So I really want to thank you for the super awesome reviews! And nana-puddin, your question will be answered in the next few chapters, I think. Or at the end of the story. On another note, I am confused whether o should write the second part as a sequel to this, or just stick with the one story. You tell me, haha.

Chapter 10

Jerry pulled the pillow tighter over his ears, trying to block out the rough sound assaulting him. He gave up quickly, throwing the pillow across the bedroom. The barking wouldn't stop; he knew it never would, until Sammy returned. It wasn't like he'd get any sleep anyways, with Callaghan keeping Sam and Andy. He reached over, switching on the lamp next to the bed. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, sitting up. He was tired, angry, annoyed, and willing Molly to shut up. He knew there was no point in yelling, it wouldn't help. So he got off the bed, walking down the hall to the back room before the neighbors had the chance to call.

He opened the door to the back room quietly, but loud enough for Molly not to be surprised. The multi-coloured dog sat in the crate, Sam's shirt wrapped around her. She stared at Jerry, recognition on her face. She let out one last whimper before trying to walk over to Jerry. She was healing well, her injuries still causing pain, though. Jerry kneeled down in front of the crate, stroking the soft fur of her head. She reached out to lick his hand, greeting him. Her stub was wiggling, but it was superficial. Jerry knew she wasn't truly happy, she couldn't be.

~Flashback~

Jerry's car pulled into Sam Swarek's driveway, putting it in park. He waited for a few moments, before honking the horn. He rolled down his window, ready to yell out at Sam, he stopped when he heard the barking coming from the backyard. He opened his door, locked the car, and followed the noise to the gate. He peered over and could hardly contain the smile at the sight.

Sam was running around in the backyard, rope toy in hand, as a small, odd looking, dog ran behind him, barking eagerly. Jerry laughed out loud when Sam tripped over a rock, falling on the soft grass. The puppy jumped on his chest, licking and nipping and barking. Jerry took the opportunity to open the gate and walk into the backyard. The small dog noticed, jumping in front of Sam and barked protectively. Sam chuckled and grabbed her sides, pulling her to him. He stood up, picked up the dog, and held her in his arms.

"Hey, Jerry. What's up?" Sam asked, laughing as the dog licked his face and wiggled. Jerry shook his head, laughing along with him.

"Oh, nothing much. I just came to pick up my best friend, who was supposed to be at my house about half an hour ago, for poker. But when I came to get him, he was playing with some dog. Even if it is a puppy." Truthfully, Jerry wasn't angry at all. He knew he blew off poker nights plenty of times when his late dog, Joey, was sick. Sam chuckled at him, holding the small dog at arm's length, trying to hand her to Jerry.

"Sorry, buddy, I kind of got caught up," he looked at the dog, then at Jerry, "You want to hold her'? I only got her yesterday." Jerry looked at Sam, almost breaking out into laughter.

"Well, I wonder what people would say if they knew bad-ass Swarek had a little puppy?" Jerry teased. Even then, he put his arms under the dog's front legs, picking her up and holding her. She licked his face, and he could feel her stub of a tail wagging against his arm.

"Ha ha, very funny. Her name is Molly, she's five months. And she's a pain in the ass, but I'm sure she'll be okay."

"Hey, Sammy," Jerry started, an idea coming to him, "how about we have poker night here, you can keep an eye on her and bring her out whenever."

"Yeah, sure, but you'll have to tell Ollie."

"Deal."

~End of flashback~

Jerry laughed as Molly's paw came in contact with his face, telling him to pet her again. He stood up, stepping into the large crate with the dog. She pulled herself to him, curling into his lap before falling asleep.

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Andy jolted awake when she heard Sam's screams. She looked up and seen Luke standing over Sam, hands clenched. Sam was once again tied up and gagged. Luke yelled at him to be quiet, and then hit him again. Sam groaned in pain, and then made eye contact with Andy. His dark eyes were wide, in pain. Andy pulled at her hands, which were still bound.

"Luke, let him go!" she screamed, Luke's head whipping around to face her. Momentarily forgetting about Sam. He stalked over to her, grabbing her chin in his hand. He breathed on her face, and she visibly recoiled, disgusted.

"Hey, Callaghan, where's your buddy, Boyd?" Sam spoke up, once he spit his gag out, trying to get Luke away from Andy. He kicked his legs, pulling at his wrists, and made a scene. I have to get him away. Luke laughed at his attempts, walking over to him. He grabbed Sam's cuffs, unhooking them from the wall, and pulled him up.

"Now, Sammy, you better behave, or Andy here gets it. I'm going to put you in a room upstairs, and then have some fun with Andy. So let's go." He pulled Sam with him up the stairs. Andy could hear the bolted door open and she sighed. God, what's he going to do to me? Wait, Sam's upstairs, so he'll find a way out, he'll break open a door and get out!

She pushed herself into the corner as she heard Luke re-enter the room. He stood in front of her, brushing hair out of her face and holding it in his hands. She whimpered as his other hand closed around his mouth. She made one last attempt and bit his hand. Hard. But it became useless when his hand reached down and slapped her across the face.

"You bitch, you shouldn't have done that." He hit her again and everything when black.

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Jerry's office was silent, with the exception of a few words from the occupants in it. Crowded in his office were Jerry, Traci, Noelle, Oliver, Frank and even Molly, who Jerry felt was in self-destruct mode and needed to be watched. Traci, Jerry, and Oliver were crowded at the desk, Frank and Noelle sat at a table in the corner, and Molly was lying on a dog bed in the corner.

"Jerry, do me a favor and clip Molly's lead on, then take her to the truck," came Traci's nervous voice. Everyone's head popped up, as Jerry grabbed the rope and attached it to the dog's collar.

"Why?"

"I know where they are."

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Ohhhhh cliffy! Ha ha, can you guess where they are? I'll give you a hint; it's been featured on the show. I just tricked it out quite a bit, he, he. Any suggestions I am very opened to, I have a plan where the story is going, but I want some suggestions on what you guys want to happen!