Drabble Word : Blue
Set : Early to mid-season 1.
Word Count : 200
Disclaimer : Own the words, sadly, not the world.
Andy sat on the bench, staring into the open maw of her locker, feeling absolutely drained. She was numb, packed to the brim with stone. Her body felt heavy and alien and her hands continued to itch.
They had itched even after she had scrubbed her skin raw only two days ago.
A black protective bag hung on the back hook of her locker, its rough material keeping Andy's starched uniform blues clean inside.
This was the first time since the Academy she would have to wear them.
And she would have to wear them to stand witness to the burial of a fellow officer, Crayton Miers. A uniform for nearly fifteen years, he had been a step in T.O when Sam had called in sick.
Andy had been riding with him and found she liked the boisterous and caring man.
Andy had crouched over him, struggling to staunch a waterfall of blood from his neck after he took a shot point blank for her.
Her head dropped to her hands in exhaustion.
There was a gentle touch on her shoulder moments later.
Sam stood over her, face unreadable.
But she knew.
And she leaned into the comfort he offered.