Strike Three. Chapter 11. Needs.
I don't own Rookie Blue.
No words are needed. Their hands unthinkingly go back. Go back to knowing exactly how they used too. Back in the simpler times.
She grips at his neck as much as she can to get him to kiss her harder. She needs all of him, on all of her. Their mouths don't have time for air. Sam's lips consume Andy's, she doesn't have time for air. Sam doesn't have time for air because, well, this is Andy. He trails his hands over her body to find the top button of her blouse.
"Sam."
The sound of his name snaps him out of his day dream. His eyes vert back to reality. He's standing one foot from Andy's legs hanging off his desk. Andy reaches over his desk to pick up his phone that's ringing.
"Sam." Andy tries to get him out of whatever daze he's been in for the past few minutes.
Where we about to kiss? Andy secretly blushes but helps out Sam here to hide her shyness about what just happened, what just didn't happen. She can't help but think that they were both, at the same time, leaning into each other. And yet they both know they were most definitely not about to kiss.
They caught themselves in the moment and in the next moment they both swayed their heads back although Sam's thoughts couldn't help but stay forward.
Sam's cell phone continues to ring.
Andy hovers her thumb over the answer button. This motion knocks Sam's head back into reality. Sam takes his phone out of her hands. He looks at the number and takes in a large breath. With that the mood immediately changes to their work one. The one Andy promised herself she would keep too.
Sam doesn't answer just yet.
"What?" Andy opens her loud mouth.
Sam quickly opens up the folder Andy put on his desk earlier and sifts through papers.
Andy knows he's looking up a phone number. "Who is it?"
"McNally." Sam holds up his finger to shush her before he answers the phone. "Yeah?"
Andy takes the paper away from Sam's hand with a look.
"Frederick, hey." Sam says into his phone.
Andy's eyes go big. She recognizes the name from his drug case this morning.
What the hell. Andy hits his arm. Clearly you didn't tell me everything. How is he calling you now?
"Right now?" Sam asks into the phone.
Andy slides Sam away from his desk with her body and sits down in his chair to look up Sam'a notes from the drug case this morning.
"Sure I'll be there-" Sam gets cut off. "Yeah, twenty minutes. You better show up."
He hangs up the phone and reviews his folder. "I don't need information for this guy McNally."
Andy scoffs. Aren't we cool?
Sam basically rolls his eyes. He takes the jacket from behind her on the chair. "He's harmless."
"Okay. But what the hell was that?" Andy asks and walks over to Traci's desk. She slips on her fitted leather jacket.
He puts his jacket on.
"Explain." Andy stands up in front of him.
"McNally, this guy is an informant I've been trying to meet up with for months. He always chickens out." He starts walking out. "We better move."
Andy doesn't think twice at his use of the word 'we.'
"But why tonight?" Andy doesn't keep her questions limited.
"Because tonight's the night McNally." Sam fixes his collar.
But he stops in the doorway. He thinks twice at his use of the word.
Andy groans. She opens up a drawer at the desk across from Sam's and pockets an object. "Sam, move." She pushes his back.
"Alright but we are not loading your gun." Sam states.
"Oh please." She says sober now. "I'm still a better shot than you."
"Oh are you?" Sam plays along. "Why would you say that?"
Andy brings a finger to her chin. "Hm. Actually. Swarek." She points to him. "You said so."
Sam stops in awe.
Andy flips hair off her shoulder and continues walking to the gun room.
After all those times Andy's walked away from him. This is the first time he's enjoying it.
"I only said that so they wouldn't suspend you!" Sam informs her.
He just hears her cackling laugh in the distance.
I haven't heard that laugh in a while.
Andy let's Sam win this one. She has an empty gun on her waist.
Sam drives down the dark alley they are meeting Frederick in. The only light there is, is from the radio and clock. It illuminates a soft glow on the two of them. There's that moment feeling between them again. They're alone together in a secluded area, that's when their sense heat up. When they realize their reality. But the moment never last long enough for them to say or do anything about it.
But Andy's questions haven't stopped because Sam's actually answering them now.
"Okay, yeah, this guy is fidgety, he'll ask us lot of questions so that we don't ask him any." Sam answers.
"Pft. I'll get it out of him." Andy waves her hand.
Sam holds up a finger. "Oh no, you're not leaving the car."
Andy crosses her arms. We'll see about that.
"What kind of information do you need?" Andy asks seriously.
Sam slows the detective car down and pulls to a stop. "There was a murder last week-"
"The Thompson murder, yeah." Andy finishes for him.
Sam looks over at her. "We kept that one out of public eyes."
"And?" Andy reminds him not to be worried about how much she knows. "I'm not public eyes! I'm 5-0."
"What?" Sam says too fast.
"A cop?" Andy informs.
Sam rubs his eyes. Oh right.
Andy can't help but laugh now.
Sam turns serious again. "Okay the murder was during a gun exchange-"
Andy cuts in. "Wait really? I just thought it was drugs-"
"McNally." Sam stops her. "Public eyes, remember?"
"Right." Andy reminds herself that tomorrow she's going to have to forget she knows this. "Wait, so this exchange is off the books?"
She points at the obvious fact that neither of them are 'on duty.'
Sam shakes his head. Wow she still talks a lot. "We haven't thought that far ahead McNally, let's just-"
"-get this information, right." Andy cuts him off without knowing.
Sam sighs. "The shooting was during a gun exchange, we kept that out of public eyes so that the gang wouldn't know we know."
"So it was an illegal exchange." Andy says.
"But Thompson, the seller, got greedy, wanting more money. The buyer didn't have that kind of cash so they shot Thompson."
"Frederick was there." Andy puts together.
"He got away." Sam's mind is working on overdrive.
"How much?" Andy asks.
"We have fifty guns floating around as well as loads of cash." Sam sighs.
Andy listens intently. "Guns and money, the only thing left is-"
"Drugs." Sam cuts in.
"Ah. And that's where your drug guy comes in. The one from this morning."
Sam checks his watch. "Yesterday morning, yeah."
"So what did he tell you?" Andy asks.
"Well, we got the drug exchange squared away with his information."
"But he wasn't a part of the gun exchange?"
Sam nods no. "The guy didn't show up. My guess is he got spooked with the drugs and sent a middleman to do their business."
"Frederick." Andy answers her own question.
"Right. Now I just have to figure out who his boss is and tie him to the exchange with Frederick's information and-"
"-then the case is solved." Andy nods. "But. Actually you need to find the guns as well."
"We'll worry about the the boss first." Sam reminds her. "Let's not get crazy."
Sam reminds Andy of the time she and Dov went out their way and found illegal guns in a mechanics workshop.
Andy tiredly smiles at this.
He looks over at her, her eyes are tired. He debates on bailing this little operation just so he can take Andy home. She looks exhausted, so tired he can see it in her eyes. Yeah, of course, it gives her face character, but Andy can only keep it up for so long. He wants to drop this, she was up crazy late last night and its already past midnight now. Sam doesn't know about the nights before but they probably can't be too different.
They're just waiting on Frederick to show up now. Sam shuts the car off but leaves the headlights on, he gets comfortable in his chair.
Andy does the same. She leans her arm on the door rest and places her head on her hand.
Sam sighs. Andy doesn't notice he's trying to say something. If she knew she would help him out but right now her mind is so unfocused on their relationship. She shut that off to focus on this mini mission.
"McNally." Sam breathes out.
Andy stays unfocused. "Hm?"
Sam looks up from his hands and to her. "Andy?"
This gets her attention, she turns her head towards him to see him watching her. She lifts her head up fully to face him. She sees now that he's trying to say something now. She doesn't respond, she just opens her ears.
Sam knows that he just wants to drive Andy home. He feels guilty for not being the one to save Oliver. He wants to make up for it, or at least apologize for it. Or at least talk about it. Sam's frightened, he doesn't know what's in him that has him have this urge to talk to her. If he was being entirely honest, if he could be entirely honest with her, he would tell her he's been thinking about it all day. He's been thinking about her all day. He's been thinking about how he wasn't there for her, or at least there to help her, how she was there to pick up the pieces after he dropped one.
Sam starts with the subject of the conversation he needs to have. "About-"
"There he is." Andy interrupts his thoughts.
Sam looks up to see Frederick walk into the view of the headlights.
Sam opens his door. "Alright stay here."
He gets out and closes his door. He waits a moment to hear Andy, right on cue, get out as well.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Frederick freaks. "Who's the lady."
Sam holds up his hands in defense because Frederick digs his hands into his jacket pockets.
Andy walks up next to Sam.
Sam stutters for words, because he looks at Andy not in uniform, he can't introduce her as officer. He stops himself from saying it just in time.
"I'm detective McNally." Andy holds up the badge she got from Traci's desk. "Nice to meet you."
She reaches a hand to shake so he can calm down.
Frederick approves after a second. "Yeah, you too Detective."
Frederick pulls out one hand so they can shake hands.
Andy grins her eyes up at Sam.
Sam nods in approval. They're already breaking rules, why not impersonate a detective too?
"Fred, buddy, would you mind showing me your other hand?" Sam motions with his hands.
"Detective." Frederick moans to Andy.
"We just want to make sure everyone's safe, alright?" Andy informs him.
Frederick nods and eventually takes out his other hand and puts them up in defense.
"Alright buddy. What do you got for me?" Sam crosses his arms.
"No, no, no." Frederick takes a step back. "What do you got for me?"
Sam sighs.
"Frederick." Andy starts.
"Yeah?" He answers her.
Andy crosses her arms and gives off an essence of authority. "Can we talk honestly here?"
Frederick looks to the side and nods ever so slightly.
Andy nods. "This morning, were you or your boss involved in a bank theft of some sort?"
"This morning?" Frederick huffs out a laugh. "Nah, we weren't even in town."
"Where were you?" Sam cuts into the conversation.
Frederick scoffs. "I ain't telling you."
"Frederick." Andy takes a step. "We can't do anything to help you if we don't get the answers we need.
He doesn't respond for a moment.
"Where were you?"
"I was driving him out of town." Frederick says softly.
"The exhange spooked him right?" Sam jumps in. "He wanted to get out."
Frederick gives a slight nod.
"Can you tell me your bosses name? We can start with that. Right?"
After a moment Frederick nods and looks to the side. "Elliot. Prescott Elliot."
Together Sam and Andy get what they need from Frederick. Enough anyways to follow a lead. A lead that will be followed tomorrow. Sam drove them back to the station. Andy questioned it at first but Sam just said he wanted to drop off the detective car and get his truck back. They put their guns away together. Andy put Traci's badge back in her desk as if nothing happened. And she helped Sam clean up the office to make it look like he wasn't in there working on this one case. Now Sam's driving his truck with Andy next to him. Sam and Andy spent their car ride reminiscing about nights like tonight.
It's almost one in the morning when Sam pulls next to Andy's apartment and she turns and smiles at him.
"I'm pretty damn sure this beats out Peck and Nash's dares." Sam tries to smile back but he's wondering if now is a time to talk to her.
"And Chloe too!" Andy doesn't want to leave out her new best friend.
"That's right." He almost feels bad for the rookie. "You wound Price up in your shenanigans."
Andy blinks a lot. "Shenanigans?! Really that's what-" She stops herself and notices something right before they walk inside.
Sam notices it too. Andy turns around to the parking lot. Gail's car isn't here. That means that none of them are here either probably. Sam looks back down at her, he sees that girls night was at her place tonight.
He opens the front door for her apartment building. He continues to walk inside beside her down the hall.
"They wouldn't still be out." Sam reads her mind. "They probably took a cab downtown to Dov's because you weren't home."
"Right." Andy nods her head. "None of them have a key either, I think."
Sam changes the subject to a lighter one once they enter the hallway to her front door.
He turns to face her. "So then what would you call it?"
"What?" Andy looks up and sees how Sam's eyes are somehow glowing in the dim light of the hallway. Her breath catches again. "Tonight?"
Sam nods.
Andy's voice is sober. "Oh um." didn't you say that tonight's… the night? Or something?
Sam was expecting her to say 'girls night of course' in an obnoxious voice and hit his side, but she doesn't. She uses a voice that scares him. His breath catches too. He hasn't had a McNally experience like this in a while, so it catches him off guard. But somehow… somehow he composes himself and challenges her even more than she challenged him. "I thought you called it a girls night-"
"Ah, but." Andy steps in closer. "We're breaking a rule right now." She points to his chest.
Chloe said it earlier, it's girls night and that means no boys allowed, at all.
Sam takes her hand and holds it against his chest. "Oh, then I should go."
Andy shakes her head. "Since when do you follow the rules?"
Sam answers right away. No sutter. "Since they're not worth breaking anymore."
Andy gets lost in his words. They lead her into his mind, his thoughts.
The rules aren't worth breaking anymore. This isn't a game where it's easy to cheat and get away with breaking the rules. It isn't the game it was when Andy was with Luke and Sam stood back from them. It isn't even the game they played when they first got together on Sam's operation. It isn't the game where they acted like teenagers and went to work in last nights clothes. It isn't a game anymore, because the rules aren't worth breaking anymore. The stakes are higher, more things are at risk, because of their past. They played around in the beginning. But now it's not a game and Sam's learned how to not break the rules. He knows this now. Why didn't he understand it before? Of course the stakes are different now because he... he's with Marlo. But this is Andy. Andy is everything for him, he knows this, he's always known this.
Andy's mouth is dry with how long she's kept it hanging open. She looks at his chest and sees his hand still around hers. She leans forward and rests her forehead on his chest and pulls his hand down. "Wanna drink?" Andy swallows. "I need a beer, been drinking wine all night and-"
Sam reaches his free hand into his jacket pocket. Andy sees the motion as her head is down.
"Yeah, remember now?" Andy says in annoyance.
Out of habit he reached for his spare keys for Andy's apartment.
"Your actions are back about a year." She mutters.
Sam wants to roll his eyes but he reaches into his other pocket and pulls out a set of keys. They're for Andy's apartment.
Sam motions to how she doesn't have a bag on her and all she's got is him by her side. He unlocks the door.
Andy brushes past him and flips on a lamp to illuminate her apartment. She stands still and crosses her arms there. Her back is facing Sam. He doesn't plan on staying but he lets her door close. He keeps himself from sighing out loud because he knows that would put Andy down in a certain way. So instead he rubs the back of his neck. It's actually been a while since I've been here.
"So where's your phone?" He figures she doesn't have it on herself.
His question makes Andy realize she doesn't have her phone. Sam sees her pat her short pockets and then put her head down in her hands.
"You lost it?" Sam tries to help. "Where do you think-"
"I." Andy rubs her eyes slowly, refuses now to face him. "I left it in Nick's truck."
Sam doesn't have a verbal response so he now satisfies for a sigh. Not a loud or obnoxious one made for show but a serious one. He still doesn't know how he feels about her and Nick. He knows he should not be considering Marlo, but, she is always his concern. Andy needs the best. Right then, Sam loses his words, his urge to talk to her. Actually he still has the urge, but he holds it in for her best interest. She needs a good man, a man like Nick. Sam talking to her won't help her understand that anymore then she doesn't right now.
Andy turns around after a minute to face him. "I'll get it in the morning." She says in the softest tone ever.
Sam quickly responds with a nod, letting her know that's a good idea and the right idea. He catches her eyes. Tears in them, almost.
Andy lifts the side of her mouth. Sam doesn't find words, he can't. "Okay." He uses a soft tone like hers.
He reaches forward and Andy knows what he's going for.
"I'm okay." She holds up a hand. "I can get in bed by myself."
Sam backs down. "Okay."
"Okay." Andy repeats. "See you tomorrow."
Sam opens the door. "See you in the morning."
Andy stifles a fake laugh. "Goodnight Sam."
"Night McNally." He tells her before he slips out of the room and into the hall.
Andy closes the door and locks it. She looks down and and puts her hand on the door like she put her hand on his chest. She whispers. "I miss you."
Sam walks out and waits to hear the door lock. When he does he puts his hands in his pockets and mans up in the best way he can. He faces her closed door and whispers. "I miss you."
Okay. There it is. I took a while with this one mainly because I've been working on the next chapter and I want to have that one done before I post this. And i do have it done! I just have to review for spelling errors... and I also want to contemplate this one scene I got going on, I don't know if it's too soon for it or what but it feels funny. I wish I had another person to help me review my chapters and have a second input before I post these! I always want to go back and change things the second I hit post! SEASON 5 PREMIERES JUNE 19TH! It's later but who cares guys really, it will be worth it. This show is worth it!
