Fisher
The following 24 hours were pure hell for Sam. All the work he had done to get to Andy had been wiped clean by someone. Even the back traces with spin team were gone. He tried explaining it, but Callaghan and Rosati had banded together, along with Andy of all people and presented the facts as they knew them. The more he protested the more he was pushed back. It wasn't Andy's fault, she knew what he had been told and since he had gone off the grid, there were no traces. The same for Callaghan. When it came to the shootings, CIS had done a pretty good job of getting his back, but there was no denying that everyone thought he had effectively killed two people in cold blood. He was cleared but only just. The end result was that he was ok for duty the next day, but had recommended to take a day off or two to clear his head. Thats what Best had told him, but what he had meant was for him to get out of here and let the air clear. Sam had done this and walked out of the station. While getting to his car, he checked his cell phone hoping that she would call, just to check up on him, she didn't, no one did. He was alone.
That night he had made it his mission to find the quietist watering hole in the city and drink himself into oblivion. Thats when Fisher had shown up. Sam instinctively went for his gun, which he realized was not even on him. Fisher was a older man, in his 50's, with greying hair. Sam said 'what do you want, come to clean me too ?'. Fisher just looked at him and understood where he was. He was not Sam's friend, but Sam had saved his life and help cleanup a major fuck up. For that Fisher owed him and proceeded to layout what had lead up the that days events and why he had been treated the way he had. Sam listened and Fisher could tell that he got it. Over the night Sam opened up a little as much as a drunk cop and spook could. Finishing his last drink, Fisher said to Sam in what was the closest thing he had felt of friendship in the last 2 days,
' Sam, your a good man, more than that your someone who will always put others first, no matter what the cost is to yourself. The only problem is that where you are now, this city, this job, your friends, your never gonna get anything in return and lord knows you deserve too'
Sam looked up and Fisher and nodded, allowing a small sad smile to creep across his face. He had meat someone who understood him. Fisher got up to leave. Sam said without thinking:
'Will I see you again ?'
Fisher replied with equal amounts of grim and warmth
'For the people around us, I hope not, but we live in dangerous times'
And with that Fisher was gone.
Sam had taken the day off and decided to get his life in order. The fact was that he had no chance with Andy, not even as a friend since seeing her with Callaghan hurt him to much and he knew deep down that this was it for them. The next best thing was to get as fair away from them as possible. He needed a clean break.
The next day he had gone into the 15 early. He noticed that glances and looks as he got ready, but in his mind he just thought 'fuck'em, they had no clue what happened'. He went to see Best. They spoke about him taking the opening in Guns and Gangs, but Best had to inform him that due to what had happened the offer had been withdrawn. They spoke about his options and it was made clear to him that he didn't have any for at least 6 months. The fact was that Best didn't trust him anymore. Before leaving Sam asked Best for a personal favor and reminded him that he had never done so before, regardless of all the stuff they had been though. After some thought and realizing Sam was in a really bad place he agreed. Andy would not be partnered with Sam for the foreseeable future, nor would he put any of the other rookies with him. Sam walked out of Best office pissed off but at least he had got one thing done on his list of things to do that day.