Title: Calling Out For Help
Couple: Sam/Andy
Rating: T, mild language and may have some adult themes later.
Part: 13 of?
Pages: 9
Spoilers: season 2 episodes 1-8
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: Woohooo! I finished all my work I needed to get done for my classes so now I am spending time finishing up this story! Hope you all enjoy!
Calling Out For Help: Bullets Tend Help One Admit Their feelings!
Sam:
My wrists are rubbed raw from the rope, and I am starving. I haven't slept since I was put in this room. Every time I close my eyes, I see her face. I see Andy crying standing in a black dress with other cops surrounding her as they lower a casket into the ground. A casket that has my name on the headstone placed ahead of the dark brown wood box. I see her sitting at my house with my sister boxing up my belongings closing the blinds and locking the house.
Those visions alone make me continue to fight the tight ropes that bind me to this column. Seeing the door open, I look at the shoes and see expensive leather shoes. I know automatically it is Luke. His feet stop to my tied together feet and kick them, letting me know he's here, as if I could miss my kidnapper entering the room. His obnoxious voice enters my ears and makes my headache, which I had since Jo kidnapped me, worse.
"Look up Swarek."
I do as he says if only to appease him, to make it back home to Andy, my love. I look at his expensive shoes and move my eyes upward, flowing over his wrinkled khakis and disheveled button up shirt. I finally force my sleepy eyes up to his face.
"Police are here, you are to be quiet and not move an inch or I will kill. You got it? I don't need this thing going south."
I nod, not willing to speak, not knowing if I could find my voice even. I feel a blindfold going over my face, and something being shoved in my mouth again. I try to speak around it and realize it is to keep me quiet, to hide me. I prayed to anyone I could that the team would find me. Andy needs me, and I need her.
Hearing the door bang open I hear Luke shout something about shooting if they didn't get out. I realize then, I may not come out of this one alive. It hits me that Andy has no idea my true feelings for her; she doesn't know that I love her. That she is my forever, my soul mate.
I hear something explode down stairs and I feel myself drift off, unable to hold sleep at bay anymore.
Sometime later, I wake up to a gunshot. I look down, but remember that I have a blind fold on. I feel a searing pain in my arm, and then I feel another pain in my leg and a final blow to my shoulder. I feel hot liquid soaking into my dirty uniform.
I drift off into oblivion, into my inner vision of heaven, my slice of paradise with Andy and couple of kids that were miniature versions of us.
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Andy:
No, no no no no no…
He can't be shot. I can't lose him!
I need to get out of this damn car!
My thoughts were running a million miles a minute. It was on one thing in particular, Sam. Hearing one shot I froze. The shots that followed jump started my heart into a race to supply my body that was in emotion turmoil.
I hear one final shot and see the teams come around and spilt off. One team going up the stairs and another team follows the spiral staircase downstairs to the basement. I jerk the handle of the door open trying to force my way into the house. I can't get the door open, forgetting that Best locked me in. I beat my hands against the glass my tears long forgotten but that were still falling down my red stained face onto my jeans, bleeding through the fabric.
The radio in Best's car goes off and I hear an unknown voice shout, "OFFICER DOWN! UPPER ROOM! RUSH IN PARAMEDICS."
Hearing those words sends my world into a downward spiral. I had a horrible gut feeling that it was Sam that was shot. I just knew it was him. My heart felt like it was going to fly out of my chest, it was racing still. I see paramedics that were already, on the scene run up the stairs taking multiple steps at a single time.
I scream out for Sam. His name falling off my tear stained lips in rapid succession. It sounded like a prayer, like a demand for his to come back to me. My hands start to hurt, so I stop banging on the window and wipe my face. I sit in a sob-filled silence, waiting to see if it truly was my love that got shot.
Passing minutes felt like hours, and the hour that really had past felt like days. Glancing at the clock, I hear the radio rumble to life again. "Found Callaghan, Best you might want to see this."
I tune out the rest of the radio chatter and focus my eyes back on the front door. I see feet on the steps and hold my breath with anticipation. I see the stretcher with Sam on it. I try to open the door again, and remember Best locking me. I fling my small body over to the driver side and smash the passenger control button and return to my side of my car to open the door. I swing the door wide open and run towards the stretcher that housed Sam.
The paramedic blocks me from seeing Sam and holds me at arm's length. "Officer, please we need to transport him to the hospital. He will be able to have victory there later."
A strained voice tells the paramedics of a different plan, "She rides with us."
I move my head out of my blocked view thanks to the paramedic and see Sam's eyes barely open, but a smile on his face and his hand open for me. I push the paramedic away from me and run to his open hand.
"Sam!"
Tears of joy that Sam was at least alive made their way down my face falling to the ground. I follow Sam into the back of the ambulance and we make our way to the hospital.
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The ride to the hospital was filled with the paramedics trying to stop the bleeding in the wounds Sam received from the gun shots. I look at the three patches of white gauze and cross my fingers in hopes that nothing major was injured from the bullets. The whole ride Sam goes in and out of consciousness. Making me more and more nervous about the amount of blood he has lost. My eyes move up from his legs to his bare chest, his shirt having been torn off a long time ago in order to allow the paramedics to get to his shoulder wound.
I give Sam's cheek a kiss as I notice the ambulance pulling into the ambulance entrance to the local hospital. Once the bus is stopped Sam is pulled out fast, whisked off to an operating room to remove the three bullets. A nurse waits for me and leads me to the private family waiting room.
Sitting down, I can't help but look back at everything that had happened. My vibrating phone in my pocket brings me out of flashbacks. I answer the phone without even looking at the screen.
"Hello?"
Best's voice booms over the line with an answer, "McNally, where the hell are you? I told you to stay in the damn car!"
"Best, you can't expect me to stay put when I see Sam being wheeled away to an ambulance." I was irritated that Best didn't seem to understand so my voice was a little harsh in my reply.
"Yea I did McNally, but it's over with. What hospital are you at?"
"General, he's in surgery right now."
Best sighs and tells me he's sending Traci over that there is something I should hear from a friend.
Quickly hanging up once the conversation with Best is over, I stand up and start pacing the waiting room.
What could I possibly need to hear from a friend?
Sam made it out ok; the nurse reassured me he was going to be fine.
My thoughts started to consume me until the waiting room door opens and I see Oliver, Jerry and Traci all standing there behind female nurse. I see Traci lightly push the nurse out of the way before she can talk and runs over to me. I feel her arms go around me hugging me towards her. I look to the door and see Oliver and Jerry waling over to us girls.
"Andy, I think you should probably sit down for this." Oliver's voice breaks the cone of silence that fell over the room. Jerry breaks in after Oliver.
"Yea Traci, come on, let McNally go. You're suffocating her!"
Traci pulls away and moves over to her boyfriend hitting him on the arm as she sits down next to him. I take my sit that happens to be one away from Oliver.
"Ok, Best said a friend needed to tell me something, so one of you three out with it."
The men's eyes fall on Traci who sighs and moves her place and fills the seat between Oliver and I. I look at her and wait with anticipation of the words that were about to come out of her full lips.
"Andy, you remember hearing four shots fired at the house right?"
I nod and wait for my best friend to continue on.
"Only three hit Sam Andy, the fourth one, umm there is no easy way to say this, but um the fourth shot was fired by an officer out of the 10th division. The officer shot and killed Luke, Andy."
I glance around and see Jerry and Oliver looking at me anticipating a fall apart from me. I close my eyes and open them again, and still see the same scene.
"Wow. Um yea that was unexpected but he was hurting Sam. Sam is my priority. The officer did what he had to do I guess."
Oliver's voice breaks into the silence filled room as I wait for someone to say something.
"Andy, you know it's ok to feel sad about Luke being killed right? Just because you do doesn't mean you love Sam any less."
I look at him with incredulous eyes. Was he serious?
"That's where you are wrong. Luke shot Sam, Oliver. SHOT him. Sam could have been killed, could have been taken away from all of us. And you expect me to feel sorry about Luke being shot. Hell no! I don't love Luke, never did. How could you even expect me to feel sorry about that sick son of a gun Luke being out of my life for good?"
I look at Traci and Jerry. Both sets eyes are wide with surprise. Oliver is looking down at his shoes.
"Andy, you know that's not true. You were in a serious relationship with the man!"
I move my eyes away from the talking Traci and look at the door, debating on leaving. Oliver's voice sounds over my thoughts of leaving.
"Before you leave McNally, just know we are all here for you, and wouldn't blame you for feeling some remorse about Luke's passing. Sam would want you to express your feelings, McNally."
I nod before opening the door and leaving the waiting room, needing fresh air before I was able to see Sam.
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Feeling the fresh cold air hit my skin, I regret not grabbing my jacket before walking outside. I sigh and huddle under the overhanging blocking the entrance from rain. Although upon closer look, I see small snowflakes falling out of the sky, melting as they hit the pavement still radiating heat from the afternoon.
I see a few cars come and go, but no police cars. I am slightly thankful for that. I just wanted time with Sam without interruption when we were allowed to visit. My wish was not granted though as I see Frank Best's SUV pull up. See me huddling under the over hand, he glances at me and opens the back hatch up and pulls out an extra police jacket. He walks up to me and puts the jacket on my legs which are at a 90 degree angle to the ground.
"Put that on. Swarek will kill me if you get sick and can't see him."
I chuckle but do as my staff sergeant tells me to. I sigh at the warm and nuzzle my nose into the fabric. I find myself wishing it was Sam's scent I was taking in and not some random one. My voice breaks the awkward silence between us.
"Sam has been in surgery for an hour or two now so hopefully he will be out soon."
Glancing over at the tall man sitting next to me, I hear him sigh and stand up.
"Well lead the way to the waiting room, McNally."
Standing up, I pull the heavy winter jacket that was large on my small form tighter around me. I motion for Best to follow me and I take in one last deep breath of cold winter air before heading back to the room.
Walking along the stark white hallways, I am reminded of the last time I walked down these same halls. It was after Luke was shot. Was I sad he was gone, yes I was. Was I happy Sam was ok, hell yea, right now it was all about Sam making a full recovery, not about grieving for the loss of an ex flame.
Opening the door to the waiting room, I see Traci, Jerry, and Oliver in the exact same seats I had left them in. I sigh and start off by apologizing.
"I'm sorry everyone. I didn't mean to lose it, but this is about Sam here. Luke is not even in my life anymore."
Everyone nods and I take my seat back and Best sits a few seats down from Oliver. I take out my cell phone and start to play snake on it, trying to pass the time until I would be able to see the brown haired dimple man who invaded my life and took my heart away from me.
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About an hour later, the door opens again. I see the doctor who was operating on Sam walk in.
"Officer McNally?"
I raise my hand saying "Here!"
He nods and asks me to follow him out into the hallway. I do as asked and wait for any news to come from the doctor who looks exhausted.
"Officer Swarek is in ICU right now, just as a precaution. We do this when all patients come out of the OR until they wake up. Hopefully he should wake up later tonight, or tomorrow morning. The surgery went well, we removed all three bullets. However he will need extensive therapy on his leg and shoulder. His leg is broken and his shoulder joint is being held together with plates and screws. He will be out of work for at least six months maybe longer."
"Thank you doctor, when can I see him?"
He looks down at his watch before giving his answer.
"Give us about another 30 minutes and I'll send a nurse to come get you."
I nod and watch as the doctor walks down the hall, back to the love of my life. Sighing, I wipe my forehead and pull a hair band off my wrist pulling my hair up after this long and eventful day. Once I am done, I walk back into the waiting room to deliver the news about Sam to the 15th division. The amount of people waiting with me tripled once Best came.
"Sam is out of surgery. They removed all three bullets; he will need extensive therapy and won't be back on the beat for at least six months probably longer."
Everyone cheers and asks when they will be able to see him.
"Sometime soon hopefully is what the doctor told me. The nurse will come get me when we can, and then I'll come back and let you all see him some to. "
The ones that do want to see Sam stayed put but the ones who have to get home pat me on my back and hug me. Sitting down, I start counting the minutes until I could see Sam again.
A little over 20 minutes later a nurse comes by and takes me back to Sam's room.
"Officer, I have to warn you. He's got a tube right now breathing for him and he's really pale from the blood loss."
I nod but feel tears coming to my eyes.
"The tube will be pulled out once he wakes up ok?"
"Yea, can I go in now?"
"You sure can."
"Thank you." I look at the door and move my hand to the silver door handle. Pushing open the door, I see Sam laying on the bed his chest being moved up and downed by a machine. The vision brought tears to my eyes and I rush over to the chair beside his bed.
I pull his good hand, his right one, towards me and place my hand in his. I intertwine our fingers and start talking to him.
"Hey Sam, I'm hear sweetheart. You're going to be ok; I just need you to wake up so I can see those beautiful brown eyes again please. "
I don't see his eye open and sigh, but continue to talk to him.
"Everyone is down the hall in the waiting room wanting to see you. Apparently, you're as feared as you always told me you were when I was a rookie. I was so lost without you Sam. Being forced apart has made me realize how deep my feelings for you really run. You're in my heart Sam Swarek, so you better wake up and live this wonderful life with me."
Without meaning to I fall sleep, holding his hand to my heart, wanting me to be the first thing he sees and feels when he wakes up.
Waking up a little while later to a hand on my shoulder, I jolt out of my dreams and see Traci bending down next to me.
"Sweetie, I just came to tell you that were all going to go home. You need to be in here not us. Keep us updated. I'll go by Luke's and pack up the rest of your things ok?"
"Yea, thanks Traci."
She nods and hugs me one last time and leaves the room. I turn my focus onto Sam. I automatically see that his breathing tube is removed. I am confused at first but then I drop his hand and move to look at his medical chart. I see a time dated with a note that said Sam woke up and this tube was then removed.
At least he woke up.
I walk out to the nurses' station to ask when Sam will be moved out of ICU now that he has woken up. I am told that he will be moved in the morning.
Walking back into Sam's room I see his eyes open and looking out the window to the snow that was pilling up outside.
"Sam!" I run to him and kiss him with everything I have. He pulls back and just stares at me.
"Andy, baby. "
I start crying and he moved over a little bit and curl up in the bed with him, being careful of his hurt arm leg and shoulder.
"Shhhhh.. don't cry Andy. I'm here I'm ok. I knew I would come back to you."
I cry even harder at his words. He fought to come back to me. Sam just tells me breathe deep and his good hand comes up to my head his fingers running through my pony tail. I sigh and snuggle my head down into the space between his neck and shoulder.
"Sam, I need to tell you something. "
"I do to Andy. You first though."
I take a another deep breath after finally claiming down and blurt out what I've wanted to say since he was taken away from me.
"I love you Sam."
I don't hear a reply and I remove my face from his shoulder and glance at his face. What I see leaves me breathless. His smile is so big. He puts his good hand on his head and runs his fingers through his messy hair. I then notice the bandage wrapped around his wrist.
"Sam what happen to your wrist? "
"Not now Andy, later. I have something I need to say as well, I love you so much Andy McNally. You are everything to me."
Hearing his words filter into my ear, I lunge forward kissing the man of my dreams to death. Well more like until the heart monitor started going off and the nursing staff walked in on a hot make out session. At that point thought, I didn't really care. I was happy. I had Sam back, he loved me and I knew we were going to be together for the rest of our lives.
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Author's Note 2: wow! There is chapter 13. They finally told one another how they felt! YAY! Now if it would happen in the show I would be a very happy person! LOL
Author's Note 3: Up next is the second to last chapter! Sam gets to come home! What more trouble can this duo get into?
Author's Note 4: thank you all for sticking with this story! I greatly appreciate every review! I can't believe this story is almost at its finish line. Review please; they really do make my world go around!