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Chapter 38-Everything I Do.
As expected Andy was a little mad about being pulled from her shifts, but Sam saw her cool off the minute the baby started kicking. He could tell that it was happening when her face got wrapped up in a far away look, the one where her eyes sparkled and she just started smiling.
That was his favorite part of the day- when the baby was active and he got to put his hand on Andy's stomach and feel the baby kick against it.
He had even made a comment that it was a boy, because he had a goal scoring kick. Andy kicked him in the shin and then stared at him, daring him to say that again. It was the only time he ever said it.
Sam had been hovering over the last few days, and if it wasn't him then it was someone else.
There was always someone at their house with her, since Sam had been scared to death he wasn't taking any risks.
He had attempted to see Elliot the morning after he found Sarah's flash drive, but he was refused entry because the prison was under lockdown, it was under quarantine with some kind of stomach virus that had inmates and guards really rather sick.
It was frustrating for Sam, to know that you were this close but yet so far away from knowing the truth, knowing what really happened.
Jerry had the flash drive converted and printed, the investigation into Sarah's death heating up while other things came to light.
Andy was progressing with the nursery, she spent a little bit of time in there everyday over the next six weeks, whoever was with her always more than willing to help out.
Sam still hadn't been able to see Elliot by then, and his little brother; Marco seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. They had a APB out on him since he attacked Abigail, but he was just gone. Vanished into thin air.
They had combed hospitals and clinics for stab wound victims, but even that deadpanned into zero.
A week later Sam got a call from the prison warden telling him that he had the go-ahead to visit an inmate, Sam had hounded the guy until he swore that the minute the quarantine was over he would call Sam personally.
Andy had another two weeks to go until her due date, but things were good. She wasn't as tired anymore now that she was at home full time. Whoever was on guard duty with her always helped, with laundry, nursery decorating, and any other mundane chores that needed to be done.
Sam had told her that he was going to see Elliot today, and her nerves had been on edge since he left for work this morning.
The baby felt it too, extra activity filling her stomach as the day stretched into the afternoon and then into early evening.
The baby, funny how that it was still known as that considering that it still blatantly refused to reveal its gender.
Sam and Andy had given up hope that they would find out what it was before it arrived, so they merely accepted the fact.
Even though Andy was on edge because Sam was going to see the person that they suspected to be responsible for Sarah's death, she understood completely why he was going.
When he sat her down and told her, she could tell that she was the reason that he was going.
It wasn't to lay Sarah too rest, it was to keep her and her unborn baby safe; until it ended, they wouldn't be safe. Sam was doing what he could to protect his family, and as Andy kissed him goodbye she knew that Sam wouldn't rest until above all else- they were safe.
Gail was with her today, she said she'd stay until Sam got home even if it meant that she had to sleep over.
Oliver had some days, with Traci sharing the day shifts. They had kids, so it was understandable.
Nick took nights if Sam was late, Dov too. Even Frank once or twice.
The rest of the time it was Sam.
Sam kept Lars hidden the whole time, not even telling Andy where they were, but he told Andy everyday that they were okay, and carried messages back to her from Alicia.
After Andy and Gail had dinner, Andy told her that she was going for a nap. The stress of the day had worn her out while she waited for Sam to let her know how it went with Elliot.
Sam had Nash with him, Frank's idea of having some calm with him.
They were in the visitors room, Sam sitting in a hard plastic chair while he stared through the glass waiting for Elliot to take his seat on the other side. Nash was aimlessly milling around, blending into the background like she was supposed too. If this was going to work then she had too.
Last Sam had heard Elliot was in the minimum security wing of inmates, but a stabbing had changed that. After serving time in solitude, he was transferred to maximum security to be kept safe. Weird how the system protected inmates in prisons.
When Elliot sat down, he had a sickening smile across his face as if he was still convinced that he was playing Sam.
When Elliot picked up his telephone, Sam did the same after pinching his eyes closed and picturing images of Andy. It was the only thing he could think of doing right now to hold himself together.
"Sammy, been a long time man. You good?".
The friendliness in Elliot's voice made Sam's stomach clench and churn.
"Hey man, I'm good. How's life inside?". That's it, just keep faking it.
"Good man good. I'm up for parole, so life's better"
What? He was up for parole on a twenty-five year sentence? Impossible.
"Yeah, so who'd you do to get that?".
"Some info goes a long way Sammy, you should know that".
Again with the sadistic smile. He was toying with Sam, playing with him.
"Yeah, it does. Especially when it's filed away, and you can't find it right Elliot?".
Sam was done, so he cut the crap and baited Elliot. He didn't have all day to sit here, and his ear piece was starting to get on his nerves.
Another reason Nash was here. She was holding the recording device for his ear piece in her purse, it only had a forty-foot range so it had to be in the room with him. Every single word that Elliot said into his ear through his speaker telephone was being recorded, all he needed was for the right words to come out. It took a lot of work to get the DA to agree to this, to allow them to bait Elliot, but she wasn't thrilled when she saw the evidence on Sarah's flash after her had flipped on his cell mate and traded some heavy info for a get out of jail early card.
"The kid gave the money to the DA" Sam said, Elliot's face creasing when Sam just came out and said it.
"Then he has balls".
"So why go after his girl, doesn't your brother have a pair? He could have gone after Lars, but instead he goes after a little girl?". Sam let the words end on a light chuckle, like he found it un-manly behavior.
That drew a deep scowl from Elliot. He didn't like people messing with his little brother.
"The bitch is dead Sammy, she sliced him bad".
"But not bad enough. He's still breathing isn't he? How'd he look after Sarah stuck it to him?".
Sam hit a nerve when he said that. A nerve that pained from the top of his own head right through to his little toe. It hit one for Elliot too.
Sarah had done some damage obviously.
"Do not say her name Sammy".
"Why Elliot? Did she break your heart or break your little brothers face when she punched him? She was so small so it must be bad for a guy his size to admit that a woman knocked him on his ass, and a that she was a cop".
Sam watched Elliot's face turn red as he leaned towards the glass, giving Sam a glare that said if the glass wasn't there, he'd try and rip his head off now.
"That whore took everything from me Sammy. Twenty years of my life, my money. My friendship with Damian over the second she walked out that bar with us. Even my insurance plan for when I get out"
That's what this was about? A jealous friend and money?
"So you had Marco kill her?"
"She suffered Sammy. He made her pay for what she did, made her cry and scream for help but you never came. She begged for her life, but in the end I own that. I took that away for what she did, and soon you'll know the pain I felt when I had everything taken away from me. Soon Sammy".
One thought crashed through Sam's mind when Elliot made that promise- Andy.
She was his everything.
"You will suffer too" Elliot added as Sam's face gave away that he knew what he was saying.
"Son of a bitch" Sam yelled and drooped the phone, his hand swinging out to punch the glass between the two of them, the sound echoing through the room as the glass spiraled into a spiders web of cracks but still held itself together.
Armed guards came over and they began removing Elliot from the room on the other side of the glass as more began to clear the room they were in. Elliot had his head thrown back as he was dragged away, a silent laugh only being seen.
Sam ripped the ear piece out of his ear and tossed it onto the counter for Elliot to see before he fled to find Nash and get to his phone that had to be left in the truck.
Driven by fear Sam raced through the prison gates and out into the parking lot, Nash struggling to keep up with him. When he sprinted past her all he had said was "They're going after Andy".
Gail checked on Andy before going back downstairs and getting another coffee.
Andy was still sound asleep, so she called Nick to ask if he had heard from Sam or Traci.
Andy was dreaming.
She was seeing images of Sarah, smiling at her before she saw her walk away and crook a finger at her like she wanted her to follow.
Ever since Sam had found Sarah's flash drive, she had been made to keep her gun under her pillow for when she went to sleep. Her dream made her hand shift out, the cold metal streaking across her skin as she resumed a comfortable position and tried to wake herself up.
She didn't want to follow Sarah.
Gail was listening to Nick revise over some stupid mistake he had made during the day when she heard tires on the gravel approaching the house at what sounded like high speed.
It was a silent standing rule, that you called before you came up here and that no deliveries were to be made. No pizza, and no just showing up. It could get you shot at, or killed because Sam wasn't taking any chances with Andy and the baby.
Sam would have called a few minutes out, so Gail instinctively knew that it wasn't him and he was the only one scheduled to come up here.
When the sudden sound of the tires skidding over the gravel could be heard, Gail said "Someone's here" seconds before a hail of gunfire opened onto the house.
The sound of breaking glass made Andy startle.
She jerked awake to see sections of the windows to the left blow out and come flying into the room. The curtains billowed with the sudden intake of air, shards of glass falling onto the wooden floor.
The sound of gunfire was instantly recognized as Andy reacted by grabbing her gun out from under her pillow and sliding off the bed onto the ground doing her damnedest not to sprawl out stomach first.
Her hands met with sharp pieces of glass as did her knees as she felt the glass tear at her flesh.
Gail tried to take cover by diving into the kitchen, but she didn't make it that far before she felt the burning sting of a bullet as it hit her in the shoulder.
She was screaming in pain, words like gunshots being yelled out so that Nick would hear it down her dropped phone that lay resting on the floor too far away to retrieve risk free and unscathed.
The house was pulling apart, debris flying everywhere as Gail stayed flat on the floor trying to put pressure on her gunshot wound as the blood streamed out.
She stopped yelling at Nick and instead screamed Andy's name repeatedly as loud as she could over the sound of the automatic gunfire that relentlessly continued.
She'd be quiet for a split second, hoping that Andy would answer, but each time her calls were met with silence from Andy.
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