This is my first fanfic in a while, but Rookie Blue has suddenly grasped my interest, especially Andy and Sam. So my muse and I have been playing.
I of course do not own Rookie Blue or any of the characters.
Andy slammed the patrol car door, throwing the kit bag over her shoulder and stormed into the precinct. The sooner she put today behind her the better, she thought as she barged into the women's locker room, the door ricocheting off the wall, announcing her arrival with a bang, causing the other officers getting changed to stop what they were doing and stare at her.
"What?" she asked to the room, daring them to answer.
Gail shrugged her shoulders, returned her gaze to her locker before picking up her purse and walking past Andy, "Night," she called before exiting the locker room.
Traci looked at her best friend, trying to recall the last time she looked this ticked off. Obviously it had something to do with Swarek, most of Andy's emotional outbursts were tied to Swarek in one way or another.
Andy met Traci's eyes and all of the anger and frustration that had been flowing through her system suddenly dissipated, leaving her feeling exhausted. She dropped the bag on the floor and sagged onto the bench, resting her pounding head in her hands.
"Bad day, huh?" Traci asked as she sat next to Andy.
"Don't want to talk about it," Andy replied from behind her hands.
"Does it have anything to do with Sam?"
"It has everything and absolutely nothing to do with Swarek," her quiet voice laced with anger.
Traci sighed, "Well he must have done something really bad to upset you, 'cause you're using his surname rather than Sam."
"He doesn't deserve anything other than that at the moment. I'm not sure I'll ever be going back to using his first name again!" she suddenly leapt to her feet, turning towards her locker and quickly unlocking it.
Traci looked at her friend and shook her head, "When are you two going to stop playing with each others heads and actually sort out what's really going on."
Andy peered around her locker door, "What do you mean what's really going on?"
Traci shook her head as she stood and returned to her locker, taking out her purse, "When you're ready to really talk then I'll be ready to listen. I'll be at the Penny for a while before I head home."
Andy watched her friend leave, she sighed and rested her head against the cool metal of the locker; she needed some space and time. Deciding to shower when she got home, she quickly changed into her street clothes before heading towards Frank Best's office, knowing that if she didn't ask now, she probably wouldn't follow through with her request.
Sam casually glanced at his watch, she was going to be late again; it was a trend he didn't think she would ever break. He shook his head as he glanced at her empty seat.
"McNally late again?" Shaw asked gently nudging Sam with his elbow.
"What?" He glared at Oliver, "I am not her keeper. What she does on her own time is her own business."
Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "Just taking an interest."
"Well don't."
Frank Best strode into the room walking to the podium where he began his shift briefing.
Sam glared at Epstein, "Go get the patrol car ready, I'll be there shortly."
Not wishing to antagonise an obviously irate Swarek, Dov nodded and quickly headed down the corridor.
Sam watched Epstein scurry away before heading towards Frank's office.
Sam knocked on Frank's door before entering, Frank looked up from his desk, "I wondered how long it would take for you to come and ask."
"Where is McNally, she doesn't have a day off today?" Sam asked, noting the concern in his voice rather than the anger and frustration he had been feeling.
"What is going on with both of you? We've all noticed that what was a perfectly good working partnership has been disintegrating in front of us."
Sam shook his head, "I don't know, Frank. I really don't."
"Well McNally's vacation time will give you both some time to think."
"Vacation time?" Sam's stomach churned.
"Two weeks," Frank looked carefully at Sam and noticed his discomfort, whatever was causing the strained relationship between Sam and McNally needed to be sorted before something happened that neither of them would like.
"Two weeks," Sam repeated thinking that it could be the longest two weeks of his life.
"Two weeks. Now we've established that, you have patrol with Epstein."
Sam nodded before turning to leave Frank's office, "She is coming back, isn't she?"
"As far as I know, Sam."