Ok so heres chapter 4. and like i said. i've already got everything planned out and now its just a matter of typing it all out.

i hope to get ya'll chapter 5 by tomorrow.

this chapter is a bit different from my usual style. I usually do the section of Andy's POV and the section of Sam's POV.

This time i did it all in Andy's POV. Hope you like it!

Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to me.

Bang! Bang!

Andy's heart stopped in her chest.

"Sam! Sam!" it was all she seemed to be able to choke out of her suddenly thick throat.

I tried desperately to look around Rocco to see who had fired the shot, and more importantly, if they had hit the intended target.

All I could see was a tangle of limbs on the floor. What I could make out was Sam positioned on top of one of them, the one with the buzz cut. The other one, with the tattoo was laying close-by.

He was lying on his stomach, not moving. I couldn't even tell if he was breathing or not.

And, oh God, there was blood on the ground. Whose blood I wasn't sure, but blood none the less. What if that blood was Sam's?

After all, there were two shots fired, and one professionally placed bullet could take down a man the size of tattoo dude.

And Sam was as professional as it got.

But still, the lingering uneasiness made my heart clench.

Please let Sam be okay, a voice said in my head. A panicked quite one.

Focus! Said another, much sterner than the first. And that was the voice I forced myself to listen to. Sam did not need a hysterical rookie to deal with on top of everything.

"I'm fine." A voice suddenly grunted out. My heart resumed its slightly erratic rhythm once I heard his voice.

He was okay. I said to myself. Of course he was wrestling with the struggling guard under him, but at least he was okay.

Now focus Andy. Show him you're a good cop.

"What about those shots?" I asked.

"Don't worry about those right now McNally. We have more pressing matters to address."

As if his words had just reminded me of where we were, I looked at the man I was currently holding a gun point.

He was grinning down at me, and though the man was old enough to be my father, the look was anything but paternal.

It Kinda hurt my ego to know that he wasn't afraid of me at all.

"Just a rookie, right Sam?" said Rocco, sounding slightly amused. "She cares quite a lot for someone who's just a rookie."

"He's my partner" I ground out before Sam could comment. "Of course I care if he's alive or not."

Fear was replaced by my growing anger towards this man, who was making all of this a whole lot worse by saying the stupidest things.

Obviously he was referring to something that concerned Sam specifically and it annoyed me that I didn't know what it was.

And not only was I pissed at the fact that I hate being the only one left out, the look that Rocco's words were putting on Sam's face, no matter how well he tries to hide it, was seriously ticking me off.

This guy needed a hobby. Oh wait. That's why we were here in the first place; he had a hobby that ran on the wrong side of the law.

A grunt and a curse brought me back from my thoughts.

I looked around Rocco to see that the two conscious men were now standing up, with Sam holding a hand to his jaw.

I was assuming that buzz cuts' latest attempt at a swing hit its mark.

The men were now circling like sharks, both of them paying no attention to the still unmoving guard on the ground. Their guns lay forgotten on the floor.

The poor old man, bless his heart, was still standing against the wall in shock looking as though he may pass out, or throw up. Or both.

"That's not it, sugar." Rocco's voice interrupted me. God I hate it when Idrift off like that, but I hated it when men, ones old enough to be my father none the less, called me sugar even more.

"It's more than that, I'm surprised you haven't noticed."

"Honestly, I am so not in the mood for your twisted mind games right now. I have no idea what you're talking about." My words were fuelled by the demon inside me begging to pull that trigger.

But I wasn't allowed. You only shoot if you are endangered by said person, and even if you do, it was supposed to be aimed at the legs.

The gun I was holding was most certainly not pointed at his legs.

My shot would kill him, the bullet ploughing straight through the heart. Death was supposed to be last resort, and there was nothing I could say right now to justify a death shot as a last resort.

But as I was contemplating all of this, Rocco spoke.

"Debating on whether or not you should shoot me?" he asked, and I cursed myself for being so easily read.

"No, I'm debating where to put the bullet." Where I managed to get the courage to say that, I have absolutely no idea. But I liked it.

Riding on it, I looked up and smiled at him.

"Oh really now?" I could see in his eyes how he didn't believe me.

I raised my chin, straightened my back and gripped my gun more firmly in my hand. "Yes"

"You should ask your partner," at my blank look he laughed.

"You should ask him about where to put a bullet in order to kill someone, he certainly knows how."

I heard a sharp intake of breath and I looked over Rocco's shoulder to see that Sam had managed to cuff the difficult guard and knock him unconscious.

He was now standing facing us. His face was unnaturally pale. I immediately wanted to go over there and comfort him, but I managed, just barely, to hold myself back.

So many different things were running through my mind. Had Sam killed someone that Rocco knew? Did he watch someone he knew get killed? Was it Rocco who killed them?

So many questions and no answers. It was beginning to bother me.

Rocco had turned to watch Sam as I was. But he was the one who held Sam's gaze. The two men were looking at each other, neither one speaking.

Realizing that my gun wasn't pressed to Rocco's chest anymore, I lowered it, and winced. I hadn't realized how sore my arm had gotten by holding it up for so long.

A small shuffling sound distracted me from my pain and sent a chill down my spine. I wasn't moving neither were Sam or Rocco, who didn't seem to notice the sound at all. Buzz cut was still unconscious and unmoving in my line of view. So it wasn't one of the four of us making that sound.

It most definitely wasn't the old man. So that left—

Before I could even finish the thought, I saw the man with the tattoo shuffle towards the still discarded gun on the floor.

I was so frozen with shock that I didn't, couldn't, say anything even as his hand curled around the weapon.

Sam and Rocco didn't seem to notice it either.

The tattooed guard lifted the gun, positioned it to aim at the back of Sam's head.

Horror lanced through me. I couldn't speak. I couldn't get air to pass through my lungs. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. I couldn't think.

Sam a voice echoed in my head. Don't let Sam get hurt. DO SOMETHING! The voice screamed at me.

And so I did.

Since I seemed to have lost my voice completely, I forced my legs to move.

And all of a sudden, everything seemed to move in supersonic speed.

My legs took me to Sam's side without me even registering the motion. Sam turned to me looking startled.

I was standing facing him, my back to the guard, gripping his arms when he decided to shoot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

My body jerked with each shot, but I remained standing. I was pretty sure he stopped shooting only because he ran out of bullets.

I looked up into Sam's face, trying to see past the hazy film that was starting to seep into my vision. But as hazy as it was, I registered his wide eyes and his gapping mouth.

I felt his hands tighten on my arm.

Everything was getting so quiet, a loud ringing was starting in my head.

I was still standing, which was surprising since I thought that I'd go down instantly.

I felt the dull impression of Sam's fingers digging into my flesh. I looked up into his face and wanted to tell him that I'd be fine. But it seemed like too many words to form with my tired mouth.

With and effort, I raised my hand and placed my palm on Sam's cheek. It felt like marble; hard and cold.

My thumb stroked his cheek.

"Sam." I whispered.

And then I collapsed.

So thats chapter 4 for you! Look forward to chapter 5 tomorrow

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