Chapter 15!

hope you like it! as always. Luke is an ass -_- that should give you a hint as to what this chapter is centered on.

Rookie Blue and its original concepts do not belong to me.

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"Yea I'll do that right now," I said then left the room pulling out my cell phone.

Right when I was going to hit the speed dial button someone spoke up.

"So do you want to tell me what the fuck happened?"

I turned around slowly and sighed inwardly.

Callaghan.

It took me a considerable amount of will power not to roll my eyes at him.

What the hell did he want now?

I really, really did not want to deal with him right now. Him of all people.

"What are you talking about, Callaghan?" I asked, not even bothering to hide the exasperated tone in my voice.

"What the hell do you mean 'what are you talking about'?" he said angrily.

"Why don't you calm the fuck down," I replied trying to stay calm myself. "And once you're calm, then come and talk to me, because you're wasting my time."

I knew talking to him like that pissed him off because I was purposely brushing him off like an annoying child.

Sure enough, he only got angrier.

"Who the fuck are you to tell me to calm down?" he asked angrily. "My girlfriend is in a coma because of you." He shot at me. I didn't miss the emphasis he placed on the word 'girlfriend'. When was he going to let that go?

"It's part of a case that you have no connection with whatsoever," and before he could interrupt me, I added "and personal relationships don't count as a connection."

"Well, Swarek. If you were so bent on keeping me out of it, you shouldn't have killed that bodyguard eh?" he asked a grin appearing on his face when he realized that he had something on me.

At that moment I cursed the fact that he was right.

That guy... Royce. That was his name. He was dead because I shot him. That death brought in homicide and therefore brings in Callaghan.

Damn.

Years of undercover work made it easy for me to hide my initial response to what he said. I schooled my face to look nonchalant.

"I wasn't told that you were on this case," I said to him coolly.

And it was true that he may not be at all.

Not only was Callaghan not the only homicide detective, but he had a personal connection with a victim involved with the case.

Boyko was strictly opposed to letting cops and detectives work cases with personal attachments. That's why he didn't want me to do this case.

However I have a much stronger friendship with Boyko than Callaghan does. That's what made him finally succumb into letting me on the case.

On top of that, I am amazingly persuasive I thought smugly.

"Just because you weren't told doesn't mean it isn't true," he shot back at me, but I knew that he understood that he wasn't standing on solid ground anymore.

This was more like it. Me in charge.

"That may be, but I can't say anything until I hear from Boyko that you are on the case. So if you'll excuse me, I actually have something to do." With that, I turned my back on him.

For a second I thought he had left, but I knew better than that.

I felt his hands grip my shoulder as he pulled me around to face him. The look on his face told me that he was severely pissed right now.

Oh well, I could care less.

"You think you're so damn big don't you?" he said trying to sound menacing. Keyword being trying.

"Yes I do," I replied with a mocking smile for the benefit of seeing his face redden with anger.

He shoved me back against the wall. Wow this guy was really set on being sent to the ICU now wasn't he?

"You're just so fucking jealous that I got her and you didn't," he said, slightly out of breath.

Instead of saying something, I just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Come on. I see the way you look at her. Everyone does. You are just so jealous that you can't admit that she'd never want you."

Much to his anger, I just laughed. "Really? Is that what you think?"

"I know that's what it is," he snapped. "You are just so jealous. You probably heard that she and I were supposed to go to my high school reunion this weekend. And now because of you, I can't take her."

"And I already told everyone I'd be bringing her," he continued and I had the strangest feeling that he only wanted to take Andy to show her off to his old classmates.

That got me angry. The thought of Callaghan using Andy for any reason fuelled the fire that was already burning because of my hatred towards him.

I pushed up and reversed our positions, slamming him up against the wall roughly.

I used much more force than necessary since he wasn't expecting it at all, if the surprised look on his face was any indication.

I put my arm up against his throat and added a light pressure to it.

"She isn't an object for you to be showing her around," I hissed at him through my clenched teeth adding pressure to my arm.

Unlike him, I can actually try and achieve a menacing voice.

"You just want her to show around to your little friends. Like a fucking trophy." I kept increasing the pressure on my arm gradually. His face was turning an interesting shade on purple.

"You don't really care about her. She's just another girl to you. She's just a way for you to get one in on me."

Even though he was probably choking, he managed a shaky grin.

"It's working isn't it?" he said in a slightly strangled voice and I just increased the pressure until the grin fell off his face.

"Listen carefully," I said in a dangerously low voice.

"If I wanted Andy McNally, I could have her."

So it wasn't the complete truth only because I wasn't sure of it myself.

If I could do it to the girls in high school, I could do it to Andy right? Right?

But the thing was that Andy was like no other girl I've ever met before. So I didn't know if I could have her.

What if that was just wishful thinking?

Well whether it was or wasn't, I wasn't going to let Callaghan see that I was doubting it myself.

The pressure that I was placing on Callaghan's neck was making his face more and more purple hued. At the moment, I didn't care.

I would have held this position longer, but then I heard a voice directed towards me.

I didn't even have to turn around to know who it was.

I groaned inwardly and removed my arm from Callaghan so that he slumped down the wall and onto the ground gasping for air.

"Hey Sam," said a very female voice.

Damn. Jennifer.

Soo hope you liked it.

and you see what i mean about the Luke thing? yea

i am just not going to let what happened at the end of Hot and Bothered go -_- oh well :)

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