Please be nice to me. This is my first Rookie Blue fanfiction, although I have been lurking around it for a long time. I hope you like it!

Updated 10/11/11~ Now reedited by my lovely beta reader, CytheraofNaxen! I still hope ya'll like it and REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!

Telephone

It has been over a year since Luke and I have broken up over his little session with Detective Jo Rosati. It has been over two years since I have been a rookie. Yet the same person has always been there for me. The same person I always go to with my problems. Sam Swarek.

Now I'm going to have to do the same for another person. A person whose life will turn upside down as soon as they hit the streets. Life at the Academy is great. You don't realize what you're going to be put through. I have to get this person through their troubles, through the car wrecks, shootings, and drug busts. I'll be putting my life in their hands, them being my partner. I will be training a rookie.

I didn't want to be with any other person other than Sam, because I knew he would protect me. Then I remembered how Sam didn't want to be my training officer either. How he had given up being in Guns and Gangs to be with me. I want to do the same for another rookie. Because you can't leave your partner behind. Sam had given me that speech when I almost let Traci lose her job because of Leo.

I was thinking this while lying in bed, just as my alarm clock went off. Bleep, bleep, bleep. I quickly hit the off button, got up and put on some cozy jeans and halter top to wear to work. As soon as I was ready to walk out of the door, literally about to open it, I heard a knock.

I looked through the peephole to see a tall, dark-haired guy, with smoldering eyes- Sam. Along with him was a younger guy, with bleach blond hair. A smile appeared on my face as I opened the door.

"Hey McNally, I brought a little visitor with me." He gave me one of his smiles, which in return made me smile again.

"I can tell. Come on in guys, although I don't have long. I've got to head to work." I looked at the watch on my wrist. It was already half past eight. I had to pick my dry-cleaning in five minutes, and it took a ten minute walk to get there!

Apparently Mr. Swarek here, had seen my expression and knew exactly what I was thinking. "Already ahead of you, McNally. Dry-cleaning's out in my truck. I just came here to introduce you," Sam pointed to the guy sitting beside him on the couch," to your new rookie. Joe, this is Andy McNally, and Andy, this is Joe Milano."

I turned toward Sam, a thought popping in my head. "Can I use the speech you gave me the first day you took me on?" I saw delight twinkle in his eyes, and he gave a short snort in anticipation.

"Yeah, sure. Go ahead." At this I turned to Joe again, putting a mischievous grin on my face. He had no idea what was coming.

"Ok, rookie, I don't know if you've had this speech yet, but we're partners- you back me up no matter what. You don't move unless I tell you to. And this car is my car so my rules are the rules. I'm doing this because I'd rather work the streets than man the wire room. While I do like working the streets, I did not ask to train a rookie. I did not ask to have a partner. I'm not your girlfriend, and I most definitely will not be holding your hand." As soon as I finished, I watched as Joe's face contorted from a look of embarrassment to a deer-in-the-headlights look. It was priceless. Sam and I couldn't hold our laughter in any longer.

"Joe... it was... a joke. Sam s-said that... to me when... I was a rookie." I said this between the laughter, while tears rolled down my cheeks. Sam looked to be in about the same condition. When it finally felt like all the laughter was out, I noticed Joe's expression had become one of anger now.

"Ma'am, I don't date cops anyway." More laughter. I don't know now if Joe is angry or embarrassed again.

"That's the same thing I told Sam!" I then mocked Sam, making my voice as deep as it could go. "Sweetheart, you're not my type." When I did this, Sam reddened about ten times redder than Joe was. How funny! "And look where it's gotten him today. Ahhh, but he's taking care of me when I'm in trouble."

Sam looked at his watch, doing a double-take at the time. "McNally, I think you're old habit is coming back. We need to go... now!" Sam jumped off the couch, which startled the rook, and he shot up to. Of course I had to make sure what time it was, and checked my watch. As soon as my hand popped in front of my face, it was grabbed, pulling me to the doorway. "No time McNally! Hurry up!"

In all the excitement of trying to get work on time again (one of my usual habits), I forgot to lock the door. That would be a big mistake that I would find out about later that evening.

It was tough changing into my uniform in the backseat of Sam's truck. I would have no time to change when I got to the Barn though. Although I had asked for some privacy, I'm pretty sure Sam was glancing back every once in a while. It's not like he hasn't seen me in my undergarments before, just not with a rookie up there with him. I kind of wish Sam was one of those guys who got things from work, including the glass protector from a police car. I would have even more privacy then.

When I got there the first person I just had to see was Luke walking with Jerry. They both stopped and stared when they saw my disshelved self. Well, it is hard to get ready in a truck. Luke was the first one to make a move. "You look like hell."

"I feel like it." I kept on walking after that, for Luke was hardly a friend anymore. Soon I filed into the Parade room, ready to get the day started.

"Ok, rookies," Frank Best began, as he walked up and down the aisles," You know, there is no actual training to get you ready for what can happen out on the street. You might be the smartest bookworm at the Academy, or you could be the best at shooting a paper target, but that doesn't help in hostage cases, does it."

"No, sir," all the new faces in the station answered.

"So get out there, follow your training officer's orders, do everything you have to, just don't screw up. Okay, Milano with McNally, Lykins with Peck, King with Eptstein, Douglass with Shaw, and Smith with Swarek. Serve, protect, and rookies... don't screw up."

Shock overtook me. I didn't think Sam was getting another rookie after he got through with me. What is going to make it worse is that Daphne Smith is a very pretty blond. Long, curly locks, blue eyes the color of a sapphire. Not just shock overtook me, jealousy too.

I hadn't noticed, but everyone else had left the Parade room, except me. I slowly got up and went to find Joe somewhere. He was at the desk, filling out some kind of paperwork.

"I'm not gonna make you do my paperwork yet, boy. C'mon, let's go." Joe immediately stood up as soon as he heard my voice.

"Yes, Ma'am." Ugh, I was getting tired of this boy already, with all his proper names.

"Please, just call me McNally. It makes me feel a lot older than you when you call me... uh... ma'am."

"Yes, Ma- McNally." I could hear Joe's gulp from over five feet away from him. Poor boy. We finally got out into the parking lot, going to one of the very last cars in the lot.

"Hey, McNally. Good luck!" Sam. I turned around to see him just getting in the car.

"Thanks, you too!" I followed suit, and got into the driver's side of the car. I pulled out of the parking lot, on the way to the disaster of the streets. We didn't really have anything to do until we got a beep on the radio.

"1524, there has been shots fired at a restraint on 189 Sperro Dr. There is at least one dead."

"Go ahead rookie." Joe pulled the radio from its position in the car, and told the dispatcher that we were on our way. I turned the lights on, doing a U-turn in the road, heading to the site.

We arrived there in just a few minutes, and I wasn't surprised that the resteraunt was old, with chipped bricks, broken window shutters, broken windows, and an even older looking door. We soon got out of the car, pulling our guns out of our holsters. "Stay with me Joe, remember we're partners."

Joe listened to my every word as we secured the perimeter before going inside the resteraunt. Inside was a war zone. Except it wasn't. There was no blood anywhere, just dead bodies on the floor. I knelt down next to one lady who was about my age, and checked her pulse. Her heart was still beating.

"Dispatch, 189 Sperro Dr. needs the buses." I then looked at the bodies lying around on the floor. "Hey, Joe? Did you see any bullets?"

Joe looked at me from the other side of the building. "No ma'am. I don't even see wounds or any blood."

"That's what I thought." Still searching for evidence, I turned toward the kitchen. In the middle of the plank floor, was a woman with about four or five gun shots. Someone wanted her dead. "Joe, you might want to come and look at this."

Still following my every command, Joe came in. "Dispatch, who was the person who called in this report?"

The radio on my shoulder crackled to life. "A woman named Abby Dikes, thirty-four years of age."

"Alright, thank you." I knelt down next to the body and noticed a card on the key chain next to her body. I picked up the key chain, even though I wasn't supposed to at a crime scene. It was a library card. It had a name on it… Abby Dikes. Could the person who had committed this crime, also killed the witness?

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