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Recap: Andy is playing poker with her dad, Oliver, and Sam in an effort to win Oliver's silence regarding the existence of her college-age boyfriend. While her dad is out of the room, Andy's behaviour could be considered somewhat inappropriate, including bribing Oliver for his silence and exchanging intense stares with Sam. Meanwhile, Sam develops an obvious curiosity where Andy is considered, wanting to know more about her, while simultaneously finding himself slowly being wrapped around her finger in the same way Oliver and her dad are… Andy ends up winning the poker game… Sam and Oliver respond to a noise complaint call and end up running into Andy and her boyfriend. Oliver threatens Tyler, and Sam has to convince Andy to let them drive her home. Andy ends up calling Sam in the middle of the night to pick her up, and he finds out that she's been doing drugs and running from the cops. When Andy's picked up by the cops, she calls Sam to pick her up. He finds out she's still doing drugs and decides that the best way to help Andy is to stop bailing her out.


One month later...

Sam's eyes flick from his cards to the stack of poker chips in front of him before making their way around the table. Only a couple of the guys have solid poker faces. The others are decent players, but having played with them quite a bit lately, he knows the telltale signs that they're bluffing. The tapping fingers, slight fidgeting, shifty eyes, twitch of the eyebrows or lips, nervous chatter. But tonight, something's off. At least it is with Tommy.

"Haven't seen Andy in awhile," Oliver says, watching as Tommy throws some poker chips into the centre of the table.

When an awkward silence ensues, Sam looks up at the detective and searches his face. There isn't much there to read though; nothing has really changed. Tommy's been wearing the same disgruntled look all night. Still, this is the first time that he's looked uncomfortable.

"Everything okay?" Oliver asks a little hesitantly.

"She's busy," Tommy finally says, his voice a little flat as he rises to refill his drink, and effectively ends any further discussion of his daughter.

Before Tommy makes it back to the dining room table, Sam hears the front door open. Even though they're still expecting another guy to show up, and even though he can't see the door from where he's sitting, he knows it's her. Sure enough, a few seconds later she walks around the corner, her movements faltering when she sees everyone in the dining room. He looks her up and down. Aside from appearing paler and exhausted, she looks okay. Not great, but okay. He can't help but feel a little relieved.

"Going to join us for another game of poker?" Oliver asks, watching her toss her backpack on the couch.

Andy hesitates before turning to face the group. She'd completely forgotten it was poker night. Again. "I wiped you clean last time. Do you really want a repeat?"

"Beginner's luck," Oliver teases. "Besides, I've been practicing."

Her eyes flick to his rather small stack of poker chips. "Not nearly hard enough," she replies with a smirk.

Oliver scowls, but Sam and the others can't help but laugh.

The second her dad re-enters the dining room, Sam watches her expression change. She becomes more distant. Recoils a little within herself. And Tommy isn't much better. The man's eyes flick to his daughter before immediately averting to the poker table. Yeah, something's definitely off.

"Maybe another time," Andy says, her eyes following her dad as he returns to his seat. Oliver's mouth opens and she knows he's going to try again, so she turns her back on everyone and flops down on the couch, reluctantly pulling out her textbooks. If anything can get him to lay off, homework will. With an inward sigh, she grabs her math notebook and flips it open. Sure enough, all talk is soon directed back towards the game and one by one she feels the attention shift off of her until only one set of eyes remains.

Sam continues to watch her as they play poker. He's fairly certain she knows she's being watched because within seconds of each glance in her direction, her movements falter. Not once does she look in his direction though. And, for some reason, that bothers him. Two hands later though, her head starts falling forward, and by the third hand, she's out completely. "Late night?" he asks Tommy, nodding in Andy's direction. He knows it's going to hit another nerve, but he needs to know that she's okay.

The guys all follow his gaze toward the living room to where Andy's sleeping.

Tommy gives him an odd look before giving a sharp nod. "Too much on her plate."

Sam hesitates. Tommy's tone tells him to let it go, but for some reason he can't. "Too many sports?"

"Sports, school, work," Tommy replies, giving Sam another look.

In an effort to avoid Tommy's gaze, he looks down at his cards again. That's not the answer he's looking for, but he's not sure how to ask without making Tommy or the others suspicious. As it is, Tommy's already making it pretty clear that he doesn't want to talk about his daughter. The only thing the man could do to make his point more obvious is to outright tell him to shut it. And, the fact that Sam didn't let the topic go the first time has Oliver giving him a weird look too. With an inward sigh, he tries to focus on the game again, but finds his eyes keep wandering back to Andy. In the first three weeks since he'd given her his number she'd called him twice, and now, a month after her last call, he hasn't heard a word from her. He hopes it's because she's stopped using, but with the way she looks right now, he isn't so sure he can chalk it up to exhaustion from a heavy workload.

It isn't until her textbook falls off her lap and hits the floor nearly an hour later that she stirs. She blinks hard, momentarily confused until her eyes land on the clock. It's a little after eleven. Rubbing her face, she attempts to fully wake herself up and focus on her homework, but her mind keeps wandering. She needs a fix. As she puts on her jacket, her dad finally acknowledges her presence.

"Where are you going?"

"Out," Andy replies without looking up at him.

"Where?"

"To a friend's house," Andy says. "To finish my homework."

Tommy glances at the clock. "It's a little late for that."

She barely manages to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, he'll be awake."

"He?" Tommy says, setting his cards down and looking at his daughter for the first time since she's gotten home. "Is there something I should know? Something you want to tell me?"

Sam can tell by the way she's biting her lower lip that she's really holding something back.

"Well?" Tommy presses.

Andy shrugs. "Joey Davids. Plays on the co-ed basketball team, which you would know if you actually showed up." She heads to the hallway and slides her feet into her boots.

Sam frowns. Did she break up with Tyler? His eyes flick to Tommy in time to see the man's face harden.

Without even excusing himself, Tommy gets up and heads for the front door, stopping right beside her. "I've been busy with work."

Andy turns to him. "No dad, you've been busy losing yourself at the bottom of a bottle… Ever since mom left, it's been the same. And this – what's going on with us – has nothing to do with your work. You just don't care... You don't know me, and I don't even think you know yourself anymore. And, quite honestly, neither do I."

Sam glances at Oliver, who looks stunned. His eyes travel to the other faces at the table, each officer looking rather uncomfortable as snatches of the conversation reach them. He can hear Tommy say Andy's name again before she replies with a sharp, "Not here... not now." Seconds later, the front door closes. Pulling out his cell phone, Sam sends her a quick text. Probably should have taken your textbook with you.

When the status changes from "delivered" to "read" but he doesn't receive a response, his thoughts are confirmed. She probably never intended to go somewhere to finish her homework. He hesitates, then sends another text. Be careful.

Andy stares at the second text for a moment before shoving her phone back in her coat pocket, wondering why he's even bothering to text her. He didn't want to be involved, so she's done her part in keeping him out of things. She's not going to start letting him back in now.


Two months later…

Tommy's head snaps up at the sound of the front door. His eyes dart towards the front of the house and he mumbles a quick apology as he gets up from the table. Hearing footsteps on the stairs, he moves to follow, but seconds later Andy's barreling back down them, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Out," Andy replies, without looking at him. She tries to sidestep him, but he grabs her arm.

"It's Wednesday night and it's almost midnight."

"Yeah, so?"

"You're not going out," Tommy says firmly.

"Do you really want to do this in front of your friends?" Andy asks, shaking him off and stepping back outside and onto the porch.

"You going to see that Joey kid?"

"No," Andy replies, as she walks down the stairs.

Tommy pulls the door shut behind him and follows her. "What's gotten into you lately?"

She stops when her feet hit the path leading to the driveway. With a shrug, she says, "I've changed. So have you. That's how things go sometimes."

"Yeah, well, it's time you grow up and start acting like an adult."

Andy laughs dryly. "Okay, so one second you treat me like I'm a kid, and now you want me to grow up? What about you? Ever since mom left, I've had to take care of you. And you know what, I'm done. I have enough problems of my own without having to deal with yours too." She pauses. "I just can't do it anymore."

"What problems?"

She shakes her head. "Don't worry about it." Again, she pauses. "I'm umm, I'm moving out tomorrow."

Tommy stares at her for a long moment, shocked. She has to be lying. "You have school tomorrow," he says, trying to find a flaw in her words. She can't move out.

"No, I don't," Andy replies. "I was suspended. Haven't gone to school at all this week. But, of course you wouldn't know that. You've been too busy... working, right?"

"You were suspended?" Tommy asks, his temper rising.

Andy ignores him and starts walking down the pathway.

"Don't walk away from me," Tommy says, grabbing her arm. "Why were you suspended? Was that Joey kid involved?"

She laughed in disbelief. "You wanna talk now? After all these years, you want to talk now?" She pauses for a brief moment, shaking her head. "You know what? Fine. How about this... I slept with Joey a year ago. I told you I was going to see a movie, but instead, I went to his house while his parents were away and we had sex. And anytime I told you I was staying over at Gail's house, I pretty much went to a party and got plastered. But, I learned from the best, right?" Each word seemed to hit a nerve with Tommy. His expression shifted from one of disbelief to pained. But, she couldn't stop. "Oh, and when I say I'm going for coffee, it usually means I'm seeing my college boyfriend, who, I've been seeing for most of this year..." She finally meets his eyes. "I could go on, but I think you're actually getting the point..."

"Andy," Tommy says weakly, hints of uncertainty, fear, and anger in his features.

"No," she says, shaking her head. "I'm done. I can't live like this anymore. So, I have to do this; I have to go."

"This isn't you," Tommy argued.

"This is me," Andy said, tears welling up in her eyes. "But you don't know me anymore because the day mom walked out on us, you fell apart. You stopped caring, and now I have too. So, tomorrow, I'm gone, because I can't deal with both our problems anymore."

Before her dad can say anything, she turns and leaves, briskly walking across the small front lawn and taking a sharp turn around the bushes. "Umph." She's so focused on the sound of the front door closing that she slams into something hard.

"You okay?"

Her eyes flick up to Sam's face before looking down at the hands that are now planted on her arms to steady her. "Fine." She brushes him off and tries to sidestep him.

"You haven't text me back, or called me," Sam says, blocking her way. Ever since he realized she was still using, he'd been trying to talk to her, but she ignored him every time.

Andy looks back up at him and shrugs. "You didn't want to be involved, so you're not. Simple as that. So, stop calling and texting and you won't have to worry about a reply." She tries to get around him again, but he still won't let her pass. "Are we going to do this all night? Because I can think of a better way to spend our time."

Sam's eyes widen. His heart rate picks up. Surely she doesn't mean what he thinks she means, does she? He's tried to keep things neutral.

"Relax. It was a joke," she says, rolling her eyes.

He shakes his head. "You think this whole thing is funny, don't you?" His eyes narrow. "Do you just not care anymore?"

Andy shrugs.

He reaches out and can feel her trembling. It's the only crack in the front she's putting on. When he feels her try to pull away, he tightens his grip a little, just enough to keep her still but not enough to hurt her. "Look, the only reason I told you I wouldn't help was because I was hoping that you'd stop if you thought that nobody would be there to bail you out. But, you haven't."

"I'm over it; it's fine."

"Who's helping you now?" Sam presses.

"No one."

"No more late-night runs from the cops? No more sitting in cells?" Sam asks in disbelief.

Andy shakes her head.

"But you're still using?"

She lets out a frustrated sigh. "Look, I probably shouldn't have called you in the first place, but I did. I can't take that back. But I can control what happens now, and you told me you couldn't be involved, so I stopped calling. And I get it, you know? It's fine. I figured out another way. Dealt with it."

"How?"

"Just stop, okay?" she says, exasperated. "I'm not going to tell you because that would mean involving you again, so just let it go." She finally manages to get around him.

Sam grinds his teeth together and goes after her. Maybe she has another way, maybe she doesn't, but that isn't enough for him. She's still using and she's showing no signs of stopping. "What if I want to help?"

She laughs in disbelief. "Yeah, uh… I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need another father-figure in my life. And you're like barely older than me. It's weird, okay? And I don't need that."

Sam's eyes widen. "I don't want to be your father-figure." He pauses. What does he want to be? "I want to be your… friend."

"My friend?" Andy asks, quirking an eyebrow. She finally looks up at him, but doesn't slow her pace. "Do you even know how to be a woman's friend?"

He bites the inside of his cheek. Truthfully, no, he doesn't really. He only has one female friend on the force and none outside of it. He shrugs. "I'll figure it out."

She rolls her eyes. "Yeah, whatever you say pal."

"So—"

Andy finally stops and turns to face him, gently putting her hands on his shoulders. "Look, you're a nice guy, but you're not obligated to help. Just because you know, doesn't mean you need to do anything. So, I'm going to make this easy for you." He tries to interrupt, but she puts a finger to his lips. "We aren't friends. I'm not going to respond to your texts or calls. But you are going to go inside, play poker, probably win, and forget we had this conversation or any other. This isn't your problem, it's mine, so just go live your life. Forget about me." Before he can respond, she steps forward, kisses him on the cheek, and is gone seconds later.

Sam frowns at the lingering warmth on his cheek and lips as he watches her vanish from sight. He wants to stop her, convince her to get professional help, and somehow get her to open up to him again – and he meant to, he really did – but she'd completely thrown him off with both her words and lips. And now she's gone.


Two and a half months later...

"Oliver," he says, picking up his cell phone on the third ring.

Silence.

"Hello?" he says with a frown, pulling the phone away from his ear to check the display before putting it back.

"Andy, is that you?"

Sam's head snaps in Oliver's direction. His heart starts pounding heavily in his chest. As far as he knows, Andy rarely calls Oliver, so why would she be calling now? It's late, just after midnight, which leads him to one conclusion: she's in trouble.

"I need help," Andy says with a groan.

"Andy, what's wrong?" Oliver asks, casting a worried glance at Sam.

"Can you... can you come get me?" She blinks hard, trying to stop her vision from swimming, but it only gets worse. "I need..." She sucks in a large breath. "I need help."

"Where are you? Are you okay? … Andy?"

Again, Sam's eyes flick to Oliver before returning to the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"I don't know... I don't remember where I am…"

"Look around, what do you see?" Oliver presses.

She struggles to focus as her eyes travel around the room. "I'm in a bathroom... I blacked out and I…"

Oliver curses. She's panicking. "Is there a window? Can you see out?"

"I..."

"Come on Andy, I need you to take a deep breath and help me out here," Oliver says. "If there's a window, I need you to look out and tell me if you see anything that we might be able to identify."

"I... I can't get up."

"Why not?"

"I..." she begins, but bursts into tears.

"It's okay," he says softly, despite the fear racing through him. "Just take a few deep breaths. I'm going to set the phone down for a second and have the station try to track your cell phone, but don't hang up, okay?"

Oliver sets it down and holds out his hand, silently asking Sam for his cell phone. He then calls in a favour and has them track Andy's location. The second they receive the location, he relays it to Sam and they do a u-turn.

"You still there Andy?"

He hears her mumble something.

"Andy?"

"Yeah?" she finally says, her voice a little low and a little rough sounding.

"Are you okay?"

"No," she groans, before letting out a ridiculous laugh. Nevertheless, Oliver can hear the sob in the back of her throat.

"Are you high?" Oliver asks, eyes widening.

Sam turns to look at Oliver again, his mouth slightly open. Does he know about Andy's drug abuse?

"I don't know," Andy says.

"What do you mean you don't know? How can you not know?"

"I think…" she begins. "In my drink."

Oliver frowns at her impaired speech. It's getting worse. "Someone drugged you?"

She groans again, and throws a hand over her eyes to block out the light. "Are you... here yet?"

"No, we're about five minutes out."

"I… I don't know… my clothes," she says.

Oliver's mouth falls open. "Your clothes... Andy, is Tyler there? Did you…?"

"I don't know," she replies. "Blacked out."

Oliver rubs his face with his free hand, instantly drawing Sam's attention. He merely shakes his head. He isn't about to tell Sam when Andy is on the phone with him, although he's pretty sure his friend already has a good idea of what's going on. "You said you're in a bathroom?" Oliver asks.

Silence.

"Andy?"

Silence.

Oliver tries again, but still no response.

When they finally pull up in front of a large house with blaring music and a ton of drunk kids walking around, Oliver and Sam jump out.

"Party's over," Oliver yells. "Call your parents or call a cab. If you even so much as think about driving, you'll get a nice tour of a jail cell and whole lot more that I guarantee you don't want." He snatches a drink away from a kid that looks like he's sixteen. "As it is, you're lucky I'm not arresting most of you for underage drinking. So get out and get home before I change my mind." Spotting a head of hair that is bleach blond, Oliver yells, "Peck!"

The woman reluctantly turns to face them.

"Where's Andy?"

Gail shrugs. "Last I saw her, Tyler was dragging her upstairs."

"Come with me," says Oliver, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the stairs.

Sam hesitates, then disperses the rest of the kids before finally heading upstairs. He heads toward Oliver's voice, but hesitates before stepping into the room. He has no idea what he's about to see, but he isn't so sure he's ready to find out. This is my job, he thinks. And it's Andy. Suck it up and get in there. With a deep breath, he forces his feet to carry him forward.

Seeing a shirt and skirt on the bedroom floor, Oliver hands them to Gail and says, "She said she's in a bathroom, probably that one. I need you to get her dressed or at least covered."

Gail nods, but when she tries the door, it won't budge. "Locked," she mutters.

Oliver hesitates. He isn't sure where Andy is, if she's right up against the door or if she's far enough away. So, he knocks and calls her name. No response. He gets down on his hands and knees to try to look through the small crack between the door and floor. He really can't see anything, but the light suggests she isn't right up against the door. He runs a hand over his face. He doesn't know how serious things are, but he can't risk the few extra seconds trying to pick the lock. "Step back," he says before kicking the door open and ushering Gail through the doorway.

When Gail finally reappears, she looks up at them. "She's out."

Oliver gently pushes her aside and kneels down beside Andy, checking her pulse. A sigh escapes him when he finds one. "Pretty sure you're going to be the reason I have grey hairs little McNally," he says with a small laugh, but his expression turns grave again when Andy doesn't respond to either his voice or his movements. He gently taps her face, but still receives no response. "Come on Andy, wake up," Oliver says, tapping her face a little harder. "Open your eyes."

Sam hesitantly steps forward. The second his eyes fall on Andy's unconscious body, he takes a step back as the guilt creeps in. If he'd told Oliver or even Tommy, maybe this wouldn't have happened. If he'd done something differently, maybe she wouldn't have gotten to this point. Hell, she could have died. Still can.

"Sam," Oliver yells.

He snaps out of it and looks at his friend.

"We have to get her to the hospital."

All he can do is nod, his movements stiff as he heads back downstairs and opens the door of the squad car so that Oliver can put Andy in the back.

"Get in Peck," Oliver says sharply, gesturing to the backseat. As they climb in the front, Oliver shoots Sam a questioning look. "What if she took something?"

Sam's grip tightens on the steering wheel as he pulls out of the driveway and heads toward the hospital. "I don't know."

"If we admit her, and she's on something... and willingly took something, her future could be..." Oliver falls silent, his head in his hands.

"We don't know anything for sure buddy," Sam replies, though based on Andy's track record, she probably is on something illegal. He exhales deeply and pulls out his cell phone and places a quick call.

"Where are we going?" Oliver asks.

Sam shoots him a look before pulling up to the side of the hospital. "Stay in the car and don't say anything," Sam tells Gail as he gets out. His eyes scan the area until they land on a blond woman, Monica, who's walking towards them with a bag in her hand. He exhales deeply. He hasn't seen her in years, but they'd been... friends once. He can only hope that her standing outside by the side door is proof that she's going to help them.

"What's going on?" Monica asks when she reaches the car.

He watches as she stoops a little to try to see in the car. With a nod from Oliver, Sam opens the backdoor and says, "She was drugged, thinks her drink was spiked. Keeps blacking out. We need you to check her out, see if we can get away without admitting her."

Monica stares at them in disbelief. "You're kidding, right?"

Sam shakes his head. "I know it sounds bad, but if it can be helped, nobody can know who she is, or that we were here. And the less you know, the better."

"But we run tests for this kind of thing."

"Yeah, I know," Sam says, rubbing his face. "To see what she took, if she was raped, all that. Got it, but as an officer, I'm asking you if she's okay without."

Monica stares at him for another moment before opening her bag and climbing in the back. She checks Andy's pulse, comparing it to what Sam and Oliver had noted when they first found Andy, then goes about checking her pupils. Seconds later she pokes her head out of the car. "If this comes back to bite me, you'd better have my back."

"Done," Sam replies. He's really banking on Monica keeping her mouth shut. There isn't much choice though. If Andy's admitted, then they can't keep her name clear. She'll be charged.

With a nod, Monica turns her attention back to Andy, running a few more basic tests before she climbs out of the car altogether.

"So?"

"She appears to be stable, so it looks like it's already starting to work its way through her system. But, she needs to be monitored, so if you take her, you'll need to watch her overnight. Check her pulse. Just watch her, and if she shows any signs of getting worse, you need to bring her back here. My best guess though is that it's ketamine, so depending on how quickly you go to her, it could be through her system within the next hour or hour and a half. It's hard to say if she took anything else though."

"Thanks," Sam says, withholding a sigh of relief.

"You owe me," she replies with a smile.

As she walks back toward the hospital, Sam climbs back in the car.

"Are we really doing this?" Oliver asks, his forehead creased with worry.

"We can't charge the guy without bringing her into the mess. And we don't know the full story..."

"If you use her to nail the guy, she's gonna get busted," Gail says from the backseat.

Oliver turns around to look at her. "Why?"

Gail can't help but laugh. "You're just as clueless as her dad. If you want answers, ask her when she wakes up, but I'm telling you, if you want to keep her out of things, you're better off warning the guy than charging him."

"Do you know who did it?"

"No," Gail replies. "I don't even know half the people she hangs out with anymore."

Sam rubs his face as he turns to Oliver. "Your choice. But if we go after the guy, you're telling Tommy." He was really banking on Oliver's protectiveness over Andy to kick in.

"This is really messed up brother."

"You're telling me," Sam mutters. His friend doesn't even know half of it.

"Are you sure you're ready to break this many rules?" Oliver asks hesitantly. "We could get caught, lose our jobs... maybe even be charged."

"If Peck can keep her mouth shut, we won't be caught," Sam says. When she glares at him, he can't help but smirk. "We're good," he says to Oliver as he starts up the car and drives to Gail's house.


A few blocks from her house, Sam pulls up to a curb. The second the girl is out of the car, he asks, "What now?"

Oliver hesitates. "One of us has to watch her."

Sam glances at his friend before looking in the backseat. "And by one of us, you mean me?"

"Well, uh," Oliver says, nervously scratching the back of his head. "Well, it's just... Izzy has a fever and Zoe knows Andy... and you know how Zoe likes to talk. A real gossiper, you know?"

"Ollie, it's fine," Sam says with a sigh. "I have a spare room, and I'll keep checking on her."

"You sure it's okay if she stays the night?" Oliver asks.

"Are you really asking me that?" Sam says, quirking an eyebrow. "Even if I said no, I don't really have a choice. Besides, after what we just did, I think her staying overnight is the least of our worries. But really, it's fine. Our shift is over anyway, so we'll go to my place now, and you'll take the car and my gun back to the station. And when she wakes up I'll question her."

They follow the plan and within twenty minutes, Sam is carrying Andy inside his place.


When Andy wakes up, her head is pounding. Groaning as a wave of dizziness washes over her, she opens her eyes and squints despite the only light coming from out in the hall. Rubbing her eyes, she takes a deep breath and starts to look around the room, freezing when she sees Sam sitting on the edge of the bed, his back leaning up against the wall. Where did he come from? And where the hell is she?

"How are you feeling?" he asks, his eyes opening when he feels her shift.

"Where are we?"

"My guest room."

"How did I get here?" she asks, frowning. "How...?" She shakes her head, her eyes flicking around the room in an attempt to make some sense of the situation.

"You called Oliver."

"I called Oliver?" Andy asks, certain she misheard. He nods. She curses. Why would she call Oliver? Her heart rate picks up. If she called Oliver, then... "What does he know?"

He notes the panic in her voice. "That you were drugged. Not much else... yet."

She lets out a shaky breath. "I was drugged," she says slowly, frowning. It's another moment before it slowly comes back to her, but even then, everything seems fragmented.

"So what happened?"

"Can we talk about this later? My head feels like it's going to split open."

He shakes his head. "You could have died tonight... been raped. A lot of things could have happened, and I guarantee that none of them would have been good. So no, we're going to talk about this now."

Andy rubs her temples. "I don't remember everything," she admits.

"Tell me what you do remember."

She nods, but that causes a wave of nausea to run through her. He hands her a bucket, but she pushes it to the side and takes a deep breath. "One of Tyler's friends knows this guy... some rich kid who was throwing a party. So of course we went. They're usually better than the lame ones thrown at the college. And it was good, for awhile. But uh..." She closes her eyes for a moment as she tries to clear her thoughts. "I hardly drank anything." She pauses. "I just... I really needed a fix." She bites down on her lower lip when she sees Sam grimace. "That was my main focus, so I didn't really care about the rest. Been there, done that, and it doesn't go over well... which you already know."

"Then what?" he presses.

Silence.

He can tell she's getting agitated, so he puts a pillow on his lap and gently pulls her so her head is resting on the pillow. He then starts to gently massage her head. "Keep going," he says, watching as her eyes close and a bit of the tension falls from her body.

Andy hesitates. "I was only going to have a couple of drinks a little later in the night. And everything was fine until then." Her mind shoots back to earlier that night. The dancing, grinding. Body pulsing to the blaring music. Heart pumping. It was like a club. Bodies were packed into the house and it was hard to move around at times. There was constant bumping. Yelling. Laughing. But she fit in. Somehow, despite having just graduated from high school, she'd become one of them. She was accepted. Sought after. And, for the first time in a really long time, she felt wanted. Happy. Free.

"So you did take the pill again?"

She was slammed back to reality. "Yeah." Her voice cracked.

"Do you know more about it?"

"Not really." She swallows hard. "I still don't know what it's called, but I know it first started showing up around November... Hasn't quite made it big yet, but it's becoming more common at these parties."

"Okay, so what was so different about tonight?"

She shakes her head, struggling to remember. "I don't really know... I mean, it was fine," she says. "Until..."

"Until...?" he presses.

"Until umm... I think until I got a second drink."

"And then you started feeling off?"

"Not exactly," Andy says, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. She shifts uncomfortably. "I... I didn't even finish it because..." She falls silent, unsure of how to proceed in the least awkward way.

"Because you went upstairs with your uh... the scumbag?" Sam says, finally settling on the name Oliver had come up with.

"Yeah."

"Was that when you noticed?"

"No. It wasn't right away. It sort of gradually hit me. I just started feeling off. Everything became blurry. I felt weak. And umm, I just..." She pauses and despite her attempts to keep the tears at bay, one rolls down her cheek. "I told him to stop because something wasn't right. He thought I was joking though..." She hastily wipes the tear away, but can't bring herself to continue.

Sam takes a deep breath before breaking the silence. "Andy, did he rape you?"

"I don't... I don't think so." Again, her voice cracks and another tear rolls down her cheek.

He withholds a sigh of relief. "So why were you locked in the bathroom?"

She bites her lip. "He didn't get it." She struggles to remember more. "I managed to push him off, but he got mad."

"Did he hurt you?"

"I don't think so," she says, frowning. "But I was already starting to blackout, so I went in the bathroom. Locked myself in. And I must have passed out because when I woke up again, I didn't hear anything, so I think he left."

"Is that when you called Oliver?"

"I... I don't know. I don't even remembering grabbing my phone on the way to the bathroom, but I had it with me so I must have. And I don't remember calling him or talking to him." She let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't know."

"Is he on your speed dial?"

"Yeah."

"Probably hit a button and got him," Sam says. After a moment, another thought strikes him. "Did you get the drink or did someone else?"

Andy frowns. Did she get the drink? Her mind shoots back. Light brown hair, blue eyes. "No."

"You didn't get it? Did your boyfriend?"

"Uh...No. There was a guy... he got a bunch of us drinks. He umm, he was tall, light brown hair, blue eyes, total jock. He umm..." She pauses, struggling to remember something else about him. "He had this... sports jacket on. Like a football jacket."

"Do you know his name?"

"Uh... there were a lot of people there," Andy says.

"Just take your time."

She takes a long, shaky breath. "I think it started with a J."

"Okay, good," Sam says, still massaging her head. "So you said you didn't finish your drink... Did you take it upstairs with you?"

"Yeah. I think I left it on the dresser beside the door."

"And the guy specifically handed it to you?"

She nods, but then hesitates. "I... I don't know. I know he had them, and I think he gave it to me, but I don't know anymore."

He hesitates. "What kind of drink?"

"It was just beer, in a red cup."

Sam hesitates again. If the cup is still there, they can get fingerprints off of it and see exactly what the guy gave her. He shakes his head. If he has it checked for prints, it's going to raise questions and it will still lead back to Andy. He pushes the thought aside. They might not be able to nail the guy, but if they can somehow get Andy to identify him, then they can still scare him. "Do you remember anything else?"

"That's it." Andy slowly pushes herself into a sitting position, the severity of the night hitting her hard.

He can see her shoulders shake. "What is it?" he asks softly.

She turns to look at him, tears streaming down her face. "I should have listened." She closes her eyes and tries to compose herself, but it's useless. "I'm sorry... I'm... I'm so sorry."

All he can do is stare at her. He wasn't expecting an apology, but he really isn't sure he can take it to heart anyway given that her encounters with the cops couldn't even put an end to her drug abuse.

"I don't know how to stop." It comes out as a sob. Her whole body is shaking.

Something in him snaps and he pulls her into his arms. "What do you want McNally?" he asks after a long moment of holding her. This isn't his thing. His thing is sleeping with women. Oliver's thing is comforting them. But, right now, it's just him and she needs someone.

"I need help."

There it was, the confirmation he'd wanted to hear since he first picked her up. "Okay," he says softly, rubbing a soothing hand up and down her back. Her arms wrap around him as her tears soak his shirt. Maybe this comforting thing isn't as hard as he originally thought. He reaches out and grabs a blanket, pulling it up and over her body before shifting and leaning back up against the wall, pulling her with him. "It's going to be okay," he says. "We're going to help you." Her grip tightens. "Just try to sleep and we'll talk more in the morning, okay?" he says, still rubbing her back. He can feel her nod against his chest, but it's a long while still before her breathing changes. When it does, he sighs and gently pushes the hair out of her face. For the next two hours, he watches her and tries to come up with a solution. Rehab is expensive though and if they decide to keep Tommy out of things and he finds out, they're all going to be in a lot of trouble. It's only when he's finally drifting off to sleep that an idea strikes him and a plan begins to fall together. He needs to talk to Boyko.

Thanks again for reading! Let me know what you think. And sorry if there were a ton of mistakes in this chapter - I'm pressed for time right now but wanted to get this up, so I'll have to check it over and fix it up later.

Up next, we'll find out exactly what Sam has planned, and if he can help get Andy's life back on track.

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