Thank you to anyone who has read or reviewed, I appreciate every one of you. This chapter is a little different, so I hope you still like it. I do not own Rookie Blue, but I wish I owned my very own Sam Swarek.
Chris hit the gas while Andy radioed dispatch. "This is 1509, we're in pursuit of Connor Dunn. The suspect is driving a silver Civic east on Queen St. E heading towards River. He is armed."
The suspect pulled a U-Turn suddenly, just past River St. He crashed into the bumper of a car in the right lane, but quickly escaped through the passenger seat, running towards an abandoned building. A surprised driver didn't quite hit the brakes fast enough behind Dunn, and crashed into his bumper, causing yet another driver to crash behind him.
Chris drove past the building and when traffic was a little lighter (not wanting to cause another pile-up) pulled a U-Turn and parked behind the last car. Both Chris and Andy undid their seat belts. Andy opened her door, and then turned back to Chris for a moment.
"Call for back-up, then deal with this," she said, gesturing to the mess in front of them. "I'll deal with Dunn."
Andy jumped out of the squad car.
"But, Andy, you can't go in there-" started Chris, but Andy slammed the door and started to run towards the building. "Alone," he said to an empty car.
Andy ran as fast as she could towards the building. She swung the door open with such a strong force that it banged into the wall.
"Stop, police!" she cried, seeing a figure at the end of the small building.
The suspect seemed to be dragging something out from behind a couple of stacked boxes. Andy kept her gun steady.
Back out front, Chris had called for back-up, but was still having a mental debate whether or not to follow Andy in. There was a knock on the window of the cruiser and Chris looked up to see a short, very angry looking, elderly lady peering back at him. Chris sighed and got out of the car, plastering his best smile on his face.
"Officer... Officer you need to arrest that man!" she said, gesturing in the direction of the crash.
Chris nodded. "Officer McNally is in pursuit of him as we speak," he told her. "Don't worry, he won't go unpunished."
"No, I mean him!" she said more vehemently, pointing to the car in front of hers. "He's a menace to the neighbourhood, always speeding!"
A man in his early twenties stuck his head out of the car. "Don't listen to her, she's a friggin' nutter!"
"I think your mouth needs a good scrubbing!" the elderly woman yelled back.
Chris made his way to the man in the car. "Sir, are you okay?" he asked. "Are you injured?"
"I think the air bag did most of the damage," said the man, who tried to adjust his posture and winced.
"It's best if you don't move right now," Chris told him. "The medics are on their way, they'll get you out safely."
The man nodded. "Thank you, officer," he said.
"Then will you arrest him?" asked the old woman.
Chris pursed his lips and turned around. "If you'll just let me do my job-"
"Job? Your job is to arrest people!"
Chris was about to respond when he heard sirens. It was Sam and Dov. "Thank goodness," thought Chris.
Sam got out of the squad car first and jogged over. "What happened?" he asked. "Where's McNally?"
"She went after Dunn," said Chris pointing to the building.
"And you let her go in there by herself?" asked Sam, raising his eyebrows.
"She didn't really give me another option!" Chris said defensively, already irritated.
Sam rolled his eyes, thinking about how typical of Andy that was. He turned to Dov. "Epstein, you section off the area and direct traffic away from this lane. Diaz, you start taking statements."
"Yes, sir," Dov and Chris said in unison, to Sam's back, since he was already heading over to the building.
"Don't come any closer!" cried Dunn, his gun pointed at Andy.
"I'm not coming closer," said Andy. "I'm staying right here."
Andy glanced at Dunn's feet and saw a hand coming out from behind the stack of boxes. Andy's gaze quickly shot back up to Dunn, who's hand had become incredibly shaky. His lip quivered slightly.
"I didn't do it!" he said, his air of confidence lost. "I just couldn't leave her like this!"
"I believe you," said Andy, soothingly. "If you'll just put down your gun, I'll help you sort this out."
Dunn dropped his arm slightly, pointing the gun towards the floor. The front door smashed open and Sam came in, gun drawn. He made it to where Andy was standing quickly. Dunn raised his gun immediately, his finger moving to the trigger. Sam tackled Andy to the ground, just in time as two shots echoed through the building. Dunn rushed out the back door. Sam got off of Andy, and pulled her to her feet.
"You okay?" asked Sam.
"Yeah," said Andy. "I'm okay."
Sam nodded once he was sure she was uninjured, and ran to the door. He swung it open. When he looked out, he saw Shaw tackling the suspect.
"Shaw's got him," Sam told Andy. "He must have gotten here just after me and Epstein."
Andy moved over to the boxes where Dunn had been standing. There was a girl lying face down and she had obviously been dead for a while. Andy wondered who this girl was to Dunn, and why he had risked being caught for her. She must have meant a lot to him.
"Let's go back out front," said Sam. "Shift's almost over and the D's will take care of this."
Andy nodded and started to head for the door. Sam saw something in the corner of his eye that made him stop for a moment. It was a small Kelly doll near the victim's feet, with short blue hair. That could not be a coincidence. He quickly knelt down, picked up the doll and turned it over. On the right foot were the initials "SS".
"Everything okay, Sam?" called Andy.
"Yes, everything's fine!" he called back, slipping the doll into his pocket. He stood up and walked over to her. "I just wanted to make sure."
Andy frowned but nodded and led him out of the building.
