Royal with Cheese

4:00 PM

As they approached the the area of the Pier 4 Sam spotted a dinner and parked up. It had been a long drive. Fisher handed Sam 6 fresh Glock 21Sf magazines. He checked his magazines on his belt, noting that he had 1 full magazine and 1 partial. He swapped out the magazines so he had 3 full loaded magazines on his belt. Fisher did the same, taking additional magazines from the glove compartment. Fisher had been getting updates from his team and it was taking longer than expected to tack the vehicles. Sam got out, followed by Fisher and they went into the dinner. Taking a seat at a both where they had a good eye on Fishers 4x4 and all the exits, they ordered and then just sat there in silence. After what seemed like forever Fisher said

'So, Antone Hill'

'Largest supplier of drugs in the city, likes to dabble in gun running and under aged prostitution. I was undercover for 8 months before the investigation went bell up' Sam said the last part, looking down for a second as memories of Andy came flooding back to his mind, especially about the first time they meet. He quickly caught himself and did his best to push the memoirs away. Sam said in tired, almost ironic tone

' I guess he wants me dead'

Fisher looked at Sam trying to figure out what he was thinking. He knew that Sam was not suicidally, he he suspected that he was tried of living. Either mind state was not where he wanted Sam to be right now. Fisher had been more than impressed with Sam today, he really did have that special something that all good operators have. The ability to think fast, think outside the box and role with the punches. Wanting to know more about Sam, he pushed a little deeper.

'So I guess you and Andy McNally are pretty close, she seems sweet'

Sam, still looking down said

'Not really, she was my rookie last year'

'yeah thats why you wanted her in protective custody and ...'

'I don't want to speak about it Fisher, just drop it'

Fisher saw that the topic of Andy was one of pain for Sam. Who was she to him. He had thought that they were together at first, bit after the lack of interaction between them at the barn, and the way she pleaded with him to stay in the interview room, it was clear something else was going on.

Their food arrived and they dug in. They were both staving and ate quickly. While Sam had a double burger and chips, Fisher was eating a salad. Sam looked at it, which Fisher noticed.

'My wife, she insist that I try and eat health, if not more my sake, the sake of our kid, Jennifer' Fisher said, hoping that by opening up a little, Sam would too. He needed to get a better picture of what kinda of person Sam was. He knew what type of cop he was, and he had shown his potential as a operator this morning, but that was only half the package, and if Fisher was going to do what he was thinking he needed the the whole picture.

'What does your wife think of what you do for a living ?'

'She understands. I never really go into detail about my work, but she knows that its dangerous which worries her. That being said she understands why I do it'

'and your kid ?'

'Same'

Fisher reached around his back and tock out his wallet, showing Sam a picture of them. Sam smiled, they looked like a real nice family. He suddenly wondered why he had given up his wallet, but remembered that Fisher was an agent, and he was for all effective purposes just along for the ride. He didn't even have his police ID, so if he was captured or killed, there would be no back tracing this the 15 or Fisher.

'I have a sister, Sarah, she leaves in near St Catherine's'

' I know, your file interacted that you became a cop because of her'

Sam looked up ready to protest but Fisher continued

'its ok Sam, almost all 0f the important discussions we make are because of very personal reasons, its just that no one likes to admit it is all'.

Sam nodded. He knew that Fisher wanted to know about Andy and knew that Fisher would not let it go.

'I care about her more than I should, but its not mutual' he said looking down. He felt all the pain that had built up over the past year and 3 months. His hand, started to shake slightly. He tock a deep breath, and closed his eyes, pushing all of it to the back oh his mind. Fisher saw this and knew that he had crossed a little line that he shouldn't have. Changing the topic,

'This will go one of two ways Sam. We locate them in transit and hit them hard, or wait until they are setting up and hit them them covertly. I prefer the later option because we can cause as little collateral damage'

They spent the next 30 minutes taking about the operation and any ideas that had. For the first time in along time Sam felt ok. The Hill situation was in the back of his mind, but he there was nothing he could do about that right now.

As they finished up, Sam called the waitress over to get some more coffee. He looked up at the entrance and noticed two cops walking in. Shit, it was Peck and Shaw. This was the last thing he needed. Shaw spotted Sam and walked over to him aggressively. Sam gripped his pistol, Fisher noticing this did the same and then glanced behind him, and saw Shaw, and immediately released his grip.

As Shaw came over, Peck ran behind him trying to keep up. She realized what had pissed off Shaw.

'What the hell is going on Sam?'

Sam looked at Shaw with the coldest stare in the room. He stood up slowly keeping eye contact with Shaw and said in a low, controlled voice

'Stay out of this Shaw'

'No, I won't stay out of this, a few hours ago you have a shootout down town, 6 dead, and no one has seen Andy or Traci for hours. What is going on ?'

"Andy and Traci are safe' it was more of a question. Sam looked at Fisher. Fisher glanced up and nodded.

Shaw looked at Sam and realized how much he had changed. He also saw how tried he was. He lowered his tone.

'Sammy, speak to me brother'

Sam just looked at him. Fisher got up and went to leave. Sam followed Fisher. Shaw let him leave knowing that there was nothing he could do. He shouted to Sam as he was almost at the door.

'I heard you left you gun and badge on Best table, so your not a copper anymore ?'

Sam stopped at the door and tock a breath, lowering his head

'I haven't been a copper for a while'. Shaw understood exactly what he meant by this. Sam continued

'Take care of her Oliver. Make sure she's ok'

Shaw and Peck new who he was speaking about. All the anger in Shaw drained away. He nodded. Sam saw this and replied

'Thanks'. Sam left and meet Fisher at the car and they drove away. Peck looked at Shaw. He said in almost a whisper

'Good bye old friend'