(October 21st 2010)

Hey y'all! So I hope you're enjoying my story so far! All the reviews have been great! The encouragement is really amazing. You guys are awesome!
Oh, one more thing. I've gotten a couple reviews asking about the town? I don't know what that is. Is it a band or something?
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Resist Me

Chapter 4: Encounters

It took a week for the bruises on Andy's face to fade from an angry purple to blue and slightly yellow patches. When she looked at herself in the mirror she still flinched at the sight of her cut and bruised face. Over the past seven days Traci had stayed with her every night in her bed. Waking her when she started to thrash about in her nightmares. A couple days after she returned Boyko sent someone to take her statement. She told them nothing, saying that she blacked out once the bag was thrown over her head. After that a therapist came to try to get her to remember anything that could help. She still continued to lie. Boyko had told her to take some time off, a few weeks, until she was feeling stronger. Everyday she felt a little braver, but not enough to step foot outside. Frank had stopped by yesterday when Traci had told him she'd been scared to be alone in the house. So when he showed up at the door with a German Sheppard she couldn't help but smile.

"This is Konan one of our K9 units. He's on a little break since he pulled a muscle. I convinced a bud of mine to let you keep him for a bit." She bent down and the dog sniffed her suspiciously then wagged his tail. Andy gave him a rub and his tongue lulled out of his mouth happily.

"Thanks Frank." She gave a weak smile and he waved a hand at her.

"Anytime Andy. Not everyone can go through what you did and still be as sane as you." She laughed and he grinned. "I know that Traci said you haven't left the house yet but with this guy nobody can get you. He's one of our finest. With his leg he could probably do with a short walk everyday. Nothing too hard though." Andy nodded and took the leash and food from him. Frank stayed for a few more minutes before he said he had to go meet Noelle for lunch. Andy shut and locked the door behind him, taking the leash of Konan. The dog laid himself down on the floor and soon fell asleep. Andy too laid on the couch for a little nap, letting herself drift into a dreamless sleep.

A couple hours she went back to examining herself in the mirror, carefully putting makeup over the still blue looking bruises with no luck. She brushed out her hair and looked at herself sternly. You will do this. You will walk out that door. You will not be afraid. You've done nothing wrong, they have no reason to find you. With that, she slipped on a pair of flats and grabbed the leash.

"Konan, time for a walk." The dog's ears perked up and he automatically sat in front of her eager to leave. She slipped the leash on and stood staring at the locked front door. You can do this. She unlocked the door and pulled it open. The sun was bright and hot; her choice of jeans and a tank top was wise. Even though she still had fading bruises and that stupid brace she chose to ignore it and just focus on her outside. She made sure she had her phone and keys to lock the house. When she made her way down the steps she was slow, craning her neck to make sure nobody was around. She let out a sigh and walked out of her front gate and down towards the grocery store. Somewhere where there were lots of people.

The hot sun beat down and her and soon she was sweating. Konan happily trotted along smelling everything with interest. She passed a few people on the street mostly woman and children but the odd man or two made her hug the fence like no other. When she made it to the store she smiled with relief. She had made it without freaking out. So as a reward she told Konan to 'down stay' and went into the store to buy her favourite sponge cake and strawberries along with a few bones for Konan. When she emerged a few minutes later with her paper bag full of goodies she saw a man crouched down giving Konan a pet.

"Konan, come." He immediately got up and came to her, sitting loyally by her side. The man got up from his crouched position to turn and face her.

"Well, fancy seeing you here Tiger." It was that man from the bar. He gave her a dimply smile and stuck his hands in his jean pockets. She just stood there for a moment frozen before she grabbed the leash and started to walk hurriedly down the street. "Hey! Wait up!" She continued to walk on, not looking back. She heard footsteps follow after her. "Come on, will you please stop? I'm sorry if I scared you." He sprinted ahead of her to stop her in her tracks. She stopped but stared at the ground avoiding eye contact. "Am I really that horrible to look at?" He teased trying to look at her face.

"No. I just don't want you to see me like this." She whispered as she tried to hide her face.

"Why wouldn't I want to see your lovely face?"

"Because it's not lovely." She tried to get around him but he grabbed her arm and she recoiled in pain. Konan growled at him and he looked down at her arm to see brown splotches down her arms and the brace on her wrist.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean—" Andy cut him off and forced her way past him.

"Please just leave me alone."

"Come on, can I at least get your name? Give me a chance." She faltered at the pleading in his voice and he took advantage to position himself in front of her. He bent his knees a little to stoop his eyes to her level. Gently, he placed his thumb and forefinger on her chin and tilted her head upwards. He gasped as he took in the bruises and she ripped her head away from him as tears started to fall down her cheeks.

"I told you I wasn't lovely." She sniffled hiding her face again with a curtain of her hair. She was surprised to feel him tuck her hair away and pull her face up once again.

"I don't think you could ever be anything short of beautiful. And I say that now too." A blush flushed her cheeks and he gave her a small smile. "Now is there a name that comes with that pretty face of yours?"

"Andy. Andy McNally" She wiped the wet tracks off her face with the back of her hand.

"Well Andy, would you mind going out to dinner with me tonight?" She wanted so badly to say yes, but she wasn't feeling up to going out and having people stare at her. She had already had enough of that today.

"Truth be told, I'd like to but I don't really want to go out looking like this." She gestured to her face and he nodded.

"That fine. We don't have to anything fancy. What about take-out?"

"Take-out sounds perfect."

"My place or yours?"

"I think my place it suited more for a dog." Andy pointed to the obedient dog at their feet and he laughed. "So are you going to tell me who I'm going out with tonight?"

"The name's Sam Swarek." He gave her that smile that stopped her heart.

"Alright Sam, let's go before I die from heat stroke."

The two of them sat on leather couch eating Chinese food in Andy's house with Konan curled up at the foot. Soft music played in the background as they chatted away. Sam sat next to Andy on the sofa less than a foot apart. Every now and then their fingers would touch as they reached for more food. Every time skin brushed skin sparks would shoot through their bodies.

"So are you going to tell me what you do?" Andy asked as she stuffed her mouth with sweet and sour pork.

"Well I guess you would say I'm financial advisor." She raised her eyebrows at him.

"I wouldn't beg you as the type."

"I'm good with money, but I always wanted to do what you do, that or a fire fighter."

"Hmm… I could definitely see you being on the force."

"Is that right officer McNally?" He showed a crooked grin and he extended his hand and let his fingers graze slowly down her arm. Part of her revealed in the way his touch made her skin burn but the larger part of her recoiled at the touch. She ripped away from hi, moving to the other side of the couch. Squeezing her eyes closed she leaned into the armrest hyperventilating. Sam looked shocked from her reaction; his mouth gaped open as he tried to find something to say. "Andy… I-I'm sorry." She kept her eyes closed trying to force back memories of the painful blows she'd received just over a week ago. "I-I—" She held up a hand and opened her eyelids to show tormented amber eyes.

"It's me, not you. Believe me, it's not you." Andy inhaled deeply trying to calm her nerves. "I'm sorry, I'm such a mess." Sam readjusted himself so he faced her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She shook her head sighing.

"Not really something a girl should talk about on a first date." Sam grinned wickedly.

"So this is a date then?" Andy rolled her eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Sort of. Not the kind of date most guys like though. This date involves very minimal chance of getting lucky." He shrugged not looking too bothered by her words.

"Despite what you may think, I'm not just attractive to women to get laid. Not that your looks aren't stunning, which they are by the way." She managed a small smile and he continued. "But seriously, do you want to talk about it? I sort of figured by this" He gestured to her bruises. "That something happened." Tucking her knees into her body, she curled up hugging herself as she took a deep breath before starting.

"You really want to hear it?" He nodded and she started talking, automatically tensing up as she thought back to that night. "I was on patrol with my partner and we noticed some activity on the pier. We went to go check it out and we heard gunshots so we went to go break it up. I made a stupid move and one of the guys got me. Then he threatened my partner with my life until he left, then they took me hostage. Two days later they let me go." Silence from both of them. Sam's face appeared to be contorted with rage? Anger? Confusion? Andy wasn't sure; so she waited for him to talk.

"That's horrible." Sam whispered his voice was tight and hoarse. "What happened when they took you hostage? Did they do that?" Again he gestured to the bruising. Andy laid her head on her knees and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Nothing. I remember nothing. All I remember is them putting a bag on my head and then dropping me off at the pier two days later. I wish I could remember how I got all these injuries. I wish I could remember what happened. But all I can only remember fear and pain. No details." She let her tears fall down her cheeks as she remembered vividly every single blow she had received in those two days of hell. She wished she could tell someone the truth and for a moment she almost wish she told Sam. But her life was hanging on a thin thread and the truth was the deciding factor. Andy hated lies more than anything. She had hated it when her father lied to her about his drinking. She had hated it when Derek had lied to her about wanting to marry her. She hated lying. But this was one situation she would have to let pass. This was after all a life or death situation.

"God I'm so sorry. You must think I'm such a sap." She said as she wiped her tear-streaked face, her mascara smudging slightly. Great now I've probably scared him off. The only guy you like in God knows how long and after one date I already have him running for the hills.

"Actually I was just thinking about how strong and brave you are. Not many people can go through something like that and live to tell the tale." Sam gave her smile, even though his onyx eyes were guarded and narrow." Andy laughed, even though it wasn't a funny statement. "And about before, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so forward." Andy pressed her mouth in the crease between her knees and murmured something. Sam furrowed his brow and pursed his lips. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear that." She twisted her head so her temple was resting on a knee and she looked at him with those brown eyes he adored so much already.

"I said, I would normally love for someone like you to do that."

"Someone like me?" Andy blushed and Sam inched forward intrigued by her reaction. "Oh come on, you have to tell me now."

"Someone like you." She waved her hand up and down his body. "Handsome, friendly, flirty. Off the hot-o-metre." Sam laughed.

"What's the hot-o-metre?"

"It's a scale me and my girlfriend made up to rank guys. You know; ugly, so-so, plain, cute, hot, handsome and then drop-dead-make-you-loopy-gorgeous." He gave a cocky grin at the last ranking.

"You think I'm drop-dead-make-you-loopy-gorgeous?" Andy's flushed even more red as she nodded, avoiding his eyes. He scooted closer to her and made to touch her again, but refrained himself as her reached out his hand towards her. "I'll let you know that you are a twelve on my scale." Sam said quietly and she lifted her chin a little to see his soft expression. "That's the highest mark I've ever given a woman before. Ten is normally the limit, but I had to give you a special category."

"So what does a twelve mean?" She murmured into her skin.

"That kind of stunning-beauty-that-makes-me-want-to-shoot-myself-you're-so-sexy." Andy couldn't help herself, she smiled and in turn he beamed. "And for the record, I'm not in any rush to push you into doing something you're not ready for." He cautiously stroked her hair gently, waiting for her pull back. She didn't. Instead she closed her eyes and forced the panicked Andy into the back of her brain.

"Thank you." She whispered to him and he moved a little closer again, encouraged by her lack of sudden movements.

"There's nothing to thank me for." His voice was tight and when she looked at him, his mouth was in a pursed line. When he caught her looking at him he quickly turned the corner of his lips upwards. "Is there anything I can do for you?" He hesitated for a moment before he continued his thought. "You said you're friend was staying with you?"

"She was. Not anymore. I think her boyfriend wanted her back. It's just me and Konan tonight."

"Will you be okay on your own?" Andy shrugged her shoulders before shuddering.

"I guess I'll have to be."

"Well if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Day or night." He looked at his watch before sighing. "It's getting pretty late. I can't believe we're been talking all evening. I should probably head out." He stood up and Andy untangled herself from her ball. They walked to the door, avoiding stepping on the dog. Sam stood with his hand on the handle, struggling with some internal fight. "Well Tiger, I had a great time tonight." He gave a smug grin and lightly took her uninjured hand and pressed his lips to the back of her hand. "I hope we do it again soon." Sam opened the door and started down the steps turning to say one more thing. "I'll call you in the morning okay?" She nodded, smiling.

"Can't wait." He winked an eye like he had the last time he had seen her and turned left outside her fence, disappearing into the dark.

Hehehehe More suspense! (I'm so evil).
Also just wondering if you would rather this stays a T fic or moves to a M fic with a little smut for later on? Let me know!

p.s. I'm thinking of doing a Rookie Blue crossover with Hawaii Five-O, starring a love triangle between Sam, Andy and Steve McGarrett, anyone interested in reading something like that?

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