Traci swirled her latte slowly with a tall slim spoon and watched Andy juggle her tray from across the room. She weaved through the crowds and held the tray up high to avoid spillages then plonked it on the table and sat down with a sigh.
"Rough morning?"
"Ugh, you don't know the half of it." Andy passed her a bowl of muesli with fruit and yoghurt and took her own off the tray along with a smoothie.
"What's goin on? Didn't you sleep well?"
"I slept fine. For all of about 5 hours." Andy took a long sip of her smoothie then sat back to talk to her friend. "I went to the crime scene last night."
"What? On your own? Why?"
"I had an idea, about how the killer got in to the house…a hideaway key. Left by the realtor, I tried to call you but you didn't answer. I tried to call Oliver too and Gerry. But no one was answering. Mind you it was close to midnight when I was calling."
"You didn't try Sam?" Traci said with a smile.
"I did. I think I caught him at a bad time." Andy chuckled. "Anyway he dismissed me but I couldn't let it go. So I went over there. I found the key, dropped it to the lab this morning for prints. And I was checking out the scene when Sam arrived."
"Wait, hold up…" Traci dropped the spoonful of muesli back into her bowl and looked up at Andy with a knowing smile. "You called Sam at around midnight, and you think he was "in flagrante" with Emma, but he still answered your call, then he followed you out to the crime scene-"
"Well I never told him where I was going." Andy said shyly as she focused on stirring the yoghurt into her breakfast.
"So he deduced it, he's a good cop Andy, it's a safe bet he knows you well enough to figure out your actions. So he followed you? Then what happened?"
"We took a look around, I found these divots on the carpet beside where the victim had been posed, and I think they were made from a tripod."
"The CSI teams aren't allowed to use tripods."
"That's what Sam said." Andy lowered her voice, all too aware of their surroundings. "It's probably from the killer."
"So he was taking pictures?"
"Yeah and you know something else, I know I've seen it before."
"What? Seen what before?" Traci pushed her breakfast aside to concentrate on what Andy was saying.
"The crime scene photo from the case report yesterday, I know I've seen it before."
"Where?"
Andy slumped back into her chair. "I don't know, I can't recall." Her frustration was palpable. Traci leaned across the table and patted her friend's hand. "I was at the lab this morning trying to rush the prints, then I was over at the division all morning going over all the cases and reports I've worked on since I started."
"Jesus Andy…how long have you been up?"
"A long time." Andy dry washed her face with both hands and sighed. "Ugh, maybe I have no idea where I've seen it. I'm just imagining it."
"No Andy it sounds like your gut is trying to tell you something. Let it. Don't force it though."
Andy nodded. Neither of them seemed too interested in finishing their breakfast so they slipped on their coats and left.
The division was still a hub of activity as everyone signed on for their shifts, handed over tasks and reports and continued working on the case. Andy and Traci quickly changed and went over to Oliver for assignments.
"Have you finished all paperwork? Remember the audit is today?"
"Yeah, finished it up last night," Andy said as she looked around the room for Sam who could confirm.
"I've been working with Gerry."
"He was looking for you a minute ago, I think he has a lead and wants you to follow up." Traci smiled and hurried over to the detective area to find Gerry. "As for you McNally."
"What?"
"I heard you were in the lab this morning harassing my technicians?" He draped an arm over her shoulder and guided her away from the hub of the bullpen and over to the now empty parade room and closed the door after them.
"Harassing isn't really the word I would use…"
"Well it paid off, we got a print."
"You did?"
"This is on the QT. The report came back in about an hour ago. Gerry pulled the ID and we have a name."
"Is that the lead Gerry and Traci will be following up today?"
"Yes." Andy smiled triumphantly and shrugged her shoulders as she hoisted her belt up. "Which brings me to my point. What in the hell did you think you were doing at the crime scene at midnight alone?"
"Huh?"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
"Dangerous? I found the key, I got the print!"
"Yeah I know and that's great McNally but you could have been attacked or killed. You know how many times the killers return to the scene of the crime?"
Andy remained silent. She knew better than to rebuke Oliver when she was being chastised.
"Next time, you wait for back up, you call the team or you wait for morning."
"Yes sir." She said meekly.
Oliver watched her for a moment then patted her on the shoulder. "Good find McNally," he said over his shoulder as he left the room.
Alone now in the parade room Andy sat down, folded her arms on the table and let her head drop onto them.
She ignored the soft knock on the door but when it was followed by footsteps she rolled her head to the side in time to see Sam take the chair on the other side of the table.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Oh nothing, just me getting chewed up by Oliver for finding a key piece of evidence."
"He found out you were out at the scene alone?"
"Yeah…wait, you didn't tell him?"
"No, I didn't tell him. He must have heard it from the lab after the report came in."
"Oh."
"He's right though Andy."
"Yeah I heard enough from him, don't you get on me about it too."
"I'm not getting on you Andy." She got up to walk away but he stood too and grabbed her hand to stop her. "I'm not." He repeated. "I just need you to understand how dangerous that was. Anything could have happened."
"Nothing happened!"
He squeezed her hand to make her look up. "But it could have!"
"But you were there…"
"Only because I know you so well, I knew you wouldn't drop it." Andy looked down and let out a breath. "Next time you get the urge to try something stupid… call me first."
"I did call you Sam."
"Yeah well, next time tell me what you are planning so I don't arrive late." He smiled and she couldn't help but return it. Realising he was still holding her hand, he looked down and slowly released her, then rested both his hands on his hips. "Okay, grab your stuff, you're riding with me today."
"You hungry?" Sam asked as he pulled the patrol car up by the curb outside a convenience store.
Andy looked out the window at the store and wrinkled her nose. "For what exactly? Microwave burritos?"
"No, god no Andy, I'd treat you better than that…" He jumped out of the car and hurried across the street to a hotdog vendor. She chuckled and shook her head and watched him return with two dogs and two sodas.
"Street dogs?" she said as he handed her lunch and drink in through the open window then leaned back on the car and rested his own drink on the roof before biting into his own.
"Much better than microwave burritos." He muttered around the food in his mouth and he offered her a bright smile.
"Let's ask your colon about that later!"
Sam rolled his eyes and took another bite, this time with louder more appreciative noises. Andy laughed and bit into her own. They were just about finished eating when the radio buzzed for their attention.
"Car fifteen-oh-five, car fifteen-oh-five, we have a report of an AAWC on Parkside Dr just passed the overhead from the expressway."
"This is car fifteen-oh-five, we're on our way, ETA 2 minutes."
Sam shoved the last bite into his mouth and guzzled some of his soda before coming around the car, tossing his trash into a bin and jumping into the car. Andy typed into the console PC as he started the engine and flicked on the lights. They made it to the crash scene in record time and slowly moved the car through the crowd that was gathering. The ambulance was already there and both EMTs were rushing to get the gurney out of the back.
Sam ran over to the driver's side window and winces at the scene that met him. Andy grabbed the first aid box from the boot and ran over to his side.
"Don't, don't touch him."
"What?" Andy looked in and saw the driver had his throat cut almost from ear to ear His head lolled to the side and the blood that had flowed out of his wound was dried and caked all over his chest. "Jesus, what happened?" she glanced at the windshield but saw it was shattered but still in one piece. All the other car windows were intact so whatever had caused this cut in her throat it was not because of the accident.
"This isn't a traffic accident…it was staged." Sam turned to the EMTs and held out his hands to stop them from getting any closer.
Andy walked around the car. And examined it as carefully as she could without touching it. She gave it a wide berth and looked at the ground, seeing the multitude of footprints already marking the soft soil. She looked up at the crowd gathering and started to move forward to push them all back.
"Move back, nothing to see, everyone please move back." She took the roll of black and yellow police tape from her bag and started to mark out a scene edge. Sam came over as she was tying off the last piece.
"I called it in. Gerry is on the way. We need to start checking for witnesses."
"I can start with this crowd here," Andy said as he pulled her notebook out of her pocket and fished in her belt for a pen.
Sam started an examination of the scene. He checked under the car and all around it before snapping on a pair of latex gloves and reaching into the button to open the boot. He found it completely empty. Not even a spare wheel or a jack in place. He checked the back seat but found nothing on the floor of the car or in any of the door pockets.
He didn't want to uproot anything in the car and conducted only a visual inspection. By the time Gerry arrived, with Traci and another squad to handle questioning Sam was able to give a full report on the situation so far.
"Nothing?" Gerry exclaimed when Sam finished.
"This has got to be the same guy. The throat, how the body was posed, the complete lack of evidence."
"Do we have an ID?"
"I patted him down for a wallet but I couldn't find anything, but it could be in his back pocket. I was waiting for CSI to get here before I moved him."
Gerry pulled on his own pair of gloves and climbed in to the passenger side door. He tried not to touch anything in the car and asked Sam to lean the body over so he could check his back pockets. Sure enough there was a wallet there. He pulled it out and flipped it open.
"Professor James Cantwell. Driver's license says he lives out in Hamilton, but he also has ID for OCAD Uni."
"A Student doctor and a professor from OCAD. Not an obvious connection but I'll look into it." Traci took notes as she spoke.
Andy came over and flipped through her notes but she was shaking her head and Sam already knew what she was going to say.
"Nobody saw anything. It's not surprising though considering the location. This car could have been here for a while. It's sheltered from the road and the expressway."
"We can check for footage on the expressway to see if this car was spotted, we have tool CCTV on either end," Traci said.
The crowd behind them parted to let a large CSI van through and soon the scene was swarming the techs who set up a tent and dressed in examination suits to avoid contamination.
"McNally, can you get those reports to me by the end of the day?" Gerry called out as he walked over to the tent.
"Sure, but they don't say anything."
"I want the names and contact details of everyone you talked to."
"Okay, I'll get it to you ASAP." She turned back to Sam who was already walking towards their car. He looked over at her confused look.
"So he can compare the witnesses and see if there are any matches between the scenes."
"Oh right. Of course." Andy cursed herself for not thinking of that sooner. "Do you know the list of witnesses from the last report?"
"Only the ones we checked out ourselves."
"So not the scene witnesses."
"No."
"Ok."
"You wanna go back to the division and check the list?"
"Yeah."
Sam nodded and pulled out from the crowd carefully, then flicked on the lights on the roof and they hurried back to the division.
After getting back to the division, Sam went to the café to grab some coffee while she went to the parade room to find the crime report. She was flipping through the pages to find the witness list when he joined her and sat into the chair next to her.
"Okay, I'll call out these names, you check them off those ones," she said as she handed him the list of witnesses from the first scene.
One by one she called out all the names, at first with a little hope and urgency but as they got further down the list without a match her tone was deflated and annoyed. When they completed the list with no matches Andy slapped the page back on to the desk and sighed.
"It was a long shot McNally."
"Yeah I know, but at least it was something tangible. Something we could actually do!"
"I know."
"I wonder how they got on with the fingerprint. They had a name…" She said as she rubbed her eyes with the heel of her hands.
"Gerry said it was a dead end."
"What?" Andy looked at him with surprise.
"Possibly a lab error, but when they checked it out the name didn't fit."
"No way, not possible."
"John Martin Olson. He died in 1998."
"What? No. That's not possible, how was his finger print on the key then? That complex was only built in 2007."
"I dunno McNally, I'm just telling you what Gerry told me."
"John Martin Olson… I know that name."
"I'm not surprised." Sam stood up and went over to the box of files that were stacked on the desk at the front of the room. He lifted the top one down and put it aside then took the lid of the next one and looked inside for the right file. When he found it he returned to her side and dropped the file in front of her. Without sitting down he leaned over her and opened it to the right page.
Andy tried to ignore how close he was leaning over her, with one hand on the back of her chair the other one on the table beside her arm.
"John Martin Olson, convicted of murdering his wife in 1984."
"He did 8 years in Maplehurst out in Milton."
"Yeah, the Milton Hilton."
"The fingerprint belonged to him?" she turned her head up to face him and immediately regretted it when she saw how close their faces were. She looked back to the file and tried to read the words there instead.
"No of course not. It must have been a lab error." He didn't move away. He noticed her blush when she turned to look at him and watched it deepen as she looked away. He smiled to himself and leaned in a little closer. "He died in 1998 Andy. There is no way it could have been him."
His voice was very close to her ear, soft and low and his breath was hot on her neck. Andy remembered her bath the night before and realised she had gone about it all wrong. Sam would be way less forward and way more teasing. She chuckled to herself and sat back in her chair so her shoulder brushed his chest then looked up at him. Her retort died on her lips when she saw him smiling at her. For a moment neither of them moved and the air crackled with tension. Then when she thought she couldn't take it anymore, the shrill sound of his phone broke the silence.
Sam ignored it for a beat, then stepped back and answered it.
"Hello?...oh…hi." He looked over his shoulder at Andy who was gathering up the file then walked out the door where he could have some privacy. "How's your day going?"
"I'm just calling to say it's about to get a lot worse. I swapped shifts with Jason. I'll be on for the next 35 hours."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he needed the time and I owed him for swapping with me last weekend. Remember that?"
"Heh, yeah." Sam recalled how she had turned up at his flat wearing a trench coat. And when he invited her in, she let it drop to the ground and was only wearing a pair of suspenders from her firefighters uniform connected to a garter belt which was also connected to a pair of thigh high stockings. She had known he had a few days off and had managed to switch her shift and they hadn't left his apartment all weekend.
"Well it's payback time." She sighed on the other side of the phone.
"Ok."
"Don't sound too happy about it!" she said with a chuckle.
"No, I was just thinking it's probably for the best. I'm working on this case now and we found another victim so I might not have been able to see you anyway."
"Much better response." She was silent for a beat and for the first time since meeting her Sam felt awkward and stuck for words. "Okay, so I'll call you?"
"Yeah. Stay safe."
He hung up the phone and looked down at it in his hand for a moment before slipping it back into his pocket and going into the parade room where Andy was still reading through Olsen's case file.
"Find anything?" he asked as he crossed the room and sat in the chair next to her.
"Actually…" She rifled through the file but didn't continue her sentence. Sam let her thoughts roam for a while then prompted her for more information.
"Well?"
"Hang on a sec…" she jumped up as she spoke, gathered the file together and raced out of the parade room and over to her desk. Sam watched her go then with a sigh got up and followed her. He sat on the corner of her desk and waited for her thought process to complete its cycle. "I knew it! I knew I saw it before somewhere!" She said aloud, pointing at her screen. Sam craned his neck to see what she was pointing at on the screen then frowned at the image displayed there.
"What is this?"
"Prior to his conviction in 1984, Olsen worked as a portrait photographer. When he murdered his wife he posed her in their living room and took shots of her before calling the cops to give himself up."
"Okay…where are you going with this?"
"His camera was found at the crime scene, set up on a tripod before his wife, who had been tied to a chair and had her throat cut. When the pictures were developed…" Andy clicked through the online report and found the folder of images then highlighted the one she was looking for and enlarged it.
The picture covered the whole screen and Sam stepped back to get a better look. It was an almost perfect match for the pictures of their recent murders. The victims pose, the cut on her throat even down to the lighting in the room.
"Print that out for me!" Sam was already walking over to the photo printer and was there, ready to collect it when it came out. He re-joined her side, hunkered down on his haunches and put the photo next to the current crime scene photo to examine them closer. "They are pretty much exactly the same!" he exclaimed.
"I know! I knew there was something familiar about that scene."
"How did you know?" he asked when he turned to face her.
"I must have seen this case file before."
"From 1984?"
"Maybe from my dad's reports…I dunno, but it doesn't change the fact that we have something here right?"
"What it doesn't get us any closer to finding out who the killer is. Olsen is dead. Long dead."
"Is he?"
"So now you are saying he faked his own death, lay dormant for what 15 years only to commit murder again, at the tender age of 73?"
Andy didn't respond. She sat back into her chair with a whoosh and looked over at him.
"Okay no but something is going on here."
"Yeah, 2 unrelated murders, one of which has an uncanny resemblance to an old case from the 80's." Sam stood, he still held both photos in his hands then dropped them into the case file. "What time are you finished today?"
"A little under an hour."
"Me too. Let's finish up our paperwork and get this report ready for Gerry."
Oliver walked over just as they were finishing their paperwork. Sam signed his side of the reports and handed the others for her to sign.
"That's what I like to see. Running like a well-oiled machine!"
"Any word form Gerry?" Sam asked as he straightened the pages together and put them into a folder.
"No trace evidence. Not even a god dammed hair follicle. No prints, and no blood other than the victim's."
"No prints again?" Andy asked.
"Nothing. CCTV footage shows the car driving east on Gardiner Expressway but the window is foggy, there is no clear picture of the driver. It could be the victim or the attacker."
"What about the other victim, any connection?"
"Nothing yet. No friend or familial connections. No crossover on their jobs or social circles. Checking bank activity now but so far nothing." Oliver stood away from the desk and dusted down the front of his uniform. "So with a whole load of nothing and two murders in as many nights, I'm pretty sure Best will be happy with the audit results."
"We'll get him brother," Sam offered reassuringly. Oliver waved him off and went back to his own desk where his phone was ringing for his attention. Sam turned back to Andy who was watching the exchange. "He's pretty stressed."
"He can take it. Oliver will be running this place in no time."
"You think?"
"Yeah for sure. Who else would you expect to take over?"
"Well for one I didn't realise Best's job was up for grabs. And on the other hand… what about me?"
Andy laughed out loud and grabbed her torso for added effect. "Yeah Sam. Funny."
"Shut Up McNally." He playfully tossed a scrunched up ball of paper at her but she caught it deftly before it could hit her. "C'mon, let me buy you a drink."
"Oh," she stammered. "Don't you have…plans?"
"No. Not tonight. Tonight I want a drink. You coming?"
"Yeh-yeah. Sure. Lemme get changed."
The penny was considerably quieter this time and as Sam ordered drinks Andy slipped off her jacket and started to drape it over the back of one of the high stools at the bar.
"Why don't you go grab us a table." He suggested and he nodded his head towards the back of the bar.
"Sure."
She walked over to the bunch of tables and claimed one in the corner. She draped her jacket over the back of her seat and sat down to wait for him. He arrived and placed the drinks on the table then took the seat next to her and lifted his glass.
"Cheers." She smiled and clinked their glasses together then they both took long sips. "Good find today."
"The picture?"
"Yeah. It was a great catch."
"Not sure if it's worth anything. Hell it could just be a coincidence." She swirled her beer around in her glass and watched the foamy head cling to the sides of it.
"You have to learn to trust your gut." He sipped his drink and watched her avoid his eyes. "That's the best tool any cop has."
"Their gut?"
"Yeah. You know this. You've seen your dad in operation for years."
"Not sure if it was hit gut he was following or the smell of bourbon."
"Your father was a great copper Andy you know it." He nudged her with his elbow as he spoke.
"Yeah," she nodded her head. "I know. He was a great cop."
"He wasn't too bad of a father either, look how well you turned out."
Andy chuckled. "Yeah, it's been only 9 hours since I was chewed out by Oliver. Let's see how long this streak lasts!" She lifted her glass to her lips to drink but almost choked on the alcohol when she saw the intense look in his eyes as he watched her. "What?"
"Don't do that."
"What?"
"Don't degrade the work you are doing. It cheapens what all of us are trying to accomplish."
For a moment she said nothing. Then she conceded his point. Reached over the table and patted his arm. "Sorry Sam. I was being flippant. I'm just so…frustrated."
"This is the wind down time. You need to learn how to walk away. When you are on a case there are times when you have to just walk away."
"Swarek lesson #362?"
Sam lifted an eyebrow at her and leaned in closer, trapping her hand on his arm with his own hand "As I was your TO, your work is a reflection on me. I just wanna make sure whatever is reflected back, puts me in a good light."
Andy had no response. Sam held his position for a moment longer then released her. Sat back, sipped his drink and then waved at Gerry and Traci who just came through the door. It took Andy a moment longer to compose herself and she was sure Traci noticed when she sat down beside her and gave her a sideways look.
"How did it go?" Sam asked when Gerry joined them.
"Posed victim, made to look like a car crash but no internal bruising or bleeding that would be consistent with an impact of that nature."
"So it is the same guy. Oliver said there was no trace evidence in the car."
"Nothing. And it looked like half of Toronto marched through the crime scene before we got there."
"And the print was a dead end too," Traci spoke up. "Sorry Andy."
"Did you see the report we left for you in regards to that?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, that's why we came looking for you. So the print matches Olsen, but Olsen is dead, and the photo matches the crime Olsen was put away for."
"Yeah."
"Who would go to all the trouble to set up a current crime to look like an old crime?"
"How would they get a finger print on the key from someone who as dead?" Andy asked.
"Well that part is the only part I got figured out." Gerry said. "Olsen's prints are on file, it's an easy transfer if you use sticky Perspex plastic to transfer the prints from inked file to any surface."
"Really? And easy process?"
"Yeah, for one print, not a whole hand or anything. When we checked the key, there was only one print, on one side. No way can you hold a key without touching both sides. We've seen it before in where people are being framed for murder by rival gangs."
"So what does it mean?"
"I don't know." Gerry exclaimed. "One thing is an anomaly, two would be a pattern."
"So you found something else from the other victim?"
"Not yet. But we're checking everything, even down to the change in his pockets for prints."
Sam nodded. The frustration each of them were feeling was tangible.
"Do you guys need a drink?" Sam asked as he finished the dregs of his pint.
"No, not for us. We just came in to have a quick chat. We're going to go grab some food."
"Okay. See you tomorrow brother." Gerry and Traci got up and left and Sam looked over at Andy who was still nursing half a pint. "What about you?"
"Hmmm?" she looked up at him standing by the table and empty glass in his hand. "No. I think I'll take your advice and just go home."
"Okay, c'mon I'll give you a lift." Without giving her a chance to refuse he led her out to the car park and opened the passenger door for her. She hopped in and was buckling up as he took his seat and started the engine.
They drove to her place in silence and she had already unlocked her seatbelt and had a hand on the door handle when he pulled up by the curb.
"Hey, what's up?" he grabbed her arm to stall her. "What's the hurry?"
"Hmmm? No, nothing. I'm just tired."
Sam nodded and let her go and watched as she hurried across the lawn to the main entrance. He made sure the door closed behind her then sat for a moment longer before pulling out into traffic and started on his way home. The traffic was light and it only took up half of his attention. The other half was on Andy's retreating form.
He shook his head as If he could physically remove himself of those thoughts, and tried to concentrate on the road. What was he thinking? He had a girlfriend. Barely. He really did care about Emma. She was perfect for him. Low maintenance. Easy going, confident and self-assured.
So why then, he wondered, was he thinking about grabbing Andy when she sat beside him in the car, grabbing her and kissing her. It was a blip. A blip he needed to get out of his system.
Sam looked over his shoulder at the oncoming traffic and as soon as he had the first chance, he pulled hard on the steering wheel to make a u turn.
Andy dropped her jacket on the end of the couch as she walked through the room. She seemed to be moving through her flat as if by her own volition unsure of whether she wanted to go to bed, watch some TV, read a book or eat something. She checked the fridge but nothing there appealed. She switched on the TV and found a football game but it didn't hold her attention so she flicked it off. She wandered into the bathroom and made to take a shower but instead she found herself staring at her reflection in the mirror.
She leaned forward to examine herself closer. But it was no use. He swam around her head like errant flies around an open jar of jam. Dipping into her thoughts, infecting everything he touched and she was helpless to fight it.
Why had he asked her to grab a seat at the back of the bar? Why was he all of a sudden unable to keep his hands off her? Why did it matter to her, she wasn't interested in him. Or at least, she didn't think he knew she was.
"Ugh…" Andy ran the tap and cupped her hands under the cold water before splashing it onto her face in an effort to sooth her delinquent thoughts. She had her head buried in a towel when the knock at her door rang around her apartment. She froze, waited for it to happen again and when it did she slung he towel over her shoulder and went to answer it.
She pulled the door open and Sam immediately stepped in and closed it behind him.
"Sam! What's goin on? What are you doing here?"
"I'm not really sure…" He grabbed her and pulled her close and without hesitation he kissed her. His lips pressed against hers without moving at first then he angled his head, opened his mouth and pulled her closer. It took her a moment to catch up but when she opened her mouth too they both signed.
She wrapped her arms around his neck to quell any thoughts he had of getting away but he had no such notion. He held her close and walked backwards towards her couch. He knew the lay out of her apartment well enough to know where he was going. When the backs of her knees met the edge of her couch they buckled and he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and he lowered them both onto the soft cushions.
Her hands came up his torso, pulled his tee out of his jeans and lifted it high enough so he grabbed it and pulled it off completely. She raked her nails down his chest, catching his nipples on the way down, making him suck in air through his teeth. He pressed his crotch down into hers, making her squirm then with one hand buried in her hair, his other hand cupped her breast and he ran his thumb over her nipple. She gasped into his mouth but it wasn't enough. He needed more.
Sam sat up off her, quickly undid the buttons of her blouse and let it fall to her sides. He looked down at her and his eyes widened at the sight of her deep red bra with lace trimming. She arched her back, to unclasp her bra but it also had the added benefit of pressing his groin against her and making him moan.
She slid her bra off and let it fall to the floor and Sam didn't waste any time in bending down to kiss her newly exposed skin. She held his head against her as he suckled on her breasts and he lifted her against him as he grinded into her with his hips. Her hands roamed all over his body, ticking his skin, leaving lava hot trails of desire all over him. His hands reached down to her jeans and fumbled with the fastener there. He had them open and unzipped and he yanked them down to her knees along with her panties, only to be interrupted by an incessant high pitched phone ringing.
They both froze. She just had his jeans unfastened and the tips of her fingers were just below the cuff of his boxers, tangled in the hairs there and painfully close to where he needed them to be. His hands held bunches of her jeans around her knees. Both of their lips were red, wet and swollen and their eyes locked.
"It's mine…" he said without moving.
"You better get it then huh." It was spoken like a challenge. And Sam almost bent down again to kiss her again but instead he thought better of it.
He stepped out from the circle of her legs and walked towards the kitchen with his back to her. He fished the phone out of his pocket and looked down at the caller ID. "Emma."
"Hey," he said after answering it.
Andy lay on the couch. Her heart was hammering out an unfamiliar beat as she listened to the one sided conversation.
"No, no you didn't…nothing, nothing really…should be home soon…okay…talk to you then. Bye."
He took a moment after hanging up the call, then turned to see Andy standing by the couch, fixing her jeans. Slowly he walked over towards her until they stood a couple of feet apart.
"You should go…" she muttered.
Sam looked at her and saw the hurt in her eyes. He wanted to reach out to comfort her, take her in his arms and hug her tightly, but he knew he was the cause of this spell of pain and the only solution was to walk away. He nodded his head and backed away, then hesitated only a moment at the door before walking out and closing it behind him.
A/N: I know some of you guys are thinking "I see what you did there!" I just wanted to turn it on its head and see where it landed.