Title: Calling Out For Help
Couple: Sam/Andy
Rating: T, mild language and may have some adult themes later.
Part: 2 of 10, possibly 11
Pages: 8
Spoilers: season 2 episodes 1-7
Disclaimer: I do not own Rookie Blue… Wish I did.. :D
Summary: Sometimes a person's ego gets in the way. What will happen when Andy's gets in the way of her calling out for help? Sometimes calling out for help can be the hardest to do ever.
Authors Note 1: Thank you all for the OUTSTANDING reviews, I mean 10 in less than 24 hours it was incredible to wake up to those this morning on my email account! I have outlined every chapter and pretty much just have to flush out each chapter with details. This story should be updated once or twice a week maybe more depending on fast I can knock out the chapters and proof read them better than the last one hopefully. I have decided that this will be a multiple chapter story my muse has finally hit big time! I currently have a total of 9 chapters with a 10th chapter being an epilogue. However, I have some ideas for 10 chapters with an 11th chapter being the epilogue just going to have to see how it plays out from here. You all might hate me for this chapter but I promise this is a Sam and Andy story all the way, and for the story to work right this had to be placed here so just hold on through this chapter and I promise I will get some good McSwarek action to you soon. On that note please keep up the totally awesome reviews; they inspire me to continue on with my writing! Without further a due, here is chapter 2!
Calling Out For Help Chapter 2: Luke
Standing in the observation room with Jo watching Nixon I can't help but feel somewhat thankful even through all that has happened this week. I'm thankful that I finally got my "white whale" off the streets. I got a cop killer, a military killer, and a sick psycho off the streets today, but not without the help of Andy. With, not surprisingly, no help from Jo at all in fact she stole this case away from me, that was so typical Jo.
Andy, she's the one I am most thankful for. Or at least, I'm thankful I was able to get to her in time and stop Nixon from murdering her. Seeing his hands wrapped around her neck sent my heart into my stomach. Peeling off the duck tape and feeling her soft arms wrap around me as she cried out her thank you sent waves of pride coursing through my veins.
I found her, not Swarek that felt good in its own right. I had beat Sam once again. Once at winning Andy in the first place and now saving her, so HA Swarek stick that in your pipe and smoke it Mr. 15th division badass! I miss Andy so much, but I don't know if I miss her more than I do Jo.
Jo, my old flame, my old lover, was she really the "one that got away" or is it now Andy? My heart answers Jo but my head answers Andy. I watch Jo take a bite of pizza and I realize it's Andy I want not Jo. Jo left me for a better job, Andy found Jo's ring and said yes when I asked her. I finally made up my mind; my heart was telling me Andy as well now, I think, who knows I'll figure it out I guess at some point in time.
"His lawyer's going to be here soon we should get back in there." I hear Jo say breaking the silence, with her muffled voice trying to speak around a bite of pizza she had just taken a few seconds ago.
I just smile and nod back at her with nothing to say coming to mind right away, still lost in my own thoughts of my ex-fiancée hopefully my soon to be again fiancée as Jo continued to talk.
"Can you believe this guy? I've never met someone so arrogant. I mean a locker under Zoey's name, who does that?" after she finishes her little speech, I look at her face, still just as pretty as the day she left me. Her hair slightly curled still, after a long day of hard work, her makeup fading off her face showing her porcelain skin and blue eyes that were bright without the help of makeup. I knew one day she would find that one guy; she would get over me and move on.
I finally broke through my thoughts long enough to become involved in her currently one-sided conversation to ask a question about another suspect. "What's going on with the neighbor?"
She smiles at the mention of the nerd she arrested in the attempted murder of Sophie, before speaking "Oh Jerry's got him, kids crying like a baby. He's like a copy cat pervert; easiest interrogation ever. You and I will be done before the sun comes up."
At her last statement I look up from my shoes, and ask "So?" It sounds as if she expects me to go home with her or something. Maybe I'm not giving off the leave me alone vibe strong enough, because she's strongly implying something else with those words.
With my question out floating in the air between us she looks at me surprised and slightly taken back by my question. She regains her composure before looking down and smiling before defending herself with a weak come back, "So I'm just saying".
Yea just saying, because she was allowing those few words to imply so much more than what I ever wanted from her ever again, never wanted again in the first place.
I finally buck up enough courage to tell her straight that she wasn't what I wanted anymore, but I started off with something that was on the forefront of my mind a little more prominent at the moment.
"She believed me" I stated confidently.
"Who?" Jo asks shortly after, as if she didn't know. She throws her half eaten piece of cold pizza that was loaded with vegetables back into its box. I knew I had hit a nerve with her.
Before answering I wipe the smile off my face knowing this could get dirty with Jo real fast after my next sentence comes out into the open awkward space between us.
"Andy, after everything between us she believed me, in a way I knew." She scoffs a little bit before once again trying to defend her actions on this case.
"Luke I was doing my job!" She half heartedly defended, even though I know she knew she was wrong for what she did today. She stole my case, she stepped on my toes. Jo made me look like a complete and utter competent detective, something I strived very hard to not achieve in this division. I worked hard to be the best detective I could be.
My next answer was filled with anger, and disgust at this woman I use to love. "You just couldn't wait could you? Same as it ever was. I made a lot of mistakes but this by far was the worst. I want her back and I want you gone"
Jo looked down her blue eyes filled with tears she had yet to unleash before she answered with a sorrow filled voice.
"Ok then I'm gone" she stated quietly.
As she walks out of the observation room I lean my head back against the cold wall and down cast my eyes once again. Seeing her eyes filled with pain and tears all did me in as I watched her leave the room. I wanted to say I'm sorry. But to say I'm sorry meant that I had to open my life back up to her again after I just shut the door 10 seconds ago. That was something I was unwilling to do right now.
Feeling the weight that was resting on my heart and shoulders not lifted but become even heaver I sigh and leave the observation room to go back to the integration room with Jo one final time before she left to go back to where she came from, hopefully.
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Some time later I step back out of the integration room with Nixon following behind me hands cuffed behind his back with two cops leading him to booking. Once his lawyer got here things got shaky. The lawyer was claiming that even though Nixon confessed to killing all those women, that because Nixon didn't have his lawyer present we couldn't use it in court.
We finally came to an agreement of re-doing the integration, and luckily for us Nixon still confessed to all the murders. Something I was hesitant that he would do, he was just that slick and surprised both Jo and I that he admitted to the murders a second time around.
After getting Nixon into his holding cell until a transport team would come later this morning, I started reading all the cops' notes on the interviews they conducted on sight of the military base and on sight of Sophie's almost murder, looking for anything else to tie Nixon to something that we may have missed and could use in court to back up the already damming evidence.
Andy's stack of notes catches my eyes. She always has been good at note taking. She very observant when it comes to interviewing, it's why she would someday make a great detective once she gets some more years under her belt as a cop. Her notes also contain just about every single detail that happens. It makes it very easy to catch something going on with a suspect who is not telling us the whole truth.
One note section insides Andy's group makes me start to think about how a sick bastard like Nixon stayed in the military to begin with, and how did that private in his troops that he was sleeping with not know what he was; a sick murdering psycho. She could have been next, and we might not have ever known it because Nixon probably would have killed her on their deployment that would have happened in a few days to a foreign country. Who knows if the legal system over there is any good over there either? The private got really lucky, that we caught Nixon before the deployment.
Wrapping up reading the notes I look around my office, and see that Jo has packed her things already and the wall behind what use to be her desk is lined with full boxes. Sighing I slip on my light weight gray jacket and place my gun in the lack cabinet and grab a piece of paper and a pen.
Finishing writing the note to Jo I place it on top of the boxes she already packed and turn off the lights and shut the door for the night. I glance down at my watch and see it is 1:30 in the morning. I take a look to my left and see Best still in his office doing paperwork, probably for the incident that involved Andy in the storage locker and the paperwork to formally bring charges against Nixon therefore I decide to talk to him tomorrow morning before our next shift started.
Zipping up my jack and fishing out my keys from my pocket I walked out the door and into the cool autumn air. I feel the wind whip around rustling the colorful leaves around the parking lot and brushing the ready to fall leaves off trees while heading towards my car to start the short drive home.
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Just as I am about to reach my car door I hear someone calling out my name so I stop to see who it is, and if it is of any importance.
"Luke!" I turn around and see Staff Sergeant Best following me out, and I go to speak with him.
"Hey Best. We have Nixon in a holding cell until the transport team gets here in a few hours to take him to lockup."
"That's good, but I need to speak with you in my office right now. We need to have a word about some events that have taken place today and over this past week."
"Ok sure." I hit the lock button on my key chain for my car and follow Best's lead to his office.
Once we get into his office I unzip my jacket and take it off setting the light weight fabric to rest on the back of the cold black metal chair. I sit down and wait for Best to start talking.
Best sighs and leans back in his chair closing his eyes for a few seconds before starting to talk.
"Luke, you are one of the best detectives we have here at the 15th Hell in the region, but that doesn't mean I can over look what happened tonight. You made some serious errors in judgment. Errors that were made today could have cost me one of my rookies, my best rookie in fact. I can't just forget about this. I am going to have to write this up and see what happens. "
I can't believe this is happening. How could Best do this? I caught a cop killer, and an all out psycho, got him off the streets for the rest of his life and he's writing me up?
"But Best! I got Nixon! He killed all those woman and Zoey Mart…." Best held his hand up for me to stop before I could finish my sentence and I sigh crossing my arms over my chest and wait for what Best has to say next.
"Andy almost got killed tonight Luke. I know you and McNally are having some issues right now, which I know is causing you some problems, but you made fatale errors that had McNally bound with duck tape at her hands and feet with her mouth and eyes covered with the duck tape as well. Thank God you got to her, but that should have never happened!"
I lean forward and place my elbow my knees and rest my face in my hands. I knew Best was right. I put Andy is danger, but don't I get some credit for saving her? Nixon could have killed her but I rushed over to the storage locker to save her!
"Ok, what happens next after this write up get filed?" I speak with hesitation laced in my voice, my entire career might be hinging on what Best has to say next.
"Well because of the severity of what the outcome of these errors were it will have to be sent up stairs to the higher ups. They will take it from there, but I'm expecting an IA (internal affairs) investigation will happen because it did cause harm to a fellow officer. Fingers crossed they won't do anything after that, but Luke, you will be very lucky if they don't suspend you for some amount of time that I am pretty sure of. That's not even the worse they could do."
Those were the words I was dreading "suspend for some amount of time". That meant not working. Work was my life; it almost tore me apart after being shot not being able to work.
"Best! Come on! I saved Andy! They can't suspend me for that!" Now I was becoming slightly irritated because he didn't seem to acknowledge that I had saved Andy at all.
Best gave me a stern look that told me I had said something wrong and dug myself a deeper hole than I already had to begin with. A hole that was close to becoming 6 foot deep, and growing bigger with each word I said. I was digging the hole that would bury my career if IA finds I did something horribly wrong. They had fired people on a lot less than this, I would be lucky to come out with my badge at the end of the investigation.
"Luke, let's get this straight right now" Best said after pushing his chair back from his desk and standing up. The chair push had so much force behind it that the chair hit the wall and bounced off leaving a black line on the wall from the contact. He leaned forward his hands placed on the clean glass desk in front of him.
"You might have saved Andy's life but let's think about this a different way shall we? Andy went to that storage locker and found evidence. Evidence you told her existed somewhere even though you didn't have the slightest pit of proof to back that up. She called you and you told her that you would get a search warrant. That was error number one right there telling Andy about evidence that might or might not have existed. Error number two was that you weren't on the case any longer but you told Andy that you could get a search warrant. You should have called Jo and told her. Jo should have made that call on whether or not to get a search warrant. Then you rush over to the storage locker because you want to see the evidence for yourself before anyone else got their hands on it. That was error number three. You should have known that whatever you touched would hold less value in court because of your previous attempts at trying to nailing Nixon for killing Zoey. So now no matter how damming the evidence might be there is a chance that the court will throw it all out and where would be after that? I'll tell you where right back where we started Luke, with nothing to nail Nixon for the murders except his confession which might or might not be enough because you took it and his lawyer wasn't present the first time!" After laying out those three errors Best took a break and tried to relax a little bit before speaking once again this time in a little bit softer voice.
"Error number four is not going in the write up because it's a personal matter between you and McNally, but Luke it was an error that you never should have made because it made this work place is filled with tension, my division filled with tension and I won't have that. Error number four was cheating on McNally with Jo. What is the Hell were you thinking? And on the departments dime no less! You used a stake out room to cheat on McNally Luke! I really should write you up for that one as well but I figure I'll let it go for now because you have enough that's against you without this as well. Did you know when Sergeant Peck came in; she asked me what was going on in the division? The tension in the room when Andy was here was so palpable it made the division look like a bad work environment to the public. Which was the exact opposite of what we wanted to portray to the public we only had one shot to get it right and it was ruined! Andy wasn't her normal self and you were nowhere to be found after a few moments of the doors being opened. People are already talking Luke, and if anyone ever finds out you used the room that was for a stake out to cheat, you career really will go down in flames."
I slowly nod my head in understanding to Best. He was right, if anyone found out that me and Jo had used that stake out room for things other than a stake out, not only would my job be on the line but Jo's also. I hoped for both our sakes that it didn't come out, because it would be Hell to pay if it ever did.
"Look I understand that things aren't going right with McNally, but you need to think before you act again. Personal things need to stay personal and out of the work place detective. I can't and won't have you putting anyone else's life at risk. I mean have you ever thought about what if you hadn't made it to the locker in time? We would all be attending a funeral for one of the best dam rookies to come through the 15th in a long time. Maybe I should put you on leave for a little while and let things settle down in the division. Let everyone clear their heads, because in our line of work an unclear head is the difference between life and death on the streets."
Once Best tells me how the rest of things will work for awhile, and allowing me to stay on active duty I pick up my jacket and walk back to my car. Thinking of how wrong I was about today. I thought it ended well, but now all I want to do is get home and drown myself in scotch, to wash this horrible ending away.
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The drive home only took 10 minutes putting me home at two o'clock AM. I knew walking into the big dark house that it felt empty without Andy here, probably always would if she doesn't come back to me. Thinking once again about the brunette, brown eyed bombshell I placed my keys down on the table by the door and walk farther into the house to put my jacket away in the closet.
Once I opened the door I am assaulted with Andy's smell. It was flowery but had a hint of vanilla in it. It defined Andy to the core. She was soft like the flowers but could be a head strong like when you add to much vanilla to cookies or cake and it makes that vanilla flavor to strong. Looking at her jackets hanging in the closet I can't help but reach out and touch the material. I was waiting and wishing for the day to come when she was back home with me, back in my life as my fiancée, my wife. I knew in my mind we could get through all this, and get back to that once happy place.
Seeing her jackets lining the inside of the closet I being to wonder where she was living right now. I think I heard her say something before she left me about her dad being on a cruise or something like that so I don't know if she was living there currently. Before I get too wrapped up in my thoughts again I head to the master bedroom and pull out some sweat pants and a t-shirt and change. Stripping off the clothing I had worn for almost 24 hours and putting on fresh clean clothes to relax in.
As I lay down to try to sleep some I know it will be futile to try. My mind is racing a mile a minute thinking of Andy. Or at least what I think I'm feeling is me missing Andy. Falling asleep at 2:15 my mind transformers my once brown eyed fiancée to the blue eyed girl that left me so long ago, the same one I just pushed out of my life for fear of getting my heart broken again. The last thing I remember is hearing her name slip from my lips.
"Jo"
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Hearing my cell phone ring I slow wake up and slap my hand around my nightstand to try and find the phone to answer. Looking at the caller ID I take a small amount of time to glance my own set of light blue eyes towards the time and see its only 2:30, I answer the call before the caller hangs up and start the conversation with,
"Hey, are you ok? You've never called this late before."
The caller answers and I am quickly throwing jeans on and running out the door with my keys, into the dark morning heading to the location I'm told to go towards.
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Authors note 2: I know you all probably really want to kill me for this but just have faith, this is totally apart of the plan, and as I promised earlier this is a Sam and Andy story. I just need to set this up to build this section of the story a little bit. Up next is either Sam's night or Andy's father, Tommy's, night. I need your help to decided so please review and tell me what point of view you would like first! Hope you enjoy Best raking Luke over the coals for getting Andy almost sent to her death :D Best is going to play a big role here soon so that's why this needed to come first…. Reviews are loved and good helpful critics are welcome as well as long as it is constructive criticism and not just negative and mean!