"Taking off your clothes," Sam said. Andy simply sat there, not resisting him removing her sopping wet garments.
"Do you know how you got here?" Sam asked.
"I was about to get in the shower," Andy said and pointed to her shampoo and conditioner lying on the locker room bench.
"And then?" Sam asked.
"All of a sudden, I just felt really nauseous, so I just kinda sat down where I was standing, which was in the shower. I guess I had already started the water when I hurled and then curled up in the corner." Andy explained.
"Hurl?" Sam asked.
"Right under your shoe," Andy answered. Sam had been so focused on Andy that he hadn't noticed the slimy green bile splattered in the shower.
"Agh, McNally." Sam mumbled and stood up. He began to leave the room when Andy shouted, "Bucket!" and then released even more vomit in the shower stall. Sam grabbed a trashcan and shoved it into Andy's arms, ensuring that she wouldn't get any more vomit on the ground.
"Where're you goin'?" Andy asked weakly.
"To get a mop so I can clean up your puke," Sam spoke.
"Just rinse it down the drain," Andy suggested.
"It's chunky, I can't." Sam bluntly spoke.
"Oh," Andy said, then closed her eyes. Sam walked to the clean- up room and grabbed a mop. He walked back in and Andy was still on the ground. Sam dropped the mop on the ground and went to grab Andy.
"You gotta clean up," Sam stated. He grabbed her wrists, hoisted her up, and helped her into a different shower stall. Sam turned on the cold water to make her wake up and left the stall.
"Stay," Andy grabbed his wrist, almost tripping in the process.
"What?" Sam asked.
"S-stay," Andy stammered weakly.
"I gotta clean up your puke, McNally," Sam started to leave.
"Okay," Andy leaned against the wall again. Sam grabbed the mop and Andy just stood in the stream of the water, shivering. When Sam had finished disposing of Andy's upchuck, he almost left, but remembered McNally was still in the shower. He grabbed her shampoo and conditioner and walked to the stall.
"Here," Sam shoved the bottles through the curtain gap, handing them off to Andy.
"Thanks," Andy mumbled and opened the bottles. As she lathered up, Sam just sat outside the locker room, not knowing if he should leave or stay. As he was thinking about his options, the water shut off. Andy's hand shot out of the curtain, reaching for a towel. Sam grabbed one from her locker and put it in her hand. A moment later, a refreshed McNally stepped out of the stall.
"You good?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Andy wouldn't look at him.
"Charlie told me a lot about your childhood, if you want to go and talk to her," Sam suggested.
"I'd rather you tell me," Andy said.
"Fine. She was saying things about you two having the same mom, Claire, and her sleeping with Tommy to have you and then sleeping with another man to have her," Sam explained.
"And," Andy wanted to hear this.
"And Tommy making her leave after the infidelity, and you stayed with him because she couldn't handle you and Charlie on the way. Then Claire told Tommy she was pregnant, Tommy took pity on her and asked her to come back. She did, had Charlie, then you were all a relatively happy family for a while. Then Tommy started drinking, and Claire took Charlie away. You stayed because she thought you were old enough to choose the right parent, but you chose Tommy because you wanted to change his drinking habits. You always saw the best in him, and Claire wanted no part in what was going on in your life because you chose him instead of her." Sam finished explaining.
"Yeah, that sounds about right, the stuff I can remember anyways. The rest fits the storyline my dad gave me a while back. I just don't know why Claire left me and now she's back." Andy wondered.
"She always wanted to be better than you. She saw that you could always bring out the best in people, and she knew she couldn't do that like you. So she begged DFACS to take her as a social worker because she wanted to help people better than you could as a police officer," Sam continued. He had moved to the other half of the bench, now holding Andy from behind.
"Sam, why are you doing this?" She turned around to look at him.
"What?" Sam asked, innocently.
"You left me, and now you're being nice,"
"What do you mean?" Sam asked. Andy turned around to look at Sam.
"You left me in a parking lot. You dumped me on my ass in a parking lot, Sam. You broke my heart and left me alone to pick up the fucking pieces," Andy started to raise her voice.
"You, ignoring me this whole time, makes me feel worse," Sam started.
"No. No, stop. You don't get to feel worse. You dumped me." Andy stated.
"I know," Sam spoke.
"Then there's nothing else to say," Andy finished and got out of Sam's arms. She got up and walked to her locker to grab some clothes. Andy took off her towel with Sam still looking at her.
"You don't get to stare anymore. There's nothing for you to look at," Andy snapped. She continued to put on her clothes, starting with her matching lace underwear and bra. She pulled a t-shirt and jeans on over her undergarments, then hung up her towels. Andy slipped on her tennis shoes, grabbed her bag, and walked to her desk. Sam followed her and sat in her desk before she could.
"Move," Andy firmly spoke. Sam didn't move, so Andy just left her bag at her desk, picked up her cell phone from the center drawer and walked to the interrogation room she knew Charlie would be in. Andy opened the door and saw no one. She checked the others, finding detectives getting confessions, but no Charlie. She left the hallway and found Sam.
"What kind of magic act are you pulling?" Andy bluntly asked.
"What are you talking about, McNally?" Sam asked.
