|Just Give me a Chance English Version
Author: meliecom PM
Whatever he had been trying to make everyone believe in the last two months, and even if he knew he somehow deserved it, he couldn't help but have the feeling that Andy took his heart with her when she left… " Small Post-Season 3 fic. Starts two months after the finale, Andy and Nick are still in deep cover, and Sam is dealing with Andy leaving without telling him.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - A. McNally & S. Swarek - Chapters: 4 - Words: 19,288 - Reviews: 83 - Favs: 29 - Follows: 93 - Updated: 10-13-12 - Published: 09-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8518443
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Helloooo again my friends! So? Do you feel the painful RookieBlue/SamSwarek withdrawal symptoms yet? I sure do! Gaaaah! Best cure to my RookieBlue need? Write the second chapter of my fic! :D I just NEEDED to write!
So, there it is! It's incredibly long I'm sorry! 5200 words later, there it is! :D See you at the end
There are days like this, where you just shouldn't have gotten out of bed; where everything can't seem to work well, and where life just keeps messing with your plans. It took Andy only a few minutes after she got out of bed to realize that it was going to be one of those days. She tried to make coffee, but forgot to put the pot under, she burned herself trying to clean up the mess, and then she slipped and fell as she walked in the coffee puddle that had formed on their kitchen floor.
She was supposed to join Nick for lunch in a few hours, and she had to spend a lot of time cleaning up the mess that she had made. Like this wasn't enough, her shower decided to cut out the supply of hot water, so she had to finish rinsing her hair with ice cold water.
When she was finally ready to go join her supposedly husband, the rain was pouring down the sky like if it was the end of the world. She ran to the car she had parked a few meters away before quickly getting in. Cursing against the whole word, she put on the contact and drove into the already dense Friday afternoon circulation.
Visibility was really bad in the city where the rain seemed to have decided to flood every single street. Bill's office was at the other end of the town and Andy had to be patient as she slowly drove down the streets of Toronto.
It had been 2 weeks now since Nick had gotten the job at Bill's business, and since then, he had been able to accumulate a lot of evidence against the man, proving what they already knew; he was part of the drug world. The last thing Nick wanted to accomplish was make him admit it, and in order to do that, he was trying to gain a place in Bill's "salesman team", not the car type, no, the heroine type, and he thought he was almost there. Once that was done, he could gather the last evidence they needed to close up this deep cover case.
Deep in her heart, Andy was hoping that it wouldn't take too long and that she would be able to quickly go back to her normal life. Because even if she was telling Nick that it wasn't true, she was missing Sam. In fact, she was missing Sam like crazy. Yes, she had needed space, she had wanted to process everything that had happened between them, she had needed time to heal, but now, it was quite the contrary. She didn't want time and space anymore, she just wanted Sam.
Each night, while lying in the middle of cold bed, in the apartment she was sharing with Nick, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about the conversation she had with Sam before she left. She would've swear her heart literally melted when he told her he would do it all, that he would do anything to prove it to her, that he just wanted a second chance. However, she had to take a decision, and she wasn't regretting it, it was what she needed at the time. But almost three months had passed now; it wasn't the moment for time and space.
Lost in her thoughts, Andy was brutally startled when the car behind her violently hit hers. The impact was so hard that it moved a few meters away and crashed in a telephone pole, the airbag getting out and making her head bang on the seat behind her.
Trying to stop her head spinning, Andy quickly verified that she hadn't broken anything before getting out of the car. The man who was driving the truck who had collided with her got out at the same time, apologizing and telling her that he hadn't seen her.
"Are you okay Miss?" He urgently asked her.
"Yeah, I'm fine, but my car certainly isn't." She added while waving her hand towards her Honda that seemed to be almost irrecoverable.
"You're bleeding, there." He told her while touching his forehead, showing her where.
Andy raised her head and realized that she in fact had a small blood line that was making its way under her eyebrow. She had probably hit her head on the wheel during the impact; it didn't seem to be major though.
"I'm gonna call the police." The man said.
Nodding, Andy quickly asked herself if they were in the 15th division area, but fortunately (or unfortunately, she didn't know which one was the most appropriate now) they were in the 27th area.
She called Nick to tell him that she would be late and that he shouldn't worry, then they worked out all the details that the accident implicated. When she finally took place in the cab that would take her to join Nick, Andy sighed and rested her head on the seat; she really should've stayed in bed this morning.
Fifteen minutes later, she paid the cabbie and got out of the car, running towards the building in front of her. It was now passed 3pm and Nick got up immediately, going to see her, taking her in his arms under the eyes of his coworkers. When he took a step back he put his hands on both sides of her face, looking at her with a real worried look.
"Are you okay?" He asked her sincerely.
"I'm fine, it's nothing." Andy assured her while shaking her head to tell him that he shouldn't worry.
"What about your head?" He continued while slightly running his fingers on her cut and on the hematoma that was already starting to form on her forehead.
"The medics told me that I would be fine, everything is fine." She assured him while laying a small kiss on his lips.
Bill chose that moment to come behind them and interrupt their conversation.
"My god Kate, Alex told me what happened, are you okay?" He asked her with a concerned look.
"I'm fine." Andy repeated while taking a step away from Nick and giving a small smile to the business man in front of her.
"I have to go see a client in my office, but if you need anything just call me." He told them before going back to the end of the room, leaving Nick and Andy still in the entrance of the building.
When his boss had disappeared behind the door, Nick took Andy to his desk, asking her to explain what had just happened so things would end up like that. The young woman explained everything from the beginning and finished by telling him that she should have stayed inbed this morning.
She was about to tell him that the good thing about it was that it couldn't get worse, but some yelling coming from Bill's office door interrupted her. Turning her eyes towards the door Andy stopped talking, and then looked at Nick, silently asking him what was happening.
"I think Bill sees 'all' of his clients in his office, I'm guessing this one isn't really happy with the service." Nick told her, shrugging like this was a usual thing.
However, this time it wasn't the same thing. It wasn't at all, and an instant later, they heard some other screams and then a gunshot. Quickly getting up on his feet, Nick grabbed the gun he kept hidden in his desk drawer and ran to the door immediately followed by Andy.
She knew that she shouldn't have followed him, at least not today when luck wasn't on her side, but her cop instincts were stronger that her self-preservation instincts.
Nick kicked down the lock door and pointed his gun at the client who was threatening Bill. The first gunshot seemed to have missed him and he was sitting on his chair, his hands up in the air. The man who had the gun seemed really agitated; he was shaking, and Andy immediately recognized the symptoms of heroine withdrawal.
The man rapidly turned to Nick, pointing his gun at him, then at Andy. The sweat was running down his forehead and he gazed at them trying to see who he was up against.
"Lower your weapon." The officer asked on a calm but rude tone, still staring at him.
Continuing to point his gun at Nick, the client considered his options, and when he turned towards Bill, Andy saw the occasion to take control of the situation. She took a step in the direction of the man in front of her; then everything then happened very fast. The man turned on himself, now facing her.
"Stop!" He yelled with a shaking but threatening voice.
"It's okay, I'm stopping." Andy told him while raising her hands in the air in a submission sign.
However, the man must've seen it as a threat, because the next thing she knew was that two gunshots were fired in the room.
Andy brutally stopped, her arms falling back at each side of her body while what had just happened took a moment to register in her head. The pain made its way through all her body and shot to her brain as she gasped loudly, her breath catching in her chest.
The young woman was vaguely aware of the two next gunshots while her knees gave in under her, hitting the ground violently. Each breath she took was burning her lungs as she was drowning in an ocean of suffering, a deep raging pain was also coming from her temple and she slide her fingers against her cheek and ear before looking at her fingers. They were covered in blood and she opened her mouth to say something, but the words were stuck in her throat.
She felt something hitting the ground a few feet from her and she used all the strength she had left to look at Nick. He was still standing, his gun pointed at the man lying on the ground. After making sure that he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else, Nick quickly got on the ground at Andy's side.
"Stay with me Andy." He sighed as he tried to apply pressure on the bullet hole in her upper left body, only an inch higher than her heart, just under her clavicle.
The woman tried to open her mouth to talk to him, but it seemed like no sound was able to come out across her lips as Nick tried to stop the bleeding. The pressure the cop was applying on her wound added to all the pain and she could feel herself rapidly fall into the calm of the unconsciousness as Nick was saying her name over and over.
"Andy, Andy… Stay with me." He kept repeating again and again.
No, he wasn't supposed to call her that, he should've called Kate, he would blow up their cover. She wanted to tell him, she wanted to tell him that and a whole lot more, but she just couldn't. She wanted to tell him to talk to Sam, tell him she loved him, that she wished things had been different, but her eyelids where so heavy now.
"Sam…" She was finally able to say as even her lips were hard to move now.
"What Sam?" Nick asked a little panicked seeing how she was slowly drifting into obscurity.
"S…" She breathed again as the pain made her close her eyes.
She opened her mouth once more to try and finish her sentence, but this time the words refused to make their way out of her mouth and she felt as she was falling out of her body, letting all the pain she was feeling behind her.
A moment before falling into the complete darkness she had a last thought for Sam; she would have given everything just to see him one last time before she…
The day had started exactly like any other day for him. Sam went to sit on his usual chair in parade, waiting for Best to give the instructions for the day. He was partnered with Oliver for this shift, and he was more than happy not having to endure Dov's non-stopping babbling like had been forced to for almost every single day in the last two weeks.
Sam followed Oli while he was walking towards the police car in his normal calm pace. The rain had been falling for the last couple of hours, but that wasn't one of the things that bothered Sam Swarek.
"So? What do you wanna eat buddy?" Oliver asked him as soon as they were sitting in the cruiser.
"I don't mind." He replied him with a smile, knowing that even if he had said anything, Oliver wouldn't have listened to him.
"Okay, burgers it is then." The officer said while starting the vehicle.
Sam let out a small laugh, it was not even 11am that his friend was already talking about eating burgers, although that didn't surprise him after all these year they had worked together. They stopped to get the food at Oliver's favourite diner and Sam took the wheel after that.
The day went really well between a few accidents due to the rain that was making driving almost impossible, a couple noise complaints and an incident in a grocery store.
It was almost 4pm, and Sam was starting to slowly make his way back to the precinct; their shift normally ending in a little over twenty minutes. However, it wasn't counting on the radio that started making noises between the two officers.
Every available unit shots fired in a building at the corner of King and Church. At least two person hit and one seriously wounded. Requesting backup immediately.
Sam looked at Oliver while the man shrugged; there wasn't an officer in this town that would've been happy to hear that, because it meant that their day wouldn't end in twenty minutes like they were planning on. Nevertheless, they were only at a few minutes from the scene and Oliver quickly grabbed the radio.
"1504 responding, ETA 4 minutes." He answered as Sam turned on the flashing lights and crossed the street even though the traffic light was now red.
Sam stopped the car in front of the building a few minutes later and both man quickly got out, drawing their gun before going through the doors. As soon as they were in, they heard two other gunshots quickly followed by two others.
The place was almost empty as the employees probably ran out when the first gunshots were fired. There was only one man left in the room and Oliver pointed his gun at him. It took the man only a second to raise his hands up in the air.
"They're in the room in the back, my sales manager, one of his salesmen, his wife, and I'm guessing a really angry client." The old looking man quickly told Oliver, he seemed terrorized.
Oli quickly nodded and pointed the door in the back of the room to Sam, hurriedly walking toward it. When they were in front of the big wooden door Sam looked at Oliver, talking to him with his eyes, telling him he was going to open the door. His friend nodded in agreement.
"Police! Don't move!" Oliver yelled while going inside as soon as Sam opened the door.
When Sam got inside the room his brain took a few seconds to analyse the scene that was unfolding in front of him. A man was standing over a woman and another man was lying in the corner of the room, looking really hurt. A third one seemed to have fallen behind the desk that was occupying the center of the room. Hurriedly making his way across the room Oliver took the gun that the man in the corner had in his hand before looking at the one that was near the woman.
Sam was facing the back of the other man and he couldn't see his face, but he seemed weirdly familiar. He saw shock and disbelief pass on Oliver face as he looked like it had been a ghost that was standing in front of him. Looking at him for one more instant, Sam went to see the man behind the desk. He wasn't armed and his heart was still beating. He had a gunshot wound in the right shoulder but he would probably make it.
After making sure that he wasn't dangerous, Sam got up and shot a glance at Oliver, he had just checked the pulse of the first man, and he shook his head, telling Sam that he was dead. The bullet went through the middle of his forehead and it would've been impossible surviving something like that.
As Sam was turning to his radio to report the events that had just happened, he was interrupted by a voice he knew.
"Sam." Said the manly voice that he couldn't quite recall.
Abruptly turning his attention back to the scene, his eyes rested finally on the man that had just spoken and he realized who was standing in front of him. He had lost a few pounds in the last two months and he was wearing a small beard, but it was Nick.
Opening his mouth to ask him what he was doing there, his gaze fell to the woman on the ground for the first time. He knew that silhouette too well, those long brown hair that were lying on the floor around her head; it was Andy. Sam's blood froze in his veins when he realized it, and his ears started buzzing.
He was vaguely aware that Oliver had radioed the central to ask them two ambulances. Sam pushed Nick out of the way as he was kneeling down near Andy, putting pressure on her wound as he analysed the situation.
Her forehead and her left cheek were covered in blood, but he was hoping it was just a superficial wound; there wasn't enough blood for it to be anything else. She had a cut on one of her eyebrows and a dark hematoma that was covering her skin all the way to her eye, but that was probably coming from another event, and it wasn't too serious. On another note, the other bullet had made its way under her left clavicle; that was the injury that scared him.
"My god, Andy…" Sam sighed as his look was wandering on her closed eyes. "How long has she been unconscious?" He asked Nick on a panicked tone.
"Only a couple of minutes." The young man answered calmly.
"How could've you let something like that happen to her?" Sam accused him on a tone that was probably too harsh but he didn't care.
"Sam, everything happened really quickly, I couldn't have done anything." Nick tried to explain.
He was opening his mouth again to continue justifying himself when Oliver softly laid his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Hey, Sammy, calm down, that won't help, the ambulance is coming and we'll do everything to save her." He told her, trying to calm him a little bit.
"It's Andy, Oliver, she can't…" He started without being able to finish his sentence, to say those words that were terrifying him. "Not her too…" He said almost silently, making allusion to what happened to Jerry.
"I know buddy, I know…" Oliver told him without taking off his hand from his shoulder.
The next two minutes were among the longest ones in Sam's life. He couldn't stop staring at the woman he loved, lying there on the ground while the life was slowly running out from her body. He would've swore that his heart was breaking even harder that it had been a couple of months back, when he realized that she wouldn't come to see him in that bar.
A few moments later, the two paramedics pushed Sam away, trying to get to Andy; he took a step back against his will while the two women were trying to get Andy on a stretcher, taking care of her injuries at the same time.
When they took her out of the room, Nick and Sam followed them instantly, walking at Andy's side until they came to a stop in front of the ambulance
"I'm sorry but I can only take one." One of the women explained them as the two men were getting ready to hop in.
Sam and Nick exchanged a quick look. Yes, Nick had been the one to spend the last two months and a half with Andy, and he was still supposed to be acting like his husband at least until they had worked through this situation. On the other hand, he knew very well that it would be impossible to convince Sam against going with Andy to the hospital.
"Go." Told him Nick; nodding in direction of the vehicle.
"Thanks." Sam told him gratefully as he quickly got inside of the ambulance, sitting beside the young woman.
The drive to the hospital was really quick as the paramedic tried to take care of Andy's injuries the best she could. Sam, forced to stay back to not be in her way, held the small hand of the woman into his, trying to give her all the energy he had.
His eyes were full of unshed tears that he had been trying to keep under control since he learned that it was Andy. His vision was blurry and he blinked, trying to see clearly, feeling a tear run down his cheek before he brushed it off quickly.
When they got to the emergency room, Sam followed the stretcher for as long as he could, but soon a man put a hand in front of him.
"I'm sorry sir, but that's the farthest you can go." He told him with a compassionate look.
Sam nodded, knowing that even if he tried convincing them, it wouldn't change a thing. Looking around him, he found a seat and let himself fall onto it. His legs couldn't support him anymore, and he put his elbows on his thighs, letting his face rest in his hands.
He didn't know how much time had passed when a second stretcher passed in front of him with the man he had seen behind the desk. Nick and Oliver arrived a few seconds later and came to sit next to Sam.
"Do you know how she's doing?" Nick asked with a shaky voice.
"No, I don't, they took her and I couldn't go with them." Answered Sam; looking at his old co-worker from the corner of his eye.
At this moment, a woman went through the emergency doors and Sam turned to look at Nick as he opened his mouth in surprise before looking at Sam and Oliver.
"Okay, whatever happens now, I'm not Nick okay? You don't know me. I'm Alex, Andy was Kate." Nick told them urgently before getting up.
The two police officers looked at each other, puzzled, the fact that Nick and Andy were in deep cover before the shooting coming back to them at the same time. They both looked in Nick's direction to see the woman fell into his arms, hugging him.
"Alex, what happened?" They heard her whisper while she was clutching to Nick's shirt with all the force she had.
"One of Bill's client, I think he couldn't get what he wanted." He explained her softly.
"I heard that Kate was hit too, I'm sorry." She told him before finally taking a step back.
Nick slowly nodded, his eyes filling up with tears, and the woman hugged him once more before taking him to a seat away from all the commotion, but not too far from the two officers.
A couple of hours went by before a doctor came to take Nick in a small private room, wanting to talk to him. Sam followed them with his eyes, curious to know what was happening, but he very well knew that he couldn't ask them without blowing Nick's cover, so he stayed down. Oliver, who was still there with him even after all this time, put his hand on Sam's shoulder, squeezing it without a sound, trying to comfort him as best he could.
When he saw Nick come back later, the look on his face wasn't a really good sign, and Sam could already hear his heart pulsing in his ears before Nick said those words that he wished he would never hear.
"Susan… Kate she, she… She didn't." He tried to tell her before his voice shattered in the middle of his sentence, a tear running down his cheek as the young woman grasped the horrible thing he was saying to her; getting up to hold him.
Sam looked at his friend sitting on the seat on his left, asking him with his eyes if he had heard correctly. His vision got blurred when Oliver confirmed it with a sad look.
He opened his mouth, incapable of saying anything. Oliver saw him look all around him, panicked, and he drew him in his arms. Sam wasn't usually a fan of showing his emotions in public, but now, he was feeling like his world was crumbling around him and he gladly took the support his friend was giving to him.
His notion of time wasn't as good as it normally was, and he couldn't have told how much time had passed when a doctor came at his side, asking Sam to follow him. Oliver got up with him and he was grateful for that because he didn't know if his legs would've supported his weight all the way to the room the man was taking them to.
"Officer Swarek? The man asked; his voice getting him out of the abyss he was in.
"Yeah that's me." He answered with a breathless voice.
"Mister Nick Collins asked me to come and tell you that she is going to be fine." He told him with a smile.
"Who? What?" Oliver asked suddenly, still standing beside Sam.
"Officer McNally. Nick explained us the situation, he had to tell them she was dead in order to finish his operation, but she is fine. We just got her out of surgery and she's still out, but you can see her if you want." The surgeon calmly explained.
"And you couldn't tell me that earlier?!" Sam almost yelled while taking a step towards the man in front of him.
"I'm sorry; it's only been five minutes." The doctor justified himself while putting his hands up.
"Thank you." Oliver told him before putting his hand on Sam's arm. "Com'on Sammy, we'll go see her." He told him while taking him in the direction that the man had just pointed out to them.
Sam followed Oliver like he was in a dream, even if he was really angry at the man that led him to believe that Andy was dead, his need to see her was even greater. He needed to make sure that she was alive; he needed to see it with his own eyes.
When they pushed the door of the room 2057, Sam let out the breath he didn't realized he was holding since earlier. She was there, okay, maybe she wasn't at her best, but she was alive.
Andy was lying on the hospital bed, the white sheets covering her up to her neck, and numerous cables were hooking her up to different monitors. Her heart was beating regularly, and he could see her chest rise up and down with her respiration. Oliver had his hand on his friend's back and he walked with him closer to the bed before Sam sat on it, slowly sliding his fingers on her forehead, pushing back a stray of hair that was covering her closed eyes.
"Oh Andy…" He breathed as he realized that she was really still alive.
Oliver stayed with him for a few more minutes, and when he finally had to go, Sam told him that he wasn't leaving, he couldn't leave her alone. Nodding understandingly, his friend assured him that he was going to take care of everything.
After thanking him with a small glance, Sam turned his eyes back to the woman that still seemed peaceful. A couple of doctors came to see her in the next hours, checking the dosage of the medicine they were giving her intravenously. He was surprized that none of the nurses or doctors mentioned that Sam was there after visiting hours.
When a woman came to bring him a folding bed he realized that Oli had probably explained them what the situation was, and convinced them not to throw him out even if he wasn't part of her family.
Sam gratefully thanked the woman but stayed on the chair he had put close to the bed. He slid his hand under the sheets and grabbed Andy's hand, tenderly stroking it with the tip of his fingers. He finally fell asleep a few minutes later, never letting go of her hand.
A movement woke him up a couple of hours later and the first thing he noticed when he opened his eyes were the big brown ones that were looking at him questioningly.
"Sam? What are you doing here…?" She asked him with a still weak voice.
He took those words in harder than he should've, and he quickly straightened himself, letting go of the hand hadn't stop holding at the great despair of Andy who was still looking at him.
"I don't know." He started. "I know you don't want me here, I'm just gonna go." He told her before getting up on his feet, looking at her a few more seconds, making sure she was okay.
"I don't wan…" She started before he interrupted her.
"No, I know McNally, I'm going, just wanted to be sure you were okay." He told her raising one of his hands to stop her, taking a step back towards the door.
"Sam…" She tried to tell him.
He shook his head and turned to the door, he knew very well that his heart couldn't support her breaking it again.
"Take care of yourself, Andy." He finally said before going through the door, leaving Andy alone in the room.
Closing the door behind him quickly, he leaned against it, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers. He sighed deeply, in all this agitation he didn't even think about the fact that Andy had left without saying him goodbye; she left him alone in that bar and she probably didn't want to see him anymore.
But what she wanted right now didn't matter to Sam, he was just happy that she was alive and well…
Soooo? What do you think? Do it still interest you? Should I continue? I hope you don't hate me too much for leaving you like that? xD I didn't scare you too much? I hope you liked it! :)