Notes: A BIG thank you to CytheraofNaxen for betaing the story for me!

As I said this one is only short and really is just the end to the last chapter but has the benefit of taking the fic from 13 chapters to 14.

I also wanted to thank everyone for reading this, and all the feedback, alerts and PMs.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rookie Blue.

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Slow and Obscene – Part Two

Sam clicked his door closed and guessed that being quiet wasn't important; the noise coming from the room that Trevor had disappeared into was sickening. It wasn't that the screams were getting louder and more desperate, it was the laugh he could hear. It was one of enjoyment, the bastard was having fun. That thought only served to spur him on; when Sam first left his room he was going to try and find where his back-up was.

There was no way he could walk past that door.

With his shoulder firmly pressed against the door, all it took was one hard push for Sam to force the lock and with it the door open. It took Trevor a moment to realize what had happen and for Sam to take-in the scene in front of him. A girl, her clothes mostly torn off, a bruise already forming around her right eye and blood trickling from both her nose and mouth. Sam's entrance into the room only served to scare her more, the benefit was with Trevor distracted she was able to pull herself free of him, and now she was curled in a protective ball at the far end of the bed.

"What the hell." Trevor yelled in Sam's direction.

It took Sam a few seconds to respond, all the time his hands flexing and contracting into tight fists. Not sure what his next move should be, what would get everyone out safe as it appeared his backup wasn't coming in a hurry. "You're under arrest" Right now the only thing he could think was that the wire wasn't working and he was on his own.

"Hah." Trevor let out a loud laugh with a grin to match.

"Y'know they love rapists in jail" Sam flicked his head toward the scared girl who might be sixteen, but he doubted it.

"You're a cop?" Trevor started to arrange his clothes, "Where's your backup?" Trevor paused briefly, "Cos mine is two rooms down and I think you're on your own." Trevor rounded the end of the bed so he was just a few feet from Sam. "But ... I don't think I'll need any help." With that Trevor launched himself forward, his fist connecting with the side of Sam's face.

Sam instantly felt blood start to trickle down his cheek as he stumbled back, he only just managed to keep his feet. Once he'd steadied himself Sam responded by simply just working his jaw and gave Trevor a half smile, hoping that would disguise the pain that was beginning to feel more like he'd been stabbed than punched. "That it?" Using that as a warning Sam landed his first hit, leaving Trevor with a matching cut on his face. Not giving him any the time to react or recover Sam punched him again, this time Trevor lost his balance and fell awkwardly against the bed frame before landing on the floor.

In one movement Sam flipped him onto his belly and pushed his knee into the middle of Trevor's back. Sam smiled again as Trevor let out a forced rush of air, and Sam leaned in so he was only a few inches from his ear. "Better get use to being face down." Pulling himself back up he began scanning the room for something he could use to secure Trevor with when he heard the first sounds of the cover team approaching. "Hear that? You know what that is? ... No? It is your operation crashing down around you."

"Sammy." Jerry said as he entered the room, relief evident in his tone. "You okay?"

"Nice of you to show up!" Was his only reply.

"So Trevor Jean Ryan." Jerry started.

"Jean?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You're under arrest for trafficking in persons, kidnapping, aggravated sexual assault, sexual assault of a minor, and for the hell of it assault on a police officer." Jerry said with a smile as he handed Sam his cuffs.

"Otto?"

"Boyd's got him," Jerry waved a hand over his shoulder as he used the other to grab Trevor and haul him to his feet. "Here," Jerry handed him over to one of the officers from Gungs and Gangs, "he'll need a medic and get one of the assistance officers in here." Jerry paused a minute his eyes darting around the room before coming to rest on Sam. "That's a nasty cut."

"It's nothing." Sam replied as he tried to step past Jerry.

"Where're you going, that'll need stitches."

"It'll wait." Sam nodded his head toward the hall as a young female officer wrapped the scared girl in a blanket. He guessed her soft voice would help calm the girl even if she didn't know what was being said to her. "There's another one." He added.

Sam led Jerry to the last room as he radioed for another 'PW'. Holding his hand up to stop Jerry, Sam tapped the door realizing he didn't know the girl's name. In his haste to stop Trevor he never thought to ask. "It's me." Sam guessed it sounded as lame to Jerry as it did to him, but he had no other way of letting her know she was safe. That it was over.

He heard the lock click release and then the door slowly open. "It's okay." He repeated, "You're safe."

Once she was out of the bathroom and in the hands of another female officer who seemed to have that same soft calming voice, Sam finally let himself relax and he almost fell as he found himself stumbling backward once again.

"Hey." Jerry reached out and grabbed his arm to steady him. "We really need to get you looked at."

"I'm fine." Sam repeated.

"Yeah, well if you don't mind I think we should get a professional opinion on that." Jerry radioed again for a medic, this time however he added the tag line of having an officer down.

"I'm hardly down ... where's Boyd?" Sam went to step forward again only to stumble a little.

"Hey buddy, sit down and wait for the paramedics." Jerry cock his head over his shoulder, "Boyd can wait."

"I need to know that he got the other girls out."

"He sent Shaw and Noelle back with some of the immigration guys to clear the warehouse."

"What do you mean he's sent them back?" Sam seem to regain his balance as he shot to his feet, the only thing stopping him from leaving the room were Jerry's hands pressed into his shoulders. "If they were split Boyd was meant to go straight in. It's a god damn distribution center."

"What?" Jerry just looked at him confused.

"Trevor told me on the way here that they use the warehouse as a distribution point." Sam punched mattress. "They could be anywhere by now." Not leaving any time for Jerry to respond, Sam lashed out again. "Who was on the wire? They should have been in here twenty minutes ago and they should have sent someone back as soon as they picked up that on the wire."

"It was Boyd."

"What?" Sam heard his own confusion.

"Boyd was the one manning the wire feed."

Sam knew he shouldn't have been surprised that Boyd was willing to let the girls go. After all he was willing to leave them in that life for as long as it helped him. "He said-"

Sam was cut off by the paramedic, "What happened?" The older medic asked as a younger one, a rookie if Sam had to guess waited a few steps behind him.

"He took a punch to the cheek." Jerry answered for Sam.

"Okay." The paramedic said as he pressed on Sam's cheekbone. This only served as a trigger for Sam to pull away and draw in a sharp breath. "Did you pass out?"

"No." Sam answered sharply for himself.

"Well that cut is going to need a few stitches and you may have a fractured cheekbone."

"It doesn't hurt that much." Sam doubted it was broken, he was sure it would hurt more if it was.

"All the same you are going to need to get an x-ray." The paramedic turned to his rookie. "Can you dress that," he said before he shifted his focus to Jerry. "Both the buses are full, are you happy to drive him in or do you want to radio for another one? The closest station is about fifteen minutes away."

"I can drive him." Jerry answered.

"l'Il radio York Central and let them know you're on the way."

"St Michael's." Sam injected a little annoyed that he'd been seemly left out of the decision making process regarding what hospital, if any he was going to. "It's closest to home."

"Don't let him sleep between here and the hospital, I don't think he has concussion but you never know." The paramedic instructed Jerry.

"Here." The rookie smiled at Sam and handed him an ice pack. "Won't do much for the pain but it will stop some of the bruising."

"Thanks." His voice not carrying the message in his words.

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"Does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch." Sam replied with a smile that only caused more pain to shoot down his neck. If he was going to be honest the car ride wasn't helping and the closer hospital might have been a better choice.

Jerry held out his phone, "Thought you might like to call someone, let them know you're okay?"

Sam took the phone and looked at it for a moment, "No, think I'll just surprise them with a visit."

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