The car had been quiet these past 3 shifts with only outside noise and the occasional police radio traffic to fill the void of silence. There was no small talk or jokes, no personal conversion of any kind. It was only about the job; he didn't ask and she didn't say.
It had all started on that morning one week ago. They were riding as they normally did, laughing about the antics of others. Talking about everything yet nothing then suddenly Sam said something that stopped Andy cold. "I've been seeing Monica again." He said. The words just tumbled out, he had been nervous about telling her but knew he had to before she found out some other way.
Andy was stunned, "Oh really? Well…uh...that's good…Did I tell you that Luke is buying a house and he's asked me to move in with him? We're just waiting for the keys now… so anyday…." She let the sentence drop there.
It was shattered there. Companionable conversion stopped at that moment.
Today together again, patrolling the streets, sitting side by side, there was no laughter, no shared knowing looks, nothing. They went out on calls, interviewed witnesses, took reports and returned to the barn. At the end of shift each went their own way. No one seeing them together would believe they had history, a lot of history. Missing kids, illegal guns, undercover work and most of all a burning passion that lay hidden just beneath the surface. A surface neither one had dared scratch at.
The shrilled tone of Sam's cell phone erupted in the air for what Andy thought was the third time in the past hour. Automatically assuming it was Monica again she sighed heavily, rolling her eyes to Sam. "What? Are you guys in high school?"
Sam pulled the phone from his pocket and motioned it towards her. "You mind if I take this?" he eyed her. It really wasn't so much a question as the statement. "Good." he said as he flipped his phone open not waiting for her response.
Andy looked down, away from his suddenly very dark angry eyes. She brushed imaginary lint from her uniform pant leg trying to seem like she was not listening to the conversion, well his side of it anyway.
It was the same as it had been the past hour, one of the guys calling from the station to see if poker night was still on at Sam's house tomorrow night. He could have told her, instead of leading her to believe each time it was Monica. He would have to explain to Shaw why earlier he told him that he preferred the pink pretty lacy one instead.
Monica had called only once that day, just to let him know that the elderly lady involved in the hit and run was out of ICU and awake and able to respond to questions. He didn't want to think about why he hadn't told McNally the truth, he knew he was being childish but he just couldn't stop himself.
"Hal-lo." Sam said, he was quiet for a few moments listening, "Sure we can do tomorrow night, what time?" after a pause, "Ok you place or mine?" he voice suddenly low.
"Sammy!" Jerry looked incredulously at his phone. "I just said it's suppose to be at your house, what's wrong with you?" Jerry was quiet for a moment before he sighed. "Ah I suppose your riding with McNally eh? Stop screwing with that girl's head."
Sam just laughed, that slow sexy laugh that he reserved for his conversions with Monica, or so Andy assumed. Her heart dropped, I HATE HIM! She thought, that bastard! Doesn't he realize I'm sitting here…I can hear him. She sat there silently calling him every evil name she could come up with.
"Sammy! One of these days she's going to catch on to YOU buddy!" Jerry said cryptically, "Look I gotta go…I've got paperwork everywhere and 30 minutes before I'm due in court and I'll….I'll just talk to you later!" Without a goodbye Jerry disconnected the line. "Ok baby" he continued to a dead phone line, "you have a good day I'll catch up with you later sweetie, take care." Sam feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction refused to look in her direction.
Andy sat there stiffly, more angry than she had ever been. She glanced at him after he ended the call. He was staring straight ahead, completely ignoring her, a small smile played around his lips. Pretending to be lost in thought while he drove, all the while his senses were picking up on her every reaction.
She is furious! He thought gleefully. Good she deserves this, let her get just a taste of what I go through. He hadn't felt this alive in days. After everything that I have been through with this woman, everything I've put up with, she deserves it! he fumed. I've tried to be the friend, God knows I've tried. But her? This friendship was HER idea and yet I mention just one time that I'm dating Monica and she throws moving in with Luke in my face? Oh hell no, he mused, that's it…I've had it. Crazy, mixed up woman…she's nuts and she's making me nuts. But as usual his thoughts regarding her immediately began to soften, starting to regret his actions somewhat, Ok maybe I went a bit to far, she is a good partner. She is brave, and smart, so beautiful and funny and damn sexy…Oh hell!
She sat there, her hands clenched in fists. She itched to hit him. I can't take this, she thought staring out at the pasting scenery. I can't do this everyday. How could he talk to her like that right in front of me?
Ok wait, she told herself What am I doing? We are suppose to be friends. Why can't I just be happy for him? Then she pictured that woman in her mind. Oh god she is awful but…well it is his choice. she sighed inwardly No he doesn't deserve THAT…but why does he have to date her of all people. And why does this hurt so bad? She doesn't deserve him; he's kind and gentle and understanding when HE wants to be. He's a good friend, a great cop and…one hell of a good lover. She didn't want to think about them in bed together, Sam kissing Her, laying Her on his bed. Angry all over again she thought, I just can't do this.
Her mind was racing so many conflicting thoughts. Her anger though, got the best of her. That damn phone rang three more times before shift was over. And every time his voice got lower and sexy then the last…or at least so it seemed.
Sam tried to ease the tension in the car, telling her some crazy story about when he was rookie. He could never be really mad at her for very long and was already regretting what he had done. But she was having no part of it, everything he said was met with sarcasm, clipped words and resentment. When they had finally pulled into the parking lot at the end of shift, Andy immediately jumped out of the car. She slammed the cruiser's passenger door and without a backward glance at Sam hurried into the station.
Reports were completed and filed in record time, logging out of the computer system she arose and stiffly walked into the ladies locker room. Sam just sat at the opposite desk, watching her walk away from him. She didn't even look at me. He couldn't just let this go, what was she so pissed about anyway? She's moving in with that backstabbing creep and she's upset because I'm dating Monica? The long week of silence finally caught up with him. I'm getting to the bottom of this. He thought as he followed her.
Once she had her shoes tied, she straightened to close her locker door. She jumped, noticing for the first time that Sam stood there watching her.
"Where you going in such a rush, McNally?"
"Away from you." She answered.
Sam still dressed in his uniform placed his hand on his belt bucket and leaded back. "Really? Now why is that?" He inquired. "Why are you suddenly running away from me?"
"I'm not running from you Sam, I just need to get away." Andy said.
He flashed her that megawatt smile that didn't quite didn't reach his eyes. "Needing to get away is running McNally, thought you knew that." Sam stated.
"You know what? I really don't need this right now. Just let me get out of here before I say something I'll regret." She snapped
"Oh McNally, I regret a lot of things too…a lot of things." His eyes locked on her while he stood there arms crossed. He was immovable and she knew it. She was damned if she would let him see her cry and she was close to tears.
"Damn it, Sam. Haven't you figured it out yet? I don't want to talk to you, I don't want to see you and I don't care if you are running around with that woman. I just want to leave and go to Luke so if you don't mind please get the hell out of my way." With that Sam turned motioning his arm towards the door.
"Nobody's stopping you McNally, I hear you plan and simple, I won't ever stand in your way again." Sam bit out. Andy moved around him to walk out of the locker room area. She continued straight on to Luke's office. I lied to him, she thought, realizing for the first time that she had never lied to Sam before.
This is my first story so I think I was suppose to say that I do not own Rookie Blue. Please review and let me know if you'd like to read more. Thanks :=)
