Summery; Sam & Andy are both involved in a shooting. Andy is stuck between heaven & earth & won't be allowed to cross over unless she can fulfill her one last task! This is not a typical Sam & Andy story, this is something a little different!
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J.

Disclaimer- I own no parts of Rookie Blue or its actors! Although I do own this story! (Sigh)

Chapter 1-

In the moment just before death, they say you're life will flash before you're eyes, usually in slow motion playing silent scenes like a movie. Until the bright white light appears...

That is not true!

In the final moments of my life I heard every detail, only clearer and louder as though my sensory perceptions had been increased ten fold.

As I stepped out of the cruiser I heard the buzz of city traffic, the opening and closing of doors, peoples cheery chatter and their footsteps on the city pavements or the rough tarmac as the crossed the street. I swear I could almost hear the traffic lights on the corner ding as they changed from red to green.

My vision had also been heightened to seeing every single tiny detail before my eyes. Looking up I could see the blue sky above the bustling city. Not a cloud in sight, it looked like bright blue velvet.

Entering the diner I could see the smallest out of place angel hair sticking up on the waitresses head ten feet away taking an order as we entered, the swirl of foam in the form of a autumn leaf on a customers cuppachino three tables down to my right, the goofy dimpled grin on my partners face as he stopped and waited for me to stand next to him as he moved into the row of people standing waiting for their early morning coffee and breakfast orders.

My third sense- that of smell was a rush of strong coffee aroma's mixed with the sweet smells of freshly baked muffins, combined with the unmistakable waft of bacon, eggs and toast as I moved to stand next to Sam.

Soon the smell of his somewhat musky aftershave and the fresh smell of his shampoo mingled in with the breakfast smells. Turning my nose slightly in his direction I inhaled a deep silent sniff of his scent, way better than the breakfast smells!
It was in fact for no better word to describe it- was intoxicating.

As we made our way towards the counter to place our order in a comfortable silence I grabbed a $20 bill out my pocket and held it out to Sam. I did promise it was my turn to pay for coffee this morning as we left the barn.

As soon as I touched the note, it was as though I could feel the printing on it.

I could feel every crinkle in the paper of the note.

I could even feel the serial numbers.

Kinda weird that I could feel it was a $20 note without having to look at it.
As Sam reached out and tucked my fingers around the note refusing to take it from my hand I felt the familiar warmth of his hand but it felt different.

It felt hot not warm!

Not the kind of hot you're probably thinking right now, just like it was about to set my hand on fire in spontaneous combustion kind of hot.

Rolling my eyes at him i let out a sigh that was ment to sound like one of irritation but failed miserably. I added a pout to try enforce my annoyance and grumbled a "Sam!" Before he turned to hand me my hot cup of coffee from the best place in town.

The only place that made it just right I might add.

Smiling in thanks, I lifted the thick ribbed cup to my lips to take a sip as the door of the diner swung open to my left side as Sam stood still facing me square in front of me.

I heard the bell above the door jingle in that cliche out the movies kind of way as a soft breeze flowed through the doorway blowing my hair across my face although it was tied in a pony. Sam reached out and brushed one strand of loose hair away from my eyes and tucked it behind my ear, his hand lingering a split second longer that what it probably should have- although I didn't mind.

Removing his hand Sam broke the spell yet I was able to keep my enormous, mega smile still plastered on my face. Slowly I lifted my coffee to take another sip as I turned to the left so we could go back out on patrol when everything seemed to speed up as if it was a movie reel stuck on fast forward.

I saw the familiar metallic glint of the gun in his hand, at the end of an outstretched arm bearing a dirty light blue hoodie. My eyes moved up the arm to see the face of a kid with sad, empty eye's staring at me. Under a mop of unruly sandy brown hair His eyes were the most amazing shade of green, filled with what looked like brown speckles filling the green with a darker look.

That's how close he was standing with the gun pointed at my chest.

His stunning green eyes were bloodshot and rimmed with red, probably a combination of crying and being strung out on crack or some other heavy drug.

His cold empty eyes looked straight in mine saying nothing. Not one single emotion. Not One hint or glimmer of anything. It was like he was dead inside. A human shell encasing organs that kept him alive for no apparent reason. He stood staring me in the eye just like that and then this kid of probably 16 or 17 without hesitation pulled the trigger sending off a spray of shots echoing through the din of the pleasant sounds of breakfast.

I felt the pain as soon as I heard the gun fire. Followed by another then another.

I saw my coffee cup explode in my hand and I felt its hot liquid rush over the soft skin of my hand as the liquid tumbled to the floor pulled down by gravity.

I felt the same flying sensation I had the last time I was shot at the concert standing next to Kate at the Supernova. I felt the ground rush up at me. But still I heard the shots carry an echo through the air.

Opening my eyes I saw him turn towards Sam and fire as I struggled to roll over on to my side as I felt fire burn through every inch of my being.

I felt as though the world came crashing down on my chest knocking the breath out of me. My lungs would not expand and allow air back in.

I still had my senses on high alert, I could smell the aroma of coffee now mixed with that of gunpowder and the metallic, unmistakable smell of blood.

I could hear screams as they pierced the air blocking out the familiar sounds of early morning city life.

I could hear Sam's anguished plea's for me to answer when he called my name mixed with fear and pain in his voice.

Didn't sound like Sam but had his voice. Did not sound like the Sam I know at all.

I could still hear the gun shots and breaking glass, scraping chairs on the floor and the metal clink of cutlery hitting the floor in a very unsubtle manner. And the screams and pleading of people for their lives as the gun shots came to a deadly silent end before a click signaling the shooter was out of ammo.

That ment he fired off all seventeen rounds into people including me and Sam.

Then there was the sound of running footsteps and slamming doors that filled the now bang free silence. I heard a lot of voices fill the air but they were speaking incoherently. In foreign languages. I didn't understand what the were saying.

Still I felt the fire pulsate through me as I struggled to fill my lungs with the air I needed to breathe.
I heard Sam's voice again and turned my head in the direction I thought it came from to see him laying on the floor to my right covered in blood trying to sit up.

What the hell was he doing, or trying to do?

Then I saw the blood covering me and the floor I now lay on. It had started to mingle with the brown liquid that was once my awesome cup of coffee.

I heard shouts and saw faces I have never seen hovering over me babbling incessantly.

What the hell is wrong with everyone?
I heard Sam's voice yell my name as I turned back towards the ceiling to watch the dusty ceiling fan spin its useless train of circular movements when I heard Sam's voice call into what I assume was the the radio "Shots fired... Two officers down, multiple vic's... corner of Samson and Jones. Shooter is a teen Caucasian male blue hoodie... Left the scene. Armed. Officers down"

His voice was filled with terror and fear and a shortness of breath you couldn't miss if you tried as he gasped the words out rather than said them.

In the moment just before death, they say you're life will flash before you're eyes, usually in slow motion playing silent scenes like a movie. Until the bright white light appears...

Well they lied about that!

I only saw what was going on around me and I only heard the gun shots, screams and my name being whispered in a sense of urgency.

I felt fire ooze from the wounds of bullets fired by a strung out kid that let the blood keeping me alive now seep out onto a dirty floor.

I saw Sam's panic stricken face trying to come closer to me as he called out to me and I saw the blood. Red crimson a reminder of the lifeline I felt slipping away. I saw the fan whirl in the air, sturdy against the beige ceiling paint undisturbed by the events unfolding beneath it.

It was untouched by the crimson color or the screams that were everywhere.

I never saw a white light...

I never saw my life flash in front of my eyes...

Nothing was in slow motion...

Was I such a bad person that the last privileges of life in ones last lingering moments would be denied to me?...

I suddenly felt a comforting warmth envelope me. Almost reassuringly.
I felt my hand being lifted up and held on to so tightly as if it was about to crush the flimsy bones of my fingers.
Although my eyes were now closed and although my chest heaved as I struggled to fill my lungs with air I knew Sam was next to me. I knew it was him holding my hand.

I always managed to sense him before I saw or heard him.

"Hang in there McNally" he breathed gasping for air to fill his own lungs.

"Andy... Hang on" came as a whisper as I heard him slowly move to lay back on the ground.

Soon I only heard ragged breaths coming from him, but he never let go of my hand.

My eyes were too heavy to open so they stayed closed. But I knew he was there. Right next to me where he always was when I needed him-

THERE

The fire that was burning through my body was now replaced with an immeasurable amount of pain. A pain so mind blowing I wished I could stop breathing just to make it go away.
I began to feel the heat being replaced by a cold that I couldn't even describe. A cold worse than anything I had ever felt. Almost like an emptiness really.

Almost like death...

Forcing my eyes to open as Sam's grip on my hand faltered and his fingers began to slip away I turned to take one last look at him before the darkness settled in...

The darkness I knew- no felt was coming soon...

Sam lay there.

Just lay there.

I couldn't see his chest moving, couldn't see if he was still breathing.

I tightened my grasp on his hand refusing to let it slip away as a single tear made its way out from under my half closed lashes and rolled silently down my cheek until it slipped silently onto the floor splattering into invisibility.

Looking at Sam my heart broke into millions of tiny pieces as the glass dishes had when they shattered earlier in the chaos. It was the most wrenching pain I had ever felt. Worse than the broken wrist I had as a teen, when I fell out the tree getting a kids kite that got stuck on a branch, or the bullet holes I had now.

Suddenly I was feeling weightlessness surround me.

Almost like a feeling of flying.

Or total freedom.

I closed my eyes as the feeling took over and I no longer wanted to feel...

The pain...
The loss...
The emptiness...

And yet I had seen no white light, no life flashing before my eyes.

As I lay there I felt as though the world had stopped. As though time had stood still. The noises and smells from earlier began to fade away, pull away into muffled sounds.

One of My last thoughts was of Sam.
Always there when I needed him, whether I wanted him to be or not he was.
Even in the last few final moments of my life, he was there.
And there was no one else I would rather have at my side now in my last moments.

I should have told him.

My only regret- not telling him how I felt, although I think he knows, sorry think he knew, judging by his last few moments, this I decided seeing the wetness well up in his eyes when he looked at me seconds before...

My voice had failed many times to voice the words I now wished I had.

Now was too late to try...

I tried over and over again to open my mouth and utter those words in one last attempt to get them out there but it was a lost cause. The only sounds I could make were the sounds of trying to draw in ragged breaths in an attempt to breath mixed up with cries of pain and soft sobs.

Never a scream though.

Strange that.

There was no way I was going to have the last sounds that ever came out of my mouth be a scream.

After all-

My name is Andy McNally
I'm a police officer with Toronto's 15th Division.
I am a second generation copper.
Daughter of Tommy McNally.
Best friend of Traci Nash.
Close friends of Chris Diaz, Dov Epstein, Gail Peck.

And I am laying on the floor of a diner, bleeding to death next to my partner Sam Swarek
And there is no one else I'd rather have here with me now.

There was no way I was going to scream!

That is not how my last moments will be remembered, how I will be remembered!

Final thoughts on my life, - everyone.
Last person I thought of- Sam.
Ultimately my last thought- still Sam

And then as the darkness came and enveloped me in an icy, empty grip, there was nothing...

No pain
No feeling
Just simply nothing!

Nothing & silence...