Since we're starting to get a bit more into how Luke is involved in this whole thing, I just have to mention….Even though I'm 100% pro McSwarek, I don't completely hate Luke (just hate him with Andy), but his part in this story just sort of wrote itself.

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Chapter 4

Sam paced back and forth alongside his truck and hit buttons on his phone for the fifth time in as many minutes. All he heard was ringing until her voicemail picked up again. You've reached Andy, leave a message! So, maybe he had been a little overprotective, and he probably shouldn't have said he wasn't going to let her do something, but that doesn't mean she should ignore his calls. Frustrated, and now freezing, he got in his truck and blasted the heat. He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his contacts to find the person he was looking for. Nash, please tell Andy to call me. I need to speak to her, he texted.

He drummed his hands on the steering wheel waiting for his phone to ring. He hoped he could convince her to see him so he could apologize and bring her back to his place tonight. His apartment felt empty when she wasn't there. Without speaking about it, they had fallen into a comfortable routine and when they left the station after shift, he had stopped asking if she wanted to come to his place. It was just natural for them to go home together, cook dinner and relax. He hated the thought of going home alone tonight.

When his phone beeped instead of ringing he frowned and read the message. She's not with me Sam. Sorry.

He dialed Traci's number, jumping out of his car and running back into the station as he waited for her to pick up. "What do you mean Andy's not with you?" he demanded when Traci answered.

"I left the station before her, I assumed she was going home with you like usual," she replied. "What's wrong?"

"Nash, we had a fight and she said she was staying with you tonight. But that was nearly an hour ago. Shit!" He saw Frank still in his office and while running up to it, he unintentionally hung up on Traci, who was left wondering what was going on.

Not bothering to knock, Sam burst into Frank's office. "McNally's missing!" He explained what little he knew about the situation and Frank got on the phone, calling everyone back to the station.

Less than an hour later, dozens of officers and detectives filled the parade room. Traci, Dov, Chris and Gail sat at the front of the room nervously fidgeting and wanting to get out on the streets looking for their friend.

Frank briefed everyone on what they knew. One of their own was missing and likely kidnapped by Santino. He summarized what they knew about the criminal and the route Andy would have taken if she had walked to Traci's, as Sam believed she did.

Sam was out of his seat and heading to his cruiser the moment after Frank finished. He ignored calls from his friends to wait up. He had to find her, he just had to. This is all my fault, he thought.

Traci, Gail, Dov and Chris were tasked with checking out two buildings it was believed Santino owned, while Jerry and Oliver headed out to talk to some informants that might know something.

Looking up as the door to the station opened, Frank saw a pregnant Noelle. "What are you doing here? The doctor wanted you to stay home this week so you didn't risk getting sick with this flu going around," he said, walking over to her.

"One of our own is missing. McNally is missing. And you expect me to stay home? Look, I can man the phones. It's easy and I'll avoid contact with anyone who is sick. And whoever is dealing with the phones now can go out on the streets looking for her," she stated, obviously refusing to debate the issue.

Not saying another word, he moved aside so she could make her way to the front desk.

Andy woke up feeling like she had been hit by a truck and quickly realized she couldn't move her hands. Blinking rapidly to try and focus her eyes, she shook her head trying to rid herself of the groggy feeling. She saw that her wrists and ankles were tied tightly to the chair she was sitting in, and when she went to lick her lips noticed there was duct tape over her mouth. And her back hurt like crazy. Then she remembered slipping on ice, and hitting her back and head. But how did I get here? she wondered. Wait, there was a man, no two men, and when I fell they put something over my mouth. Must've been chloroform to knock me out.

It was all flooding back to her now and she realized it must have been Santino's men who took her. For the first time since waking up, she looked around the room trying to figure out where she was. It was dark, but a small window on the wall behind her was letting in the moonlight. There was a table in the corner near the door and another chair against the far concrete wall. She guessed she was in some type of warehouse, but couldn't see anything outside to figure out where the building might be.

She struggled against the ties on her wrists but they wouldn't budge. Then she tried slipping her hand through, but the rope was too tight. She pushed and pulled with all the strength she had, trying to break the arms of the wooden chair, but that didn't work either. Ugh, I'm a cop, I should be able to figure a way out of here, she thought.

Andy hoped Sam wasn't still mad after their fight. I need him to find me, she thought as a tear rolled down her cheek. He's always there to save me, always there when it matters.

Outside the door of the room where Andy sat tied up, Santino sat with Marco, James and two other men discussing what to do with her.

"We need her alive…for now. But we need to give Swarek an incentive. Remember, she's the bread crumbs leading him to us," Santino said. He looked over to James before continuing, "She's all yours, a reward for your good work of late."

James' mouth widened into an evil grin as he left the table and entered the next room. "Hello Officer McNally."

He walked over and slapped her hard across the left side of her face causing her to bite her lip and she could taste blood. Not expecting to be hit without provoking him first, she was truly shocked and a whimper escaped her throat before she could stop it.

James circled her chair contemplating what to do next. Resting his hands on her legs and leaning down, she saw the evilness in his eyes as he spoke. "You're a pretty little thing and normally I'd hate to, well, damage that, but you made friends with the wrong guy."

As a cop, she knew she should be able to see things coming, but for the second time in mere minutes she felt blind to James' actions. Quickly lifting one hand from her leg, he punched her in the stomach, leaving her doubled over in pain. She fought back tears as she heard him laugh.

Sam sat in the locker room, his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do. He found Andy's bag lying on the sidewalk two blocks from the station, but no sign of where she had been taken. He interviewed residents in the area, but they claimed to have seen nothing. He, along with half the division, had searched all night and he only headed back to the station when the sun began to rise. No one had any leads.

"Santino's buildings were empty. We searched every inch of them," Chris told Sam and got a grunt in response. "Detective Barber's in interrogation now with an informant he thinks might have some information, but we're pretty sure he's stoned, so it might be a while before we get anything."

Tony and Marco Santino are ghosts, Sam thought. How is it possible they've covered their tracks so well?

Oliver walked into the locker room and found his friend. He nodded at Chris, who took that as his cue to leave. If Chris had to admit it, he was a bit scared when Sam got this way and was glad to get out of the line of fire.

"When was the last time you slept? Go home for a bit, Sammy," Oliver said, sitting next to him on the bench.

"Do. Not. Tell me to go home," he said, and Oliver could see the fire in his eyes.

Oliver held up his hands in defeat and slowly got up. He saw Andy like a daughter and knew many other officers thought of her as a sister or great friend. "We all love her buddy, she's like family to all of us, not just you. You're going to be of no help to her if you don't get some sleep," he said walking out of the locker room.

Great, Sam thought. Now I've bitten the head off my friend and girlfriend today. "Maybe Ollie's right," he muttered to himself. Sam heard his phone beep and prayed it was good news. He pulled it out of his pocket and saw he had a new picture text. He rushed to the garbage can and puked when he opened the photo. It was Andy, his sweet Andy, covered in blood and bruises and tied to a chair. Sam wasn't a man who cried, but he suddenly found his eyes very wet. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath before going out to show everyone this new piece of information.

It caused a bustle of activity. Dov went to work blowing up the photo so they could analyze the background to see if there was any indication where Andy was being held. Chris traced the phone number, quickly finding it was simply a prepaid phone and was likely already tossed in the trash somewhere. Nonetheless, Traci was helping Jerry get phone records and checking to see if it had a GPS tracker on it.

Luke sat in an empty parade room staring at a blown up version of the photo Sam had received. What have I done? he wondered. He had given Santino information about the investigation, the fact they knew about Marco, but he said nothing about Andy. How had he found her? She may not be his fiancé anymore, but he still loved her. He knew what he had to do. He reluctantly walked out of the room and saw Jerry and Sam in Frank's office. He saw Sam look at his phone and before Luke could reach the office, Sam walked out.

Sam mumbled something to Frank and Jerry about having to take the call before walking out of the office. He answered and immediately recognized the voice on the other end. "How are we doing today Officer Swarek?" Santino laughed into the phone.

"Where the hell is she?" Sam demanded.

"Calm down or you'll never see her again," Santino warned. "Meet my driver where Officer McNally disappeared and she will be returned to you. And come alone," he added before hanging up.

Sam stood at the door of the station staring at his phone. What he was about to do was stupid. He knew it was stupid. But he couldn't risk Andy's life and if Santino said to come alone, he meant it. Anyway, getting a cover team together would take too long. Time Andy might not have.

Noelle hung up the phone and looked up to see Sam standing nervously near the door. "Sam? Where are you going?" she asked with concern in her voice.

He hated lying to his friends, but he couldn't tell her. "I just need some air, uh, to clear my head," he said, walking out the door and jogging down the street.

Halfway there he realized he didn't have his uniform on, which meant no vest and only a gun strapped to his side. Yup, another stupid move. Sam slowed to a walk as he approached the area where he had found Andy's bag. He looked around, but saw nothing. No one, no car, nothing, and he became impatient.

Sam was distracted thinking about Andy and how she was hurt when he heard the click of a gun behind his head. Before he could put a hand on his own gun, it was pulled from its holster by whoever was standing behind him.

An SUV pulled up to the curb and a man got out of the car. It wasn't Santino, but he looked familiar and Sam couldn't place where he'd seen the man before.

"Tie him up and get him in the car." Normally, Sam didn't willfully allow criminals to tie him up, but he knew he had to do what they said until they took him to Andy. If he didn't, who knew what would happen to her.

Sam was blindfolded once in the car and had no clue where they were taking him, but he figured it was about 30 minutes later before the vehicle came to a stop and he was dragged out of the car. His blindfold was taken off seconds before he felt a fist hit his jaw and was knocked to the ground. Okay, maybe he was going along with their plan a little too well.

Sam gritted his teeth and looked up at Santino. "Nice to see you too man."