Hey there! Here's a new chapter! :) I have some people pushing me and I'm in serious Rookie Blue withdrawal so they're coming pretty fast! I'm almost caught up with my French version! Only one more chapter!

That episode is one of my favorite ones in season 1, I like all the small moments between Sam and Andy, the way he wants to protect her, with Luke and with his dad! Anyway, I love it! So here it is! It's another Hurt/Comfort (I know I'm always doing those! But this episode was asking for it!)

I hope you like it!


It's not just your dad I'm looking out for. If Tommy becomes a suspect, no matter how good you are, how straight, it's gonna stick to you, and you don't deserve that.

The wind was blowing pretty hard today and I was trying to get my hair out of my face. I was on the edge of the old beach, the same beach where I went looking for seashells when my dad when I was young, but this time I wasn't looking at the ground for small seashells, I was looking for small bullet shells.

"Your dad is a good shot, even when he's loaded." Sam told me holding a pierced can from the tip of his fingers.

I raised my head, his voice taking me out of my thoughts as I tried to climb back up helping me with the concrete block.

"Thanks. Remind me not to call you as a character witness when he's on trial for his life." I told him on a bittersweet tone even if I knew it wasn't his fault if my dad was an alcoholic who had probably screwed up his life.

Sam threw the can away before turning back to talk to me. I could see he wanted to go back to the precinct, and even if I understood where he was coming from, it was pissing me off that he was that impatient.

"Andy we've been here half an hour okay." He told me on a controlled voice. "We gotta get back to the barn; see if they made any progress." He finished, trying to make me understand his point of view.

He jumped from the cement block he was on and followed me as I went around the old house. He raised his arms toward the sky to ask me what I wanted to do more.

"No. I know. Just a couple more minutes, Sam. Please." I said my voice a bit more rude that I would've wanted.

"Look, Andy, even if we find some shells, there's no way to prove when they were fired... Last night or last week." He continued on a tone that he wanted patient.

I got another aluminum can from the ground, looking at the holes covering it before I threw it back on the ground. It was too old to be here only since yesterday night. Sam took a few steps toward me and I turned before raising my arms, it wasn't my fault.

"I know my dad is a drunk. Okay? I know he's messed up. He's not gonna throw his entire life away on some random ex-con!" I said on a frustrated tone.

I turned back, facing away from my partner as I heard him sigh, just like he was preparing to announce me something bad. My hair got in front of my face again and I pushed it behind my ear for the thousandth time.

"Kaliciak is not any ex-con, okay? Listen to me." He said shrugging as I turned to face him. "About six years ago, when your dad was working homicide, they found this girl... Tina Walters. Remember her? 18, dump in an industrial park?" He started to explain.

I suddenly realized what case he was talking about... I wasn't that old at the time but I remembered how my dad had worked again and again to catch this guy. I also remembered he started drinking too much in those years, well even before that, and I had so much bad memories linked to then that I was trying to push them away from my head. I shrugged before answering to Sam.

"That was Kaliciak?" I only said as I tried not to let show how much talking about those years was affecting me.

"M.E. figured she'd been killed only a few hours before they found the body, but he held her captive for almost a week. I wasn't working the case myself, but I remember your dad sat for a long time with the girl's mother... single mom. Tina was an only child. I guess your dad could relate." He told me as he looked into my eyes.

I pushed a rebel stray of hair as I looked at my left, getting away from those big brown eyes who could've easily made those emotional barriers I was trying so damn hard to keep up fall down.

"Yeah, well, he caught him." I answered as I vaguely remembered my dad told me they were able to send him to prison.

"Yeah, he caught him. Figured he was responsible for at least three other girls." He said as he took a few steps in my direction. "He caught him, but the case had some holes." He continued before closing his eyes for an instant, like if telling me that information were really hurtful for him. "Tommy was not in top form." He finished, letting me understand the complete meaning of this sentence.

"He blew it." I finally understood.

I looked at the ground, raising my eyebrows as I realized his addiction for alcohol didn't only screw our relationship and a certain part of my life, but had repercussions all the way into his professional life and in the one of people around him.

Sam lowered his eyes too, sighing before finally continuing his explication.

"Prosecutors had to cut a deal... a few years on a weapons charge for some guns they found, but he walked on the rape and murder. I doubt your dad ever forgave himself... or Kaliciak." He finished before looking at me.

I nodded, trying not to let this get to me and I turned my face in direction of the water, hiding my eyes that were probably shinning with tears a bit more I would've wanted.

"It's gonna be okay McNally." Sam told me as I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to put my thoughts in order.

I finally turned to face him, looking in Sam's eyes. He was suddenly real close to me and I lost myself in the depth of his brown eyes, trying to keep a controlled voice as I spoke to him.

"I'm just sick of cleaning up after my dad; maybe we should just take his gun to ballistic. If the gun doesn't match the slugs found in Kaliciak then we know he didn't do it." I only said, letting my hands rest against the length of my body.

"It's not that simple, your dad's officially a murder suspect. Even if he's cleared, it doesn't matter. All the great work he did as a cop, the years of service, it comes apart." He explained on a soft tone, trying to get me to understand what it meant.

However, right now, I didn't really know how to react. Yes, I loved my dad, but was it the good thing to do to cover him and act like we didn't know he could be a murderer?

"Sam, listen, I really appreciate you trying to protect him." I started before he interrupted me, putting his hand in the air to make me stop.

"Andy, if Tommy becomes a suspect, no matter how good you are, how straight, it's gonna stick to you, and you don't deserve that." He said, lowering his eyes to the ground to avoid my eyes.

I slid my hands across my face, deeply sighing as I realized the complete range this case could have on everything. It wasn't the first time my dad caused me some problems, but it had never been that bad.

"It's not only your dad I'm out looking for." He told me as he laid a hand on my shoulder; I nodded, trying to restrain the tears from falling down my cheeks.

"Anyway it wouldn't be the first time I had to suffer the consequences of his actions." I breathed before turning away from Sam almost brutally, taking a couple of steps in the direction of the water.

The waves were hitting the shore at a regular interval while the wind seemed to have decided to completely screw up the ponytail I had done this morning. I just couldn't believe everything that was happening.

First, I had to live with the fact that he had some problems with Kaliciak a few years ago, because I remembered he was pretty messed up about it. He was coming back in the middle of the night and I had to fight to get him to bed. Even if it wasn't the first time I had to do, I still found it hard every time.

Then it became normal for him, my dad couldn't spend a day without coming home completely wasted and I would have to get him undress and into bed. I had learned to make myself diner and I was taking care of the groceries and the cleaning. I had to admit that this period of my life wasn't one when I was really happy…

Sometimes I would've wanted to just get away, run far from this adult life I wasn't quite ready to live yet. But I stayed, and I had learned to live with it. Everything was way better now; I had my own apartment, a job I loved and a reason to get up every morning. However, even after all these years, my father was still finding the way to get me down.

And now Sam was telling me the mistake my dad made about 6 years ago could come and stain my career permanently. It was completely discouraging me. Even if I had some bad days, I really loved that job and I didn't want to lose it.

I took a couple more steps towards the shore and closed my eyes, letting the wind caress my face as I tried to push away all the fear and helplessness I was feeling. When I opened my eyes again my partner was standing beside me. He wasn't doing anything, just stood there, looking at me with one of those looks I had come to recognize over the last few months.

I would've wanted so badly to fall into his arms, to confess everything that was scaring me, everything that had happened in the last years with my father. I wanted to tell him how much I was lost, how I didn't know what to do anymore, but I simply stayed there, my eyes into his as I felt the tears trying to make their way to my cheeks.

"Everything is gonna be fine, you'll see." He simply told me. "We're gonna take care of it, I promise." He continued, raising a hand to push a stray of hair back behind my ear.

"It's exhausting, cleaning up after my father." I only said as he was carefully putting his hand on my cheek, caressing my skin with the tip of his thumb.

"I know Andy, I know." He sighed, and I couldn't stop the shiver that ran through my spine as he said my first name.

I opened my mouth to try and answer him but nothing came out of it and I just stayed there, looking at him as I finally felt a tear making its way on my cheek before he wiped it with his fingers.

He finally drew me into his arms and I didn't fight him, letting myself fall as he held me close, his arms encircling me in a protective way. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my nose in the crook of his neck, finally letting out those tears I had been holding for so long.

I cried for all those hours spent not knowing if my dad was going to come home of if he was going to have an alcohol related accident. I cried for all those occasions he had missed because he was too drunk to remember this or that graduation or school play. And I cried for all those nights where I had gone to bed alone, wishing someone would take care of me just like my partner was taking care of me right now.

Sam was tenderly running his hands up and down my back, whispering comforting thoughts in my ear even if I couldn't hear them clearly due to the wind that was still blowing around us. I continued holding on to him tightly as my tears were slowly fading down.

"I promised you I wouldn't let anything happen to you as long as you were going to be my partner, and I have no idea of giving up that promise." He told me close to my ear as he hugged me one last time before taking a small step back, lowering his forehead down to mine.

"I'm so scared Sam. I'm scared for my dad, and for me, and I hate feeling like that." I simply told him as I looked down, taking a step back.

"I know." He answered on a low voice.

I nodded, appreciating the fact that he wasn't making any comments on my dad, and grateful that he didn't tell me it wasn't reasonable to act this way. He was just listening to me. Even with Luke these past weeks I had troubles being simply listened too. With Sam, it wasn't even a question.

When I finally raised my eyes to look back into his, he was smiling softly. I could see his charming dimples and my god it didn't change anything how many times he would do it; it was still making my heart melt. He was just adorable.

I tried to smile at him a little too as I got closer, my eyes going to his lips as I felt inexplicably drawn to him.

"I'm gonna take care of everything." He softly breathed as I wondered what he was talking about.

Me, my dad, the case… I nodded anyway as he took a small step towards me. We were so close now that I could feel his breath on my lips and I smelt that particular smell that I could've recognized everywhere. It was making my head spin.

The wind got my hair in the way again, making it stick to my lips. I didn't even have the time to think about it, Sam had already brushed it off and he traced the curve of my upper lip, asking me a silent question with his eyes.

We obviously both wanted the same thing, and for once I decided not to overthink this, like Sam called it, and I erased the space between us, placing my mouth on his.

He didn't react right away, letting me slide my hands around his neck, in a gentler way than before. That's when he finally seemed to come out of his stupor and he rested a hand against my cheek while the other came to brush the small of my back, supporting me against him.

I moaned against his mouth as he was caressing my lips with his tongue, still holding me in his arms like I was the most precious thing in the whole wide world. I never felt so safe in my life and I wondered how I could've felt that much scared earlier seeing how now, in Sam's arms, everything just seemed simple and easy.

He left my lips for a moment to go lay a small kiss on each of my still wet eyelids before going back to my mouth. His kiss was still as soft and tender than it was the first time. It was really a world away from the night I had kissed him in his apartment. That night, everything was all about passion and desire, while right now, I had the feeling this kiss was to make me feel safe and to promise me he would always be there.

Sam stayed a few more seconds against me, tracing my inferior lips with his tongue before finally getting back. He looked at me for an instant, resting one last kiss on my lips before smiling at me with that smile that gave me wings every time. He could be such a charmer!

I smiled back at him before shaking my head slowly, everything was so much better when I was with Sam, I told myself one last time as a small breeze lifted up my hair; I sighed softly.

"You're gonna take care of everything." I repeated on a barely audible voice as he continued smiling to me.

I closed my eyes for a second, realizing the fact that my entire life would've been so much easier if Sam Swarek had always been there by my side…


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