(June 19th)
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Chapter 8: Bad Timing

The next day Andy walked into the division humming. She smiled at everyone passing by with a bounce in her step. Even as she was changing into her uniform she couldn't help but carry a tune. Tracy raised her eyebrows and put her hands on her hips after a few minutes.

"Alright Andy. What's up?" Andy pulled on her vest and gave her a quick smile before turning away.

"Nothing. Just had a good day yesterday."

"You humming isn't anything; it has to do with that guy doesn't it?" Andy pursed her lips for a moment before grinning once more.

"Maybe."

"Oh come on Andy I'm dying to know about your mystery man! Can't you just tell me already?" Andy clipped her belt on and grabbed her jacket, getting ready to leave the locker room. She decided that it was time. Well, at least time to tell Tracy.

"After shift let's meet at the Penny and I'll tell you all about him." Tracy threw her hands up.

"It's about freaking time!" They both laughed and Andy left, heading towards the briefing room. When she entered the room immediately she could tell the difference in the air. Instead of a heavy tension it was excitement that filled the air. She sauntered over to the table to find dozen of photos covering the table this time.

"What's all this about?" Noelle looked up at her and grinned.

"We're got the bastards Andy." Andy's head felt light.

"What?" Her voice came out barely a whisper.

"Yeah. We got a call from a civilian yesterday saying that there were half a dozen men carrying firearms outside their building. Not only that but they were transporting this." She pointed to a photo where a large trolley way was carrying something large and bulky covered in a tablecloth. A several men guided the trolled while two carried small but heavy looking boxes. "We were lucky this civilian was nosy and took these photos. We've hit the jackpot Andy. We know what they're keeping and where. We've got video surveillance and audio on the building on them as we speak, if they sneeze we'll know about it." She grinned up at Andy. "Hey, this is great news. We got them." But Andy wasn't listening. She was staring at one of the close-ups of the men. Her blood went cold as she studied the features of the man. Dark-haired, dark eyes and not super tall but more muscular. She knew him. Oh god… She felt her breakfast starting to rise from her stomach.

"Andy? Are you all right? Do you recognize any of them?" She didn't even answer as she reached the bathroom, her stomach empting her food. Andy flushed the toilet and splashed her face with cold water. She gazed into her reflection to see herself looking paler than a ghost. It can't be… it just can't. She leaned over the sink, breathing hard. When she turned around Noelle was in the doorway. "It's normal to be afraid Andy." She spoke softly. "But these guys aren't going to get away with what they did to you. I can guarantee that." She just nodded, not trusting her voice. Noelle gave her a reassuring smile and motioned for her. "Come on, let's fill you in."

…

Sam waited for Keegan to start talking. He knew this was a bad sign. He was just sitting behind his desk, eyeing Sam with a look of suspicion. Sam had filled him in on the lack of information the police had on them and now was waiting for him to start reaming him out. Finally after many minutes of silence he spoke, his accent drawling out slowly.

"So, Sammy. What do you have to say for yourself?" Sam's head was going into overdrive, grasping for an answer. "I have to protect her" was the only prominent thought in his mind.

"Well you see Alex I thought that I would do one step better than just keep an eye on her. I thought that if I became a part of her life I could keep better tabs on her." He stood there with his hands clasped behind his back. He didn't want to say too much. Let him fill in the gaps. Whether they're right or wrong it doesn't matter. Keegan stared at him, trying to find a falter in Sam's face, but Sam was good at his poker face. He was silent again, thinking.

"Well I suppose this a more secure way of getting information from the inside. Alright, why the fuck not." Sam let out his held breath. "But don't get too comfortable Sammy. This deal tomorrow is your number one priority. After that you can do whatever the fuck you want. But if anything screws up, it's on you." Sam acknowledged him. "Alright we meet Naylor at the old school on Johnson. Let the guys know and be back here for six o'clock tomorrow night. We have to make this deal work." He nodded and Keegan dismissed him. As he walked down the hallway he never thought he would be so happy to see Andy tonight.

…

The day had been a long one. Andy slowly pulled off her uniform unable to even process what she had seen. Why did this have to happen? Of course because everything was just too perfect, something had to go wrong.

"Hey Andy? Ready to go?" It was Tracy, standing in front of her in her civvies.

"Um actually Trace, I'm going to have to take a raincheck. I'm not feeling so well." It was true. She felt like crap and she was pretty sure she looked like it too. Tracy nodded, not wanting to push it. She knew her friend had had a bad day. The news about the Keegan's men was all over the division.

"No problem, want me to give you a ride home?" Andy nodded and they both left.

When she finally got into her place she turned on all the lights in the house and sat down on her couch, just staring at the wall. She didn't know how long she sat there for before there was a knock on the door and the sound of the lock turning. Andy jumped up, her gun already pointing at the door. Sam walked in with a bag of groceries and a bouquet of roses. He was so intent on fidgeting with the stuck key that he didn't even see her.

"Damn lock." He muttered and when he finally pulled it out he looked up. His eyes widened and he shut the door before placing the bag and flowers on the floor. He raised a hand up at her, motioning for her to stop. "Andy, what are you doing?"

"Who the hell are you?" She demanded, still not lowering her aim.

"Andy what are you—" She interrupted him, yelling now.

"Don't play stupid with me and answer my goddamn question!" She was shaking but that didn't waiver her aim. He walked very slowly towards her with his hands up in the air.

"Andy, calm down. I'm exactly who I said I am. Sam Swarek. Nobody else." She was breathing heavily. "Andy, put down the gun. We can talk about this, just put down the gun." She didn't say anything but she faltered for a moment. Goddamn it. Why does he affect me this way? He moved forward, encouraged by her hesitation and cautiously took the gun from her hand, placing it on the counter. They stood there for a moment just staring at each other. Then she exploded. All that anger that pent up inside of her let go and she was hitting every part that she could reach.

"I know what you do! I know what you did to me!" She kept punching him. He raised his arms in defence but all that police training made it useless.

"Ow! Andy! Ouch! Stop it!" She kept going.

"Don't tell me what to do you worthless bastard! You did this to me! I trusted you! And all this time you were just playing me!"

"Andy! Fuck! Would you just let me explain?"

"NO!" She screamed aiming a punch for his head. He blocked it by grabbing his fist and the other one flung around, clipping him in the jaw. He grabbed both of her wrists and forced her back until she was pressed up against the wall. Andy's eyes were murderous as she panted, her chest heaving. "Let me go. Now." Her voice was venomous and Sam could see why she was such a great cop.

"No." He replied calmly still holding her wrists. She struggled against him but he pinned so she couldn't move. "Not until you let me explain." Andy pulled against him but it was useless. Instead she just glared at him.

"Fine." She said and he let go of her arms. Less than a second later and she was ambushing him again. He struggled to get control of her limbs and force her back to the wall again.

"Andy, just hear me out."

"No I can't just hear you out. You kidnapped me! You tortured me! How can you stand there being so calm when you damaged me? You know what it did to me!"

"Because I didn't do it!" She scoffed at him. "I was the one bringing you the water. I never touched you. I never agreed to what they were doing."

"Then why didn't you stop it?"

"Because I wasn't allowed to. I argued with him to let you go. He was going to keep you longer, but I convinced him to let you go. Believe me, there was a few guys that would've done things to you worse than death." Andy's breathing had started to slow.

"That night in the Blue Banana. Was that planned?"

"No. I had no idea who you were. But as soon as they took you I recognized you." She looked into his eyes and he could tell that tears were starting to well up.

"So after you let me go, you bumped into me on purpose? This whole time has just been a job to you?" Sam shook his head vigorously.

"No, the opposite. I was told to keep an eye on you. I wasn't supposed to get involved the way I did. But the more I learned about you, the harder it was to distance myself. What I said last night was true Andy. I do love you. More than you know."

"I don't believe you." She whispered. "Everything I know about you is a lie. You were just keeping tabs on me. I was just something you manipulated to get what you wanted."

"Everything about myself as a person is the same. The only thing that's different is what I do for a living. I'm still the same person."

"But you're a criminal! You're the reason I have a job. You can't be the same person if you want to be a criminal. That changes the fundamentals of a person." Sam shook his head once more.

"You're wrong. I didn't join the gang because I wanted to. I did it to save my father from a gambling debt. After this job is done I'll be free. Before all this happened I wanted to join the police academy. Just like you." He trailed off, watching her reactions. Her facial expression changed and he could see that she believed him. His tense body relaxed and he took a deep breath to steady his rapid heart rate. "Andy, I never meant to hurt you. But I had to do to save him. He's family. Believe me when I say that I never wanted this for me, or for you." She was crying now, the tears flowing down her face.

He let go of his grip slowly, waiting for her to hit him again, but she stayed where she was. As they gazed in silence at one another he cautiously wiped the tears away. His let his hand caress her cheek and when she didn't slap him away he leaned forward and kissed her neck slowly and deliberately. He heard her sigh and lean her head back against the wall. "I'm so sorry Andy."

"Sam…" His name on her lips was like plea and he took advantage, running his hands over her torso. He could feel her shiver underneath him. His lips trailed her collarbone and back up her neck until they found her mouth. Hungrily his mouth kissed her and she returned the favour. A new desperation hung around them as her hands clung limply to his chest. "Sam—I—" He moved his lips to favourite spot below her ear and she lost her words. When he drifted down her neck again she spoke. "We can't do this." Andy whispered but his lips were fire everywhere. He didn't stop. Her body was telling him otherwise.

"Yes, we can." His hands found their way up her shirt and cupped her breasts. Involuntarily she arched forward to his touch. His thumbs found her peaks and rubbed circles around them.

"Fuck." She whimpered as she fought against her mind and her body. She wanted nothing more than to continue down this road. But things were different now. Andy felt his warm body pressed into hers, his breath against her skin and his hands doing wondrous things to her. But she couldn't do it. She pushed him backwards off of her and the tears were back. "Leave." She breathed and he just stared at her. "I said, leave." This time more firmly. Sam tried to move towards her again but she pushed him harder this time.

"Andy—" She pushed him again and again until he stumbled backwards only a few feet from the door. The tears were streaming down her face.

"Leave now! I don't want to ever see you again! Go!" She cried and he looked at her bewildered.

"Andy, you don't mean that." She paused for a moment then strode over to the counter and picked up her gun again.

"Yes I do! Now go!" He just stared at her with those onyx eyes she'd come to love so much. Hurt. Astonishment. Disbelief.

"Andy please—" She pulled the hammer back with a click. Sam raised his hands in defeat and reached behind him for the doorknob. He turned it and with one last look at her he stepped outside, closing the door behind him. When she heard his footsteps disappear she put the safety back on the gun and placed it back in its box. Locking all the bolts and chains on her door she proceeded to her room where she lay in her bed, tears continuing to leak from her eyes. Images of Sam Swarek swirling around in her head until she drifted into sleep.

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