The ride to Callaghan's fishing cabin was two hours long. Sam and Drew headed out immediately after calling the other pairs of cops and letting them know what was going on. The others were finishing up their searches just in case Sam and Drew were wrong, before beginning their trips to the cabin as well, as back up. Nash was relegated as the one to hold down the fort at the Barn, just in case they received a call from Jameson or Andy.

They were an hour into the trip when Drew decided to level with Sam. So far they had kept to funny stories about Andy's past and accounts of some of the situations she had gotten into as a rookie. Sam wasn't surprised to hear that Andy was an athlete in high school, but he was shocked when Drew mentioned her ability on the guitar. Then Drew explained she learned from one of her "bad boy" boyfriends. That made more sense than Andy being in the school band. Sam made a mental note to take out his electric guitar from the hall closet, and place it on its stand in the living room, where a visitor could just happen to see it and pick it up to play, or to ask him to perform. He knew of one visitor he'd love to perform for.

But getting back to the present. Drew had heard enough horror stories of Andrea's days on the job to give him quite a few nightmares. He couldn't believe he'd missed so much in such a short amount of time. Yes, the rookie year was supposed to be hectic, but not to anywhere near the extent that it was going for his sister. But even hearing about all the shit she had gotten herself into, he knew that Sam was still keeping a lot from him. Hearing about her life on the job was interesting, but now he wanted to hear more about her personal life. He figured half way through this trip was the perfect compromise to make with Sam, though Swarek wasn't aware that Drew had been taking it easy on him just until they reached the halfway point.

"Sam, I appreciate all you've told me about Andrea's experience as a cop so far. But, I want to know more about how she's been doing outside of the job too. Tell me about this Luke character. How'd that happen?"

Sam looked over at Drew, realizing that the terms of the conversation had just changed drastically. He knew that Drew was just going to lead up to his relationship with Andy, so he decided to cut him off before he could really get started.

"Look. I know what it's like to have a sister you want to take care of. One who's been hurt by guys before, and isn't as strong as the façade she puts on. I have McNally's back whether I'm her T.O or not, partner or not. And if we become more than just colleagues and friends, then I'll take care of her even more. She'll tell you what she wants about Callaghan when we get her back. And you can ask her about us as well. You're not going to hear about me hurting her, and I don't plan for that to change in the future. Is that clear enough for you?"

Drew sat in silence, watching from the passenger seat as Sam stared straight ahead and drove the squad car around traffic. He had to give Sam a lot of credit. He laid his plans for him and his sister out on the table without giving any details. He respected a man who kept his private life, private. That didn't mean he wouldn't give Sam a brotherly warning.

"I hear you loud and clear. Now it's your turn to hear me. I might not physically be here for my sister all the time, but I'm always only a phone call away. Don't give my sister a reason to call me, other than to tell me how great her life's going."

"I plan on making sure she has no other reason to call you when it comes to me."

The rest of the ride was spent with them getting to know each other. Not surprisingly, they had a lot in common. Sam had been undercover enough times for them to have plenty of stories to compare. By the time they reached the block where Luke's cabin was, they realized that Andy didn't have to be their only joint point of interest. But now it was time to get back the most important woman in their lives. And if she was in bad shape, Jameson better pray that the back up teams got there sooner rather than later.

Inside the cabin…

Andy was out of breath and in more pain than she had planned to be in. Her escape plan had required more contortions of her body than it could take, so here she was with a dislocated shoulder. Luckily, that was her worst injury. Jameson was sprawled on the floor, out cold. She knew her yoga classes would come in handy. Now all she needed was for someone to pass by and hear her screams. She had managed to get her left hand out of the cuff before Jameson had returned. Her left thumb is double jointed, which gave her the edge she needed to get out of the first pair of handcuffs. She didn't use this trick on their first night as rookies, wanting to keep it as a secret advantage, just in case. She tried not to think too hard about how cynical she was for thinking there would be a time when she would be in handcuffs. It had come in handy in the end. She had pretended that both her hands were still tied to the post, waiting until Jameson had gotten near enough to the bed, before swinging around and delivering the hardest kick possible to his head. Luckily for her, the bed was a canopy. The blow had spun him backwards, right into one of the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Unluckily, swinging around so quickly to strike before he realized what was happening caused so much momentum that she landed on the floor on the side of the bed. Her right arm protested the movement, since it was tied so much higher than floor level. She had been trying to get out of the other handcuff since then. Unfortunately, she didn't have any hairpins or other sharp objects to use as a pick, and Jameson's body was too far from the head of the bed for her to reach. All that was left to do was wait until somebody came or he woke up. She was hoping for the first scenario. Examining the handcuff tying her right wrist to the bedpost for the dozenth time, she was about to try to reach his body again when she heard someone walking lightly on the gravel outside. Taking a deep breath she yelled as loud as she could…

Sam was heading towards the front door while Drew went around back. There was no way Jameson was going to leave the cabin without being taken down. Sam was waiting the required time needed for Drew to get into place before they made their move. But he forgot all about protocol when he heard a woman, his woman, yell from inside.

"SOMEONE, HELP!"

Forgetting why he needed to wait, he kicked down the door to the cabin, gun raised.

I can't believe it's been almost a month. Classes have been kicking my ass, but I promise that this story will be finished. There isn't much left to go. Enjoy!