Always wear a tie to a interview
9:00 PM
The drive back to the 15 was a long one. Sam and Fisher sat in silence with Fisher driving. The sun had gone down and the city was bathed in all the artificial light from the city scape. Sam looked out of his window and admired how beautiful the city looked. It had been along time since he had just looked at the city and wished he had done so more often. Thoughts about what he was going to do at the 15th were at the front of his mind. What was he going to say to people about today. He had already been though this once and wasn't sure if he could do it again, lying or just not speaking about it hadn't worked and he was filled with a low level of dread. He thought of Andy, her smile, her beautiful face and how much he wanted to be with her but if anything today had finalized the idea that him and Andy could never be together.
The car pulled into a empty parking lot and came to a stop. Fisher got out. Sam looked around, this was not the 15th, what was going on?
Sam got out and walked round to the to the driver side. Fisher was leaning against the car having a smoke. He tossed Sam the pack and Sam tock one, light it and threw the pack back.
' Sam, it goes without saying that you can't tell anyone about what happened today'
' I know the drill'
Fisher, seeing the the pain in Sam's face' and thats the problem isn't it' he paused ' I know you have been though hell the last 3 months and you know that it will be the same. Keeping this secret is gonna eventually kill you'
' I know'
Fisher, knowing the answer to the question he was about to ask
' then why do it, why help me today. You could have walked away but you didn't'
' for her. I had to make sure she was safe and then it was about finishing the job, doing what needed to be done'
' Sam your not going to want to hear this but please listen. Right now it is never going to work with you and Andy'
Sam looked up with a angry, hurt expression on his face
Fisher continued
' your not in a good place, and it doesn't matter how much you love each other it just won't work because your too broken. your not a cop, hell I doubt even you know what you are anymore...'
' and you do ?'
'no, but I want to find out. You have done some amazing work today and if you want it I want you in. Come work for me as a operator'
Sam spat back ' like Ben Dixon ?'
Fisher raised his voice
' fuck you, Ben Dixon was a solider. Thats not you and you know it. You would be doing investigation work, covert solutions to serious problems'
Fisher looked at Sam. he as in deep thought taken in what Fisher had said. He continued
' it would be a fresh start and I am not going to lie to you, its going to be tough but you have the right instincts'
Sam looked down and tock a breath. He was tired and everything that Fisher had said was true. This was maybe his one chance to live again and he had to take it. He looked up and said to Fisher
' ok'
' oh by the way my first name is David'
Fisher then spent the next 20 minutes explaining what his options where. Sam had decide to leave in the morning. He needed time to get a few personal items and considering what Fisher had told him he knew that he would not be coming back to this city anytime soon, so he wanted one night to take it all in. Fisher had understood this plus it would give Fisher time to get everything sorted his side. He agreed to meet Fisher at his place in the morning 5am sharp. They then got back in the car.
Fisher dropped Sam back at his place and then went on to meet Sarah at the 15th. Sam had then went about filling 3 bags with personal items. He tock the bare essentials, but most of it was personal things. Pictures and items that were important to him. It tock him allot less time than he had thought. Sitting down on his sofa he thought about Andy and knew this was not the right way to end things and he didn't want to hurt her, not that way.
Walking over to his desk he opened the drawer and tock out a pad of paper, a pen and a envelope, looked around and decide he needed some fresh air. He walked for what seemed like for ever, taking in the city, his city, before finding a small dinner he ordered a coffee and opened the pad. After a long pause, thinking about what Fisher had told him throughout the day he began to write.