A/N: I could not have asked for better reviews of that last chapter! Thank you VERY much!
Chapter 5 was the last "October"-chapter, so the remaining chapters are in succession. This one is kind of short, but the next one is a lot longer and takes place a couple of months later, so I didn't want to post them at the same time.
If you're scared there won't be any more McSwarek-moments for a while, don't worry. I've got you covered in the next chapter ;)
I've started a new chaptered story and I'm about five chapters in. I'll post it as soon as it's done, but I don't know when that will be yet. There are still a few chapters left of this story though =)
I might post a teaser of the next story at the end of the epilogue if you're interested. Review and let me know if you want me to!
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue or its characters or anything related to the series in any way, shape or form.
Chapter 6
April
He had not been prepared for this.
Look out? Yes. Security? Of course.
Pointing his gun at a poor old shop-keeper with orders to shoot him if he moved? No.
He'd met up with Max at their usual hang out in the abandoned building. They'd gotten to the warehouse quickly and had stood there waiting for Petrov's guys for about ten minutes.
When the black Mercedes pulled up, Max went to greet them. He'd introduced Sam and they'd gotten on their way.
Petrov's guys were big buff guys with no necks and the build of a bulldog. Sam had to admit that they scared him a little, not that he let it show. He was yakking away confidently about how good he was at escaping cops, how he'd once shot a cop and how he had laughed when the cop screamed in pain from the gun-shot wound. Petrov's guys had laughed as well.
After a short drive they pulled over to the side of the road. Petrov's guys got out first and went over to the trunk. Max gave Sam a nervous look before opening his door and stepping out onto the road. Sam got out on the side walk and waited by the car door until Max and Petrov's guys came around to join him.
"Here." The biggest of the guys thrust a gun into Sam's hand. Sam checked the clip and cocked it. The smaller guy gave a similar gun to Max, who was looking increasingly jumpy.
"So. Uhm. What're we doing?" Sam asked looking at the bigger guy.
He tilted his head toward a small shop on the corner.
Sam raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner and the big guy nodded.
Sam gave him a confident nod and the big guy turned leading the way down the street. "We get the money, you keep the guy still. If he moves, you drop him."
"Aight." Sam's heart was pounding. He had not been prepared to shoot someone. He really wished the guy wouldn't move.
After they burst into the shop, time passed incredibly fast. It seemed like one second he was yelling at the old guy to stay still and not try anything, and the next they were hurrying out of the shop and threw themselves into the car before speeding off.
They were all experiencing a severe rush of adrenaline so the mood was high as they drove back to the docks where the bulldogs let them off.
"We'll be in touch." The bigger guy said before pulling away, tires screeching.
Sam smiled with relief. He was glad he didn't have to shoot somebody. The old guy had luckily been too afraid to move.
"Good job!" Sam said excitedly, smiling at Max.
"I need a hit." Max groaned rubbing his eyes. "You got some on you?" He looked pleadingly at Sam whose smile had disappeared at the sound of his words.
Sam shook his head.
"How 'bout at your house?"
He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. The safe house was meant for him and him alone. He wasn't supposed to bring anyone there except if it was an emergency, but the look on Max' face made him want to give him anything. Sam groaned as he knew he couldn't say no. Max looked so tired and depressed and even though Sam knew that the symptoms of cocaine withdrawel usually went away after 24 hours, the kid had become like the brother he never had, he just wanted to make him feel better.
"Yah, yah. Come on." Sam said reluctantly, leading the way back to his safe house.
