CHAPTER 14

I really wanted to have updated on the 31st, but it was a pretty crazy day and then I had the worst writers block I had ever had (lie). I'm sorry it took so long and I'm sorry it's so short, but I'll try updating soon. Hope you all enjoy.

Andy walked into the apartment freezing from the outside snow. The place seemed the same, nothing had changed. But then again, what would have changed over the night? Nothing really, but it still felt like an entire different place to her. Once the thought of going to Sam's place made her happy and and excited, now it felt like she was walking into a stranger's place. The whole atmosphere was different now.

"Andy, just get the charger and leave." She told herself.

Even though she spent such little time at the apartment she couldn't help but look behind her shoulder every once in a while. Tomorrow they would look into the cameras and see if the place had been wired. Just the thought of having cameras set up on the apartment watching them made her want to murder someone.

The room she and Sam shared was clean. Like it hadn't been used in a long time and that made her blood run cold, because when they left the room had been a mess. In the middle of the bed sat a box just like the one they got on Christmas. Andy sat by it not wanting to touch it. The person who was doing this had been inside their apartment from last night to this afternoon and something told Andy there was a high possibility of whom ever it was still being there, watching her right now as she sat inside that room.

Nervous Andy pulled her charger and plugged in with her phone waiting for the screen to turn on. All the while she kept sending glances over at the box. She wanted to know what was inside just as much as she didn't want, but later on decided that there was no way she'd be able to go to Oliver's place without knowing.

Pulling the lid she saw what made her heart stop for maybe a few seconds. The room temperature had dropped and she felt like she was sitting on the middle of the sidewalk outside the apartment building. Those photos were new. A lot newer actually. Polaroid pictures of her walking to the photo place today. These photos were from just a few hours ago.

Andy threw the box at the wall making little damage to the wall and none to the box. Her frustration getting even bigger she couldn't hold the tears back. They weren't sad tears, but rather scared, angry tears. But they soon stopped as Andy heard one of the floorboards crack under a considerable amount of pressure.

Standing up and moving to the far side of the room where she had a good visual on the door, but she cursed at herself for touching where her gun was supposed to be, but she felt it empty. She couldn't walk around with her gun when she wasn't on duty. She shouldn't even be using her uniform, but she had gotten the ok from Frank. But she couldn't even waste her time on thinking about the gun she didn't have on her, so she moved to the next best thing she had at arm's reach and it was their bedside lamp. In any other situation she might had even found this funny, but now she couldn't even think about it.

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Sam stood just outside Oliver's house. It had been only ten minutes since he arrived here, but since he last spoke to Andy it had been almost two hours. That was certainly enough time for her to stop by the apartment to get her charger and head over to Oliver's.

Something was wrong and he felt it deep within him. The weather was getting worse and he wouldn't be surprised if they had a blizzard alert soon. The amount of snow covering the ground had increased considerably these last couple days.

"What are you still doing out here?" Oliver asked coming outside with a huge coat.

"McNally's not back yet and her phone is still off." He said looking concerned at his friend.

"Hey, she's a tough one. She's okay. Half the city doesn't have power so she might have stopped somewhere to get away from the snow and didn't have the chance to charge her phone." Sam held on to the hope that Oliver was right, but he knew better and trust his gut, even when it was telling him the worse was headed their way.

"I think I'm going after her."

"No. You are not. Do you see the snow? This weather is getting worse really fast, you can't be out there like this." Sam felt his friend push him inside the house, but he had this feeling he couldn't ignore anymore.

"I have to go, Oliver. What if it was Celery?" he looked straight at Oliver's serious face. "You know we were followed. Someone was after us, or at least one of us. And she's not here, so don't tell me she's okay if you're not one hundred percent sure about this. I need to find her." Sam pushed himself away from his friends and got his keys from the pocket in his jacket.

"Then I'm going with you. I'm not letting you go out there alone. Partners remember?"

"Partners." Sam said as they headed over to the truck.

That damn word kept running through his mind. He told her about partners and having each other's back at all times. He was doing that. All he did these days was towards being a good partner for her in all ways possible.

The streets looked abandoned as everyone ran from the cold and bitter storm that was headed their way. Sam wanted to run, drive as fast as he could to his apartment, but he knew that an accident wouldn't help in the least their situation.

Minutes after the building came into view and Sam stopped his truck and with Oliver by his side he ran in to the stairs seeing as the building had no energy. He could hear Oliver just a few feet behind him, but there was no way he'd stop so he pushed himself to go faster.

His apartment door was open and his mind started running with all the different scenarios he could be walking into. Each one worse than the other.