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Sam hefted his bag over his shoulder and tugged on the strap to tighten it. He locked his truck and walked through the car lot to enter Division 4. Instead of walking through lock-up he went around the building to the front entrance so he could meet the Staff Sgt before setting himself up for the day. The officer on the front desk seemed to be expecting him and recognised him as soon as he walked in.

"Officer Swarek." She was young, redhead and had a smile that didn't seem to have a dimmer switch.

"Yeah." Sam was taken aback by the recognition but tried not to show it.

"Staff Sgt Andrews told me to expect you." She looked him up and down unabashedly. Then back up to his face and flashed him another smile. "He is waiting for you in his office. Here is your security swipe; you can go right on through. I'm Officer Fiona Reed, let me know if you need anything, anything at all. Welcome to Division 4."

"Thanks." Sam smiled politely with a nod as he took the swipe the officer held out and walked into the bullpen. It was all very familiar despite it being his first time in this division. It was the same atmosphere, the same bustle that he was used to and enjoyed in Division 15. Uniformed cops, detectives in suits, and people in gym clothes, all milling about, going about their day. He caught a few curious glances as he walked through to go to the main office but he figured it would be a few days before that died down. Before they had all managed to approach him and ask him the burning questions that they were all contemplating behind his back. He spotted Andrews sitting at his desk and knocked on the door before pushing it open.

"Ah Officer Swarek." Andrews came around his desk to meet him and shake Sam's hand. "Welcome to Division 4." He was an elderly heavy set man. Sam knew he had been in this position for way longer than any other Staff Sgt in other divisions but he also knew he has passed up many promotions.

"Thank you , sir."

"So, I was surprised you put in for the transfer." Sam was surprised by his forthrightness but Andrews wasn't looking for a response as he continued to talk. "I've been hearing great things about the work you've been doing out at 15." As he spoke Andrews leaned back on his desk and crossed his legs at his ankles.

"Thank you sir." Sam bypassed the open question about why he was transferring and instead just thanked him for the compliment.

"You understand that it's mainly grunt work we have for you? Not too much street time and loads of paperwork."

"Yes sir. I spoke in depth to Detective Reynolds about the position."

"Staff Sgt Best mentioned that you are trying to work your way up into Guns and Gangs." Sam nodded. "Well this is certainly the best way to go about it. We've set up a desk for you and Detective Reynolds is going to go through the cases you'll be working on."

"Great, I'm eager to get started." Sam smiled and Andrew s went to open the door.

"Well let's get goin then."

Andrews walked with Sam through the bullpen and into the parade room that was quickly filling up. They walked to the top of the room and a hush fell over the gathered crowd.

"Alright people. Monday, September and the universities are back! What does this mean? Doyle?"

"Frat Hazing." A young officer at the front called out.

"Correct. Last year the Coast guard fished 4 kayakers out of the bay, all dressed in togas with Phi Epsilon or something on their chests. Not to mention two statues being beheaded and one city bus being stolen. So eyes open people. And finally, we have a new edition to the division, Officer Sam Swarek has joined us to help with Detective Reynolds cases in Guns and Gangs so please help him to feel welcome." A scattered applause went round the room and Sam acknowledged it with a wave and a smile. "Alright, protect and serve, and stop those college kids from wrecking my god dammed city!"

As the room emptied Detective Kevin Reynolds came over and shook hands with Swarek. "Officer Swarek, great to have you."

"Thanks, and its Sam."

"There are two cases in particular that you are going to be working on." Kevin gestured for Sam to follow and he walked out of the parade room over towards a closed office. The room was about 12ft sq and had two desks. Each desk had a computer and the walls were covered with various pictures from different case files. "This will be your desk, and the main file you are going to be working on is the Adams Case."

"Phillip Adams?"

"You know it?"

"Not everything. But he's been bringing guns in on the tourism route. Chartered boats from the US, full of guests. I think he was involved in the case up in Blind River?"

"Yeah one and the same but he walked on that case. This time we have him selling gun parts through separate companies that we believe are all part of the same corporation."

"Right I see."

"But to prove that we need to show paper trails. Each customer is buying a gun and the parts are seen to be sold from a different company, but in fact it's a single transaction. We have database of sales that needs to be sifted through. And about one hundred and twenty three hours of phone conversations that need to be heard and documented." Sam nodded his head as he sat down at the computer and started it up. Kevin looked like he was about to leave the room but instead he paused, turned to face Sam with his hands on his hips and spoke again. "This case, this rotation will probably last about 5 or 6 months. I spoke with Detective Boyd about the work you were doing UC with him and he was surprised you came sniffing for this transfer, rather than calling him for a position directly. Is there eh, is there something I should know?"

"No, just looking for a change of scenery." Sam gave him all the answer he was willing to share.

"I heard about the incident a few months back. That must have been tough."

"All part and parcel of wearing the badge."

"Dunno about that. Well at any rate, it's clearly going to work to our benefit here at Div4. Good to have you Sam."

"Thank you."

"We'll take you out for beers tonight and show you the ropes in the bar. Until then if you need anything you know where I am."

Sam watched as Kevin left the room then sat back in his chair and puffed the air out of his mouth. The room was stuffy even with the air con on, there was one large window that looked out onto the bullpen, the other walls were covered with various notices and pictures. He kept expecting her to walk by the window, smile and wave, even walk in through the open door and hand him a coffee. But none of the faces out there were familiar. Sam shook his head and focused on the task he was given.

Andy opened the back door and helped the man out of the patrol car. He struggled against her grasp but she held fast and guided him into lockup where Chris was manning the desk. Andy put her perp into the stool by the wall and cuffed him to the pole. Without looking up Chris came over with his clipboard and pen ready.

"Hey Chris, this guy tried to hold up Marty's Pharmacy."

"Marty's on Bremner?" Chris asked, finally looking up to see the man she brought in. He was about 6ft 4 and had to be 250lbs. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, showing off all the muscles he had worked on. His head was shaved and he had a cut on the side of his head.

"Yeah!" Andy was laughing.

"You must be new in town…" Chris bent down into the perp's face. "No one holds up Marty's! Name?"

"Fuck you." the perp said though gritted teeth.

"Is that your surname or your Christian name?"

Andy was laughing as she filled out her end of the paperwork at the desk. "He wouldn't give me a name either. No wallet or ID when I searched him. He came in on his own, walked right up to the counter and tried to rob it."

"With a weapon?"

"No."

"Amateur hour!" Chris leaned down to get a better look at the cut on his head. "Shouldn't you have taken him to the hospital?"

"He refused medical treatment on scene, EMT cleared him for the arrest."

"Okay, Mr F You, welcome to division 15." Chris opened the cell, uncuffed him from the wall and put him in.

"You have it from here?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, thanks."

Andy signed the pass off sheet, went in to the bull pen and started to walk to the coffee station where she could see Traci getting herself a drink. But before she could talk to her she caught Frank trying to get her attention from the door to his office. He was waving for her to join him. Traci had noticed this just now an shrugged as Andy walked past her.

"Sir?" she said as she walked in to the office. Franck gestured for her to take a seat and only then she noticed that there was another person in the room. It was a tall slender woman, who was well dressed and carrying a thick file.

"McNally, you were involved in that bust up on Dundas last night?"

"Yes sir."

"There has been…a complaint of conduct." Andy was too shocked to reply. Frank watched the shock and fear cross her features. "An investigation has started."

"Conduct? Mine? Who made the complaint?"

"One of the young men you brought in. Jarvis Morton is claiming that you used excessive force."

"Excessive force?"

Andy recalled the arrest and within seconds it all ran through her head. Three men were found to be selling drugs in a bar. Shaw had chased one down the street and she chased another down an alley, the third had gotten away. When she caught up to Morton he was trying to climb a crumbling wall into a car lot but she jumped up to grab his trousers to pull him down but before she could grab him the wall fell. It crumpled under his substantial weight into a pile of bricks. He was covered with cuts and bruises but seemed otherwise ok.

"For the duration of this investigation you will be on paid leave, and you will need to surrender your badge and gun."

Andy sat lifeless in her seat.

The lady in the corner, who had remained silent until now, walked over and took the seat beside Andy. She opened the file in her lap and started to put the photos into a line on the table.

"He suffered a broken nose, severe lacerations on his back, legs and arms, two separate head wounds with a possible concussion."

"A wall fell on him!" Andy exclaimed. "I put it in my arresting report. He refused medical treatment. Officer Shaw was witness to that."

"Officer Shaw will be part of the investigation. But until then you are to have no communication with him. You will surrender your gun and your badge and you will leave the division immediately. We will arrange escort-"

"Now, that will not be necessary." Frank spoke up. He was watching Andy throughout the whole conversation. Her face went through a turmoil of emotions. "Andy, do you need a ride home?"

"Eh no sir, I'll be fine."

She stood up slowly and pulled her badge off the belt clip. She reached for her gun but Frank waved for her to stop.

"Surrender it to the weapons room."

"Of course." she said as she stood and brushed down the front of her uniform. "Is that all?"

"Yes. We'll be in touch about the investigation. You'll need to provide a statement."

"Thank you, sir."

She walked out of the room and like she was wading through treacle she made her way through the bullpen and into the weapons room. She removed the ammo and cocked the barrel then fired the empty chamber into the bucket then locked it in the right locker and surrendered the key to the supervising officer. As she made her way back to the locker room to change out of her uniform she saw Traci waving at her with a smile from her desk but she couldn't stop. She knew the minute she stopped she would crumple like that wall and fall to pieces.

As soon as she was changed she was out on the street hailing a cab. She called out her own address first then changed it to her dads. Surprised that she was still holding it together she paid for the cab an hurried up the stoop to her dads house.

"Dad," she called out when there was no answer to the knock on the door. "Dad, its Andy!" but still no reply. She pulled out her mobile phone and dialled his number. He answered it almost immediately and spoke in hushed tones.

"Honey, I can't talk right now."

"Dad, where are you?"

"I'm at St Catherines at the night meeting. It's just about to start."

"Oh right, yeah. Sorry Dad."

"Everything ok honey?"

"Yeah, yeah sure, everything is fine."

"Okay, I'll call you tomorrow."

Her father killed the call and Andy started to walk home but before she got to the end of the block her phone rang in her hands. She looked down to see Traci's name on the caller ID. She didn't want to answer it, not yet, not until she had figured it all out herself, but this was Traci.

"Hello."

"Andy! Oh my god. Jerry just told me what happened! "

"Yeah."

"Don't worry about it, he says this kind of thing happens a lot, and it blows over in no time." Andy couldn't respond. She didn't have the words or right now, the power of coherent thought. "Look Andy you shouldn't be alone tonight."

"I'm fine Traci, I just need to go home, and go to bed."

"No seriously, I can call round; my shift is over in three hours."

"Traci," Andy forced a laugh. "I'll be asleep by then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"Okay, tomorrow then. Dinner?"

"Sure"

"Good night honey, try to get some sleep."

Andy finished the call and before she could put her phone away it rang again but the number that came up wasn't in her contacts.

"Andy, its Oliver… Oliver Shaw."

"Oh...hi."

"Look, I know you were told not to talk to me, but I just wanted to let you know that everything is going to be ok."

"Yeah, I've been hearing that a lot."

"That's because it's true. We've all been through this, it might be your first, but it probably won't be your last…"

"Are you trying to cheer me up or scare me?"

"I just want you to know that I know this guy hasn't a leg to stand on in regards to these claims. You're a great officer McNally, don't you dare start to think otherwise."

"Thank you sir."

"Okay, I'll stop breaking the rules now and let you get one with it. Chin up."

"Yes sir."

Andy felt her resolve dissolving as she closed the call and she stared at the phone in her hand. It had been two weeks since Sam left. Two weeks since she heard from him or anything about him. She was sure Oliver and Jerry were still in touch with him but she hadn't heard anything about him. She was equally sure Oliver was keeping any news he had from her, not maliciously, but in an effort to protect her. Now she was standing in the street, looking at the phone in her hands and as if she had no power to stop it, she dialled his number.

It rang once, twice, three times, and she was already regretting her traitorous fingers. But she couldn't hang up. Her heart was hammering against her chest. She was dreading his response, but by the same token she was craving it. When it went to his voicemail she started to leave a message but when she opened her mouth the words failed her and she hung up. She shoved the phone into her pocket and walked home as fast as she could.

Sam sat at the corner of the bar with a beer in one hand and his phone in the other. He looked down at the flashing name on the screen. "Andy McNally." His thumb hovered over the accept button but something was stopping him. He continued to stare at it, as the call ended and it went to his voicemail and even then he held it in his hand.

"Hey, Swarek, you playing or what?"

Shaken out of his reverie, Sam looked up to take the pool cue that was being offered to him by Fiona Reed. When he took the proffered end she didn't let go, and instead pulled him towards her for a kiss. His free hand wrapped around her back to hold her close and he smiled as they parted.

"Your shot, we're stripes."

She turned him to face the pool table and smacked him on the butt as he walked over to take his shot.