A/n: so sorry for the long wait, life got hectic, 3 words...Mother in law:

Chapter 4

"Swarek" he answered as he picked up the phone

"hello, who the hell is this" he said again frustration clearly laced in his voice, taking a moment he listened into the phone, all he could hear was heavy breathing on the other end of the receiver, as he prepared to slam it down as the caller began to say something.

"Sam? Sam, are you there?" moaned the panting voice down the phone line.

Sam was suddenly transported to a nightmare he had experienced for the past few months. Andy, calling him from beyond the grave and rebuking for not doing enough. He unconsciously broke into a cold a sweat as the terror from his nightmare asserted itself. Giving his head a shake a remembering that he was on the phone Sam said, "Who is this? Who in the HELL IS THIS?" The last question came out as a strangled screech giving voice to the emotional upheaval he was experiencing.

"Sam. It's me. I need you. Please, I need you," said the voice.

"Andy?" Sam cried.

"Sam, it's not a dream, I promise you. I'll explain everything, you just need to get to me," she replied.

"What? How? Where are you?" Sam replied, confusion in his voice.

"Listen same I'm in a warehouse. Reggie McKenna kidnapped me, but he's gone now and I'm free. I can barely talk to you now, I need you to come to me."

Sam collected himself and replied, "Okay Andy, call me right back on my cell phone. In the meantime I'm going to get the dispatcher to run a trace on this line and I'll be right there."

He paused and said, "I love you Andy."

"I know Sam, I know. Talk to you in few minutes," and replied and there was a click as she hung up the phone.

Immediately, Sam reset the receiver, picked it up and dialed dispatch.

"Johnson, get me a reverse trace and address on the last call to my office phone. After that call me back. After that, call out the goddamned police department and get them to that address ASAP. Andy's still with us."

"You got it Sam," Johnson hurriedly replied.

Sam was just putting his jacket on when he got a text from Johnson, "473 Randall Drive. It's a complex in an industrial park on the edge of the city. Did a quick search and very few business licenses in the area. Not a lot there. Local PD are on the way."

Sam put away his phone and all but ran to his car. Quickly starting it and slamming it in reverse, he drove out of the police stations underground parking lot and emerged onto the street. Flicking the switches to turn on his sirens and lights, Sam accelerated dangerously through traffic, liberally using his horn. He had to get to Andy.

His mind was screaming as he drove through the city. Sam started to come to terms with what was happening. Andy was alive! In many of the explosions and fires he had dealt with in his career no trace of a victim was found. Most of the time however, there was always something. A splatter of this or that, a shredded article of clothing some kind of ID. Something. With Priscilla, there had been none of that. As he had experienced, this wasn't strange but it made getting over things so much more difficult if there was a mathematical chance. A there had been a chance!

Coming slightly back to reality, Sam braked hard as he made the right turn down the lonely road that lead to the industrial park. It was beginning to get dark now, a restless moon appearing in a sky not yet ready to give up the blue. Fifteen minutes down the empty road brought Sam to a series of warehouses set back from the road by a half mile. Shutting off the noise and lights on his vehicle, Sam decelerated until he was parked directly in front of 473 Randall Drive. Sitting quietly in his car for a moment, Sam studied the warehouse at the correct address.

Painted a steel grey, the building was large; easily as large as the police station he worked in. A flickering exit sign illuminated the only door he could see. Getting out of his car, he walked cautiously towards the sign drawing his gun as he did so. In the distance he heard the sirens of the local mothers on their slow way out here. Shaking his head slightly at their ineptitude, Sam opened the door and crept into the bowels of the forbidding warehouse.

As the door closed behind him, he struggled as his vision took a moment to adjust itself to the lack of light. It looked like there some windows or other source of light somewhere, but the illumination was faint and he couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from. Sam removed a portable flashlight from his belt and shined it around himself. It looked like the warehouse had seen some use, but it certainly wasn't used regularly. Food containers and random machinery were revealed in the pool of light of his flashlight. Moving further in, Sam noticed a set of stairs to his right that appeared in serviceable condition. Moving cautiously, he put his foot on the bottom step and called Andy's name loudly. Nothing. Moving slowly up the stairs he came to a door that was chained shut. Rattling the door loudly, Sam called again, "ANDY! I'm here sweetheart. Where are you?"

"Sam?" a tiny voice called from the other side of the door.

"Andy? I'm coming baby. I'm coming," he shouted desperately.

Holstering his gun, Sam took quick aim at the lock on the door and fired 4 times. The lock fell to the ground and he fell to unravelling the chain from the door. It took only seconds but it felt like an eternity. Slamming the door open when he was finished, Sam burst through, gun still drawn. Around him was more detritus speaking of inhabitants but it hadn't been disturbed in a long time. Moving further into the large room, he yelled her name again.

"I'm here Sam, in the office," she squeaked.

Turning to his right and all but running to a room at the end of the hall, Sam burst in and there sat Andy in a beat up office chair. Her hair was plastered to her scalp with blood and her right eye was black and blue with a recent contusion. She was wearing what looked like a prisoner's jump suit that was also covered in blood and dirt. She had never looked more beautiful to him. She was alive.

"Took you long enough," Andy smiled.

A/n: as above so sorry please review and let me know your thoughts and feelings, they help me write and get me through some questionable times when I have that certain guest who moved two blocks away, lol thanks again

Cheers PP