She was going to drive him crazy. It was as simple as that.
It was her fault that he was all twisted up inside – that all he could think about was her scent…her skin - what it would be like to have her underneath him. He was consumed by her and it pissed him off. He'd never let anyone have this power over him, let alone a rookie who half the time he was rescuing from herself.
Truth be told, she'd done her fair share of rescuing him.
You'd think that having a few days off - a few days away from McNally would have given him some distance, some perspective. No such luck.
He could do this. She's just your rookie, Sam, he kept repeating over and over to himself. Yeah, and maybe he'd believe it one day, but right now, sitting at the back of the Parade Room awaiting their assignments for the day, all Sam could see was McNally.
The passion she had shown him in the locker room still had him reeling. A few more minutes of their little game and he would have had her hot and willing up against the lockers. Just thinking about it made Sam ache. The urge to walk across the room, bury his hands in her curtain of dark hair and drag her mouth to his was so strong it made his palms itch.
If she would just hurry the hell up and end it with Callaghan, Sam's life would be so much easier. The sooner McNally was in his bed, the sooner he could start getting her out of his system - the sooner his world would right itself.
That's the way it had always been for him. It was all about the chase. Once the chase was over, the rest was just exercise. But Sam had an uneasy feeling that McNally wasn't going to be so easy to dismiss – from his thoughts or his bed. He rubbed absently at the slight ache in his chest...shouldn't have had that extra cup of coffee.
She was his partner – his rookie. Now, that was different from any other past relationship he'd had. Sam was oblivious to the fact that he had just referred to himself and McNally in a relationship.
He was constantly staggered by her capacity for caring – friends or strangers, it didn't matter. McNally got involved…which meant that she got Sam involved. It was annoying and endearing at the same time, but it was how she was built and Sam admired her for it. McNally usually saw it as a weakness, but Sam knew better. It's what made her a good cop.
Diaz, you're with Shaw…Epstein, with Williams…Nash, you're manning the phones…and you, McNally are with Swarek.
Christ, he couldn't catch a break. She was the last person he wanted to be with and the only person he wanted to be with. Figure that one out.
Perspective would have to wait. At Boyko's words, McNally turned her head and they were trapped in each other's heated gaze. Sam could see the flush that tinted her cheeks and wondered what had put it there – thoughts of him? He pushed down only slightly on that hope, allowing himself a rare moment.
Callaghan could go to hell. This one's mine.