A/N: Sorry this took kinda long! I feel like I update a lot slower than everyone else on this fandom, but I'm pretty sure it's going to slow down even more. :*( I just got the monster of all monster PR projects for one of my writing classes, and I have no clue how often I'll have time to post. :*( I'll do my best, though.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Rookie Blue.
Chapter 2: Day 9
Sam was making himself a BLT in his kitchen the next morning when his phone vibrated against the counter. He put the mayonnaise back in the refrigerator door and reached for his phone, pushing the OK button to accept the text. He didn't bother to check to see who it was from.
Brother, PLEASEEEE check ur youtube account for a new video.
Oliver. Sam smirked as he typed back his answer. Why?
The reply came back only a second later. Sam could imagine the groan and eye-roll that must have accompanied the text. Your rookie is driving me crazy!
He smirked. Oliver had always tried to get Sam to deal with Andy. Sam had always been protective of her, and Oliver didn't want to run the risk of doing anything to make Sam angry. Sam knew that, but he also found it amusing.
… Wait, Andy? What did Andy have to do with—
No. She couldn't have.
She must have.
He half-tripped over one of the barstools in his haste to reach his laptop, and he actually did trip over the corner of his bed, sprawling onto the mattress as his head thudded into the headboard. He grabbed the back of his head and groaned, scooting himself over to his laptop, setting on his nightstand. He turned his computer on, and while he waited for it to boot up, he texted Oliver back. You better not be pulling a fast one.
He quickly typed in his password and pulled up the internet as soon as his computer would let him, maneuvering his way to YouTUBE's site. When he logged in, he discovered just what he had hoped to find—a new video set to private.
Sam clicked to play the video, holding his computer on his lap reverently. A second later, Andy appeared on his screen. She looked like an angel sitting there, wearing a soft blue blouse, her rich dark hair cascading around her face.
Then she began to talk, and the whole illusion disappeared.
"Sam!" she hissed, her eyes flashing. "What do you think you're doing? I know you must take pleasure in torturing me, but this is not funny…"
He burst out laughing. She might not think it was funny, but she was so incredibly cute when she got riled up.
On the screen, she sighed in resignation and rubbed her eye sleepily. "Sam," she groaned, and all of a sudden she looked so vulnerable and way too adorable. All he wanted to do was wrap her up in his arms and hold onto her forever. To protect her. To never have to leave her side again. Gah, he missed her.
"I miss you," she whispered, echoing his own thoughts, and her soft-spoken words were like salve to his heart. If she missed him a fraction of the amount that he missed her, then maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay. She stared right into the camera, and her gaze pierced him. "Your plan better get better in time, because right now, it stinks."
The silence settled between them comfortably, and then, Andy's lips twitched in amusement before a small smile inched up her face, and then she broke into full-out laughter. She covered her mouth with her hand when she couldn't stop laughing. "Remember that one time last spring? You kept complaining, on and on and on and on—and, my goodness, I hope you know, I almost shot you that day—about the pollen and all the racket the birds were making and who cared about the dumb daffodils anyway… and then we got that call about the fight in that college bar, and you got stuck between that girl with—I could have sworn her nails were an inch long!—and that hot-shot jock." Another fit of giggles overtook her, and she covered her mouth with her hand in attempt to stifle them. "They must not have gotten the memo that today was stay-away-from-Sam day, but I think they figured it out when you singlehandedly took them both down in the matter of about two seconds."
She was quiet for a moment, almost thoughtful, and he wondered if she was thinking about what he had looked like that day as they had walked out of the bar, scratches all over his face and arms, a lovely bruise forming on the left side of his jaw, one of his sleeves ripped halfway off his shoulder. He still wasn't sure how two college kids had done so much damage.
She smirked again and said, "You looked so pitiful, but I didn't want to say anything. I was pretty sure you would rip my head off, too." She giggled again, thinking about what was coming up in the story. "After we dropped them off at the station, we stopped for coffee at that little shop a few blocks away. I think you felt bad for making me deal with your surly mood all day, so you insisted that I find us a table, and that you'd buy the coffee. I didn't protest, but I think by the time we left that place you wished I would have! That little old lady came up to you after you paid for our coffees, and she kept going on and on about how brave you must be to serve and protect like you do, and how you must be the best cop in the city, and how your family must be soooooo proud of you.
"The whole time, I was watching you. I'm pretty sure you had figured at least two dozen ways to silence her by that point, and you had the worst polite grin I have ever seen plastered across your face. You looked more constipated than polite. And then she asked for your autograph, and I thought you were going to scream! You politely refused, but she wouldn't take it. She kept shoving the little notebook in your face, waving that fountain pen under your nose, and then she started talking louder, proclaiming to the whole coffee shop that it was your duty to appreciate the affection of the citizens you protect, and how dare you not accept this kind gesture from the depth of her heart! You got all red in the face, trying to keep it all in, and it was all I could do to keep from rolling on the ground. I grabbed the coffee from the barista and dragged you out the door, and the woman followed the whole way. 'Your superior will be hearing from me about this, young man! You are a servant, sir! A public servant! How dare you walk away from me! Sir! I am talking to you! Hellllllllllllooooooooooooo!"
By this time, Andy was laughing so hard she couldn't finish what she was saying in that annoyingly nasally grandma-voice that she had pretty much perfected. All of a sudden, he heard a snort coming from somewhere in the video, and he burst out laughing when McNally's eyes went wide and she blushed furiously, covering as much of her face as she could with her two hands.
Okay, so that was the most adorable sound he had ever heard leaving her mouth.
Andy finally took a deep breath and peaked out from between her fingers. "So yeah… All that was to say I miss you. Like crazy. My life is so boring without you in it. I went to Leo's birthday party today, and all I could think about was how much I wished you were there with me. Leo was bouncing off the walls, and so excited that I was there, and everybody from the precinct was there… except for you. Have I told you yet how much this suspension is killing me?"
She glanced back at the clock behind her and stifled another yawn. "Sam, I'm gonna go. Leo had me running all over the place, and I'm really tired. I miss you like crazy." She offered him a pouty face that made him grin.
He thought the video was about to click off, and then she said, "Oh! Yeah! I have a plan. A thingy for you, like you've been doing for me. Look for it in a couple days, 'kay? I don't know how long it'll take me to get it figured out. 'Kay, that's all. Miss you!"
And then she was gone.
Suddenly, he knew exactly how she felt. And she was right. This plan stunk. Just seeing her face, seeing her laugh, hearing her voice… it made him ache for her all the more, and he had no clue how he was going to last another two weeks and five days without her.
He sighed, reached for his cell phone, let his head fall back against the pile of pillows, and he typed his reply to Oliver.
I officially hate you.
He stood up and shoved his phone into the back pocket of his jeans. His sandwich was still waiting for him, and Judge Judy, probably, too. He thought back to Andy's promise of a surprise to come, and a smile lifted the corner of his lips. At least he had something to look forward to.
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