I don't own Rookie Blue. If I did this wouldn't be just a story.
Here's the second chapter. This one is complete for now. I can't really think of anything else to add to it. I hope you enjoy it! And as always, don't hesitate to review. I love reading what you guys have to say!
She just stood there, dumbfounded, unable to process what she just walked in on. She knew she needed to say something to the two men who stood in front of her, but she had no idea what to say. Luke was clearly drunk. And Sam, he was staring at her as if he was just caught doing something extremely wrong. Andy didn't know where to begin. Who to begin with. Her boyfriend, who obviously didn't take the word too seriously, or her friend, who was ready to deck a guy on her behalf.
She decided she would deal with Luke later. "Sam…," was all she was able to get out before he jumped in.
"Forget it. He's all yours now," he said waving his arms in the air. "I suggest you cut him off," he added before brushing past her.
"Sam, wait," she protested as she turned to face him.
He paused and looked back at her. "I'll see you tomorrow, McNally."
She watched as he walked to his truck, got in and sped off. She wanted to go after him. Talk about what he had just said. But she figured that was probably the last thing he wanted to do.
She turned back to where Luke stood not wanting to talk to him at all. She had heard everything and she was furious. At this moment she had nothing to say to him. She just shook her head at him in disgust.
"Andy, I can explain," he said as he stumbled closer to her.
She put her hand up halting his movement. He was in no shape to explain himself. He would only make things worse if he tried. "Give me your keys, Luke. I'm taking you home," she said as she held out her hand.
"Andy, please. It's not what it looks like," he begged.
"Give me the damn keys, Luke, and get in the car," she shouted back at him.
"Alright," he surrendered giving her the keys and walking to the car.
Not one word was said during the ride to his apartment. Andy was deep in thought. She had so many questions. Most of which were not for him. She didn't understand why Luke did what he did, but she really wasn't upset. She was angry, but not upset. Actually, she was kind of relieved, which brought forward even more questions. But for tonight she was done. She just wanted to go home and not think about anything. She would deal with everything tomorrow.
Andy arrived at the station earlier than she usually did. She was hoping to catch Sam and talk to him before their shift started. Judging on his reaction last night she had no idea if he wanted to talk, but she was hoping he would. She had questions for him. She wanted to know what happened in the bar and she wanted to know why he had even bothered talking to Luke in the first place. She wanted to talk about what she had overheard him say, but most of all, she wanted him to know how much hearing him say what he said meant to her.
Andy walked through the station consumed by her thoughts. As she headed towards the women's locker room to put her stuff away she heard Luke calling her name.
"Andy. Andy, please stop. I really think we need to talk," he pleaded with her.
She turned around to face him letting out a light laugh. She couldn't wait to hear how he was going to try to weasel his way out of this. She crossed her arms across her chest and raised her eyebrows telling him to continue.
"Can we go in my office so we can talk privately?" he asked.
She still didn't say anything. She let out a sigh and slid past him into his office. As he closed the door she turned around to face him.
"How much did you hear?" he asked her.
"Enough," she answered. She was surprised at how angry she now was.
"Please let me explain, Andy," he pleaded with her closing the distance between them.
She backed away. "What is there to explain, Luke? You went to the bar, got drunk and flirted with another woman. What about that do you think I don't get?" she asked. "If you want to explain something to me, tell me why," she finished keeping her eyes on his.
"It wasn't even like that, Andy. I wasn't flirting with that woman. I was sitting at the bar, by myself, and she came up to me. I wasn't going to be rude and tell her to go away so I stated talking to her. We were just talking. I swear," he finished again trying to get close to her.
Andy shook her head. "No Luke, I'm not buying that. If you were just talking to her then there would have been no need for the conversation between you and Sam."
"Andy, why would I flirt with another woman when I have you? I love you," he said.
"Obviously not. If you loved me we wouldn't be having this conversation right now. If you loved me you wouldn't be trying to explain yourself," she let out. She wasn't going to stand around while Luke fed her lies. If he wanted to talk then he was going to tell her the truth.
"Andy…," he began.
"No, let me finish. What I need to understand is why you and Sam were outside talking. Why he looked like he was going to punch you in the face. There has to be a reason for that. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't approach you for only talking to someone," she said again motioning him with her eyebrows to explain.
"How about Swarek needs to mind his own damn business," he shouted back.
"Okay. You know what, Luke? We're done. I'm not doing this. There's really no reason for us to be having this conversation. I'm tired of all this back and forth with us. This just isn't working anymore. It really hasn't been working for awhile," she told him.
"Andy, please. You don't want to do this," he said reaching out to take her hand.
"Yeah I do. It's not just about last night. Luke, we hardly see each other. We barely talk. When we do talk it's never about anything real. You are always busy working. I'm tired of having to work myself into your schedule just to see you. It shouldn't be like that. I shouldn't have to feel like I need to make an appointment to see my boyfriend," she said feeling the weight being lifted as she spoke.
"Why did you agree to move in with me then?" he asked.
"I don't know. That was a mistake. I didn't want to hurt your feelings by saying no, I guess," she said. It was true. She wasn't ready to move in with him. Not now and not ever.
"So what? We're just done?" he asked making his own anger apparent.
"Yes. It's over," she answered.
And with that she left his office. One down, one to go. Unfortunately, there was no time to find Sam now. She needed to get changed and ready for parade.
Sam wasn't exactly looking forward to work today. He didn't want to see Callaghan and he definitely didn't want to see Andy. And the thought of seeing them together after last night was enough to make him sick. He hadn't stuck around long enough last night to know what today would bring. He figured he would just roll with it. Let the chips fall where they may.
After parade ended he went out to the car to wait for her there. As he saw her approaching he took a deep breath and started the car.
"I got you that," he said motioning to one of the cups in the cup holder.
"Thanks," she said as she took the coffee and sipped it.
"Yep. No problem," he replied pulling the cruiser into traffic.
They rode in silence for the majority of the morning. Neither one of them knew what to say or how to start the conversation they needed to have. Andy finally decided to dive in head first.
"Sam, are we going to talk about what happened last night?" she asked looking over at him.
"What's there to talk about?" he returned keeping his eyes on the road. He really didn't want to talk about what happened or what she might have heard. He had no idea how long she was standing behind them before they noticed. He figured she probably thought he overstepped his place by talking to Luke. He didn't want to have to explain why he did it because he wasn't even sure why he did it.
"Gee maybe the conversation I walked in on between you and Luke," she said still looking over at him. "What happened?"
"You haven't talked to Callaghan yet?" he asked her looking over his shoulder and changing lanes.
"I have, but I want you to tell me," she said. Nothing he said would change her mind about ending things with Luke, but she wanted to hear his side of things. She trusted him and she knew he wouldn't lie.
"It wasn't a big deal, McNally. It looked more intense than it was," he said avoiding her gaze.
"Will you just tell me what happened?" she asked him again.
"Alright, look, Callaghan was at the bar, drinking pretty heavily. I was finishing off my drink when I noticed him talking to a woman. I decided to take him outside before he ended up doing something he would regret. That's it. No big deal," he finished glancing over at her.
"So you were helping him?" she asked a little bit confused
He sighed, "Yeah I guess I was. Look McNally, I could care less what happens to Callaghan, but you're my partner and I do care what happens to you. If I can stop you from getting hurt I'm going to."
She didn't say anything. She sat back in her seat contemplating the meaning of the words he had just said.
"How much did you hear?" he asked her unable to hold off not knowing the answer any longer.
"All of it," she answered looking over at him.
He was hoping her answer would be the opposite of that. He wasn't sure what to say next so he just nodded in understanding.
After awhile he decided to break the silence. "I'm sorry if I was out of line, talking to Callaghan," he said as he pulled up to a red light.
Andy turned to face him. She couldn't believe he was apologizing. He had nothing to apologize for. "Sam. I don't want you to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. You had my back. You always have my back," she said placing her hand on his. "Thank you."
He looked over and held her gaze. "You're welcome."
Andy took her hand back. "Did you mean what you said to Luke, about him being lucky and all that?" she asked.
He hesitated for a second. "Yeah I did. Every word."
She turned so she was looking straight ahead. She wasn't sure what to say. She knew he meant what he said. She looked over at him and started to say something but stopped. She knew she needed to say something, but she didn't want to mess it up. This was her chance to tell him how she felt. He basically said how he felt last night. Not to her directly, but he now knew she heard so his feelings were pretty much out in the open. Now it was her turn. She was pulled away from her thoughts when he suddenly pulled the car into an empty parking lot and turned it off.
"Why are you with him? I don't get it, Andy. He pulls stunts like he did last night. He treats you like crap. It just doesn't make sense to me why you would stay with someone like that. You deserve better and I don't understand why you don't see that. You deserve someone who wants you back. Someone who treats you well and wants to spend time with you," he finished.
"I know," she began, but before she could finish he started.
"If you know then why? I can tell you're not happy," he let out. He knew he was crossing the line now. He had no right to be asking her these questions. She didn't owe him any answers.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be asking you this. It's your life," he said and turned to face forward again.
"I broke up with Luke this morning," she said.
Sam shifted so he was facing her again. "Oh, well I guess I didn't need to go off on that little rant then, did I?" he asked giving her a half smile.
She smiled back. "I suppose not. But I'm glad you did. Because I agree. I do deserve someone better than Luke. It took me a little bit to realize it, but Luke isn't the right guy for me. I see that now. Actually, I've known that for awhile, but what he did last night pushed me to finally do something about it. I need a guy who puts me first and wants to spend time with me." She paused. "You know anyone like that?" she asked playfully hoping he understood where she was going.
"I might know a guy like that," he answered flashing her a smile.
"You think you could maybe introduce me to him?" she asked leaning in a little bit.
"You already know him, McNally," he answered also leaning in so they were only inches apart.
"Yeah. I thought so," she said before closing the gap between them.
She kissed him passionately, placing her hand on his cheek. He welcomed the kiss and placed one of his hands on the back of her neck. They stayed like that, stealing kisses from each other until the radio in the cruiser interrupted them.
She reluctantly pulled away first. "Duty calls," she said laughing and putting her seatbelt back on.
"That it does," he returned glaring at the radio. "To be continued," he said glancing over at her before turning the car back on and pulling out into traffic.