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It was three months since she went away. No calls, no visits. She had promised that she would have come to the station or at the Penny, but she never did it.
Sam had tried to question Nash many times about the reasons why she took such a dramatic decision. He even asked if she was sick or something like that, but Nash never told him the truth.
She simply said he had to accept it.

They were in the middle of a meeting with Diaz and Collins, working on a case of drug dealers when they had been interrupted by a man screaming and shouting that he had to meet detective Sam Swarek.
Sam approached the man, recognising Tom.
"Walters, calm down! What is going on?"
The man was keeping his hands in fists and shaking a bit when he suddenly charged a punched and hit Sam. He didn't expect that, so he didn't defend himself. He hit him above his right eyebrow, enough hard to wound him and make it bleed.
Immediately, Diaz, Collins and Shawn were already on him and arrested him.
"you're under arrest for aggression to an officer of the law!"
"That's for what you did to me" he barked back to Sam, confused trying to understand why he did it.
"you've taken away from me everything I had, I couldn't let you walk away like this"
"taken what, Walters?"
Sam was angrily yelling at him, incredulous, wanting an answer from that idiot.
"you have her, Swarek. You will always have. But you're just an ass and we both know you don't deserve her. You never will."
Sam looked back at him and got he was talking about Andy. She must have left him, and he must think that it was his responsibility for that.
"she doesn't work here anymore, ass, how can I be the reason she did what she did, uh?"
"because she told me! She said it all aloud! I tried to make her understand that you ruined her, but she didn't listen!"

Oliver grabbed him from his arm and took him in, before calling Frank to formalise the charge against him.
Sam run back to the office: he needed to talk to Nash. She must have talked to him this time, he would have insisted until it was necessary.
He broke into the office and called out for Nash. She turned around concerned and confused by the blood over his right eye.
"hey, what have you done?"
"stop playing games, why Andy left?"
He positioned himself right in front of her desk, angry; he needed answers, he deserved it, damn it!
"Sam, we have discussed about this over and over, and you perfectly know she asked me not to say a word. Please, stop once for all! What do you expect me to do, go behind her back?"
"Nash, stop with this shit! Did she leave because of me?"
she widened her eyes, but didn't answer.
"ok, I will assume that look means yes, now would you be so nice to tell me why exactly?"
she went silent and he decided he wouldn't have wasted one minute more.
"ok, fine .I'll go find out by myself!"
"wait, Sam! NO!"
she yelled at him but he was already on the stairs, leading out of the station.

Andy parked the car outside the station and listened to the news on the radio. It was early in the morning and the back of the station was almost empty. She checked the watch: it was only 7 o' clock. She closed her eyes and leaned her head against the car seat. An interesting missing girl was capturing her attention and while she was listening to the speaker referring the details of the crime scene, she slowly sipped her coffee.
She finally switched off the radio, pulled out the car keys and got out. In that moment she saw Kevin coming on his bicycle.
"What do you do here?"
It was too early, especially for a rookie.
"I need some training this morning, wanna join me?"
"no, thanks my desk is full of paper to deal with. Unless you wanna help me!"
"maybe later!"
He smiled back at her, meaning a clear no. Who wants to read and signs tons of documents? But that was part of the detective's job, she did from day one when Callaghan made very clear it would have been her duty.

It was after nine that her phone rang, while she was dealing with the mess on her desk.
"McNally."
"Boss, Rainy Park, 6 avenue, a female body have been found with the throat sliced up. They called us."
She was already getting up and taking her gun, the badge and the car keys.
"I'm on the way. Call Kate and Noah, go there with Fiona and wait for me. Don't touch anything, understood?"
They were rookies and they could have compromised the crime scene in some ways. It was her first case, she couldn't risk it.
"clear, boss."
She hung up and jumped in the car. The park wasn't far away from the station and it took 15 minutes to arrive there. The guys were already closing the area and keeping curious out of sight.
The body was reversed down but the cut on the throat was visible from the left side. There were sign of strangulation around the neck. The killer had probably attempted to suffocate her, but he cut her throat to be sure she was dead.
"what do you think, boss?" Kate asked.
"well, I would say middle thirties, white, she was jogging and met someone she shouldn't have. He probably strangulated her first, then killed. The time of the death is between 8 and 12 hours ago.. look at the colour of her lips. Kate you do the photographs"
Kate turned to the car and took the camera.
"the nails are perfectly polished, so we assume she didn't attempt to defend herself… her killer must have surprised her from behind… but we can't exclude she knew him and made the mistake to give him her back for seconds or enough for him to take advantage over her."
Kate was thrilled by the way Andy was trying to set up the story.
"Kevin, have you called the forensics?".
"yes, sir! they are on their way" he said loud voice from the perimeter of the area.
"Noah and Fiona, please take the depositions of the girl who found the body. Where is she?"
Andy stood up and walked toward the witness.
"Detective McNally, 34 division. Are you Helen Adams?"
She was shaking all around visibly shocked by the discovery made.
"Listen, now the officer will make you some questions, ok? Stay calm, it's just the procedure"
She tried to make her more comfortable, even if it was a difficult situation.
"once, you've finished you go to the station and wait there for me, OK?"
She looked at Fiona who nodded and drove the girl away from the presents.
Andy went back to the body and took her notes and made a sketch of the scene. She wrote down whatever detail she noticed, Kate followed every step she made taking photos. When the forensics arrived they have been sent out and assured her a detailed report of the coroner and of the crime scene. The evidence would have been delivered to the station in hours.

Once back to the station she opened the map of the park on the blackboard, instructed two officers to search in the past of the girl and locate every movement made in the last week.
"check bank accounts, phone calls, texts, e-mails, social accounts and whatever may be helpful"
she turned around to see Fiona with the witness.
"take her in the visit room, it will take a while before interrogating her. Please, write down the report and make her sign it as soon as possible, I want it on my desk!" as she finished talking Fiona disappeared upstairs with the girl.
She was hard to catch as she simply followed her ordering around when instead a greater participation was required. The station was small, far away from the chaos at 15.
"OK, I'll try to set up the net with them, you two rookies go to the victim's office and question people around. Make specific questions. Ask if she behaved normally, if she made any confidence to a colleague, if she had any problem at home, at the office, this kind of questions, guys!"
They left Andy in the car park, while she picked up another one.
At this point, the hardest job to do was left to her: she hated it, but she was the one in charge of the investigation and she couldn't delegate it. She had to notice the family's victim that Emy Stuart was dead.

Sam was three corners away form 34 division when he felt his heart was going to explode in a mixture of feelings: anger, surprise, pain from the hit, and anger again. He was mad at her, leaving him like this, with no explanation. He was pissed, very.
She couldn't run away from him anytime like this. It was hurting him so much and he would have made her stop. No matter what.
He parked in front of the station and saw her instructing officers. He stayed in the car and watched her being so professional, so capable, so bossy. And he reminded himself that there must have been a good reason for her to leave.
Maybe it hadn't been such a great idea to go to her, he should have waited, without being so impulsive. What could he do? He was still with Marlo and she made him clear that such a situation wasn't for her. He should have left Marlo, it wasn't far for her. Oliver was right.

He suddenly changed the plan and decided he would have told the girl that they couldn't go on this way. Then, he would have gone back to Andy again, he would have prayed her to give him a second chance. He would have waited her until she was ready.
He switched on the car and moved away before she could recognise him.

That night when Marlo came back home, he was right there waiting for her. It was a beautiful night of middle September, but his mood was black like ink. She jumped out of the car and run toward him, kissed him and ready to tell him the great day she had: she had helped a woman giving birth to his child. She was so thrilled that she would have wanted a child too.
At that confession Sam stayed quiet and she became concerned.
"Sam, you ok?" she looked at him, keeping his hands. He didn't reply, and she drove him in her apartment. He had to tell her, he had to in some way.
"are you tired? And what happened to your eye!I notice only now with the light. Who punched you?" She was genuinely concerned about him. He would hurt her a lot: he blamed himself for that, for the million time.
"Sam, talk to me…" in the silence of the living room they heard a noise coming from the bedroom. He picked up the gun and approached very slowly.
He cleared the place, but once he turned on the light, he saw all the mess around.
Someone broke in and searched everywhere. "OH no..".
Marlo was standing at the door, her face white.
"what if we have met a couple of minutes before…" he went back to her and tried to calm her down.
They spent the next three hours with the police, making a report on what happened and before all the cops were gone, Marlo prayed him to stay for the night. She didn't feel safe and, in the end, he wanted her safe and sound too.
"Sam, thanks for this. For what you do for me." He smiled back and nodded; then jumped in the bed next to her. They did everything to make the place safe for the night, but she couldn't sleep and around three in the morning she got up to drink some water.
When she went back to the room she heard him talking, grumbling something incomprehensible. She set down on the chair close to the window trying to get something.
"Don't Andy, please. Don't."
He said. And she frowned. He really said that? REALLY?
Andy, Andy, Andy. She was always in the middle. Even now that she was far away.
She put down the glass and took a cover and a pillow and went on the couch. She couldn't handle it anymore. She couldn't be the shadow of another woman and, at the thought, she cried in silence. There would have always been her: they couldn't be happy, they never had a chance.

The next morning when she woke up her back was hurting, and her head was spinning a bit. She removed the covers and stood up. It was just 6 o'clock in the morning-she went to her bedroom to find Sam still sleeping. She sat down and decided to wait for him to wake up.

"Morning" she whispered in a husky voice. She didn't answer, and he looked at her for an instant: he didn't know what was up in her mind, but he thought that right there they needed to talk.
"Marlo, we should seriously talk. There are things I wanna say to you." She smiled back at that situation, it was so ridiculous.
"you've already said it in your sleep, don't worry" she replied, turning to serious.
"what you mean exactly?" he was confused, he never talked while sleeping.
"you called Andy a couple of times. I guess there's not much to add, right?" she was getting pissed and angry.
"I'm sorry for this. I cannot take it back – I just wanna say that I should have got it many months ago before dragging you in all this mess. what we had it was real, but…"
"she will always come first, right?"
He felt so sorry, but again it was telling her the truth.
He nodded and got out of the bed to put on his shirt and jeans, his shoes were at the entrance.
"Marlo, I've caused you the pain on your face, but you don't deserve to carry it. Just move on – for yourself."
"Are you kidding me? How you dare saying something like this! I really don't need your concern, Sam! Get out of my house!"
She barked back, her body shaking, angry as he never saw her, but he didn't try to explain more. He couldn't dare, she was right.
He obeyed and , without saying a word, guilty, chaotic as only Sam Swarek can be, he picked up his clothes and closed the door behind him.