Hey guys!

So here's the second chapter...don't worry, I told you guys everything would work out. I absolutely HATE reading stories where the characters die. I loved your concern for Andy though.

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The first thing Andy saw when she opened her eyes was white.

At first, she thought she was dead. There were quite murmurings surrounding her, and everything was swathed in such a brilliant white that she knew she must be in heaven. Over the next few minutes, several things disqualified her original notion. The most obvious was the aching pain in her right shoulder that throbbed along with her heart. She had never been very religious, but she was sure that there was no pain in heaven.

The other things that dispelled her fear that she was no longer among the living was the constant beeping of a heart monitor and the various tubes that were hooked up to her. She highly doubted there were hospitals in the afterlife.

And then there was her father, sitting next to her bed, slumped over the lower half of her body in an awkward pose that could have only been tolerated if he had been sleeping.

Andy let out a loud, shaky breath. She was indeed alive.

The sound woke up her father, and he shot up in his chair like he had been electrocuted. He looked at her. His eyes were bloodshot and puffy, and he was slightly trembling.

"Andrea," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly on the third syllable. "Oh Andy, my sweet girl, Andy." He leaned over and hugged his daughter, murmuring her name over and over again.

She breathed in the familiar smell of brandy and smoke, wincing slightly in pain when his elbow hit her shoulder.

"Hey, daddy," she answered in the same quiet tone, letting her father hold her despite the pain that was radiating throughout her body. A cough at the door interrupted their reunion.

"Ah, Miss McNally, you're awake. Excellent." The man's voice had a pleasant lilt to it, hinting at a British background. "I'm Doctor Thomas Jacobs. How are you feeling?"

"Like absolute hell," she answered truthfully. She saw her father cringe out of the corner of her eye and wished she had been more tactful. Dr. Jacobs laughed.

"I'd be surprised if you weren't. You've been through quite an ordeal. Do you have any recollection of what happened?"

Andy closed her eyes. Snippets of scenes flashed through her mind.

Drawing their weapons. Making their way into the warehouse. Being wary of going in without backup. Disappointing Sam. That cut her like a knife. She was suddenly afraid.

"Where's Sam?" she asked fearfully.

Tommy McNally let out a short laugh. "You're a true cop, eh my girl? Always thinking about your partner. Sammy's fine, Andy. He took down those bastards seconds after they shot you."

Andy's eyes widened, a rush of memories following. Suddenly, the snippets became complete scenes. "I was shot?" she asked, somewhat rhetorically.

Dr. Jacobs smiled slightly. "Yes. Three times, and two found your shoulder, somehow getting past your vest...the report says the gunman fired from above you. And I must say, you're doing remarkably well for what you went through, though we..." He was cut off as Frank Best walked into the room.

"Officer McNally, you're looking remarkably better since the last time I saw you," he stated, standing by the doctor. His features tensed momentarily as he recalled seeing one of his officers on the ground, blood everywhere.

"Sir," she answered, struggling to sit up in her superior's presence. A searing pain coursed throughout her upper right half. Both her father and doctor quickly quieted her movements.

An odd quiet settled in the room, with Tommy and Best exchanging heated looks that spoke volumes as Dr. Jacobs shifted his weight uneasily. All this was lost on Andy as she retreated to her thoughts.

Where was Sam? His absence made no sense to her. She would have thought he would have been by her bedside, and while she was glad to wake up to her father, she wished she could have seen Sam's face as the first thing. Did he know she was alright? Why wasn't he here right now? She somewhat understood Staff Sergeant Best's presence, but it would have made more sense to have her partner here instead. She couldn't take her revolving thoughts any longer.

"I want to see Sam," she blurted out, past the point of being careful her true feelings towards him didn't show in front of her superior. Dead silence followed her plea. The looks between Frank and Tommy intensified. Dr. Jacobs looked like he wanted nothing more than to leave the room.

"You said he wasn't dead. You said he was fine!" Andy said, her voice creeping into hysteria. The beeping of the heart monitor sped up rapidly.

"He's fine, sweetie, just like I told you. It's just that - " Tommy was cut off as Frank interjected.

"McNally, we need to talk. Do you remember when your father was an officer, and he killed a girl called Joanna Hastings?"

Andy vaguely remembered a day when her father had come home and taken out a bottle of vodka. She had watched him drink half of it before passing out on the sofa. She had been ten, and that had been the start of his alcoholism. She didn't trust herself to speak.

Frank continued. "The entire Fifteenth Division had been chasing her father, Tyrone Hastings, for the better part of the year. He was a big time drug kingpin, heroin and whatnot, but also designer drugs. We couldn't touch him; it was like he was invincible. Then we got a break in the case, and the whole thing just cracked wide open. Your father was part of the take down team that went to the Hastings' house to arrest Tyrone."

Andy wasn't sure where this story was headed, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.

"Between SWAT and Tommy's team, the house was completely surrounded. They entered. Tyrone wasn't there. But his daughter was. She shot at our officers. Your father took her down."

Andy closed her eyes, swallowing hard. She wasn't sure what this had to do with her, but she hated hearing about her father killing someone. When she opened her eyes again, Best raised his eyebrows as if to ask permission to continue.

"Tyrone went into hiding after that. It's been fourteen years, and we've never been able to find him, yet he's still been supplying and running his operation from God-knows-where. And this is where you come in."

Tommy, still seated beside Andy, took her hand and squeezed it. She was suddenly afraid.

"The last time we had contact with Tyrone was through a voice mail. He said he wouldn't rest until Tommy McNally's daughter was dead, and he got to personally see her funeral. This man does not make threats lightly. That was why I took you off the Fuller case - they had close ties with the Hastings. But now, we're going to use your death to our advantage."

The puzzle was starting to come together in Andy's head, but the last sentence threw her for a loop. "But I'm not dead," she stated.

Best took a deep breath before answering her. "From this day on, you are. We already relayed that your operation was a failure. You're funeral will be the thing that draws Hastings out of hiding. We'll nab him there."

"So I'm dead in all senses except the actual one?" she asked.

"McNally, you are under no circumstances to contact anyone. The fewer people who know our operation, the more likely it will succeed. Do I make myself clear?"

Andy couldn't breathe. Of all the people who thought she was dead, only one came to mind. The thought made her heart clench, a cold draft of dread slowly seeping through her, numbing everything except her wounds, which intensified in pain. She started to tremble. "So Sam - "

"Officer Swarek thinks you're dead."