A/N; This fic will only contain certain moments from the series, in my own way, up until a certain point, but if you're familiar with how I write, you'll know I write outside the box. I don't intend on re-writing the show, but rather intend on adding my own spice, while we patiently await Season 4.
A/N 2: It will also be AU & OOC, so if you don't like that kind of thing, don't read it.
As always, thanks for the awesome reviews & huge response! As well as the awesome support my readers have given me this week! You guys are the best!
Thanks as always to the regulars & Kelly2727, you guys make it worth writing!
The Past-
Chapter 1- In the beginning
New rookies were always a pain in the ass, year after year of complete idiots attempting to make the streets more unsafe by joining the academy, getting a gun and badge and going out on patrol.
There were exceptions along the way, rookies that survived the academy and earned their place in the ranks of divisions scattered around Toronto, earned their gun and badge, but somehow he wasn't sure that she was going to be one of those rookies.
But then again, she had brought him to his knees when Oliver managed to let her slip out from under his eyesight, her first day on the job.
She was persistent and relentless in her pursuit, her voice strong and certain as it called out to him to stop.
But he could smell the rookie on her, the inexperience. Besides the fact that her long sleeve shirt gave away her rookie status.
When she sat over him, her knee correctly positioned in the middle of his back and tightened the cuffs, there was a brief moment where her skin seemed to set his on fire, leaving a trail of unfamiliar sensations all the way up his arm.
It was something he hadn't felt in a very long time, something he found himself unwillingly leaning into as the craving for more made him surrender and submit long enough to allow the fire to rage and spread over every inch of his skin.
It was there too when her hand pulled him by the arm to the squad car, his hair standing on end in a fit of goosebumps.
That was the beginning of the end, the first day they met.
He was shoved into the back of the squad car, and driven to Fifteen, Oliver's amused eyes dancing in the rear view mirror as he eyed him through the small piece of reflective glass, trying to keep his cover intact.
So far, so good, all the way to Fifteen, and through its doors his secret was kept just that, a secret.
Until one of his best friends let it slip that he was Undercover, and not actually the petty dealer he was posing as when she took him down.
He could see by the look on her face that in that instant she wished the world would open beneath her feet, and swallow her whole, but it was gone as soon as it appeared, only left to flicker through his memory.
After his initial explosion, mostly aimed at her, for having eight months of his life wasted by chasing a man he so desperately wanted to throw behind bars, to have it taken away by a pint sized brunette, he watched her with caution as she defied logic and retaliated with defiance, siting that a more experienced officer, such as a detective should know when to keep their mouth shut.
That intrigued him. Stupendously.
Very few people had the nerve or temperament to stand up to him, face him when he was wrapped up in a rage so furious, his eyes turned black. But she did, she stood up to him, defending herself when she knew she was right.
And she was.
He was wrong.
Watching her through Boyko's windows as he sat and listened to the course of actions now to be instated following the blown undercover operation, he couldn't help but notice the frightful look she had on her face as Oliver spoke to her while she sat doing a mountain of paperwork.
No doubt relating to his untimely return.
She seemed so determined minutes before when she faced him with self assurance, now...now she had the look of a fretful dear on her face.
"Swarek, did you hear a word I just said?". Boyko's voice drew his attention away from the window.
"Yeah Sir, I did. I just have nothing to say about it, because right now there is no other option".
Sam knew he was out of options right now, Guns and Gangs under investigation had ensured that no new positions would be filled until Internal Affairs had achieved their goal, so now there were two options- Extended leave of absence at home, or Patrol as a street cop in uniform.
Really great options.
"On the up side, you can take a TO position, for now, if the rookies hang around long enough". Boyko added, before looking through the windows out into the barn himself.
"This batch has a lot of potential, promising futures here, do not scare them off".
"Didn't say I was going to take the TO rotation Sir". Sam countered, not sure why he even said that.
"Swarek, I'm short on TO's, I need you to do this, I'll assign the one that lasts the longest to you permanently, as a partner until you can take a transfer to Guns and Gangs".
And who said bribery and corruption were only in cash forms in any police department?
"I want McNally". Sam said, turning to face Boyko with his arms crossing across his chest.
This was not a debatable topic.
"Sammy, I don't think that's a wise move, she just destroyed eight months of you getting closer to Hill, it's the longest any UC has survived working him".
"I want her Boyko, simple, or I'll take the patrol rotation without the TO status". Sam wasn't backing down, even though he had no idea why he was doing this, the worst possible career move in history, but his gut told him to, and he always followed his gut.
"Okay, six weeks. I will let you train her for six weeks, then I will review the situation, after that, there are no guarantees".
Sam nodded before leaving the room.
Making his way back to the locker room, Sam wasn't surprised to find Oliver waiting for him with an invitation for drinks at the Penny to relieve the tension that made itself know when it turned his face to its usual hard, stoic expression.
"She any good?". Sam asked walking up to Oliver who held the door open for him.
"One of the best this year, but she's got issues, and she's young and idealistic. But she has a whole lot of heart".
Drinks at the Penny was the usual welcome back routine, shots passed to Sam from Noelle, Jerry, Oliver and Frank, who all sat at their usual table in the far back corner, catching up.
The new rookies sat across the room, a blonde, a tall guy, a short guy, McNally, and another woman who seemed to be joined to her at the hip. Their bond was obviously built on strong ties, friendship extending past the ties that bound them through a badge.
Sam couldn't help but watch her, the carefree spirit she had drawing him in, pulling so hard he was contemplating giving up the fight against it.
"She's tough that one". Jerry said when he noticed Sam's eyes trailed on the rookies table.
"Yup, you should take lessons". Sam said turning his attention to fully focus on Jerry who held his hands up in surrender.
"It's a good batch this year, Diaz, the dark haired guy is by the book, but he's too withdrawn. Epstein, the nerd, is a computer wizz kid, should be in IT, but he's got some strong instincts. Nash, now she's got drive and um... Peck, is cold man, McNally is no where near anything like her old man, and she's got more passion than I've seen come through the door in a long time".
Jerry watched Sam stay focused on the table, his eyes moving as Jerry named each of the rookies.
"Hear you're going to TO with McNally". Jerry suddenly added as he took a long swig of his beer.
Sam nodded, his face turning to Oliver who tried subtly to look as though he was as innocent as a new born baby.
"Yup".
"Do you think that's a wise move? I mean she burned you".
"Nope Jerry, you burned me, and yeah I'm sure I can handle her, maybe not as well as you're handling Nash".
Jerry's face fell at Sam's mention of his indiscretions with Nash, of course he didn't try and hide the fact that they were seeing each other, he just chose not to mention it.
Relationships like that were taboo, frowned upon and in some instances they were banned fom existence.
Jerry was sure Nash had told McNally about it, and that Noelle and Oliver had figured it out, but no one made mention of it, except Sammy, who happened to notice it in the two hours he'd been back.
"It's different this time Sammy". Jerry mumbled, his gaze seeking Traci out.
Sam watched Jerry loose himself in the image of Nash. He was way beyond slamming breaks with this one.
What he wouldn't give to have the chance to feel that, feel so dependent on another living soul, that without them you would simply just cease to exist.
Those thoughts brought him back to McNally.
Ever since she had touched him, he had walked around touching every inanimate object to relive the sensation of feeling, something he hadn't felt in...forever.
Even now he was running his hand over the wooden edge of the table, hoping to find some sort of anything, which didn't happen.
Everything felt the same, felt like the wooden table.
Hard.
Dead.
Ever since he could remember, everything felt the same.
Human touch, furniture, even a paper cut rendered no sense of the stinging sensation he heard other people comment on.
Cold metal didn't feel cold, hot coffee didn't feel hot, although it did taste good. When made the right way.
Physical pain, that was just a myth.
And then she just had to go and cuff him, and suddenly his skin was on fire and his heart skipped a beat.
Her hands felt warm and soft, the texture of her skin making him want more when her hands pulled away.
The warmth of her touch, reminded him of his mothers hands, her touch so soft he would tell her she had hands like feathers.
The memories were pushed aside, an unrivaled anger rising that needed to be kept dormant.
That was all he ever felt, the rage and hatred directed to one man, a man that once again eluded him because of the determination of the doe eyed rookie who now sat staring at him.
*****okay, so let me know what you think in another one of those awesome thoughts you leave by using the little box underneath here - .͡▹
Have an awesome day!
Jelly Bean Jenna©