(October 18th, 2010)

Okay dokie. So here's the next one. This chapter shows Andy after the kidnapping and a little of Sam's point of view of the whole weekend.
Hopefully it kinda shows you how he was involved and where he stands. Also I thought it's be nice to let you in on his thoughts.
Warning: This chapter contains violence, mild swearing and very subtle hints of rape.

Disclaimer: see chapter 1

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Resist Me

Chapter 3: Fatal Attraction

For the next week Andy didn't leave the confines of her home. She was terrified to her core. When she stumbled up her front steps in pain and agony she located her spare key and collapsed inside her house once the door was locked again. She had lay on the floor for hours, trembling in fear and relief to still be breathing. When she pulled herself up again she grabbed her house phone and dialled the only person she could deal with right now. Ten minutes later five cop cars showed up at her door. When someone knocked Andy jumped grabbing a field hockey stick she brought from her garage.

"Andy? It's me Traci." Her best friend's voice echoed through the door and carefully she unlocked it showing not only Traci but also all her other friends from the division still in their uniforms. When they saw her they gasped and cringed; her normally pretty face was covered in bruises. Her lips were cracked and there were deep hollows under her eyes from lack of sleep. What they couldn't see under her clothes was deeper bruising down her torso and legs. Every joint and muscle in her body screamed at her and her head was dizzy. "Jesus Christ Andy, what happened?" Andy motioned for them to come inside, wincing when she did. They filed in and closed the door behind them.

"Can you lock it please?" Andy's hoarse, dry voice crackled and Dov obliged. They sat down on every surface on her living room. Traci and Noelle sat on either side of her rubbing her back lightly. "I don't remember." She whispered it so quietly that the officers at the end of the room almost didn't hear her.

"You don't remember anything?" It was Chris this time who spoke. Andy shook her head ignoring the pain.

"No, all I remember is them putting my handcuffs on me and that's it."

"How do you not remember anything? You were gone for two and a half days." Gail said incredulously. Chris gave her a shove, telling her to shut up.

"I don't know Gail, you think I don't want to remember?" She snapped at her and tears started to flow again. She leaned her head on her knees that were tucked up to her chest. "All I remember it fear and pain."

"Do you remember how you got home?" Noelle asked kindly, stroking her messy hair.

"I was dropped at the warehouse where we first met them. I ran home from there." Everyone exchanged looks, that distance was over twenty kilometres. "I just want to go to bed." She cried and Traci gave her a light hug.

"Why don't I stay with you for now? You can shower while I make that omelette you love so much?" Andy nodded and the two women helped her to the bathroom. Once they had got her into the shower they returned. Everyone was standing and murmuring to themselves.

"Her face isn't the only thing bruised. Her whole body has been beaten up." Noelle stated numbly.

"This is all my fault. I shouldn't have left her." Oliver said and everyone stared at him. "I should have stayed."

"Ollie this isn't your fault; it's those bastards' fault. If you had stayed they might have killed her right there and then. Don't blame yourself." Frank said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"We need to get her in for a statement." Gail stated and Traci turned on her.

"Are you crazy? She just got here! She's tired, hungry and terrified. I doubt she wants to go anywhere. I think she should rest and calm herself down. What's another few days?"

"If we want to catch these guys then yes, she needs to do it today!"

"She doesn't remember anything! Why do you need to stress her more than she already is?" Gail and Traci were feet away from each other, fuming. Frank stepped between them.

"Fighting won't help anything. Gail, she should rest after such a traumatic experience. When she's recovered she may have a better time remembering details. Her brain is trying to protect itself right now by staying in flight or fight mode. She needs to feel safe again."

"What she really needs is to go to the hospital. She probably has a serious concussion and maybe some broken bones." Everyone nodded in agreement when Andy's small voice came from the hallway as she appeared in the room in a long shirt and wet hair.

"I don't want to go to the hospital."

"Andy—"

"I'm not leaving this house!" She demanded shaking her head vigorously. Noelle drew out her cell phone and started dialling.

"I've got a friend that's an EMT. I'll call in a favour."

"Andy sweetie, you should really have a doctor look at you." Traci moved over to her and Andy shook her head again.

"Hey Brad, it's Noelle. Hmm? Yeah I have a favour to ask you." Andy shook her head again.

"No men." She stated and Noelle stopped talking to look at her. "No men." She repeated and Noelle turned back to the phone. When she finished she hung up and looked at Andy.

"Brad's partner Jill will be here soon. In the meantime I think that some of us need to get back to the barn seeing as we're over half the cops on duty today. Traci and I will stay." Everyone agreed and stated to file out the door, saying their goodbyes. Oliver hung around last shifting from foot to foot, looking like he wanted to say something.

"I'm so sorry Andy." She looked at him to see bags under his eyes and worry lines across his face; he probably had as much sleep as she did over the past couple days.

"It's not your fault. If anything you saved my life. If you hadn't left…" She trailed over not wanting to think about it. "Just get some sleep Ollie. I'm still in one piece." Oliver gave her a light hug and he too left. The next hour consisted of Andy eating, then throwing it up and Jill examining her. When Jill finished she shook her head in disbelief.

"It may not seem like it now, but you're a very lucky woman Andy. For such a traumatic beating you only have a fractured wrist, a couple cracked ribs and a concussion. The bruising should fade in the next ten days to two weeks. Have some Advil and lots of rest and fluids. Keep this brace on you for about a month. Take it easy." After she left, Traci gave her a couple Advil and helped her into bed. Within seconds she was asleep.

Sixteen hours later she awoke at five in the afternoon, her stomach growling. She stumbled into the kitchen to see Traci sleeping on the couch still in her uniform. Andy got a bowl of cereal and gobbled it down within minutes. She looked at the front door to see her duffel bag. Walking over she opened it up to find her dead phone. Plugging it in she opened her missed called. Over thirty missed calls and half the amount were voicemails. She started to listen to them starting late Saturday night. All of the cops had called at least once if not more by the time mid-day Saturday came around. Finally when she hit around nine in the evening it was a different voice that spoke into the phone.

"Hey Tiger, so I don't know if you forgot about our date or you're just playing hard to get; but if you are, I'm not giving up that easily. How about we reschedule for this week? Give me a call my number's 479-2735." She took a deep breath and rubbed her aching head. She was forgotten about her date but hell, she had had better things to think about at the time! She didn't want to call him back. She was in no mentally and physically to see him. She cringed at the thought of going outside. After deleting all her messages and missed calls she sat on the couch opposite to Traci and fell back to sleep.

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When Sam had gotten back to his apartment he was spent. The last few days had been trying and difficult. His weekend had started off promising; he had been waiting at the Blue Banana for Allbrooks' men to show so he could confirm their deal for the next night. He had just sat by the bar watching couples grinding and listening to the pounding music. He constantly scanned the crowd for anything suspicious when he had laid eyes on the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen surrounded by men eyeballing her. Swaying her hips with the beat of the song her long brown curly hair flowing behind her. Something about her was intoxicating. She dressed in a black skirt, which showed miles of long toned legs and a blue halter-top, which gave him a nice idea of what lay underneath. This woman had caught his eye several times, noticing that he was staring unabashed at her.

As much as he wanted to go over and dance with her, he couldn't move from his spot if Allbrooks' guys showed. Instead he raked her body as he watched her, silently sending her a message. Soon enough she broke away from her horde of men to saunter over to the bar, just a couple feet away from him. She had looked straight through him, not acknowledging his presence. He smiled as he figured she was waiting for him to make the first move. He watched her lean onto the counter, her shirt rose up a little to show a smooth back. He stared openly as she called out for a beer.

"Well hey there beautiful. What's a girl like you ordering a drink for youself?" She turned and her face was even prettier than her face; soft, kind with a stubborn streak and stellar amber-coffee eyes.

"Apparently there aren't any gentlemen in this club, that's why." She retorted coolly. Witty too. He thought as he pulled out a ten and handed it to the bartender paying for her drink. He raised his eyebrow as if to say "how about that?".

"Easy there Tiger, did it ever occur to you that you were just looking in the wrong places?" She moved towards him and he reached out to drag her into his open legs, her body mere centimetres from his. Her breathing increased as he whispered into her ear. "Or maybe you were waiting for me." He teased as he trailed his nose across her soft skin, inhaling her scent. He couldn't pinpoint what it reminded him of but it was sweet, like fruit, mixed with a bit of musk. "Am I right?" He moved his lips onto her neck, kissing her lightly up and down her neck. A giggle emitted from her and he grinned.

"Maybe." Although he hadn't done any drugs before something about her made him want her more than anything, like a craving addicts get. A gravitational pull that he hadn't felt before. Chemistry? Lust? Or something else? He wasn't sure. He pulled back and examined her face. Her eyes were mischievous as she gave him a wicked smile. So she wants to play a game eh? He tucked some hair out of her face.

"Sounds like you need some convincing." He leaned in to claim her rosy lips when a tap on the shoulder stopped him. He pulled back frustrated as he turned to see the guys he was waiting for. Great. Now they decide to show up. He remarked snidely in his head as the blonde spoke.

"Are we going to do this or what?" He snapped at Sam and he gave a short nod turning back to this stunning woman.

"Well, I'm sorry to say that I have to leave you. Can I call you so we continue this later?" He took a napkin and a pen, handing it to her and she hastily wrote down seven digits. He gave her his best smile and got up to leave. "Later Tiger." He winked at her and followed the boys out, trying to convince himself not to throw the entire deal just to stay with her. Yeah, Keegan would have my head if I did that. Outside the raving club the two guys went over the deal that would go down the next evening.

Now a few days later it seemed so simple. Too simple. He had called her and they agreed to meet on Sunday for drinks. If he could he would've met that night but he figured the deal would be so late there'd be no point. Then that evening getting on to midnight his gang met up at the wharf. Keegan reminding them of what they were there for.

"No guns, no deal. Keep you're eyes peeled for anything suspicious." And that's exactly what happened. Gordon from Allbrook's group changed his mind and all hell broke loose. Keegan temper got the best of him and he drew a gun and shot him in the shoulder, causing him to go down. There was yelling as he all retreated behind their car doors drawing guns. Then to make matters worse a cruiser pulled up and two cops started shouting at us. Allbrook's men jumped into their vans, booking it out of the parking lot leaving them to deal with the cops. Keegan yelled for Sam and the others to get the counterfeiting plates from the warehouse and they obeyed. Sam heard more gunshots and a grunt; Hudson had gone down. Now there was silence. He heard Keegan yelling across the lot. ""I suggest you back away copper. Or your partner gets it." What the hell was he doing out there? "Now get back in your car and drive away. Call off any back up and leave." A muffled voice travelled and Sam guessed it was the cop he was talking to. Then a female voice much closer to Sam echoed to her partner.

"Ollie, just do what he says! Go!" Why did that voice sound familiar? "I'll be fine. Just go!" Sam heard her voice break and a sob escaped her mouth. Jesus Christ what was Keegan getting us into now? Sam heard more yelling then the cop cruiser skidding away. They emerged from the building so see a bag over the cop's head as Keegan loaded her into the SUV. Others filed into that car or the other. Sam took the passenger seat as West took the wheel. He turned in his seat to see Keegan search her pockets and pulled out her badge.

"Name's Andy McNally." He hand Sam the ID to see the woman's face from last night plastered to the card. His hands went cold and his throat seized up. Not her. Were the only words that flashed through his mind. She would recognize him, she had his phone number and she could trace it since she was a cop. Shit. Sam started to panic, not listening to the others arguing with Keegan in the van. When they made it to base Mark took her and started to lead her to the spare room in the back of the warehouse. She shoved him with her body making him fall down only to have Heckles pin her to the ground.

"I don't think so missy. It's been too long since a woman has graced our presence. We wouldn't want you to leave so soon." Sam froze as Heckles spoke to her. Out of all the guys in their gang Heckles was the one he liked the least. Slimy, gross and a track record the size of a grocery list. The things that he's done to women… Sam shuddered and Keegan called him on it and took her into the back room. Five minutes later, he came out rubbing his hand.

"Damn that woman has an iron jaw." He shook out his hand and everyone turned to him, all yelling at once.

"A cop? What the hell were you thinking?"

"What are we going to do about her?"

"What about our deal?" Everyone had a million questions as they panicked. Most of our gang wasn't trigger happy, just interested in money. Keegan held up a hand silencing everyone.

"Alright would ya shuddup! We'll counter on the deal or find another one; Allbrook isn't the only one interested in counterfeited cash. Naylor could provide us with more guns anyways if we play our cards right." The men nodded, happy for someone to be telling them what to do. "And as far as the girl…." He looked over at Sam. "Sammy, what do you think we should do about her?" He stared back at him and raised an eyebrow. Why did he want his opinion? This was his chance to let her survive.

"I think we should let her go. She didn't see anything or hear anything important. She's of no use to us. She'll just make the cops angry and the last thing we want is the cops on out tails." West snorted.

"So we're just going to let her free. Don't you think she'll talk?"

"What's there for her to talk about? She doesn't know anything." Keegan walked around the group, hand running through his brown hair.

"I think Sammy's right. But West has a point; if we let her go now she'll try to find us first. Let's keep her here a couple days to give her a good scare. Then she'll leave us alone." There were murmuring of agreements throughout the men and Heckles smirked. "That doesn't mean what you think it means Heckles. You're going to stay away from her." He snarled and left to go have a smoke outside while the others went back to work. West and Jimmy started the printing machine again while Keegan strolled over to Sam. "Water her. Keep her alive. She's your responsibility now." Then he too went out for a cigarette.

Sam took a glass and filled it up, plopping a straw in the cup. He opened the storage room door to see Andy tied to the chair and black bag over her head. When she heard him enter her head whipped around and her voice squeaked out frightened.

"Who's there?" He didn't say a word, knowing that if he did she would recognize him. He walked over to knee in front of her with the glass. He laid a hand gently on her shoulder and she jerked away. "Don't touch me!" She screamed at him and he lifted the straw under the bag to her mouth. She tossed her head avoiding the straw, unsure of what it contained. Wishing he could just explain what he was doing, so he tried to flick some water at her. Guess I was right about her being stubborn. Finally after ten minutes of trying he gave up. An hour later he went back to try again but failed. It took another three tried after that when she finally took the straw. When eight o'clock his he realized that if this all hadn't happened he would have been having a date with Andy. Not watching her be tortured. A few minutes past nine he used his cell to call her and leave a message, covering his tracks. Over the next forty-eight hours he asked Keegan to let her go. He could hear her crying or yelping in pain and when she did his insides twisted in a gut wrenching way. Thankfully Heckles stayed far away from her but Keegan refused to let her go and instead he let everyone take a swing or two at her claiming it would "shut 'er up."

When everyone had been there for two days working on piecing together a deal with Naylor, Keegan called for West and Sam.

"Alright let 'er go. I found her home address so we'll drop 'er there." They took Keegan got the sedan while Sam and West went to go grab Andy. They loaded her into the car and started towards her place, Keegan took this time to give her a talk.

"Alright Andy McNally, here's the deal. We're going to let you go, as long as you don't breath a word of this. If you do, a hell of a lot bad things are going to happen to you, a lot worse than what happened this weekend okay?" When she didn't answer Keegan struck her making Sam wince. "Do you understand?" She moved her head. "Good. If people ask you're going to tell them nothing. You're going to say you blacked out. You don't remember anything." She agreed with another nod and West stopped the car in front of a pleasant town house. Keegan opened the door, placing the keys to her cuffs in her hand before he shoved her out of the car. "Remember our warning. Because we'll find you if you don't." He slammed the door and West sped off down the street so they were out of sight when she took off the bag. Keegan put his arms on either shoulder of the car seats in front of him.

"You better be right about this Sammy, because from now on I want you to keep an eye on 'er. Like I said before, she's your responsibility now. If she's says one word, you're to take her out."

"What? Keegan, you know I don't do that."

"Are you saying no to me?" His accented voice was threatening and Sam's seized up. Keegan was someone you didn't want to say no to.

"What I'm trying to say is does it really need to go that far? Stalking her? Killing her? I'm pretty sure she'll keep her mouth shut after the damage you guys caused her."

"Look Sammy, I took you in as payment for your pops mistakes. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to take this place for his life. Now if I say keep an eye on 'er, I want you to keep an eye on 'er." He growled and numbly Sam nodded. "Your place is in 'er neighbourhood, it shouldn't be hard." They dropped him at his place five minutes later and Keegan gave him a stern look before they drove off.

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