Yay, chapter 2. This one isn't to happy either, but it gets better later. Well, not too much better for a while, but it will be.

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Chapter 2

Dov had been waiting outside for McNally for at least ten minutes now. He was having trouble sitting still as he became more and more anxious. He had walked around the lot and moved closer to the door. He was contemplating the idea of going in when he felt his phone vibrating. Digging it out of the pocket on his pant leg he flipped it open quickly. Reading the text, Dov's eyes scrunched in confusion. It was a text from Andy, but t it didn't make any sense. All it said was He. Dov didn't understand, he thought out loud, "He who?" His thoughts were interrupted by his phone vibrating again.

Sam had just arrived back at the station after the John Sweep. Peck and Diaz had done well, but Sam's thoughts strayed to McNally. She had told him that she was ready and she had obviously believed she was, so why had she freaked? Swarek sighed, he figured there was a completely valid reason for her failure. He debated whether he should ask her. He thought it might have to do with a past experience. After thinking about it a little longer he decided she wouldn't tell him anyway so there was no point in asking. All of the sudden, he received a text from McNally. Jerry had told him that she was out with Dov, so he was guessing she had a question for him. Sighing, he opening the text, "He," he questioned as he read it. "What the fuck, McNally," he wondered out loud. A confused look on his face, Swarek called McNally hoping she would explain it to him. As soon as he lifted his phone to his ear he heard Andy's voicemail. Sam looked at his phone, bewildered. Who texts someone a cryptic message and then turns off their phone? Slightly worried he decided to call Dov.

A minute later the rookie answered, "Epstein."

"Epstein, it's Swarek," Sam replied. "You're with McNally right?"

"Sort if," Dov responded.

"What do you mean sort of?" Sam questioned.

"Well, our informant, Sadie, went inside the building. Then a car pulled up, so Andy went inside the building after Sadie because she's not in uniform. She said she'd call me, but all I got was a text. I was about to go in when you called. Why?" Epstein answered.

"I got a text too. How long as she been in there?" Swarek inquired, annoyed and worried.

"Probably around ten minutes," Epstein stated.

"Wait around five more minutes then I want you to go in and look for her. I'm going to come, just in case. Where are you?" Sam finished.

Sam moved toward his cruiser as Dov gave him the address. He was worried about McNally. They were investigating a report of illegal weapons, so the people would probably be armed and she was alone and unarmed. Epstein was still outside, but if she hadn't been able to call and only sent part of a message, then something bad must have happened. He didn't want anything bad to happen to anyone, especially not her. Sure, he was annoyed that she was with Callaghan, but he knew that they would never have anything and he had accepted it. That being said, he still enjoyed her company and was beginning to think of her as a friend. She was a good cop, but still a rookie and made mistakes. Two rookies should never have gone out to investigate a illegal weapons claim alone, especially with one out of uniform. Swarek turned on the siren and sped toward the location.

Five minutes later, Dov moved toward the door and, drawing his weapon, entered the building. Stacks of car parts surrounded him and he moved down a corridor on the left hand side. He walked cautiously down the hall, looking for any sign of activity. He heard a noise a little ways ahead. Quickening his pace, Dov moved toward the lone door. He listened for a second before busting the door down and entering, gun first, and declaring, "Police. You're under arrest for possession of unregistered firearms." Forgetting about Andy, Epstein moved toward the two men and instructed them to get on the wall. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a lawyer. If you cannot afford one then one will be appointed to you. Do you understand?" Dov followed procedure as he reached for the handcuffs.

Both of the men muttered replies of consent and Dov locked the handcuffs into place. He then began to lead both men out of the building. Reaching the cruiser he put both of them in the back and locked the vehicle. He smiled at his success for a minute before remembering that Andy was still M.I.A.

He was heading back to the building as another cruiser pulled up. Swarek stepped out and approached Epstein. "You haven't gone in yet," Swarek berated the rookie.

"I just came out with two men moving illegal weapons," Dov explained.

"What about McNally and your informant?" Swarek questioned, annoyed at the incompetence of the other officer.

"I was about to go back in, sir," Dov replied, shifting nervously.

"Well, let's go," Swarek instructed, drawing his own weapon and opening the door. He moved silently through the building. He spotted a open area ahead and raised his gun as he heard whimpering and grunts.

Andy could hardly think. The pain was excruciating. Finally, Dean stopped. He untied her legs and arms from the chair before sadistically whispering, "I might as well get what I wanted out of you."

Andy couldn't comprehend through the pain, but as Dean pulled her out of the chair and threw her onto the longer car seat that acted as a couch, she began to understand what he had said. As she hit the couch she felt the car part that had been left there hit her head. The world spun, but she was able to stay conscious. She tried to fight, but found that she was too weak and in too much pain. He reached down and she felt him pushing her skirt up before hearing his zipper. Andy was glad that the pain blocked out what was happening and even more grateful that she blacked out part way through. What she did feel was wrong, she knew that much. She didn't want him there and he had no right to be doing this to her. She kept thinking about how she was a cop and she as supposed to protect people from this. If she couldn't even protect herself, then what was she. She cried as he finished and emptied into her.

Her head throbbed and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stay awake much longer. Everything hurt. It hurt to breath, it hurt to move, it hurt to think. Andy was having trouble remembering why she needed to fight the darkness that was encroaching, and submitted to it. Just before she lost all thought, she repeated the one thought she could form over and over: Help will come.

Sam moved into the open area and saw a man standing over a bloody McNally. She was gagged and obviously unconscious. He ran toward the man yelling, "Police."

The man spun quickly and Sam saw the gun in his hand. If was loaded, safety off, but he continued anyway. His friend, his partner, was inches from death. The man pulled the trigger and Sam felt the bullet slam into his chest. The vest stopped it from doing any critical damage, but the impact still hurt like hell and Sam grunted as the air left his lungs. Moments later he had the man on the ground and was forcing him into handcuffs. As soon as the lock clicked he moved to McNally.

He spoke into his radio as he approached her, "Dispatch, need EMS at 1745 Eastern. Officer down."

"Hey, McNally, talk to me," he said, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her gently. Her eyelids fluttered and he could see her eyes roll around, opening, but not focusing on anything. He felt her trying to struggle when he put his hands on her shoulders. Quickly, he removed them. "Andy," he said softly. He watched as her eyes focused slowly. "You're going to be okay. Just let me help you," he tried soothing her, and held his hands up as he spoke. He looked intently at her face and released a breath he didn't notice he had bee holding when she seemed to nodd her head slightly.

Just then Epstein ran into the room, "Oh my god."

"Help her," Swarek shouted, pointing to Sadie before returning his attention to McNally.

Sam pulled the gag from her mouth and tried to access the situation quickly. Her breathing was raspy, and the major problem seemed to be the amount of blood she had lost. He pulled the small first aid kit from his pants and started to wrap the worst of her wounds. He focused on the deep knife injuries and anything else he could easily wrap. He applied pressure and soon his hands were covered in her blood.

Sam had stopped all the external bleeding he could and finally allowed himself to really look at her. He watched her eyes closely. She still looked terrified and her eyes would dart around the room every couple seconds before she let them close and flutter open. Sam moved so that he would be able to look her in the eyes better and saw that she flinched and her eyes grew wider when he moved closer. "McNally, can you look at me?" Sam asked.

Andy heard the familiar voice, but still was afraid. She didn't understand what he was saying. She saw his mouth move and heard the noise, but the pain was too much and she couldn't block it out.

Andy never met Sam's eyes and slowly her eyes began to close. Sam spun around when he heard a noise behind him. The EMTs had arrived and were running toward him, gurney between them. "Officer, please stand back," one of the men said. Sam stood and took a step away from Andy. One of the EMTs approached him and began asking him questions. He answered what he could in a daze. He didn't want to think about the fact that she might die. A rookie from 15th that he had been assigned to was being rolled away. A rookie he cared about and respected. Sam followed the EMTs until they got to the ambulance and then he watched as they sped away.

Epstein had watched Sam trying to help Andy in horror. She looked terrible and he was terrified that it was all his fault that she might die. He should never have let her go in alone. He should have gone in sooner. He shouldn't have gotten distracted by the men dealing the illegal weapons. She didn't deserve this. She was a great cop and was definitely not supposed to die.

He had untied Sadie and escorted her outside where other officers were now arriving. He had handed her off to another cop before going back in time to see Andy being lifted into the ambulance as Sam watched, unblinking.

Dov approached the older officer. "Sir," he spoke quietly.

Sam held up his hand, "Don't say anything."

Dov nodded and stood awkwardly next to the other officer, unsure of what he was supposed to be doing and wanting to make sure Andy was alright. He chased after Sam when he stated to walk toward his cruiser. Sam got in and motioned for Dov to sit in next to him.

Minutes later, Sam shook his head and murmured, "You stay with your partner, always. You back them up."

Dov hung his head in shame and an all encompassing guilt that Andy's life was hanging by a thread beccause of him.

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