, painfully slow shift. In fact every shift in the past four and half years had been agonizing. Every day, every hour, every minute was gut-wrenchingly painful since that day; August 28th 2010. The day she left without a note, without saying goodbye. She just walked out and he had no idea where she had gone. It had been just over three weeks since they shared an amazing night together, the night of the blackout. And every night following they spent together. Looking back on that time together seemed like a dream, they had been so happy, so perfect. Waking up every morning with her in his arms, knowing that she had wanted him instead of Callaghan. Then that morning she had smiled at him and kissed him goodbye as he left for work and knowing that like every other morning she would follow, leaving a few minutes later in her own car. He had expected her at the station shortly after he arrived. But she never showed up to the parade and Best never called her name. Nobody else could tell him why she wasn't there and the only thing Best said was that she had her reasons and she was safe wherever she was.

The day after that he called in sick to figure out where she had disappeared. He had tried calling, emailing, even going by her place only to find some random stranger moving in. By the end of that day, he drank until he passed out on his couch. Traci had been upset to say the least and the fact that Andy hadn't told Traci anything was a sign that something was horribly wrong. He just couldn't understand why she had up and left without telling anybody. Four and a half years later he still didn't understand. Between then and now he had fallen into a pattern of working between the division and undercover with guns and gangs. Occasionally he would have the odd one nightstand but since she left he hadn't had a serious relationship. He scolded himself on more than one occasion for calling what he and McNally had a "relationship". He would argue saying that they had only been together three weeks; but his other half knew their relationship started the day she tackled him in that alleyway on her first day. But there had been something about her that made him act like a love-struck teenager, like she was his other half. Which was stupid because he didn't believe in that soul mate crap. But it didn't matter now because that half of him was gone.

Now he was sitting in the locker rooms staring at the floor, something he had become accustom to, thinking for the millionth time about the woman he lost.

"Hey Sammy! You coming to the Penny with us?" Oliver's voice pulled him out of his thoughts; he looked up to see Jerry and Oliver standing in the doorway. Sam put on a smile and nodded, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah man, do you even have to ask?" He joked half-heartedly as they walked to the parking lot. They sat on the bar, talking about their days. Traci came over and Jerry wrapped his arm around her waist as they chatted. A few women eyed him from across the room, some came over to talk, but every time he would scrutinize them to find features he liked. This one's hair was the same as Andy's or she kind of walks like her. But no matter what he could never find one he would find attractive enough. A couple hours later the bar crowds thinned out leaving Sam alone with his scotch. He looked around at the almost empty room and sighed. This is pathetic he thought as he swigged his drink, letting it burn his throat. I have to move on. It's been almost five years Sam. You have to move on. He stared into nothing as his thoughts wondered. She's not coming back. With that, he chugged the rest of his drink and nodded to himself. Tomorrow was a new day. He would change his ways and move on. Something he should have done months if not years ago. He won't think about her, or gloom about her. He will be a new man. Tomorrow.

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