Here is something I have been working on for a while. You will find out more about what happened to Andy in the next chapter. FYI: Busek is a made up character who is an officer at 15 as well. I was going to write about him meeting Andy but I felt like the focus of this story is more on Andy/Sam so I left it out. I sadly do not own Rookie Blue.
Shift would be over in about twenty minutes. Frank was in Board Room # 4 with Jerry, Sam, Oliver and Noelle. They had been discussing the Weinberg-Carlson case that they had just closed, but now they were just passing the time until they could leave. Frank's phone rang and he checked the caller ID.
"Hello, McNally, how is your day off going?" he asked when he accepted her call.
Sam's attention immediately moved from what Jerry was saying to Frank. Jerry, Oliver and Noelle shared knowing looks. They all knew Sam had it bad for this girl, but he just hadn't made his move yet. They also knew that she had feelings for Sam. She was no longer denying it, but she also wasn't jumping at her chance to be with him. She was waiting for him to make the first move.
When the others heard Frank's side of the conversation, their attention was diverted as well. They knew something was wrong from his tone of voice and his body language. Being a police officer, your colleagues were your family. All of them felt protective of Andy in their own ways.
"Is everything okay?" asked Frank.
"I need to talk to you in person," said Andy. "It's urgent."
"Of course," said Frank. "Wait, Andy, are you crying? Is everything okay?"
"I can't talk about it over the phone."
"Okay, where are you right now?"
"I'm a couple of minutes away."
"Okay, we're in Board Room 4."
"Who's we?"
"Uh... me, Noelle, Jerry, Oliver and Sam. Is that okay, or do you want to meet up in private?"
"No, that's okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
"Okay, so I'll see you in a few minutes?"
"Yep."
"Alright, bye."
"Bye."
Frank shut his phone and seemed to study it for a moment, before looking up at the others.
"That was McNally," he told them. "She says she wants to talk to me and that it's urgent."
"Did she say what about?" asked Sam, worry written all over his face.
"No," replied Frank. "She said that she didn't want to talk about it over the phone."
"Wasn't she supposed to be on a date with Pete Busek today?" asked Noelle. "What did you say to him?" She turned to Sam.
"Me?" asked Sam, incredulously. "I said not one word to him!"
"Sam!" Jerry cried, giving him a little shove. "Why the hell not? You're going to miss your opportunity!"
"Frank, talk some sense into him!" cried Noelle.
"My authority only goes so far," said Frank. "If it were up to me to make decisions of the heart, then they would have gone out many, many months ago."
"You guys are getting a little off track here," said Oliver. "McNally is a pretty private person when it comes to her love life. I can't see her coming to see Frank because Sam ruined her chances with some guy."
"Shaw's right," said Frank. "She seemed scared about something."
The five were silent for a while, each wondering about what could have her so upset. What would she be so upset about that she would have to call Frank? Their thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. Sam sprung out of his seat and opened it.
"Hi," said Andy in a small voice. Everyone took in her appearance. Her hair was messed up, her eyes were red from crying and she held her sweater tightly around her body.
"Please, come in," said Frank.
"Thank you so much for seeing me," she said."
"Of course. What's going on?"
"I need to report a crime."
"Of what nature?"
Andy snuck a quick glance at Sam before struggling to pull her scarf off of her neck. Sam gasped when he saw the marks on her neck. They were handprints, like somebody had tried to choke her. She was then trying to shrug off her sweater, but was avoiding the use of her right hand. Sam came to her rescue and helped her take it off. Her right wrist was swollen. Sam gently took her arm and felt her wrist. Andy winced.
"I don't think it's broken," he said, wiping a tear from her cheek. "But you need to go to the hospital."
Andy nodded. "I wanted to come here first," she said. "I'm not a big fan of hospitals."
"Who did this to you?" asked Noelle. "Was it Busek?"
Andy nodded. "He got angry at me because I wouldn't have sex with him. I don't know what happened... he just lost it."
"Okay, Andy, I'm glad you called me," said Frank. "Sam, why don't you take her to the hospital? I'll take care of everything here. I'll get your statement from you tomorrow. I'll call you in the morning, okay?"
"Thank you," she replied.
"It's no problem at all. Take care of yourself."
"I will."
Sam put a protective arm around her shoulders and guided her out of the room.
"When do you finish work?" she asked him.
He checked his watch. "Five minutes ago," he replied. "But even if I wasn't done, you are my highest priority right now."
Sam rubbed her back comfortingly. He felt her relax under his touch.
"I know that Sam," she said. "But maybe you should change first so you don't have to come back afterwards."
"Okay," he said, fishing his keys out of his pocket. He sorted through them and separated the key of his truck from the rest. He handed them to her. "How about you wait for me in the truck and I'll go change quickly?"
"Thank you," said Andy. She took the keys and raised her good hand. She brushed his cheek with the back of her hand.
"Anytime," he said, his heart beating quickly. He meant it too. He would do anything for this woman and he needed her to know that.
Sam changed quickly and stuffed his things into his bag. He speed walked to the truck, shoving the bag into the back and slid into the driver's seat. Their fingers grazed as she handed him the keys and they shared a shy smile.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?" asked Andy, clearly confused.
"None of this would have happened if I had just asked you out in the first place."
"You wanted to ask me out?"
"Yeah, for the longest time."
"Why didn't you?"
Sam shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "I guess I was just scared."
"Me too," said Andy. "But none of this is your fault. It's not anybody's fault except his."
Sam took her good hand gingerly into his and kissed her knuckles one by one. He brought his face closer to hers, so close that he could feel her warm breath on his lips. He gently brushed his nose against hers, while maintaining eye contact.
He pulled back and then admitted, "I know it's not really my fault, but I feel nauseous thinking about what he did to you. I don't want anything to happen to you."
"Oh Sam." Andy wrapped her arm around him, the tears flowing again. "I was so scared."
"Nobody is ever going to hurt you again, okay," he said. "Not if I'm around."
"I know," she said. "I trust you. I feel safe when I'm with you."
Andy pulled away from him. Sam wiped the tears off of her cheeks.
"Let's get you to the hospital," he said.
Andy nodded.
