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A Sam/Andy fic.
Chapter Nine.
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Disclaimer: See. Ch. 1.
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A/N: Thanks for the speedy reviews, guys. You rock!
I'll respond to some reviews here:
boneslover13: Thanks for the review. From what I understand of bone marrow transplants, it doesn't affect the donor as much as the recipient. I believe there is a little recovery time, as the body would have to replace the missing marrow, and then they would have to run some tests and do observation to make sure there were no "side-effects", or mishaps that happened during the procedure. The way I see for Andy, it's more of an emotional crisis that a physical one.
Cythera: Hehe, I know, I'm horrible with the cliffhangers. I just can't help myself! Thanks for the review.
flirtatious: Don't worry, Andy's sister's name will be revealed soon ... lol, not that's it's some big secret. As for the other questions ... yeah, they'll be answered in this chapter! Thanks for the review!
Tennischica: Well, it sucks that you feel that way, but I did explain from the beginning that this fic would be centered on Andy, not Andy and Sam. Yes, they will end up together, but that's not the main goal. The main plot line is her mother coming back because her brother is in the hospital, and how Andy deals with that emotional turmoil. Everything else takes second fiddle to that.
alicia: I was actually debating on whether or not to have Andy say something along those lines, but it came down to her age. I think that if the sister was older, Andy might have been more callous and snappy, but she's still in shock over having a sister, and thrown by the fact that she looks so much like her. It's kind of like when Sam asked who the woman in the division was, and Andy said "my mother". She could have said, "the woman who gave birth to me", but it's a bit more of a mouthful. The way I see it, Andy had no notion of real family - and the bonds that come with it - so the words sister, mother, and brother, aren't as meaningful for her as they would be to someone else. Thanks for the review, I'm glad you're liking it so far!
Everyone else: Thanks for the great reviews, you're wonderful!
Alright, that's enough out of me, let's get on with the story!
I hope you guys like this, I know I'll love writing it.
As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!
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Andy stared back a the girl, their postures mirroring each other. She was aware of the surprised look on Sam's face as he glanced back and forth between them, but forced herself to focus on the problem at hand. "What are you doing here?" she asked again. "Were you trying to break into my apartment?"
The younger girl shrugged her shoulders. "I had to talk to you."
"I'm sure Audrey would have given you my number," Andy replied.
"Yeah, I tried calling. Three times," she informed her. "You wouldn't answer."
Andy remembered shutting off her phone, thinking that her mother was trying to contact her. She glanced at Sam, and then moved her eyes to the older woman. "Mrs. Jansen, are you the one who called the police?"
She nodded her head.
Andy pursed her lips. "Okay, well ... why don't you talk to Officer Swarek, here? He'll take your statement." She looked back at Sam, who nodded his head. Andy walked out of earshot, motioning for the girl to follow her. "Okay, whatever you have to say, you'd better make it fast. I don't want to have to arrest you, but -"
"If you want to arrest me, that's fine. As long as you'll give my brother your bone marrow, I don't care what you do," she told her.
Andy sighed, looking down at the ground. "I haven't made my decision yet."
"Why not? I mean, it's not like you're giving up a kidney, or something. It grows back!" she exclaimed.
Andy placed her hands on her hips, her eyes lingering on the ground for a moment before she looked back up into the brown eyes that were so like her own. "Look, I know this is difficult for you, but -"
"No, you don't," the younger girl corrected her. "You don't even have the slightest clue. He is my brother, and he has been sick for half of his life! You don't know anything about it!"
"That's not my fault!" Andy replied heatedly. "I didn't even know he existed until now! You expect me to make this decision at the drop of a hat? You don't even know ... your family ruined me!"
"So you're gonna punish Bobby for that? For what my mom did to you?"
Andy groaned, glancing up at the heavens before looking back at her. "I'm not trying to punish anyone, I -"
Sam stepped in between them, placing a hand on Andy's shoulder. "Sorry to interrupt here, but I just need to ask a few questions," he spoke. He saw that Andy was tail spinning, and didn't fight the urge to help her. He turned towards the younger girl. "How old are you?" he wondered.
She was breathing heavily, but turned her eyes to stare at Sam. "Thirteen."
Sam nodded, jotting it down. "Name?"
"Dana Jacobs," she replied.
"Okay, wait here, Miss Jacobs," he commanded, pulling Andy aside. "You need to relax," he told her in a quiet voice.
Andy knew that he was right, but her body was still tense, and her chest was still heaving.
Sam sighed, looking back at the girl. "I need to know if you want to press charges."
Andy looked up at him, searching his eyes. After a moment, she shook her head. "No. I'll deal with it."
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Yeah ... just give me a minute." She made her way back over to the girl, noting her defensive posture. "Give me your cell phone number," she requested shortly.
Dana stared at her. "Why?"
"So that I'll know it's you calling, and won't hang up," Andy informed her. "Look, you're free to go here. I won't take you in, but you can't break into my place just because you want to talk to me. I get off around six, if you still want to discuss this, then give me a call," Andy told her.
Dana was silent for a moment, but then nodded.
Andy copied her number into her phone, flipping it shut and sliding it back into her pocket. She took a deep breath, looking steadily at the younger version of herself. So much passion, so much anger ... actually, Dana resembled her more like she was now, than how she'd been at her age. She sighed, eyeing the girl up and down. "I am sorry about your brother."
The girl nodded stiffly, her nostrils wide as they flared with something akin to annoyance. "Can I go now?"
Andy nodded her head. "Do you need a ride?"
"I'll walk," Dana replied, making her way past the two officers.
Sam watched her go with Andy, wondered if it was safe to sat that he saw the family resemblance. ... Probably not.
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Andy was actively aware of the cell phone in one of her many pockets, throughout the entire day. Even thought she'd told the girl - Dana - to wait until after six to call her, she still felt the weight of that call on her shoulders. She still hadn't made up her own mind, one way or the other. How could she explain to this girl the dilemma that she was facing. It wasn't as though she wanted the boy to die, but why did it have to be up to her? Why did she have to be the one to save him?
The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. They brought a couple guys back to the barn, for drunk and disorderly behavior, one girl for shoplifting, and another for smashing up her ex-boyfriend's car.
At the end of the day, Andy almost wished that she was working a double shift. Anything to avoid having to talk to her ... having to talk to Dana.
"You alright?" Sam asked her as they walked out of the division. "Wanna go for a drink?"
Andy very much wanted to take the offer. It would be nice to just sit back with Sam and relax, as though none of this had ever happened. But she was expecting a phone call, and she didn't want to risk being drunk for that phone call. "No, it's okay. I think I'm just gonna head home."
Sam nodded his head. "I'll give you ride."
"It's fine," Andy tried, but could tell that he wasn't having any of it.
"No arguments, McNally. Hop in," he told her.
A few seconds after he began driving, Andy's cell phone rang. Closing her eyes, she pulled it out of her pocket.
Sam watched her stare at the phone. "That her?"
Andy nodded her head. With a deep sigh, she flipped the phone open, pressing it to her ear. "Hello?"
"So ... can you come meet me?" Dana asked her.
Andy frowned slightly. "Why? Where are you?"
"At the hospital," she answered.
Andy fidgeted in her seat. "I don't think that's the best idea."
"They're not here," Dana told her. "They went home to have dinner, and do some laundry. I told them I'd keep an eye on Bobby, so that we can talk. Please, will you just meet me?"
Andy closed her eyes again, silent for a long moment. Finally she lifted her head and said, "Fine. Meet me by the front entrance."
Dana agreed, and hung up the phone.
Sam glanced over at Andy while she put her phone away. "Change of plans?"
"Yeah, can you take me to the hospital?" she asked him.
"Is everything okay?"
Andy nodded her head. "Yeah ... she just wants to talk."
Sam nodded his head, turning on his signal light as he changed his route. When they arrived in front of St. Michael's a few minutes later, he looked over at Andy. "Do you want me to come in?" he wondered.
Andy considered it, but then shook her head. "No ... I don't know how long I'll be. Thanks for the ride, though. I'll probably just take a cab home."
Sam nodded once more, unlocking the doors with the power-lock. "Alright ... good luck," he said, not really knowing what else to say.
Andy saw Dana waiting for her by the front doors, and forced a small smile onto her face when she looked back at Sam. "Thanks." She stepped down from the truck, making her way over to the girl.
Sam watched them for a moment, torn between staying with his rookie, and leaving. Deciding to respect her wishes, he pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. He just hoped that Andy would still be alright when he saw her next.
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End of chapter nine.
Well, what did you guys think? Like it, hate it?
I'm trying not to progress Andy and Dana's relationship too quickly, but at the same time, I want to shed light on the fact that despite her animosity, Andy does relate to her, and feels sorry for her.
Reviews are appreciated, flame if you must, but constructive criticism is much more useful.
Until next time ...!
