So Rookie Blue last night, oh my gosh! They were thisclose to saying something to each other. And she is his speed dial #3, isn't it cute! ;)
It turned out that their first job was really easy. One of Lawton's guys handed them a massive load of cocaine and instructed them to sell it on the streets.
Andy was already in a foul mood from last night, and didn't want to get up and pretend to be Sam Swarek's anything, but it was what the job called for and so she did.
She felt horrible selling drugs to people who were so obviously addicted. She felt guilty feeding into their addiction, but they had to do it. And Sam didn't seem to have a problem with it, so she kept her mouth shut.
They were driving through the town, looking for a nice place to stop. The silence in the car was killing her.
"About last night-," she started.
"Look, what happened-," Sam started at the same time.
When neither of them went first Sam said, "I'm sorry about how I reacted. I was just…I don't know, thinking about things. It's no excuse but, I am sorry your unhappy about breaking off the engagement," Sam phrased it so it wasn't exactly a lie.
Andy held up a hand. "Its fine, Sam. I overreacted. I don't need to load you down with my personal crap anyway. Let's just forget about it, deal?"
"Deal."
They pulled over a few minutes later in a shady looking ally way and they hopped out.
At the same time as they were, a kid was rounding the corner, narrowly avoiding hitting them.
Sam was about to yell at them, but then he realized who the kid was.
"Hey, you're the kid from the club last night," Andy said, apparently noticing as well.
"Oh, yeah," he said, keeping his eyes on the ground, a hood over his head, despite the city heat.
Sam recognized the signs and knew the kid was heading for a crash.
"Hey, why don't we go someplace and talk," Sam suggested and he patted his pockets suggestively.
The kid brightened up considerably. "Sure, come on; I'll take you to my place."
A couple of blocks down the road, the kid entered some shoddy building that made Sam and Andy's apartment look like a mansion.
"Me and a couple of guys live here, but we all come and go as we please," the kid said, and he was obviously proud of the place.
He plopped down on a moth eaten couch, gesturing lazily for them to find room wherever they could.
Andy sat precariously on the edge of a chair and Sam leaned against the wall.
"So, what's your name, kid?" Sam asked, casually.
"Sean. Do you have the stuff or not?" Sean asked impatiently.
"Easy, dude," Sam said, and pulled out a bag. "You got the money?"
"Not right now," Sean said uneasily. "But I can get it to you tomorrow," he promised.
Sam could see right through the kid's lie, but he gave him the stuff, knowing he could get more information out of him if he was high.
Sean took the bag and using his teeth to tear it open, he snorted a line. "Ahh," he sighed, leaning back.
Andy just looked at Sam as he waited for the drugs to take hold.
Finally Sam asked, "What were Lawton's guys going after you for? You owe them money or something?" he guessed.
"Big time," Sean laughed, nodding his head to a beat that only sounded in his own head. "Hey, you want a line?"
Sam shook his head, and he turned to Andy. "How about you hot stuffs?"
"I'm good," Andy said, and Sam saw her flash him one of her heart stopping smiles. "So how old are you anyway, Sean?"
"Almost seventeen," he answered.
Andy closed her eyes. It sucked that kids got hooked so young.
"You work for Lawton?" Sam asked, shooting her a look that said stick to the important questions.
She nodded to show she understood.
"It used to be just some odd jobs here or there; like unloading a shipment or something. I was working my way up until I stole some merchandise. Now, he wants the money, but I ain't got enough cash to pay upfront."
Oddly, Sean didn't look too worried as he had last night. Amazing what drugs could do for you.
Sam dug around for a while, picking Sean's brain about the organization, and actually learning a few key points. But eventually, the high was wearing off and Andy could sense him getting suspicious.
"Don't forget the money," Sam reminded when Andy tugged him out the door. He knew he wouldn't bug the kid at all considering his life was already on the line about not paying off his debt.
"He's useful," Sam said to Andy as they prowled the streets to sell the rest of what they had.
"I feel so bad. Seeing him hooked like that…" Andy trailed off, and shuddered.
"Yeah, it sucks," Sam agreed, kicking at the ground. "But we aren't here to fix their addictions Andy. Don't over think it, okay?"
"Sure, Sam," she said, not wanting to start another fight, but she couldn't get Sean's face out of her mind.
Sorry it's a little short, but it plays a part in the next chapter, I promise :)