From Here on
Chapter eight
A: N: I do not own rookie blue. I only own the story I am writing.
After the funeral, Andy took Traci back to her house. She didn't really want to go back to work, but she knew that they needed her at work that day. With Traci on stress leave, Noelle on Met rainy leave, and one officer down at the moment, Andy knew that they needed her today.
When she knew that Traci was okay, she started walking to work. She knew that she had to talk to Sam, but she just didn't know how or when. She had hoped that they were paired together. She didn't want to work with anyone else. She wanted to make sure that he was okay. And this was a way of doing that. As she kept walking, she heard a car honk at her. She turned around and saw Sam in his sliver truck. She smiled and started walking towards his car.
Sam wound down his window and smiled at her. 'Hey', he said to her. 'Hey', she said back to him. She walked around to the passenger side of his truck. They drove in silence to the station.
They didn't say a word as they went inside the station and went to their separate locker rooms.
As Andy had hoped, they were paired together. But the day didn't go as plan. In fact, everything that could go wrong went wrong. She stormed into the locker room and got changed. She slammed her locker door closed. And she started walking out of the station. She needed time to think.
She knew that Sam was taking this whole thing badly. She had expected him too. After all, Jerry was Sam's best friend. She was expecting him to yell at her, take it out on her. She wanted him too. Thought it would be a way for him to start grieving. However she did not expect him just to be silent for the whole entire day. That was not something she wanted. She got to her apartment and opened the door and sighed.
About 10 minutes after she had got home, there was a knock on the door. She opened it and saw Sam. She let him in.
'Hey', he said to her, looking straight at her. She walked to the couch and sat down. She was so angry at the moment. And it was all anger at Sam.
Sam sat down next to her on the couch and just watched Andy.
'Sam', she said. I know you're hurting, I know you're reviewing but please don't take this out on me, don't push me away, please let me help you, she continued looking at Sam.
'Andy', he began. 'I can't be a cop and be with you', Sam said to her. Straight away, he regretted what he said. But it was too late. It was out there. He couldn't take it back. It was out there, and no matter what he had said, to make it better, he said it.
She looked at him in shock. She just stared at him.
She got up and walked around her lounge room. Eventually, she looked at him. Stared at him for what seemed hours.
'Okay', she said finally. 'Well' I guess you have made your decision then', she said. She went to the front door and opened it. Sam moved slowly to the front door and left. After he left, she closed the door and moved her body slowly down the back of the door. She was crouched down on the floor crying.
The next day, Andy went to work. She went straight to the locker room and got changed. She knew what she had to do. She didn't like the idea, but it was what she had to do. She couldn't bear to be in the same station as Sam. Right now, she knew what she had to do to get through this whole mess.
She went through the barn straight to Frank's office. She knocked on the door.
'Come in', Frank said. She opened the door and closed it. 'Andy, what can I do for you'? Frank asked.
'Sir', she said. 'I need to you to do something for me', she continued.
'Anything', Frank said back to her.
'I need a forum', she said to Frank. Frank looked at her confused.
What type of forum? Frank asked.
'A resignation forum, sir, she said.
, 'Andy', he began. Andy just shook her head.
'Sir, I quit being a police officer', she said quickly.
A: N/2 please do not hate me too much.