Hey guys, what's up? I'm just writing the next chapter to After Burn while playing guitar. Cool right? Wrong. Anyways, I have been dealing with my kitty's six month death anniversary by re-watching Rookie Blue; it helps me deal with withdrawal. Anyways, here it is.

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Hands clawing, fist grabbing, nails scratching. She was suffocating and she wanted out. She was completely helpless and at this man's mercy. She wasn't sure how this was happening again. How he managed to get to her again. How he managed to hurt her so terribly. She was tired and scared, but she had to fight. For Sam.

He'd be sad and miserable the rest of her life if she let herself fade. She had to fight. She had to. She kept her eyes open, no matter how much they burned to be closed. She kept her hands around the one that had a grip on her neck, even though she wanted to let her arms fall to her side. She kicked her legs wildly, even though it was no use, he would get what he wanted from her.

But it all seemed so fake to her, like some nightmare. Until she heard the clothes tear. She felt the cold air on her delicate skin, assaulting her senses. The sound snapped her out of her state of acceptance. She kicked, she screamed, and she made damn sure that she was still alive.

He fought her, though, and even as she might, he was still stronger. He wasn't the one locked up for days, the one who was hungry and dehydrated and weak. He was the one who went on with his normal life, eating, drinking, laughing. He was happy with the fact that he had them, that he could do this to her.

It wasn't until her foot collided with her jaw, making a sickening crunch, and she hoped that she broke it, that he let go. But he merely rubbed his jaw, seemed to have snapped it back in place, and then moved towards her once again. She had little time to react, to move, before he had her arms, pulling her to the middle of the room. There was a blindfold placed over her eyes, and she was handcuffed and gagged. She was once again at his mercy.

He stalked over to the other side of the room and picked it up. It glistened in the dim light, the reflection bouncing off the walls. It was smooth, sleek, and very deadly. He pointed it towards her, the curve of it very intimidating. He moved closer to her, standing in front of her. He brought it to her cheek, moving it delicately down her face. He did it slowly, and she could practically see her skin splitting as the knife sliced. She felt the sting, followed by a burn, and the chrisom blood bubbling at the wound. She felt it trickle down her cheek, and drop from her jaw.

Then she heard it.

A door slam.

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Andy woke with a start and braced a hand over her heart, trying to calm her breathing. Just a nightmare, she reminded herself, it's not real. Except it was. And it happened to her and Sam. She was still having nightmares, even though the shrink cleared her. She had to stay calm, the stress wasn't good for the baby. But she was confused, she never once heard a door slam in her nightmares. Alarmed, she quickly looked around the room, making sure that she was in her bedroom. Which she was. Letting out a relieved breath, she glanced at the clock. 5:27. At least she had the afternoon shift that day.

Slam!

There is was again, the door slamming. But this time it wasn't in her dream. She could hear Molly barking and moving around in the back room, where Andy had left her the night before because she got in the garbage. Andy suddenly felt helpless. She was a strong woman, she knew, but without Sam, and Molly in the back room, Andy kind of felt lonely, and loneliness meant helplessness, there was no one to depend on.

The house was silent after the slam, but she held her breath, hoping to hear something, or maybe she was hoping to hear nothing. But either way, she pulled open the bedside table and grabbed her gun. Pulling off the safety, she lifted herself out of the bed, moving stealthily out of her room. She raised the gun slightly, back against the hall wall, as she made her way to the front of the house.

"I'm a cop and I have a gun. I'll shoot if I have to," she warned to the intruder. But, as she moved throughout the rest of the house, the creaking of her footsteps and the sound of her voice with the only sound in the house, she realized that whoever it was, they were gone.

Andy sighed and ran a hand though her hair, walking to the back room. She opened the door, barely having a wide enough gap to look in, before Molly came bursting through, tearing through the house. Andy opened the back door, waiting for the barking and scratching to end, before Molly looked up at her, going into the back yard. Andy followed, standing on the deck, arms crossed.

"Good try, Moll, already checked for someone." Molly just woofed in return. Quickly doing her business, Molly scampered back into the house. Andy closed, and locked the door and followed her. The duo made their way to the kitchen, Andy pouring Molly some food, then making herself a pot of coffee.

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"I'm telling you, Traci, someone was in my house this morning," Andy repeated, trying to get through to her friend. Traci just shook her head, stapling another stack of papers. The girls were on desk duty, trying to finish their paper work, considering they were busy the next few days. It was 5 days until Chris and Gail's wedding, and they had to have a bachelorette party the next night.

"Then why didn't you report it?" Traci asked, turning to look at Andy, who was typing away on the computer.

"I don't know, nothing was stolen. Maybe it was Dad stopping by. Sometimes he just opens the door, looks around, and leaves. But that's usually when he's tempted to drink or something. I'll ask him later," she explained. Andy stood up, and then walked over to the garbage, throwing out her empty coffee cup.

"Okay," Traci said slowly, a bit skeptical, "Wait, isn't Sam supposed to come back today?" She watched as her best friend's face lit up at the mention of her fiancé.

"Yes, he is. And I am very, very, excited. Which brings me here, I have to get changed, and shift is over in a few minutes." With that, Andy was gone, headed to the locker rooms.

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Sam entered the barn with a bounce in his step. It had been five days too long since he had seen Andy, since he has hold her, kissed her. And he missed her like crazy. He wanted to go home with her, show exactly how much he missed her, then just sit and talk to her. He also wanted to see Molly, and even though he spent the last week with six other dogs, there was nothing like his good ol' companion to brighten his mood.

Sam glanced around, not seeing Andy, but spotting Traci. He jogged up to the front desk, interrupting her from making a pile of papers.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where I might find Andy McNally?" he asked casually. She looked up at him, eyes wide. A small smile graced her features and she shook her head, chuckling.

"She'll be ready in a few minutes, she's just changing," she informed. Sam nodded, smiled, and then leant against the wall. "Sam?" she asked.

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, for, you know, taking care of her. Not many people are willing to do that. She means well, but she can sure be a handful," she said sincerely. Sam merely nodded, trying not to seem too affected by Traci's confession. But before he had time to answer, a gasp from across the room caught his attention.

There stood Andy, the love of his life, the woman of his dreams, and the mother of his child. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, a sweater covering her arms. Her hair was down and wavy, and a large grin sat upon her gorgeous face. Her legs began to more her towards him, and he opened his arms willingly.

When she got to her destination, his arms closed tightly around her waist, spinning her around. He buried his face in her neck, laughing when she refused to let go of him. He pulled back enough to look in her eyes and he brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face. He gazed deeply into her eyes, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I missed you," she whispered, brushing her nose against his.

"I missed you, too. How's Molly?" he asked.

"Great, great, she misses you. A lot. So did I." she explained. She pressed her lips to his once more, before pulling back and staring at him. "Where is he?"

Sam chuckled, "In the car."

He's never seen her run so fast.

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Andy gasped at the sight that greeted her upon opening the car door. There sat a good sized puppy, probably 15-20 pounds easily. He was tan with a black muzzle and ears. A long tail stuck out, wagging enthusiastically at her. Andy put her hands around his middle, lifting him up enough to put her hands under his back legs, holding him to her. He licked her face, reaching up his paws in a playful manner.

"Hi, Merdock," she greeted, "I'm your new mommy. And you must be the cutest thing ever, yes you are," she cooed. She rubbed her nose on the dog's wet one, laughing again when he licked her. She hugged him tighter, smiling at Sam.

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Andy waited outside in the front when Sam to wear Molly down, getting the meet-and-greet over with before introducing Murray, the dog's nickname. She sat in the fall air, hugging the dog tightly, keeping him warm. Sam appeared at the door, waving her in.

She marched up the walkway to the house, holding Merdock up; making sure Molly couldn't get him. She sat down on the couch, Molly sniffing at the bundle in her arms.

"Now, Molly," Sam started, "This is Merdock. He's one of Andy's baby's. Your new brother. And that means that even if you want to, no biting until he's your size. Which shouldn't be that long. But be nice. Go ahead," she told Andy, who carefully began to set Murray down. Molly sniffed, and then turned away.

"Molly, come on. Do something other than ignore him," Andy instructed. Molly glanced at her, turning her head away in annoyance. Andy looked to Sam for guidance.

"McNally, you aren't doing it right. Watch the pro. Molly, you listen here," the dog turned to face her dad, "Merdock is your brother. No, he's not taking your place, no, he's not more important than you. And no, we don't feel like you're not good enough for us. This is for you and Mommy. When she stops going to work, you and Murray have to guard the house. And Mommy might not always be able to play, so you can play with Merdock."

Molly turned back to Merdock, sniffing him. She shook her head, and then nudged him with her snout. Andy held her breath for a moment, watching as Molly laid down next to the pup, pushing him slightly.

'"You really think that will work? That she understood?" she asked, confused. Sam looked at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, kissing her hair.

"McNally, I doubt that she understands every word, but she does understand," he explained gently.

"Just like you and me. Half the time, I don't understand every word of your old people talk, but I understand." A cry of laughter rang out when Sam tickled her, but quickly died down when Molly curled her lip at the jumping puppy. Sam scolded her, and then made her get on the couch with him when McNally played with Merdock.

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Okay, this was my longest chapter, almost 2000 words long. Which is pretty sad. Anyways, this didn't live up to my complete expectations, but this chapter wasn't planned out. Which is weird. I know. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed. This took me a bit to write, so, see ya next time.