This comes from episode 3 of season 2. Thanks for the continued support!
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Andy had been tossing backing and forth, looking for a comfortable position for the past couple hours. She kicked at the sheets, trying to turn to look at the clock beside her bed. 2:14…2:14 in the morning and she was still awake. She had an eventful day; she should be sound asleep, exhausted from her day. She had cleaned her condo, run errands all around town, her day had been filled with things, but for some reason she was still awake.
She turned to the lamp on the other side of her bed, switching it on and grabbing her phone before lying back down and staring at the ceiling. She was trying to talk herself out of what she wanted to do. He was probably asleep and she didn't want to wake him, but she felt like if she was awake he should be awake too; although logically that made no sense. She looked around the room for anything that could entertain her or get her to sleep, but spotted nothing. She groaned loudly before doing what she had just been trying to talk herself out of doing.
She pushed three on her speed dial and put the phone to her ear, cringing at what she was doing. It was two in the morning; of course she would be waking him. Too late now.
His face was pushed against his pillow as he lay on his stomach, snoring quietly. His ringtone started blaring through the darkness of his room as he was startled awake. He reached out blindly, trying to find the source of the loud noise. His hand wrapped around it after the second ring, connecting the call as he brought it to his ear. "Hello?" he groaned out, somewhat muffled by the pillow his face was up against.
"Hey, it's me. Andy . . . obviously." His body had gone ridged at the sound of her voice, afraid she was in trouble, but he relaxed as she started rambling. "I can't believe you answered. I just can't sleep and I called you and woke you up and now I feel terrible. Just pretend like this never happened, okay? I'm sorry, bye."
She had been talking a mile a minute and didn't give him any time to get a word in before she hung up. He turned on his bedside lamp and flipped onto his back still grasping his phone.
She hung up and dropped her phone onto her stomach and grabbed the pillow beside her, throwing it over her face and let out a frustrated scream. Why did he do this to her? Well, he didn't do anything, it was just him. He was just so . . . he was just Sam. That was it. He, as himself, as a person, as an attractive man, turned her into a blubbering idiot. He wasn't even physically present, but just the thought of him, the knowledge that he is on the other end of that phone call made her ramble.
What ever possessed her to actually go through with that phone call? The same thing that turned her into an incoherent fool . . . Sam. She threw the pillow back down beside herself and ran her hands through her hair, scolding herself for waking him up. Her phone suddenly came to life, her ringtone blaring through the otherwise silent condo. She picked it up off her stomach and saw Sam's name light up on her screen. She cringed as she answered it, imagining the different ways his anger would be made known to her. "I'm sorry." She stated, replacing the usual 'hello'.
"You already said that." He answered back, smiling at his ceiling as he thought of her flustered state. "What're you doing McNally?" She had called him because she couldn't sleep, but also because she obviously wanted to talk to him and she had hung up before he had the chance to say anything besides 'hello'. Calling her back was the only option. Well, not the only option, but it was the option he had chosen, because he wanted to talk to her too.
"Oh you know, scolding myself." He chuckled and shook his head, although she couldn't see it. "For what?"
"For waking you up."
"I was only asleep because I had nothing better to do . . . and now I do."
She smiled at his remark. "I highly doubt that talking to me is better than sleeping. Sleep is very important."
"Yet you're still awake." He chuckled.
"I told you, I can't sleep. I've been laying her for the past two hours and nothing."
"So what, you called me to sing you to sleep? I can assure you that is not going to happen."
She laughed and joked back. "Darn. The only reason I kept your number was in case I needed someone to sing me to sleep. Now when I really need it, I find out you're useless."
He laughed, but couldn't think of anything witty to reply with so he stayed quiet, listening to the soft sounds filtering through her phone. He could hear her sheets rustling as she moved around, still not saying anything.
She had turned off her lamp and settled onto her side, facing the empty space on the other side of the bed, imagining him there staring at her from the empty bedside. "Sam?"
His eyes were closed, picturing her questioning face. "Hmm?"
"I'm glad you called back."
His tongue went to his cheek somewhat hiding a smile, although nobody was there to see it anyways. "Me too."
He heard her let out a yawn and smiled at the simple noise. "Am I boring you McNally?"
"Your voice is just soothing." She whispered into the phone sleepily.
"All right, time for bed. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Mhmm."
"Hang up the phone, Andy."
"M'kay. 'Night Sam."
"Goodnight." He replied softly, despite the fact that he had heard the call disconnect already.
He put his phone back on the nightstand and turned off his lamp. He rolled onto his side, quickly falling back into a peaceful sleep.
He was laughing with Shaw when she walked out of the station, heading for the squad car to start the day. He fell into step besides her as she was passing him and grabbed the coffee that she offered. "Thanks." He got into the driver's seat, taking a sip of the coffee before sticking it snuggly into the cup holder. "How'd you sleep?" He asked, his dimples highlighted as he smiled at her.
"Great . . . once I got to sleep. What about you?"
He started the engine and answered, "Good, except I got this phone call in the middle of the night."
She knew he wasn't mad and she had already apologized, so she wasn't going to apologize again. "Weird, me too."
He shook his head and put the car in drive, heading out for their shift.
Their day had been eventful, but it was good. Exciting. They were on a really interesting case and they had been enjoying the absurdity of it all. They almost hit a guy as they roll up to the scene, only to find out he was one of the drivers in the crash, and the car he was driving had three human heads in the trunk. It wasn't pleasant to see, but Sam had figured making a joke out of it would be better than assuming the worst.
"What kind of person cuts people's heads off and drives around with them?"
"Day like today, you got two options, either werewolves or zombies, but I give it to the werewolves." He said, opening the door to their squad.
"Why?"
"Everybody knows zombies can't drive." He said, giving her a ridiculously stupid smile that she couldn't help but smile back at.
Their day had been filled with jokes, made mostly by him, so they weren't very good jokes, but they still made her laugh. She had been chasing their suspect through the hospital where he bit her finger in order to get away. Although Sam wanted to make sure she was alright, he had no problem making another joke out of the situation.
He was holding her hand, examining the finger that had been bitten. "It's fine . . . seriously." She whined at him, trying to make him believe her.
"You're sure?"
"He didn't even break the skin."
He lifted his eyes to her face, keeping as straight a face as possible as he said, "Okay . . . but if you start to transform . . . I ain't gonna think twice." Tapping his gun as he said the last part, trying to get the joke across, to which she laughed in reply.
It was playful, it was pretty much like any other day spent on shift together until dispatch came over the radio stating where their suspect was. She turned to Sam a confused look on her face, "That's my dad's street, that's where he lives." Sam turned back to the road, flipping on the lights and pressing on the gas pedal.
They pulled up to assist Gail and Dov, who clearly had it under control. Dov had him pinned to the ground, throwing cuffs around his wrists as Gail picked a gun up off the ground. "Guy had this."
Andy looked at it, instantly making the connection, "That's my dad's gun." She stated with a horrified look on her face. If their suspect had it, she assumed he had done something fatal to obtain it. She took off at a sprint towards the apartment building, flying up the stairs to find her dad's door cracked open. She shoved past it and found her dad lying on the floor, blood seeping through his shirt. She became hysterical, not being able to think of what to do.
Sam came in right behind her, yelling at her to grab something to put over the wound. He radioed for an ambulance with their location, grabbing the towels from Andy and pushing them to the gun shot. "Sam."
"It's gonna be alright. Look at me! Alright, he's gonna be fine. He's still alive. Just stay with me alright?"
"He's been in there a really long time." She stated in an unhopeful tone.
He turned in the hard plastic chair that he had been seated in for the last few hours. "He's in the best possible hands."
She looked at him with a teary face, stopping the fidgeting that she was doing with the necklace her father had given her years ago. "Yeah." She sighed out, trying to have a little more faith.
They stood from their chairs as the surgeon came out. "How is he?" Sam voiced the question both needed answered.
"We got the bullet out, but he lost a lot of blood. The next 48 hours are critical."
"Can I see him?" She asked with pleading eyes.
"Sorry officer, ICU's restricted. Family only."
"I'm his daughter. I'm all he has."
She glanced at Andy's name tag, noticing the last name. "I'm sorry. Come on."
Sam watched as they walked away. She turned to look at him as she walked through the doors, not saying anything. He sat back onto the hard chair that he had come to hate. The chair that he now associated with Andy's tear stained face.
He called Jerry, asking him to bring him the stuff from his locker, and asking him to get Traci to grab Andy's things, as well as bringing Sam's truck when he came to the hospital. As soon as Jerry brought him his things, he changed out of his uniform and had Jerry take his duty belt, back to the barn knowing he would be returning to type up his notes. He settled back into the despised chair, listening intently for the sound of the doors opening, his head whipping to the side every time it opened to see if it was Andy. He waited patiently as a couple more hours passed.
She pushed through the doors, coming back to where she had been waiting for new information on her dad. She was surprised to see Sam sitting in the same chair, head turned to look at her. She gave him a watery smile as she walked towards him. He stood up as she stopped in front of him. They watched each other for a moment before she turned and started walking out. He grabbed their bags and followed after her, watching her carefully as she walked. He drove her to her condo. As soon as he was parked, she was climbing out, not bothering to say anything. He grabbed her bag out of the back, locked the truck, and ran after her. She was standing in front of her door, staring at it, not attempting to open it, just staring. She was starting to make him nervous. "Andy?"
She turned her head towards him, fresh tears wetting her face. "I can't get in. I don't have my keys." She choked out. He fumbled through the zippers on her bag, retrieving her keys and unlocking the door, stepping in behind her. She walked through her condo, not seeming to be noticing anything. Her body was doing the actions, but her brain wasn't really registering anything around her.
She walked into her bedroom, Sam following her down the hall slowly and stopping outside of the doorway. She kicked off her shoes and started taking off her equipment belt. She pulled of her vest and uniform shirt, dropping them to the floor. Sam turned and walked back into the living room, giving her some privacy.
He had been sitting on the couch for a few minutes before he heard her quiet sobs. He walked back into room and saw her swaying in the middle of her bed. She had her arms wrapped around her legs, her head resting on her knees as she rocked herself back and forth, trying to calm down. Sam hesitantly said her name, but she didn't respond. He walked to the side of the bed and tried again, still getting no response. He gently touched her shoulder and her crying became louder, unable to be held back any longer.
He sat down on the bed behind her, his legs on either side of her, his chest pressed to her back, and his hands rubbing soothingly around her arms and shoulders. "I'm right here, okay? It's okay, I've got you." He sat behind her, repeating himself over and over as he tried to calm her down.
Her crying had stopped and her breaths had begun to slow. Her exhaustion had taken over and she had fallen asleep. He continued his soothing motions for a couple more minutes before moving out from behind her and laying her down. He covered her with a blanket and grabbed her duty belt and vest before quietly leaving her room. He grabbed her keys off the coffee table where he had placed them and silently walked out of the condo, locking the door before heading to his truck.
Walking into the station, he placed her things into her locker in the equipment room before heading back out to his truck. He stopped at his house, grabbing a change of clothes, before brushing his teeth and leaving again.
He crept silently back into her condo and waited for any noises, but they never came, she must still be asleep. He slipped his shoes off before lying down on the couch and falling asleep. He was going to be there for her when she woke up.
I know it's a little far-fetched, but let's pretend like it actually makes sense.
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