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I decided to write a little of Sam's side of the story. You all probably know how he's got to be feeling, but I thought it could be a good addition. Hope you like!
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Chapter 4
"Hey, Sammy!" Oliver's chirped in as he walked into the locker room. He cringed at the sight of his friend's bloodshot eyes and pale skin. "Woah, what's wrong with you? A bus run you over or somethin'?"
"I'm fine." Sam grumbled moodily, slowly buttoning up his uniform shirt.
His friend snorted as he opened his own locker to change. "Well, if that's your 'fine' face, I wouldn't want to see you when you're not." He slapped his shoulder, chuckling. "Come on, I'd recognize that face anywhere. You're hung over."
Sam let out a long breath and fell on the bench, closing his eyes against the painful pounding in his head. "Yeah, I'm hung over."
Oliver closed his locker with a loud bang and crashed next to his friend. "Alright, what's going on?"
"Nothing's going on. I just felt like it." He mumbled, still not looking at the other man.
He sighed and nodded his head at him. "You don't want to talk, are you?"
"Nope."
"Well, if you change your mind, I'm here, alright?" He stood up from the bench and nudged his shoulder. "Get moving, or you're gonna be late for parade."
"Thanks." Sam finally looked up and gave his friend a tight grin. He watched him walk out of the locker room, leaving him alone. Groaning, he laid his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes tiredly with his palms. Drinking like he had when he had a shift the next day hadn't been the brightest idea, and he was now paying for it.
It was all McNally's fault. He'd been having a fine evening, right until she'd interrupted it. That woman had some nerves, showing up at his front door, acting all normal, as if she hadn't made the biggest mistake she could've done when it came to the two of them.
She'd called him by another man's name. A man he thoroughly disliked. He didn't know what hurt the most: the fact that she'd called another man's name while he was kissing her, or the fact that she'd called Callaghan's name.
The thought brought bile up his throat.
Luckily, he'd been able to avoid her all day. After what she'd done, he couldn't work with her, let alone spend an entire shift in the same car with her. So he'd gone to Best, and had asked him for another partner. Of course, his superior officer had wanted him to explain himself, which he hadn't been able to give him. So Best had decided to assign McNally someplace else, but only for a few shifts. After that, he'd have to either take his rookie back, or give his boss a good explanation for asking for a change of partner.
His shift with Diaz had been painfully slow, and his day, even longer, since he'd decided not to head to the Black Penny at the end of the day. He didn't want to take any chances.
So he'd gotten a large pizza and a six pack, and had gone straight home, eager to crash on his couch and watch the hockey game. He would've never thought the person knocking at his door at night would be the one person he wanted as far away as possible.
Did she actually think he'd be happy to see her?
She'd had the nerve to ask him why he was acting like a prick, as if she wasn't the one and only reason for it. 'You can't fake concern like that.' the little voice in his head reminded him. He shook his head, trying to ignore it. Even after what she'd done, he couldn't forget the genuine look of concern she'd showed him. Andy was the worse liar he'd ever met. However, it was almost as if she didn't remember that she'd called him by her ex-boyfriend's name.
Sam sighed and lifted his head up, staring at the opposite wall. That same little voice kept asking him to give her the chance to explain. Maybe it was all a big mistake. She'd HAD a lot to drink…. And she'd broken up with Callaghan not that long ago.
But there was that other voice. The one that told him that he'd put up with enough crap from McNally to simply accept being called by another man's name.
And right now, that second voice had the winning hand.
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"Sam Swarek is, without a doubt, the most irritating, stubborn, jackass I've ever met." Andy grumbled, grabbing one of the chair and sitting down next to her friend.
"What happened, now?"
Andy frowned at her friend's amused face. "It's not funny, Trace."
"Sorry, no laughing." She tried putting her on best 'concerned friend' face. "Tell me why Sam Swarek is a… what was it again?"
"A JACKASS!" She whispered loudly. "He's giving me the silent treatment."
Tracy snorted, but quickly hid her smile, replacing it with a deep frown. "Why?"
"I have no idea." She mumbled, pouting at her computer screen.
The morning hadn't started as well as she'd hoped. After she'd woken up from a restless night, she'd jumped in the shower, hoping the warm water would wake her up and maybe, brighten her mood.
However, her already fragile mood had turned sour once she'd stepped inside the station. She'd hoped that Sam would've gone back to acting like his enjoyable self again. But, seeing as he'd actually turned around and walked right back inside the man's locker room the moment he'd spotted her walking towards him, she knew his mood hadn't changed since the previous night.
Now, sitting at the front desk for the second time in two days, but this time with Traci, she was pissed. She knew the one and only reason she was stuck inside the barn instead of outside patrolling, was Sam. Something was making him furious, and instead of talking about it with her, he was taking it out on her.
"I could always ask Jerry to talk to him. He could find out what's eating him."
"Nah, I don't think that would be a good idea. He'll turn around at one point. And if he doesn't, well screw him. I'll just have to ask to be paired with someone else."
Traci snorted at her. "You're not serious."
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Let me refresh your memory. If I can remember properly, a couple of nights ago, I almost had to shove a whole bottle of tequila down your throat to get you to talk about something ELSE than Swarek."
"Come on! It wasn't like that at all!"
"Yes, you were! You were all 'Sam is such a great cop' and 'Sam is so hot' and, my all time favorite 'Sam makes me want to tear my clothes off'."
"TRACI!" She nearly shouted, her eyes wide in horror. "I never said THAT!"
Traci chuckled, nodding her head. "Maybe not the last one, but still, you just couldn't stop." She raised her eyebrows at her. "You'll never ask for another partner."
Andy stayed quiet, biting on her lower lip thoughtfully. "Do you think it could have something to do with that night?" she finally asked, remembering how worried she'd felt about having done something stupid.
"I'd almost forgotten about that." She frowned. "So you think he's giving you the silent treatment because of something you did when he took you home?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe. One thing I know is I haven't heard about anything serious happening in here. And Best hasn't been walking around with his pissed off face, so my guess is nothing MAJOR is going on." She let out a long sigh, leaning back in her chair.
She closed her eyes, trying once again to remember what had happened after she'd left Traci's place with Sam. Flashes of that night had slowly started coming back since the previous day. She could remember getting into Sam's car. She remembered laughing a lot. She could see Sam telling her to keep it down as they made their way towards her apartment.
And then nothing. Her mind went completely blank.
This whole situation was so irritating.
She groaned and shook her head, trying to focus her attention back on the job at hand. It was Sam's problem, not hers. If he didn't want to talk to her, well so be it.
She didn't care.
Who was she kidding, of course she cared. She was madly in love with the man.
Things between had been going so well. Her decision to end things with Luke hadn't been a difficult one to take. Right before she was about to move in with him, she'd realized she wasn't in love with him. As much as she wanted a normal relationship, she wasn't about to move in with someone she didn't love.
She swore she'd seen Sam's eyes light up the second she'd told him about her breakup. He'd been respectful enough not to show too much emotion, but she'd easily seen how happy he was.
And then, they'd started growing even closer. They'd started spending more time together after shift. Sam had started opening up more to her and she'd begun to .
Simply put, their relationship had taken a turn to something more serious.
And then this happened. THIS being something she didn't even know about.
She let out a long irritated breath. So much for focusing on work.
What did you think? Now I need YOUR help! I seem to be having a writer's block... I'm trying to write, but I'm stuck! Now I'm opened to any suggestions! :)
Still going to try my BEST to get the writing started again!
Tanya
