A/N: So... I referred to my new writing schedule and discovered that Friday night is Rookie Blue night!
I still adore you all!
"Andy! You heading home?" Oliver shouted across the pen.
"Yeah. I was gonna go to the Penny, but I'm not feeling it." Andy told him, not wanting questions on what had happened between her and Sam.
"Want a ride?"
"I think I'd rather walk. Thanks though!"
Andy knew that accepting a ride off Oliver would mean questions. He had clearly not got anything from Sam, but she also knew he wouldn't believe her if she told him she didn't know why Sam was so pissed off.
"It's cold, wet and there is a rapist on the loose."
"I'll take my chances."
"I'll phone your dad."
"Fine."
Oliver led Andy out to his car and opened the door for her.
"Don't."
Oliver slammed the door closed and walked around to the drivers' side and got in.
"Don't ask why my best friend has a face like thunder and is avoiding you?" He asked, fastening his seat belt.
"I don't know Oliver. He hasn't spoken to me since I left yesterday. I don't know why he's in a mood."
"He didn't come home last night."
"He didn't stay at mine if that's what you're asking."
Oliver got back to Sam's place to find him alone, sat on the sofa, drinking a beer and watching the game.
Knowing that getting Sam to open up would take tact, not bluntness, Oliver went to go and get a beer.
"Who's winning?"
"Do you even know who's playing?"
"Nope."
"Do you even care?"
"Nope."
"Then drop it."
"Drop what?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I asked Andy if she knew what was wrong, she doesn't even know what she's done to upset you."
"Upset, I'm not upset."
"Try telling that to your face."
"What do you want?"
"I want to know what's eating you."
"I went to her place last night."
Sam had said it so quiet that Oliver nearly missed it and spat beer all over the TV.
"Jees Bro!" Sam exclaimed, while Oliver wiped his mouth of beer spatter.
"Excuse me, but did you say you went to her place last night?" Oliver coughed out.
"I went to check on her. She was more hurt than she was letting on."
"And you have turned into a moody hormonal teenager because?"
"She wasn't alone" Sam grunted.
"Did you knock?"
"No. I heard their voices. So I left. I didn't want to intrude."
"You are an asshole."
Sam's phone started ringing.
"Don't answer that." Oliver demanded, knowing Sam was looking for an excuse to end the conversation.
"How am I an asshole? She was with someone, so I backed off. Wouldn't want to scare him off now would I?"
Another cell phone started ringing.
"I'd like to see you scare this guy off." Oliver mumbled while routing for his phone.
Finding it, he glanced at the screen. Concerned, he answered it. There was crying on the other end.
"Andy, honey? What's wrong?"
Sam who was pretending to be distracted by the game, snapped his head back and looked at Oliver, his face full of concern, waiting for him to hang up.
"Hold tight sweetheart. Be there soon."
He hung up the phone, his face pale.
"You really are an asshat. The 'other' person who was in her apartment last night was Tommy. He called her while I dropped her off and was waiting for her when we got to her place. I guess he stayed for a while and they talked for the same reason you went over."
Andy hovered in the waiting room, waiting to hear something about her dad. All she knew was that he had been stabbed and was in critical condition. She was pacing and she knew it. She knew she was biting her nails, a nervous habit that she picked up as a child and she didn't care. She knew that she must look a mess, but she just wanted to see her dad.
She had tried calling Sam, but he was clearly still in a mood with her because he left it go to voicemail which never happens.
"What a night for Sam to not be talking to me!" She thought before emitting a small laugh at the absurd thought.
Taking a breath she called Oliver's cell. She felt that she was keeping it together well.
The second Oliver answered Andy broke down. She was crying before Oliver could even open his mouth.
"It's my dad. He's in the hospital. They've told me he was stabbed. What do I do Oliver? I mean I'm at the hospital, but they still won't tell me anything!"
Andy listened while Oliver told her to hold tight, he was on his way, and that everything would be ok.
"Andy?" Sam called as he made it through the ER doors.
He frantically searched the waiting room, looking for the face he knew would break his heart to see. He sensed her behind him before he saw her and spun to face her.
She was stood looking at him, eyes red rimmed and tears glistening on her cheeks. Sam took a hesitant step towards her and opened his arms.
Andy ran into them and Sam wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry." He whispered into her hair.
Andy cried harder into his shoulder.
"It's going to be ok. SSSSSHHHHHHH! It's going to be ok." He cooed, rubbing her back soothingly, gently holding her head to his shoulder.
They stood this way for about ten minutes while Andy regained control. Once she had stopped crying Sam let go of her and led her over to the chairs, sitting her down and placing a protective arm around her.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I don't know. I was just getting out of the bath and I got the call. They said there was a witness."
"Andy."
"Sam, don't."
"Don't apologise for being an ass to you today?"
Andy placed her head on Sam's shoulder and he pulled her in tighter. They were now so close she was nearly sat on his knee.
"Right now I don't care." She whispered, her voice hoarse and breaking, nuzzling her face into Sam's neck and taking hold of the hand to the arm she was incapacitating.
"No. I owe you an explanation." Sam told her, slowly moving his free hand to cup her face.
Sam felt Andy heave another sob against his neck and realised now was probably not the time to admit to her why he had acted the way he had towards her. He started to stroke the side of her face to calm her down, but it was another fifteen minutes before the heaving stopped and a further five before Sam felt the wetness against his neck dry up.
He could hear her heavy rasping breathing and his heart ached because she was hurting for her dad.