*I do not own Rookie Blue, just a fan* I hope you all like this story and review as I continue to add more! This is in Sam's POV. I took some liberties that hopefully you all will appreciate. Thanks for stopping by!
"What was that girl's name? The one you used to date?" The blonde rested her head on Sam's chest, peering up at his handsome features.
"That was pretty vague, you know." He said, sighing loudly. He knew where this was going; where it always went.
"Andy... there, I said it. THAT one." She sat up, rolling her hands in a ball of nerves. Sam hated when women did this. It was like... they'd sleep together just once and all of a sudden they felt the need to bring her up. And how did everyone know Andy in the first place? Sam blamed it on too many drunken trips to the Penny, but who knows how the gossip spread.
"Can we not talk about her? Please?" I asked, agitated by even the thought. Amber was gorgeous and quite a catch, but the last thing I needed was an attachment. I was clearly horrible with those.
"I guess." She said quietly, tying her hair up. I grabbed her hand, pulling her over to me. She giggled, leaning in to give me a quick kiss.
"Babe, can you get me a glass of water?" She asked me. I nodded, getting out of bed. I was naked, but it wasn't like I had anything to hide. I mean, we'd been occupying the room for a good few hours.
As I walked to the kitchen, my phone rang. It was Frank. This was odd, and especially so for it being two in the morning.
"This is Swarek."
"Sam... it's Frank. I have some bad news."
Oliver had been shot. Badly. I rushed to the hospital, leaving Amber at my place. I didn't know if this was the best idea, but I could have cared less at that point. Ollie was more important than anything or anyone in that house.
"How is he?" I asked Zoe. She was in tears, pacing back and forth outside the O.R. She ran into my arms, seeking comfort.
"What happened?" I whispered, hugging her close. Zoe was near and dear to me, and in the last couple of months, I'd needed her. Now she needed me. Zoe and Oliver were finally working things out. But now they had this obstacle.
"Drive-by." Frank interjected, coming over and giving me a sympathetic hug.
"Any leads?" I asked.
"We think it was an old case, possibly a vendetta. White van." Frank sighed, checking the time.
"I'll be at the station, looking for answers. Stay here and comfort Zoe if you'd like. Or come on by." He told me. I nodded.
"Zoe, I'll be right back, okay?" I told her, kissing her cheek.
I needed a moment alone. Just a moment.
As I stared into the bathroom mirror, I didn't recognize myself. It was like I'd aged twenty years in these past eleven months. First, with Jerry's death, and then with all that happened with Mcnally. Mcnally had been my breaking point. I mean, Jerry's death was. But her leaving... oh that just changed everything.
I remember spending hours in the Penny just waiting for a call, or for her to walk confidently into the bar like she used to. I wanted her to break the rules, to come see me. I wanted her to miss me. To say she loved me just one more time... and for me to be able to tell her I loved her.
But when she took off like that, without even a goodbye... it killed me inside. I knew I deserved it. I'd pushed her away. I guess I was just selfish enough to think she'd run into my arms.
And I'd blown it.
The first few months I held onto the idea she'd knock on my door. But after eight months... I gave up. The undercover job was only supposed to last for six months I had thought. But Nick wasn't back, and neither was Mcnally.
Luke Callaghan stepped into the hospital. He walked calmly down the hall and met me right by the waiting room. I'd composed myself, and prayed Luke would leave shortly.
"Swarek." Luke's eyes were bloodshot, now that I was in the light.
"Is everything alright?" I asked him.
"Look, I know now isn't the best time for this. But I can't hold in secrets any longer." He said. He looked faint. I felt my fists clench.
I knew just by looking at his nervous face this would be about Andy.
"Man, I don't want to know. I don't care anymore. Whatever it is, whatever you two did..." I started to say. Luke was pacing.
"Callaghan! Come on! What's eating you? My day can't get any worse!" I laughed dryly, growing anxious.
'Andy... she's not undercover. She never was." Luke said, looking down.
I couldn't believe my ears. Huh? What? What did he mean? Well then where was she?
"You lied? WELL WHERE IS SHE?" I yelled, feeling the insanity creeping in. Luke shook his head, avoiding eye contact.
"She's home." He said. And just like that, I felt sick.
'What do you mean... she's home?" I asked Luke, my whole body paralyzed. This whole time?
"She wanted me to lie. To announce she was going undercover. But she's been here." Luke said.
"I know you probably hate me for keeping this from you, but for what it's worth, I am sorry Sam." He said. I wanted to punch him in the face.
"Who else knows this?" I asked, my jaw clenched.
"No one. Except Tracy and Nick. And Frank, of course."
I'd never felt so betrayed in my life. How could they keep this from me? I'd never forgive them.
"Have you seen her?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"She hasn't answered my calls. And she kicked Gail out of the apartment when she started this whole thing. That's why Gail was so ticked when she first 'left'".
"You really have horrible timing. Well what's she been doing for work then? Did she quit the force?" I asked. I felt pathetic... turning to Callaghan for information.
"I think she got a temporary job. I don't know if she'll be back, Sam. I'm sorry." Luke walked away, leaving me with all this. Great. Now not only had Mcnally not visited me or reached out to me, but she hadn't even though she was living here. Perfect.