A letter in a Bottle
8:15 PM
Andy had fallen asleep on Best's sofa. Jessica had got a coffee and was on her laptop looking at her laptop. Looking down, she smiled at Andy asleep wishing she could go there. Her phone sprung to life. The loud ring woke Andy up from her sleep. Jessica picked up her phone recognizing the number
' Fisher whats the situation ? ' ... Jessica listened intently ' thats great news sir ... yes sir I will get a recovery team there ...oh, ok in that case I'll get the boys in blue from the 15th to get up a quarantine until a secondary team can be get into play ... yes sir, can do'
Jessica paused and listen intently. She then looked at Andy who was awake and looking at her
' what about Swarek ? ' ... pause ... ' thats good news sir ... '
Andy looked up at this wanting to know what is happening.
' yes sir, what is your ETA ... 1 hour, roger that'
Jessica put the phone down and looked at Andy and said
' That was Fisher. Its over, its all done ... ' before she could continued Andy jumped off the sofa and said ' Sam ?'
Jessica smiled ' Sam's fine, banged up but fine '
Andy, in a upbeat tone ' when will he be back here ?'
Jessica responded, smiling ' an hour and a half, although go easy on him, he's had a long day'
Andy ran to Jessica and hugged her. Jessica was shocked by the sudden emotion, but embraced Andy. Andy realizing what she had done jumped back
' Sorry ' she said sheepishly
' its ok, just don't blow it'
Andy looked at Jessica understanding what she meant and smiled. Jessica then tock a step back and said with a smile ' your free to go'.
With that Jessica packed away her things and left to speak to Beat.
Andy's was giddy with emotion. All she could think of was that Sam was ok, whatever he had been involved in today he had made, he was alive and he was ok. She didn't know what the future held, but somehow she was going to make sure that Sam was in it, but as she had promised herself earlier, it was going to be as something meaningful, not friends, not partners, something that made them happy. There was that word again, them. She smiled and with renewed energy she made her way to the women's changing room.
Andy had spent the next 45 minutes taking a much needed show and cleaning herself up. She changed into a spare set of cloths she kept in her lock. It felt good to wear her own cloths again. Best had checked in with her. They had spoke about what had happened today. He had informed her that allot of the 15 had been deployed to near the marina district. He had push her about what she knew, but she couldn't tell him things she didn't know. He had informed her that Sam had left his gun and his badge on his desk, and that if she saw Sam to inform him that he had placed it in his drawer, for safe keeping until he got back. Andy appreciated what Best was implying. A few other people had popped in and said high. No one was quite sure what had happened today, but the truth about what Sam had done, or at least the rumor had spread throughout the 15 and people were speaking about Sam, but the tone had changed. He was no longer the outsider, but he was seen as the Sam that they all knew and loved.
Andy looked in the mirror and admitted that she had spent more time than usual on her appearance. She want to look good and although she told herself it was her, she knew deep down it was for Sam. Her mind was filled with allot of thoughts about their future and how she was going to approach it. She sat down on the bench and tied her shoe laces. She was getting nervous, but not the a bad nervous. She wanted to see Sam so badly, but she knew that he was the one that needed healing, he was the one that had given so much, too much and now needed time. She knew it would be awhile until he arrived so she went to get some food. She went to get a coffee, but she stopped short of leaving the station because she didn't want to risk missing him. Getting a coffee from the break area she sat down and gathering her thoughts, waiting for Sam.