I am very very happy because I couldn't stop writing tonight so I decided to post another chapter so that you guys could be as happy as I am. I really like where the story is going. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it. All I can say is that I was online sopping while pretending to be Andy McNally, that was fun.
Chapter 9
Sam left 15 minutes ago to go to the station. I went around his apartment collecting all my clothes and the Toronto PD shirt that Sam was wearing last night that still smelled like him and packed them in a bag. We just had had a couple rounds of the most mind-blowing sex which made him half an hour late to the station. I felt horrible for doing what I was about to do but I knew there was no other way. I grabbed my bag and went to the kitchen to have a seat at the counter on one of the bar stools. I dropped my bag on the floor and grabbed a pen and started writing on the paper.
By the time that I was finished writing the letter I could see some of the tear stains on the paper. I kissed the page and left it on the counter. I hope I am doing the right thing. I grab my bag and head for the door; I open it and look around at the apartment one last time before closing the door and making my way home.
I spent the day finalizing all my bag and plans for my flight. Rhys and Mark came over to bid me farewell. They gave me a couple hundred dollars which they no doubt lifted off of some kid and they told me it was some extra spending cash. I thanked them and told them I would miss them. They were the only people besides my father and the staff at my school who knew I was leaving for Italy for the program. I'm guessing everyone else would just think that I finally got arrested and ended up in jail.
It was at 3 when I finally had to go to the airport to catch my flight. I called the taxi and it picked me up. My cell phone started ringing.
"Hey dad." I said.
"Hey Andrea, I'm glad I caught you. I know we already said good bye but I wanted to make sure I caught you before you left. I hope you have an amazing time in Italy, it's going to be a great experience." My father told me.
"Thanks dad, I am sure it will be. You stay safe okay; I don't want to come back just because you got yourself shot." I said in my sarcastic tone.
"Very funny Andrea. I'm sure my rookie would take a bullet for me just to get some extra points." That's when the tears started to come to my eyes, when dad started talking about Sam. I forced out a laugh.
"I got to go dad, I'm at the airport. I'll call you when I get settled."
"Bye." He said. I pressed the end call button. I looked down at the phone which was a bad mistake since the background picture was of me and Sam. I started to cry a little harder. If this is how I feel I wonder how bad Sam would feel, I am such a horrible human being.
SPOV
I arrived at the precinct and the first thing I noticed is how busy it was, Boyko wasn't kidding about that. Best and I were partnered up to take over booking. It seems when there is a sudden drop in temperature a lot of people like to spend a night in jail so they will do needless crimes just to do so.
"So Sam, I haven't seen that smile on your face in a long time." Best commented after booking what was probably our 15th B&E.
"I'm in love, Frank." I sighed with defeat. He looked at me and smiled.
"I'm glad for you Swarek." He said. We didn't have much time left to talk since another squad car came in. The end of the day couldn't come soon enough.
After 9 hours of bookings I was exhausted. I had to work overtime just to finish my paperwork. I headed into my car and drove to my apartment. I started to get a horrible feeling in my gut; I knew this couldn't be good, cop's intuition and all. I made sure my gun was within reach and made my way slowly into my apartment. I looked around it quickly to make sure there wasn't anything off. Everything seemed to be in its place.
"I guess Drea went home." I said to myself out loud. I dropped my bag on the ground and went to go grab a beer from the fridge. I was about to go sit on the couch when I noticed a piece of paper out of the corner of my eye. I walked over to it and grabbed it. As soon as I read the beginning I knew this couldn't be good. The first thing I noticed was the tear stains on the paper. I looked at it.
Sam,
Swarek Swarek. To begin with I love you so much that words could not describe it. I am not good at writing these sorts of things. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in the longest time. Just know that I won't be able to come back here anymore and I am so sorry for that. I have to leave and I won't be back for a while. You deserve someone so much better than me, I hope you have a happy life and find someone who loves you as much as you deserve to be loved.
Love your favourite criminal,
Drea
