Chapter 6 :D

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Andy waved to her fellow rookies as she ran into the station's locker room. She peeled out of her uniform, feeling the day's stress go with it. She stretched as she grabbed her shorts, yawning slightly. Yet her tiredness was overcome by happiness for her official date with the man she wanted to date for a long time.

"Hey, watcha doing tonight? Can you go to the Penny with us?" Traci leaned in the doorway, folding her un-uniformed arms across her chest.

"Thanks but no thanks, Trac. Rain check?" Andy looked at her apologetically while slipping on her tank top.

"Aww, why?"

"I just spent the entire day with Luke in Kingston on the Kopski case. These two brothers got into an 'accident', but now we know it isn't an accident because while in their hospital room in the Hotel Dieu? Brutally shot on the night, starting at their knee caps. Like, they tried to clean the scene because it happen late last night, but it smelt like death and I've never seem so much blood in my entire life."

"Oh…" Traci's face turned in disgust, but Andy raised a finger, indicating she wasn't quite done.

"We also got called for a shooting by the courtrooms because the hospital and the courts aren't far from each other. Because Luke is incompetent and can't focus on covering his partner's back? I almost got shot in the face. Then we had to drive from downtown to the west end by the mall there because we got a faulty tip on the suspect pertaining to the Kopski case."

"Spending time with Luke? No wonder you're stressed! Need some alone time?"

"Nope!" Andy laughed, looking in the magnetic mirror she bought. She reapplied some eyeliner and mascara. That tipped Traci off as to why she really couldn't go out.

"Who is it? Is… is it Sam!" Traci looked hopeful, a face splitting grin. Andy looked at her, jaw hitting the floor. Traci pointed, grinning even wider.

"It IS! Finally! Geez, you two are insane for letting it drag this long." Traci practically jumped for joy at the found news.

Andy shook her head, closing her locker and slipping her plaid blue bag over her shoulder. Traci walked her to the front door, departing to the Penny. Andy waited and waited for Sam to saunter from the innards of the station, but he never came. A half an hour passed before Andy started to get really upset. She whipped out her phone, firing off a text.

"Sam? Sam where are you? :( I'm outside the station 3"

Andy crossed one leg over the other. As she bobbed the propped leg up and down, the silver flats glowed thanks to the station's florescent lights. Sam's text tone went off and ran through her ears, a smile -once again- claiming her features. She flipped the phone open, all to happy before reading the nature of the text.

"What type of game are you playing here?"

"What game?... I'm confused O.O"

"Your text said it all. Sorry you wasted your time on me."

Then the texts from Sam stopped. Her brow furrowed, holding the open phone in her hands. She dialed Traci, thoroughly upset.

"Traci! Is Sam at the Penny?"

"Uh," she mumbled ", nope. Sorry. Are you okay, you sound-"

"Thanks Trac, gotta go."

Andy hung up in a rude fashion, pressing her palms against her watery eyes. She stood and started to run, blue backpack bouncing happily behind her. She ran and ran until her well trained lungs burn and writhed in pain within her ribcage. She found herself looming over Sam's door, pounding furiously. Andy didn't stop, slamming the door with the side of her fist and forearm.

"Sam, open this door, right now!" Andy screamed, knowing he was home because his bedroom light was on. She heard jogging, then the absence of the wood she was assaulting not three seconds earlier.

"Something you want, rookie?" Sam's face held no amusement. Only something that reflected hurt.

"Answers. What game? Why you think I'm wasting time?" Andy started to freak out again, tears pouring from her eyes. Sam squinted at her, genuinely confused.

"Stop your bullshit, McNally, I'm done. For too long I got dragged by my hair by you, and I took it because I hoped that one day you'd take pity on a guy like me and give me a date. Maybe then you'd realize what I could give yo-" Sam's rant was interrupted by a whiney bawling noise that shook it's heard from its chain. No matter how mad he was, he couldn't bear to watch her cry. He looked to the floor, and all around but never directly at the sobbing girl.

"What bullshit? I'm so confused! This isn't fair I have no idea what you're talking about!" As Andy's cries grew and her words started to run together, the pieces started to fit in Sam's mind. He tried to watch the events unfold in front of him, Andy wiping away her tears furiously and the hiccups in her voice while she tried to explain herself.

Sam suddenly felt bad for snapping, the realization hit him like a freight train.

"You hate it when people don't capitalize and spell properly via text…" Sam pursed his lips, jutting one hip out and crossing his arms.

"What does that even have to do with this?" Andy cried, sobbing harder. Sam's mouth hung open as it so often did while he was thinking. He nodded, looking at the space above Andy's head. He reached out with a cautious touch, squeezing her shoulders. Andy pushed into him and encircled her arms around his built form, dampening his grey tee-shirt where her checks placed. He looked down at her red face, hot tears running down her face.

"You're also a terrible liar." Sam held her face close to Andy's, touching his nose to hers.

"I'm not lying…" Andy whimpered, holding Sam closer.

"I know." Sam smirked 'so matter of fact'-ly, pulling out his phone and scrolling to the text in question.

So shit's gonna go doooown broskis ;)

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