Second, or third, I should say, chapter of Thinking of You. I did something horrible; I read the spoilers for episode 9/10. Did I mention I cried? No, not cried, bawled. So I thankfully have my best friend planning to watch it with me, so she can hold me while I cry. Anyways, THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR 3.09 AND 3.10. Now, I'm trying to make it easy, not use the names mentioned give away to much, but either way, you may put two and two together.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue

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The best thing 'bout tonight's that we're not fighting

Could it be that we have been this way before

They've been arguing.

Not arguing; fighting. Full on I'm-going-for-a-walk-doesn't-return-until-early-morning fighting. It's usually Sam who storms out, unable to deal with looking at her anymore. He just keeps thinking about what happened; he couldn't lose anyone else, especially her.

He stays, though, for as long as he can. Watching her wild hand movements, angry pointing and pushing him back. He knows her nostrils flair, her jaw clenches. He knows that all her movements cause her hair to mess up, wild and tangled. Her eyes changed to dark brown, angry flecks of gold reflecting the dim light.

This night was like all the others; Andy accusing him of something and Sam shifting closer and closer to the door, hand on the door knob. It only took her taking one threatening step towards him to make him turn the knob, pulling the door in. He raised a hand in surrender, slipping through the crack and walking into the hall.

He stormed down the stairs, not bothering with a coat, and crashed through the door. Within minutes of his walk, he was soaked to the bone. He trekked his way to his destination, never slowing until he reached it. Cars blared their horns as he ran across the street, unwilling to wait for a cross walk.

I know you don't think that I am trying

I know you're wearing thin down to the core

He was well aware that she couldn't deal with this. All the fighting between them, when he was her rock, the one she depended on. She knew that he was grieving, everyone at the station was. She comforted the two people she knew had lost everything when they lost him. He knew that she knew that. But he felt guilty, piling everything on her. She didn't deserve any of it.

But she put up with it, with him. He didn't know why. She had every chance to just leave, but she didn't. She stayed by his side, even when he didn't want her to. But she knew, she knew that he needed her by his side.

But in the past week, things have been very tough on her, to the point where she lashed out at him. Only him though, no one else. Maybe she knew that he wouldn't leave her, no matter how bad his mental state was. He wouldn't leave without a fight.

But isn't that all you're doing?

It had to stop; he had to stop putting everything on her. No matter how much she was willing to take, he had to stop.

But it had been hard on her. She thought she could, but she couldn't take anymore. He could tell how much he had hurt her, in her eyes, it was plain to see.

The fight this time? She accused him that he didn't trust her instinct. Which was a lie. He trusted her more than anyone else. Her instinct, even if that was a bit off, turned out to pay off in the end.

But he knew where the thought came from.

That day, that miserable day, they had a call for a B&E. Nothing too big. Until they arrived, that is.

"McNally, take the back. I'm going through the front," he instructed. Andy merely nodded, raised her gun, and rounded the back of the house. He breathed in for a second, counting to three, before kicking the door in. The loud clanging leading her to do the same to the back door. They both entered quickly and with stealth, making brief eye contact before examining the room.

It was empty. They waited a moment, only to be greeted by silence. Sam raised a hand, pointing in the direction on the kitchen. She followed his lead, leaving her partner to inspect upstairs. He climbed the stairs and turned right through the hall, silently. He could hear the muffled words of two people talking, but it was hushed. He couldn't call over his radio, it was make too much sound. He didn't know how to contact her.

"Shut up, just shut up before I shoot you," a shaky voice threatened, muffled by the thin wall. Sam stepped up to the door, pressing his shoulder up, silently listening to the situation.

"Please, take what you want, just don't hurt me, please," a young feminine voice begged, hitching and breaking. Another quick movement and a cut off scream, Sam pushed the door in, shoulder throbbing shortly after. He raised his gun, pointing it as the assailant.

"Put the gun down," he ordered, voice calm and smooth. The man holding the gun was young, maybe 19, 20. His red hair was scruffy, in total disarray. His green eyes were wild and shifting from Sam, to his gun, to the young lady. He stood about 5'9", his scrawny frame covered by a blue polo shirt and jeans. He was shifting from one foot to the other, trying to determine his next move.

"Sir, I said put the gun down," Sam repeated, eyes moving to look at the young girl. She was in rough shape, blood matting her blonde hair, a cut down the side of her face. Her blue eyes were wide and scared; her small body huddled in the corner.

The boy looked at Sam, visibly perking up at the sound of movement from the hall. Sam risked a turn to see, McNally coming into view. He nodded to her, not waiting for her response, before turning back to the gunman.

Sam slowly made his way into the room, careful not to stress out the kid. He stood in the back of the room, closest to the window. Outside, the other officers had pulled up, so McNally must've called for backup. He raised his hand to the window, telling them to stand back. His eyes connected with Andy's, who still remained in the doorway.

"Hey," she called out softly to the boy, who turned and looked at her, "what's your name?" She stayed quiet, her voice low as she talked to him.

"Mason," he answered voice shaky. Andy nodded, taking a step towards him. "Don't move," he exclaimed, his behavior becoming escalated. Andy gave Sam a hard look when he raised his gun, preparing to shoot.

"Okay, okay, I'll stay back. Mason, my name is Officer McNally. You want to tell me what's going on?" she asked. He shook his head, and she knew she wasn't getting anywhere. The girl was shaking, now. Tears began streaming down her face, mixing with the dried blood. "Alright, fair enough. Do you know her name, Mason?"

"Alexandra."

"Okay, why are you doing this to her, Mason? Did she hurt you?" Andy's voice was calm, yet curious and caring. Mason turned to Alexandra, holding the gun to her. Andy automatically raised her own.

"She ruined everything. She ruined my life," he yelled, the hand holding the gun shaking violently. And nodded, gave Sam a look, telling him to move closer.

"What did she do, Mason? I can't help you if you don't help me," she explained, gun still raised. Mason's face grew red, his whole arm shaking as he threw his body to point the gun at Andy.

"Don't give me that bullshit, you won't help me! It's all over for me. An eye for an eye, she ruined my life, I'm taking hers!" he yelled, putting both hands on the gun to steady it.

"You're ruining your own life right now, okay? You're taking your own life by pointing your gun at a police officer. You pull that trigger, my partner here is pulling his, into the back of your head, okay? Lower your weapon, Mason." She tried to remain calm, but Sam could see the fear striking her.

"Don't tell me what to do!" he yelled, hand squeezing the trigger. Alexandra screamed as three shots rang out, Mason's body falling to the ground, blood making a puddle around his head and abdomen. Alexandra shuffled over to the corner of the room and huddled herself again.

Sam lifted his head, noticing Mason wasn't the only fallen one.

Andy.

She lay there, in the doorway, gasping for air. Sam leaped over Mason's body, falling to his knees beside his partner.

"Andy, Andy, talk to me," he instructed, hand moving under her vest. He sighed in relief when he realized it didn't go through her vest. He cupped her face in his hands, brushing hair out of her face, holding her down while she gasped for air.

He heard the other officers make their way up the stairs, intrigued by the gun shots. Oliver knelt down beside him, calling for another ambulance in a frantic call. Sam undid her vest, pulling it away from her chest as he heard them pronounce Mason still alive. Because she was in the way of necessary EMTs, trying to get in the room, Sam scooped her up gently, moving her further into the hall, by another room.

The paramedics worked on Mason, taking him out in a stretcher. Andy had gained her sense; still trying to get oxygen, but easier now that she wasn't being constricted by her vest. Her hand fumbled around until she could grasp Sam's hand, holding on tight. Sam leant down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering gentle words to her.

That's what their fight was about. She thought he didn't trust her judgment because he yelled at her for not shooting quicker. In reality, he knew she did the right thing, and the kid was alive because of it. But she could've been killed, and she was the last person he was willing to lose.

This is not what I intended

I always swore to you I'd never fall apart

He feels horrible about it. He was supposed to be the rock in the relationship, shielding her from heartbreak and pain. He wasn't supposed to be the one to break down and cry. But here he was, sitting in the muddy grass, hunched over, hot tears mixing with the cold rain that hit hard, falling from the sky.

He leans forward, head resting on the headstone, marking his friend's grave. "I'm sorry," he said, "for not trusting your theory. If I had just gone with you, you'd be alive, still. And you'd be happy, having a family again. And now." Sam swallowed and coughed, trying to clear his throat, which had became very tight. "Now you're dead, and I'm taking all my anger out on the one girl I had ever loved. If you were here, you'd tell me what to do. I miss you, brother. I didn't back you up. I always back my brothers up no matter what, and that one time where I couldn't, it came up. And you died. I got you killed."

Sam's shoulders began to shake, half from the cold, half from breaking down. He was glad he was alone, in the dark, in the rain. In the rain where his tears mixed with the drops so no one could tell.

You always thought that I was stronger

I may have failed but I have loved you from the start

He jumped, slightly, when he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. But already knowing who it was, he sunk into her touch, welcomed her. She knew exactly where he'd be, it's where he always ran to since they began fighting.

"Sam," she called quietly, "it's time to come home." Sam looked up at her with red, bloodshot eyes. Her hair was soaked and clung to her face, her clothes slinging to her body as well. He knew he was in the same shape, if not worse.

"Andy," he pleaded, "Just a few more minutes." She nodded, sitting cross-legged, like him, and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

They sat like that for what seemed like forever and a minute all in one, but had only been half an hour. Andy didn't move as she let Sam cry, letting him be vulnerable and grieve. Tears fell from her own eyes, but the rain concealed it. She hated seeing him hurt so much.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "for today. I should've shot." The drive to the graveyard had given her time to think, which she needed to realize that she was wrong. Sam turned and looked at her, bringing a hand to cup her jaw. He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. It was barely a kiss, more so reassurance that she was alive and okay.

"I just don't ever want to lose you, Andy." His eyes were large and the brown practically melting as if it were chocolate. Tears were brimming and spilling over, hot and fast down his cheeks.

"I love you." Andy said, bringing him closer and pressing their lips together in a kiss that promised what she couldn't say in words.

"I love you, too, McNally," he confessed, backing away. "Can we go home, now?" She nodded, standing up and giving him a hand to grasp.

The drive back was silent, except for Sam's teeth chattering every now and then. Once they made it inside her apartment, she had ordered him to get undressed, handing him a towel and telling him to start a bath. He did so without a word, waiting for her in the hot water. Andy entered the bathroom, and lowered herself into the tub, between his legs.

Their cold bodies warmed up, with the help of water and each other. Sam's hand lazily drew patterns over Andy's wet skin, silence still overtaken them. Andy shivered, suddenly, and he circled his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. They laid there, in total utter silence, until Sam decided to break it.

"You know, I just don't want to lose you, right?" he asked, pulling her tighter and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah," she answered, "I can't even start to think how hard it's been on you, and her. I guess I just overlooked it today, saw it as you being overprotective."

"I was being overprotective, Andy, I wasn't willing to lose you." She smiled at his admission, knowing he was laying out his whole soul in front of her.

"I can't promise something won't happen. But I promise to try my hardest to prevent it."

"Good, and McNally?"

"Yes?"

"Let's go to bed, the water's getting cold." Andy chuckled before lifting herself out of the water, getting a fluffy towel. She disappeared in the bedroom, waiting for his return. He found her lying on her side of the bed in one of his T-shirts, waiting. He crawled in after her, waiting for her to roll over. Which she did, and rested her head on his chest, one of his arms protectively slung around her waist.

Oh, so hold your breath

Because tonight could be the night that I will fall for you

Over again

Don't make me change my mind

I won't live to see another day

I swear, it's true

Because I girl like you is impossible to find

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There, chapter 3, done. And here's a random thought, I know I'm not the only one who thinks Sam was in foster care/adopted. There's a fanfic about it. Which is wonderful by the way, one of my favourites out there.

Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed, and reviews are welcomed.