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Chapter 5

Three days.

Sam had been giving her the silent treatment for three days straight, and she still had absolutely no idea why. It was also the third day she'd been stuck working the front desk, which was ridiculous. This whole situation was driving her completely nuts.

The only time she'd seen Sam during her shift had been at parade, when she'd been told she would still have to spend the day sitting at a freaking desk, and a few seconds ago, as he'd walked right in front of her, completely ignoring her as he never even tried glancing her way.

The concern she'd been feeling a few days ago had quickly turned into irritation, and had now morphed into complete anger.

Ok, so something was wrong. Fine, not everything could always be peachy. Sam had decided to act like a complete ass. Everyone knew he could become a pain in the ass when he wanted to. But this time was different, because his problem was her. And, from what she could remember, in the little time she'd known him, the only time he'd acted like a complete jerk towards her, had been when she'd come back from her down time… after she'd shot a man and had ended up in his bed, with her legs wrapped around his hips.

Andy raised her hands up and rubbed her face irritably, letting out a long angry breath. She needed to know what she'd done wrong. And if Sam didn't want to tell her what she'd done, then she'd have to get it out of him.

She glanced at the time and realized her shift had ended. With some luck, Sam would still be in the men's locker room. "Hey, Trace. I'm gonna get going, alright?" She told her friend, already making her way around the desk.

Traci nodded her head, also getting ready to end her shift. "Sure. I'll see you tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure." Andy answered absently, her mind focused on cornering Sam before he could get away. She walked decisively, passing the women's door and stopping in front of the men's. She paused, mustering up the courage to push it open and face Sam. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought, before letting herself in.

Luckily, the room seemed empty, except for Sam, whose frown deepened as he realized who'd walked in. "You're in the wrong room, McNally." He grumbled darkly, sitting down on the bench to start working on his boots.

Ignoring his comment, she walked up to him and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring down at him. "Alright, let's have it."

"What?" he mumbled, not even trying to look up at her.

Andy tightened her jaw, fighting the urge to grab his head and force him to look at her. "Don't act like you don't know."

Sam lifted his head up for a second, giving her a dark glare before looking back down again. "I'm not a fucking psychic, McNally."

"Ok, let me help you. You're gonna tell me why you've been acting like a total jerk for the last three days."

Sam let out a long irritated breath and shook his head. "We've already been over this." He reminded her, still looking everywhere BUT her.

Andy threw her hands up. "No, we haven't! I seem to be the only one who wants to fix this!" She accused him, her voice shaking. "Sam! You're not only my partner, you're also my friend!"

Sam stayed quiet, staring moodily at his feet.

"Why won't you talk to me?" She shouted furiously at him, a lump forming in her throat as tears started stinging the back of her eyes. Sam must've caught the emotion in her voice as he slowly lifted his head up, finally looking at her.

However, she'd never know if he was about to tell her, since she heard the door opening behind her as someone walked in, breaking the moment.

She looked at the door and gave the officer an apologetic look, suddenly feeling out of place.

"I think you better leave, McNally." Sam told her in a low voice, standing up from the bench and turning around to face his locker.

Andy pinched her lips, fighting back the tears of anger as she stared at his back. Seeing as he wasn't going to turn around, she nodded her head and stormed out of the room.

Still struggling to control her tears, she walked in the women's locker room, thankful to find it empty. She opened her locker and, unable to control herself anymore, shut it violently, making the row of lockers shake. She crashed on the bench and lowered her head, hiding her face inside her hands. She never heard the door open as someone walked in the room.

"Hey, McNally!" Someone greeted her. "Are you okay?"

Andy took a long breath and looked up at Noelle, who had a look of concern plastered all over her face. She gave her a weak smile. "I'm fine."

"Yeah, I can see that." She sat down next to her. "Want to talk about it?"

The younger brunette snorted silently. Too bad Sam wasn't as opened to talking as Noelle was. Talking to Sam was like talking to a wall. She sighed and shook her head slowly, knowing talking now would only make her even more emotional. "It's okay, but thanks."

Noelle gave her a small grin, clearly not believing her. "If you say so." She stood back up and opened her locker. "Are you going to the Penny?" she asked her, taking off her black t-shirt and fishing in her locker for her street clothes. "You look like you could need a few drinks."

Andy grinned and nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, a drink sure sounds good right now." She agreed.

The older woman gave her a little nudge. "Now that's what I like to hear." She closed her locker, having already finished changing, and lifted her bag over her shoulder. "I'm heading there right now. I'll be there if you want to talk, alright?" With one last encouraging smile, she walked out of the room, leaving her by herself again.

Andy sighed and leaned back against the lockers, closing her eyes tiredly. She felt… lost. She didn't know what to feel anymore. She thought about the last few days, feeling her heart constrict inside her chest as she remembered the way Sam had looked at her just a few days ago, after their last shift together. He'd seemed so disappointed to hear she was spending the evening with Tracy instead of going to the Black Penny with him and the others. Just a few days ago, he looked like he wanted to spend as much time as possible with her.

She was so sure there was something there. Something she knew she'd been feeling for a long time. Frowning deeply, she raked her mind for what seemed like the thousandth time, trying once more to see what she'd done wrong.

And all of a sudden, just like that, the veil lifted.

Oh. My. God.

Her eyes flew open and she covered her mouth with her hands as memories finally came flooding back inside her mind.

"OH MY GOD!" She shrieked, her voice muffled by her hands still covering her mouth.

Everything was so clear now! She'd kissed him! That night, after he'd taken her back to her place. She'd been drunk and had come on to him. And she'd kissed him. Her face became flushed as she remember the feel of his lips on hers. She could still feel his weight on top of hers as he'd laid her down on the couch. And then, he'd stopped. What had made him stop?

Andy whimpered in horror and closed her eyes as everything finally became clear.


SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO? Next chapter is going to be HOT! You think Sam's proud and pig headed? Well you have seen NOTHING yet!

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