The sun was just setting when Andy got to the division. She walked through the front door and immediately made her way over to Jerry's desk where he was talking with Oliver. Traci was pacing behind them, her hands on her hips and her face creased with worry.

"Where is he?" she asked as soon as she got to his desk.

"He's on a stakeout at Frenchman's Bay West Park."

"A stakeout? He's on suspension!"

"Andy, you shouldn't be here for this…" Oliver took her arm and tried to guide her away but she shook his hand off her and turned back to Jerry.

"I'm here now. If you aren't going there for him, then I'm going on my own."

"We are going to get him but you should stay here."

"Not a chance."

"Andy…" Traci came over to her side but Andy turned and gave her a look that made her stop in her tracks.

"I'm going. Are you guys joining?" She started to walk backwards. Oliver and Jerry exchanged glances but Traci started to follow her.

"Traci…" Jerry stood up from his desk and tried to stop Traci.

"I'm not letting her go alone. We'll take my car, it'll be low key. We'll take a look for Sam, that's all."

"Okay, but we're right behind you. I'm going to talk to frank first."

"Traci nodded and they squeezed hands before she walked away with Andy.

Jerry walked into Frank's office with only precursory knock and Oliver was close behind.

"Swarek?" Frank asked before Jerry could speak.

"Yeah."

"What's happening?"

"Nothing. Nothing yet." Frank and Oliver exchanged glances again. "He's following a lead."

"He shouldn't be following a lead." Franks voice was even but his anger was obvious.

"He's just staking out a park."

"He shouldn't be staking out a park."

"I want to take a car out to the park, and see if there is anything there."

"On a case that you shouldn't be working on?"

"This is a case that's been in15 for over a week! You have to let me see this one last part through."

"Where are the OPP agents?"

"They are about to leave for Kingston."

"So they are through with Toronto?"

Jerry nodded his head He watched Frank for any signal, Andy sign that this conversation was over and finally he saw it. Frank lowered his eyes to the table and with the slightest of nods he gave his permission. Jerry left the room immediately. Oliver followed and they hurried out to the car lot where Jerry's car was parked. They climbed in and took off.

"Is that Sam's truck?" Andy tapped Traci's arm as they got closer to the cul de sac. "It is!" Before Traci even had the car parked fully Andy was out an running towards it. She checked the doors and the boot but they were all locked. She raced to the edge of the park gate but there was no sign of him.

"Any sign?"

"No, he's not here. The engine is cold." Andy as pulling her coat collar up and shoved her hands in her pockets. "Let's go check out the park."

Oliver and Jerry pulled up alongside Sam's car. Oliver raced over to check it out while Jerry checked out Traci's car. They met back at his car and both of them got in again. Jerry pulled out his phone.

"I'll call Traci. Looks like they went in through this gate, We'll drive over to the west gate and work out way in from there."

The park was a lot darker than either of them had anticipated, with the waterfront to their right and a dense forest to their left. There were various paths veering off into the forest and Sam could have taken any one of them. Traci had her phone out in her hand and was waving it around, holding it up as high as she could.

"I can't get a god damned signal!" she exclaimed.

Andy tried her phone but got nothing either. She shoved it back in her pocket. "He probably wouldn't answer anyway! We're not going to find him like this…"

"Don't even try to suggest that we split up!" Traci said before Andy could continue.

"We aren't covering enough ground!"

"Andy it's ridiculous. We're not splitting up. The first rule? Never leave your partner without backup!"

"Okay...I just…"

"I know. I know you do." Traci rubbed her arm and tried to calm her down.

"We have to split up. Sam is in here somewhere, Jerry and Oliver are probably here too, we need to cover as much ground as we can… you take this path I'll go left here and we'll both come out on the north road."

"Andy we don't have radios, we've no cell reception. It's not safe."

" We don't have a choice!" Andy started to turn up the side path and her pace quickened. Traci watched her for a moment then walked up the main pathway by herself.

Sam walked the length of the beachfront path then turned in through the forest pathway. The walkway was just about one person wide, and the trees grew tall enough to stop any light getting through. HE had been walking the pathways for almost two hours now and he had barely met anyone else. One young man jogging with a pedometer strapped to his ankle and a music player to his forearm. A young lady was perched on the very end of the beachfront walkway sketching boats in the marina. And an elderly couple were leaving the park with a small terrier dog on a leash as he entered.

He checked his watch and realised how late it was. He realised there was little chance of him stumbling upon an assault happening. In a park this size, trying to cover this amount of square footage alone was going to be near impossible but something in him wouldn't let him walk away. When he got to the end of that walkway, he turned and found another and continued to walk.

He couldn't have been more than 500yards when he heard the muffled screams. He stopped walking and held his breath. Nothing. The night time silence annoyed him and just as he took another step he heard it again. Leaves and underbrush rustling and muffled screams. He hurried to where he thought it was coming from then stopped and held his breath again to listen.

Slowly he started to approach a break in the trees that opened into a clearing. He could see a shadow leaning over something. The figure was wearing a long coat, and was kneeling down on the grass.

Sam raced forward and tackled the figure to the ground. They rolled over each other but Sam who was prepared had the upper hand and ended up on top. There was screaming coming from behind him but he concentrated on the man who lay on the grass beneath him.

"What the fuck!" the man swung a punch up at Sam who blocked it and swung a punch of his own. He connected with the man's jaw who had covered his face in an attempt to protect himself.

"Get off him!" The scream came from behind and Sam turned to see a woman pulling on a top over a black lacy bra. "Get off my husband!" she ran at Sam and slapped him continuously to get him off her husband. Sam looked down and realised his mistake then scrambled off the stranger.

"I'm sorry! I thought…"

The wife cradled her husband's head and they both glared at Sam as he scurried away. He got to his feet and all but ran further up the path. The couple yelled expletives after him and Sam muttered a few of his own.

His pace slowed when he could no longer hear them shouting at him and he walked on, looking back over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being followed. He cursed himself for being so rash and it was another point on his conscience asking him why he was here, and why he wasn't leaving. The image of Andy in the towel as he left her place popped unbidden into his mind and he wished he was back there right now, holding her in his arms. But still, he couldn't leave. When he walked to the end of this path he found another one and veered towards it, pausing only when he heard hurried footfall coming from a westerly path. He held his breath and listened. The figure was smaller than the previous man he tackled and Sam decided to wait this one out and see if he could get a better look.

Whomever it was, was walking slowly, deliberately trying not to make noise, moving branches aside with an arm. Sam stepped into the brush to hide himself and waited for the shadow to cross in front of him.

Andy walked as slow as she dared through the brush. She was sure she heard someone approaching her but when she slowed her own steps to listen she couldn't hear anything. Then without warning, a shadow jumped out form the brush and grappled her into a tight grip. Her arms were held high and twisted around her back then pushed her into the trunk of a large tree. She yelled out in pain and as suddenly as the grip held her it loosened.

"Andy?" he turned her round and held her forearms tightly. Andy couldn't believe her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Backing you up."

"You shouldn't be here." Even as the words came out of his mouth he was never happier to see her.

"Neither of us should be here…c'mon…come home with me."

"No. I'm not leaving. Not until I'm sure." HE let go of her arms an started to back away.

"Until you're sure of what?" This time she grabbed his arms and pushed him back into a tree.

"Until I'm sure it's not going to happen."

"Then let me stay, let me help!"

"I'm walking round a god damned park Andy!"

Before Andy could respond a gun shot rang out. Andy ducked and pulled Sam down with her. They both hit the ground with a thud and lay as flat as they could. There was no sounds of footsteps, not running away, no other shots. Andy's hand went to her hip but she wasn't wearing a weapon.

"Ankle…" Sam whispered. She was lying flat with her head near his feet. She pulled up his jeans and grabbed his gun. She held it out to him he waved his hand so she gripped it herself and slowly started to get up. They were covered by brush and it gave them enough cover if they hung low. Andy pulled her phone out to check but she still had no coverage.

"We have to get out of here…" she whispered. She changed her position to get up to his head and only then realised that he wasn't sitting up yet like she was. "Sam?"

She looked down at his chest and his legs, patted him down but it asnt until she touched the back of his shoulder that her hand came away wet. Wet an res, stained with blood.

"Shit! Sam!" She helped him sit up. And pulled his jacked off. She ripped open his shirt and yanked it down his arms then peeled the Velcro of his safety vest back the bullet had come through the flimsy strap, piercing his shoulder at a downward angle and caught on the inside metal plate of the front of his vest. He moaned and winced as she checked him out. She balled up his shirt and pressed it against his wound. "C'mon, we have to move."

Sam stood up with her help. He was panting and pale, his face was slick with sweat and he leaned more on her, the further they walked.

A/N: Sorry for the cliffhanger...but its just after midnight! Bed time! :D