I'd Lie

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Chapter 6:

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

"No McNally! You just don't get it do you? I know it was him!"

"No Sam! You're not listening to me at all! You can't know it was him for certain."

Things between Sam and Andy were reaching boiling point. Andy couldn't even remember a time when they were engaged in such a heated argument. This was probably their first and with the way things were going Andy certainly hoped it would be the last.

The case that rocked 15 Division to the core; pinning officers and detectives against each other. Splitting the division straight down the middle and as it turns out, causing a rift between herself and Sam. The hunt for Daniel Westerman; serial child abductor, killer and rapist. His first victim: his own son. An hour earlier, the officers of 15 were shaken when another young boy of only 11, was found dead. The fissure that tore the officers apart was the growing amount of evidence that seemed to prove the innocence of Westerman, at least for this crime against their latest victim.

"Andy, we know he killed his own son and I sure as hell know he killed Matthew."

She couldn't believe her ears. Since when did Sam over look the finer details? Since when was everything so straightforward and simple? This wasn't the Sam that she knew; usually he would go through all the evidence with a fine toothcomb before making any judgments. Today, Sam seemed to just assume everything and come to the conclusion that Westerman was guilty. It wasn't like Sam at all.

"You know what Sam, we'll probably be arguing until we're black and blue in the face, but if you just took the time to look through each piece of evidence carefully you would see that you are wrong. So until you get your head out of your own ass then I want nothing to do with you."

With that Andy stormed off, not giving Sam even the slightest chance to retort back.

Thinking back she was probably a little bit harsh. God she adored Sam so much, he was her best friend. But the way he had been acting recently, Andy felt like she barely knew him. Maybe her snapping at him would be a wake up call.

Andy was given plenty of time to cool off; in fact she was given the whole shift. It wasn't until she was changing into her usual jeans and top that Sam came knocking on the locker room door.

"Andy?" he called out hesitantly

Sighing, she knew she couldn't avoid him forever, "yeah?"

"You decent?"

Okay, he had seen her a handful of times without a shirt on – what was his deal now?

"Yeah Sam" she replied, deciding to humor him while quickly throwing her shirt over her head.

He carefully walked into the room, still in uniform but without his usual confident and purposeful stride that came with it. He stopped two lockers down from hers and leant up against them with his arms crossed against the front of his chest. If she had to guess she would probably say that he was absolutely exhausted and run off his feet but well, she couldn't see his face so she was unsure what he was feeling at the moment. His head was dipped low, while one foot was scuffing the floor.

Neither of them spoke for a while, which annoyed Andy a little. It's not like she was the one that sought him out. So she began roughly throwing her belongings into her bag, she just wanted to go home and take a nice long bath.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, her hand froze while her brain tried to process whether he had actually said anything. His whisper coming out so soft she felt like she had imagined it.

She shook her head, not looking up, continuing to place her things into her bag.

"McNally, c'mon," he said louder, "I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier."

"It's fine," she said brushing him off, still she did not look at him.

"Andy," he said with more desperation evident in his voice. He took a few steps towards her, reaching out to wrap his hand around her wrist and bending his knees to try and catch her eyes.

She gave in and finally looked at him, he gave her a tentative smile before softly tugging her wrist to make her face him.

She finally allowed herself to study his face and he looked absolutely broken, although he had a soft smile on his face she could see behind it. She had never seen Sam so torn up because of a case before.

"This case, it hit me hard, and I'm sorry for taking it out on you. I shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah you shouldn't have." So she agreed to look at him, didn't mean he was off the hook so easily.

Andy could tell her standoffish behavior was starting to get on his nerves, but honestly, he had her in a terrible mood for the whole day so yeah, payback was a bitch.

He let out a deep sigh before throwing his arms up, almost like he was giving up. Andy was sure he was going to leave so when instead she saw him start to angrily undo his uniform buttons she almost let out a shocked gasp. Sam took his uniform shirt off, the fabric not one to stretch and bend willingly, unlike his black t-shirt that he wore underneath. He turned to the side, pulling the t-shirt sleeve up, exposing his left arm. His tattoo.

"My first big case when I was a rookie. Reported child abduction, parents were devastated, beside themselves, I believed them. I found their son, a four year old boy, in the dads hockey bag in the basement."

As Sam spoke those words softly, Andy could hear the pain behind his voice. He seemed to grow angrier as the memories flooded back because when he spoke again his words came out harsher, "I went through everything thoroughly back then Andy, and it made no difference. So forgive me if I try a different approach this time."

"Sam…" she was at a loss for words, she had seen that tattoo countless times, but never would she have associated it with a case that he had worked. She thought it was maybe a relative or… an ex-girlfriend; a stupid drunken mistake is what she remembers praying for.

"Liam Uriah Cohen. He is my constant reminder that things are never what they seem." Sam looked down at his tattoo affectionately, "He was a tough kid, his arms and legs were bound but still the M.E found signs that he put up a fight, never gave up."

Andy took a hesitant step toward him, never had she seen Sam so vulnerable and all she wanted to do was hold onto him for dear life. Almost unconsciously she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she reached out to trace the initials with her finger. Being this close to Sam, she heard him draw in a shaky breath. She looked up to gaze into his eyes as she whispered quietly,

"Thank you for letting me in Sam." She knew it was probably difficult for him to expose himself, his feelings, as he just did.

With that she wrapped her arms tight around his waist, never wanting to let go. Almost immediately he responded by wrapping his arms around her, his head falling to rest against hers. And that's when she felt it more than heard it. The silent warm tears that she knew were flowing from his eyes.

The day had taken a major toll on the both of them, him more than her. And finally Sam had opened up a part of himself that she thought she would never have the privilege of seeing. He was usually so strong for the both of them. He was her rock but right now, in this moment, she knew she was his.


God I'm so sorry for keep you all waiting again, I am probably the worst writer out there!
I feel like I keep making you guys these promises for updates sooner, and I always end up breaking them! So I guess I'm just gonna stop making those promises.
Just know that I really am trying my hardest to get updates out as soon as possible, but between not being a full on writer, trying to keep up with Uni and just lacking inspiration some days I hope you'll understand why it's so difficult for me to get these chapters out faster.

Anyways, if you're still reading this fic, I love you and thank you for sticking by me

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