ABC.
Words: 657.
Couple: Andy McNally and Sam Swarek.
TV Show: Rookie Blue.
Disclaimer: All characters you recognize do not belong to me.
AU.
Tag to Fifteen Division.

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Prompt: Rookie.

"How dare you."

The three words made both Sam Swarek and his partner look up from their desks to the brunette rookie standing at the door of the D's office with her arms crossed against her chest, one hand holding a manila folder close to her side.

"I'm guessing you've spoken to Best?" he asked, unfazed by her reaction to his actions.
"Oh you bet I have! You have no right to tell our boss to put me on desk. What do you think you're doing?" she questioned, stepping into the office and narrowing her eyes at him.
"I didn't tell him to do anything McNally, I don't have that pow-"
"It was your damn suggestion that has had me working behind the front desk for the last three weeks Sam Swarek, don't even pretend to be innocent because you are far from it."

With a glance at Traci Nash, who was trying her best to not get involved, the detective pushed his chair from the desk and turned to face her completely. His eyes flew to the manila folder in her hand and a frown grew on his face as he read the report number it was labelled with.

"Three weeks, Sam, I've been riding the desk for three weeks," Andy told him through clenched teeth, "Three weeks behind a desk, because my god damn ex-boyfriend is an over-protective ass."
"McNally, let's take a step ba-"
"No. Let's not take a step back. Because that would be mean running from our problems, so let's talk because you certainly weren't talking to me when you told Frank to put me on desk."

He watched as she flung the folder at his chest, and flinch when the folder hit him.

"If you'd read the damn report, you'd learn that everything was routine and that it was a bystander that reacted, not the damn suspect."
"I have read the re-"
"No you obviously have not," she snapped, "You are not my training officer, you are not my boyfriend, we are no longer partners, you do not get to do stupid things like this without a damn good justification as to why Detective Swarek. And you certainly don't get to do it behind my back."

Blinking, it took a moment of silence for him to regain some understanding as to where this was going. As Traci's phone went off in the back ground, bringing her away from her failed attempt of not listening and causing her to stand up and leave the office, he shook his head with a small smile.

"What?"
"Andy. You're not my rookie anymore, and I'm not your training officer either. But you are the rookie that I trained, and believe it or not, you will always be my responsibility," he finally said, "Because that's how it works here. And if it makes a difference, I am not the only one who believed it would be a good idea to get you off the streets for a bit."
"It's still not your choi-"
"It had nothing to do with trying to make a dent in your career, and nobody believed that you were not fit for the field. What this was, was myself and your senior officers trying to make sure that you weren't stretching yourself thin Andy. It's been a hard year, for all of us, but you have too much to lose by burying yourself in field work."

She let out a breath, lifting her hand to pinch her nose as she closed her eyes. Sam leaned down and collected the file from the floor from where it had landed in front of his feet. When he looked back up to find her opening her eyes and breathing in slowly.

"I still don't think you, any of you, had the right to go to Frank," she told him, "And I hate you all."
"I'll make sure to pass that on to the others McNally."

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This was originally longer. There was something else at the end of it, but none of it worked and I needed to cut it off eventually.

So, it says that this is a tag to 'F' (Fifteen Division) and this is basically what happens in the office while Noelle is on the phone with Oliver and Epstein.

And this is about the time I realize that I actually have to write Z because we're getting closer and closer to the end!

Thank you!

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Next Prompt: Speed Dial.
"Now I swear," Oliver started, smirking as Sam looked up at him with a frown, "That, uh, normally when I press number two on Sam Swarek's phone that my cell would ring. That is, of course, unless you two have something to share with the class McNally."