Prompt: where sam finds out andy got shot and is dying
"Sam." Traci says from his office door, having just run up the steps.
He pulls his head out of his case file and turns to his partner, wondering if she managed to track down their primary suspect, but when he sees the look on her face, he knows exactly what it is.
The look on her face, he's seen it a few times. He's never been on the receiving end. He's usually standing next to her.
"Your daughter is missing…"
"Your husband is being taken into custody for-"
"We found the body…"
It's practiced art, delivering bad news about a loved one.
"What happened? Where is she?" He asks, rising from his seat and grabbing the jacket off the back of his chair.
He's flying through the barn, already understanding that Nash is going to drive them to whatever hospital they've taken her to.
"Sam, she was shot. They're on the way to Memorial right now. It's… bad. Sam." Traci admits, thinking that giving him the advanced warning would be best.
He doesn't say anything and just enters the sally port, outside parking lot in sight beyond the squad car pulling in. Just because they've been partnered for quite some time now, she knows his tells. She know his clenched fists mean that he's angry about the lack of control in the situation, and that the tightness in his jaw is from impatience. He wants to be there, now.
"No, she'll be fine." He says, yanking open the unmarked detective's car door, sliding into the passenger seat.
Traci doesn't want to start it just yet, she wants to explain exactly what kind of fight Andy's going to have to put up to survive this one. As strong as she thinks her best friend is - knows, her best friend is, she's preparing for the worst. She feels the worst coming.
"Sam, she was shot twice, once in the shoulder, her vest didn't catch it. And the other bullet… The other bullet, Sam, it, it grazed her neck. Dov said it looked like it nicked an artery. There was a lot of blood." She says, feeling bad that can't even look at him while delivering the news.
She's driving anyway, but even when they stop at a red light, she doesn't look over to him. All she can manage is and grabbing his free hand that's clenched and rested on his knee, and giving it a firm squeeze.
Neither one can afford to lose her. Neither one could survive it if they did.