"I need you to contact division and get me a number to call."
She was surprised but didn't let it show. "I'm not that kind of girl." She flirted back with a giggle.
Damn she was good. He almost forgot his train of thought.
He started whispering again. "When I took over for Kenton, they were suspicious. Apparently my timing was too good to be true. He brought me in and then he disappeared less than a week later; they didn't want to chance it so they took everything I had: my phone, my gun, everything."
She pulled back and gave him her best pout as she placed her hand gently on his cheek. "So you're all alone?"
It took Sam a moment to tear his eyes away from her lips. "Not for long I hope." He announced loudly before leaning back in and lowering his voice. "Don't worry; I've finally been able to earn their trust but it's pushed everything back. The deal should have been done last week, but I've finally got things back on track. Doesn't matter; what matters now is that I haven't been able to contact anyone. But the deal is going down soon and I'm going to need back up."
"So what exactly are you suggesting?" She asked.
"Excuse yourself to the bathroom and text someone; get me a number to reach Boyd so we can set up the bust. Then make sure you give it to me before you go."
"Are you ok?" She whispered back.
He could hear the concern in her voice and it took him a few seconds to respond. "I'm good…you."
He noticed her tense up for a split second before answering. "I'm good too."
He knew she was lying. "I don't believe you."
"It's fine Sam; I'm not going to bore you with my crazy life while you're in the middle of all this. You have more important things to worry about."
He couldn't help it; the world could be falling all around him and she would still be his first concern. It frustrated him that she wouldn't talk to him so he did what he always did, he lashed out. "So Callaghan let you out tonight?" He regretted it the second it left his lips, but it was too late to take it back.
"We're not together anymore." She huffed before frowning and downing the rest of her beer. She immediately stood up and walked to the bathroom.
Sam's eyes widened; he was more than a little shocked. He returned to his table in a daze and the guys could tell that his conversation had gone totally sideways. By the look on his face he obviously wasn't use to having women walk away from him like that. "Didn't look like you got her number." One of his buddies noted.
"She didn't look too happy when she left either." Another added.
"Nope." He was too stunned to say anything else.
"That's it; that's all you have to say? You can't let that walk away. If it was me, I wouldn't just be looking for her number; I'd be looking for the nearest motel. If you're not going after that, then I am."
That was enough to snap Sam back to reality, and he grabbed his buddy by the arm before he could move towards the bathrooms. "Watch and learn boys; she'll be back. I got it all under control."
Andy went in the bathroom and locked herself in a stall before she sent a text to Frank. She knew Boyd was the one Sam needed to contact, but she didn't have his number nor did she ever care to have his number.
Sergeant Best, you there?
If he didn't answer her text right away, she was going to try Jerry. She was really hoping she wouldn't have to resort to contacting Luke, and she didn't dare make an actual call to dispatch.
Her phone buzzed back almost immediately. It's a bit late isn't it McNally?
It was, but he obviously knew it was important enough that he should text back.
Ran into Sam at a bar across town; he needs a number to call.
Great work McNally! Hold on and I'll get one! Frank was relieved; no one had heard from Sam since Kenton checked back in.
Here's the number; it's an untraceable cell. I assume you'll be pretending it's yours.
He obviously knew Sam well and knew that he would take the opportunity to get the number without giving anything away. Yes sir.
Great. Come see me when you get back to work so you can give me the whole story.
Will do. Thanks.
Night, McNally.
When Andy left the bathroom, she walked right past Sam's table. His buddies were teasing him that he was losing his touch. But just before she got to the floor she looked back and Sam winked at her. She shot him a coy smile before joining the girls for another dance.
She wasn't coy for long though.
Once she satisfied the girls' curiosity, she moved back out to the floor and locked eyes with Sam and started to dance. If he thought her moves were sexy before, they were off the charts now. It was like she was putting on a show just for him, and he was her captive audience. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, and he couldn't stop his mind from wishing they were somewhere alone. And the fact that her eyes were mirroring the same want just turned him on even more.
Sam was getting pretty hot and bothered and wasn't sure if he could keep this up for much longer without actually taking her home. Unfortunately, he knew he couldn't risk it. And although his mind knew that, his body wasn't getting the message.
It was pretty obvious that her moves were for him and him alone, but that didn't stop more than one man from approaching Andy hoping to get to know her better. Their line of sight would be broken momentarily as the man gave it his best shot. Sam should have been thankful for the momentary reprieve, but each time he found his hands clenched tightly at his side while he tried to stop himself from jumping up and tearing the man apart with his bare hands. It was a whole new kind of tension.
In the back of his mind, he knew Andy was going to say no, but he would still hold his breath and wait until she turned the guy down and he walked away dejectedly. Sam could then let out the breath and the vicious cycle would start all over again.
Finally, the night started coming to a close. The DJ put on a slow song, which was the universal signal to the end of the night. Andy eventually turned away from Sam, as the bachelorette party moved to make their way off the dance floor for the first time in hours. And that's when Sam jumped off his seat.
His buddies laughed. "There he goes."
"A hundred bucks says he comes away with nothin'."
That was all Sam heard as he closed in on Andy, grabbing her hand before she could make her way off. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I was going to sit down and relax."
"Not right now." He insisted, leading her back.
He pulled her in close and she unconsciously relaxed into him; she felt whole for the first time in over a month. "I miss you." She sighed.
Sam heard her gasp and felt her body stiffen as she realized what had just slipped out of her mouth.
Sam's voice caught in his throat before he cleared it and admitted. "I miss you too."
He was hoping it was enough, and it seemed like it was. He felt a nervous breath leave her body, seemingly taking some of the anxiety with it.
"Talk to me, Andy. Tell me what's going on."
"It's nothing." She knew their time was limited, and she really just wanted to enjoy being close to him again.
"I'm not letting you go until you tell me."
She wanted to say 'then I'm never going to tell you' because she never wanted him to let her go, but she knew that wasn't going to happen. "A few weeks after you disappeared, I broke up with Luke. I was miserable when you left and Luke finally had enough – I couldn't convince either of us that it was working."
"Are you ok?"
"I am now." She murmured.
Sam couldn't help but smile at that but he knew her joy was short lived. He still had at least a couple of weeks to go with this and he didn't want to involve her any more than he already had.
"Andy…"
She could feel the tears welling up when he called her by her first name. "It's ok…I know."
It was time to change the subject; he needed her to keep up appearances. "Did you get the number?"
"Yeah. I'll give it to you on my way out." She replied sadly.
They danced the last few moments in silence with it ending all too quickly for both of them. He placed a soft kiss on her lips before grasping her hand and leading her off the dance floor. When he let go to return to his table, he gave her hand a quick squeeze but didn't look back. He needed a moment before the actual goodbye.
"Well?" The guys asked before he could even sit down.
He resurrected his cocky facade and bragged. "Just wait for it."
Andy and the girls finished their drinks, chatted for a few moments, and then got up to head home. As Andy approached Sam's table, he could see a napkin in her hand. She barely registered the knowing glances around the table as she only had eyes for Sam. Holding his gaze, she leaned in slowly reaching down with her hand to place the napkin in his jeans pocket. Sam thought he was going to lose it when she just left her hand there obviously in no hurry to take it out. Thank goodness she removed it when she did though because he was pretty sure she was going to get more than she bargained for.
Just as he was about to exhale in relief, he felt himself suck in another breath of air. She actually had the gall to give his pocket a pat. Damn!
"Don't be a stranger." She offered suggestively before turning to his group with a wink. "Bye boys."
And with that she flipped on her heel and joined her group on their way to the door.
Sam continued to watch until the door closed behind her, completely oblivious to all the whistling and taunting that was coming from his table. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the napkin, proudly showing off her number.
"I can't believe you let her walk out."
"You should really go after her."
Sam wanted to, more than anything, but he couldn't. He had to see this through.
He would call the number though.
So this was where my original idea ended and then I was at a loss. With the help of bouncing some ideas off of mamaverd and Sairs J, I now know where I'm taking the next chapter and I sort of know my ending but just have to figure out how to get there. If you have any ideas...feel free to pass them on.