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CHAPTER 9

Sam bolted out of the station, skid out of the parking lot and began weaving through traffic, frantically dialing Andy's number, which continually went to voicemail. Come on. He dialed one more time, this time it rang, "…hey, sorry about that. Oliver scared the crap out of me!"

"Oh, God, Andy you can't do that. I thought…." Sam said, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, I know what you thought, I'm sorry," she replied.

"Wait, what's Oliver doing there?" Sam asked.

"You know, I'm not really sure. He won't tell me, you talk to him," she handed the phone over to Oliver.

"Hey Sammy, where ya at?" Oliver asked.

"Just left the station, what are you doing there?"

"Hold on a sec," Oliver walked outside, Chris sat down on the couch with Andy, "…so Diaz and I were getting food when we spotted a red mustang that matched the description you had given us, but we couldn't get a read on the whole plate, so we tailed it; tailed it way out of our jurisdiction," Oliver sat down on the swing, "…then we lost it, but we were getting really close to here so we decided to just come and check on Andy, since we knew you were at the barn."

"No mustang?" Sam asked.

"No mustang," Oliver answered.

"Okay, can you guys just hang out there till I get back? I'll call Frank and let him know what's going on."

"Sure thing, Sammy," Oliver said.

"Oh, and don't tell McNally, she doesn't need to get all worked up."

"Gotcha. See you soon."

Oliver stood up and walked back into the cabin, "…Diaz."

Chris looked up, "…we're going to hang around till Sammy gets back."

"Okay," Chris responded.

"So which one of you wants to tell me why you're here?" Andy asked. Chris and Oliver just looked at each other, "…okay, don't everybody speak at once."

"We'll talk about it when Sammy get's back, McNally," said Oliver.

"You've got to be kidding me?" Andy said, "…whatever, I'll find out on my own."

Andy took out her phone and dialed Sam's number, "…hello?"

"You've got ten seconds to tell me what's going on, or so help me God, I will beat it out of Chris," Andy demanded.

"Andy, can we please just talk about this when I get back?"

"No, Sam. I'm not going to sit here for two hours and be the only one out of the loop," she replied.

"Andy, please, just do this for me, I promise the second I get back, I'll tell you everything," Sam pleaded.

"Sam Swarek, you are impossible."

Andy hung up the phone and walked back inside. She had no intention of talking to Chris or Oliver, so she went into the bedroom to lay down. To admit that she was worried something had gone down with DeFalco, would be admitting that she was scared; she would not admit fear. She stared out the window, hoping she would see Sam come up the drive.

Something isn't right. Andy stared out into the woods. The sun was starting to set so the visibility wasn't incredible, but she seen something move; she seen someone move.

A tall, lanky figure, with dark hair was walking through the woods. Far enough away that Andy should have missed them because anyone else would have. Anyone else who wasn't suffering from severe paranoia. Andy jumped out of the bed and ran into the living room, startling Chris and Oliver, "…there is somebody in the woods!"

"Are you sure?" Chris asked.

"Shut up," Oliver interjected and smacked Chris in the back of the head as he stood up to walk outside, Chris followed.

Andy could here Oliver giving Chris the third degree, "…are you sure? Diaz, I do not care if it's your mother, you are on the job. If someone says there is someone in the woods, you just go look, you don't ask questions!"

"But sir, technically, I shouldn't be on the job. Our shift ended an hour ago," Chris chimed in. Oliver stopped and stared at Chris for a second, then shook his head and walked away. Andy couldn't help but laugh.

She stood in the window and watched as they made their way into the woods. Cautiously, but confident they scanned the area. She knew the dangers of searching the woods. Lots of places for them to hide, they can pop out of anywhere.

She watched as Chris took off running, maneuvering through the trees.

It took a few minutes, but he caught him, cuffed him and threw him against the car to search him. Andy ran to the doorway, she wanted to run away. She wasn't safe her anymore either.

She could hear Oliver on the phone. Sam, no doubt. Chris walked towards Andy, "…does the name Nick Garrison sound familiar to you?" he asked.

"No," she said, "…but, uh…Danny Garrison. He was one of the guys at the club when Sam took me to meet Damon."

Chris jogged back out to Oliver and Andy curled up on the bed, trying her hardest to hide her fear.

"Andy," she heard someone say, "…McNally, wake up!"

She opened her eyes. Sam. She sat up quickly and wrapped her arms around him.

"Happy to see me?" he asked, as he rubbed her back with his hand.

"You have no idea," she replied, her arms still fixed around him securely.

"We've got to get out of here," Sam said, apprehensively.

"Sam, what's going on?" she asked, still in a daze from her unintentional nap.

"I'll explain in the car, we've got to go," Sam grabbed her hand and lead her into the living room, where Oliver and Chris remained, but this time they were carrying multiple bags, ready to walk out the door.

"Ready to go?" Oliver asked.

"Yeah, let's get out of here," Sam answered.

Andy looked in the back of the cruiser to see Nick, his nose was bloody and he had a black eye forming. He must have required a little persuasion. She looked over to Sam, caught his glance then looked back down at Nick. Sam just grinned.

"Put your hands up; let me see the guns on the ground."

Andy heard a familiar voice, and quickly put her hands up as she felt the gun press to her back.

"Where's your gun, Officer McNally?" Damon whispered in her ear.

"Get away from her," Sam snarled.

"Don't worry Sammy, you'll get your turn," Damon chuckled.

Andy took a deep breath, "…I don't have it on me, it's…in the car, in the glove box."

Six armed men had surrounded them. Sam was searching for a way out, but there wasn't; not that would endanger everyone else.

"Now, who do we have here?" Damon said as he walked over to Oliver and Chris, "…Officer's Shaw and Diaz, hm, four cops. Must be my lucky day."

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