ROOKIE BLUE (isn't mine)
I'm sorry it's been like forever since i gave you an update. here's one page, i know it's short, but it's a start! thanks again for all the love and support :o)
"You all have your assignments, Christmas was only yesterday, keep up the spirit," Staff Sergeant Frank Best said, jogging down the stand.
Andy McNally scanned the parade room, her eyes throwing daggers. They locked briefly on Sam Swarek's who was perched near the door at his usual spot. When he smiled back, she jumped from her chair, storming outside looking pissed.
Oliver Shaw purposely turned his head and gave his friend a meaningful glare. "Isn't it love or what?" he piped softly, only for Sam's benefit.
Sam simply ignored the sarcasm and followed his partner to the bullpen. She was busy at her desk. "What is it now?" he asked calmly, stopping a mere foot away from her. She didn't even bother to turn around or answer. He hung his head and sighed. "Is it because of the booking thing?" he insisted.
That made her swirl on the balls of her feet. She faced him, her animated face radiating anger. "The booking thing? This is fun for you, huh?" She slammed a stack of files on the desk.
"Fun? Come on McNally," he lowered his voice, "I have it on very good authority that you didn't indulge into reckless drinking during your day off, so what's wrong?"
"You had Best transfer me to booking, that's what's wrong." She poked at his chest with her finger, oblivious of her fellow officers shooting glances in their direction.
He ran his thumbs in his belt and smiled. "That's right."
"You're not even going to deny it?"
He rolled his eyes and threw his arms in the air. "Why would I? I asked him. He concurred. Problem solved."
"Except that there is no problem to solve to begin with!"
Brows furrowed, he came closer and whispered in her ear. "You're making a show of yourself, officer McNally. Do you mind if we take this conversation elsewhere?" He grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the next interview room, eliciting snide comments and howls from their fellow officers. She walked past him and he glared pointedly at the crowd before closing the door behind them. "Get down off your high horse, Andy. I'm not trying to be mean or anything. I'm just trying to help. You were kind of tired lately. It was either desk duty or booking. At least booking is…"
"Fun? No it's not. To take the suspect's information, search her, the fingerprints, the photographs, it's not fun. If you don't want to be your partner, at least, say it to my face. I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself!"
"Yes, it shows."
She turned to the two-way mirror. "No, it doesn't!" she protested.
"Andy, that's not what I meant."
"Of course it is. Listen, I'm tired, all right? I'm pregnant, that is to be expected." He grinned, making her even more furious. "I'm not crippled!" she shouted, getting closer.
He could see tears welling up in her eyes and put his hands on her shoulders. "Would you calm down for one minute? Please," he added after a meaningful pause. His right hand brushed down her arm. Her eyes shot at his hand and he quickly let go. He sighed, leaning towards her to be at her eye level. "I figured that you didn't tell anyone… yet?" he trailed, looking concerned. "What is it Andy? I understand that you want to keep it a secret here, at the Division, but why can't you tell your boyfriend?" He gave her plenty of time to answer, but she shrugged off his hand and looked down. "You want to keep it, the baby, right? You know you'll have to tell him, eventually. You're running out of time, I'm surprised he didn't notice the change."
"What change? You told me it doesn't show."
"Well, depends," he stared at her breasts. "I'm not your boyfriend but… what are you? A C cup on the verge of D?"
"We're not having this conversation."
"Okay. Booking it is."
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"Of course not, just being civil and making conversation."
"Right. I had a crappy Christmas if you must know. I was not expecting more crap from you." He smiled again. She swirled away from him, cursing between her teeth at her poor choice of words. She crossed her arms on her chest defensively. The last two days, she'd rather forget about, if she had the chance. Christmas was very special to her dad and her since her mother had left. And three was definitely a crowd. But Sam kept pushing, ignoring her inner turmoil.
"Sarah and the kids are great, thanks for asking."
"Christmas Eve dinner with my father and Luke," she stated without looking up. "Then midnight mass. The usual."
"Christmas Eve dinner with Callaghan is the usual?" he realized that he sounded hurt but it was too late to take it back.
That certainly made her tick because she faced him immediately. "He's been very supportive of my dad since he entered that program, if you must know. With the AA meetings and all…"
"So, I take it you had no choice," he said, in a futile attempt to appear detached.
"That's not what I said!"
"That's exactly what you said." He might as well give up his act right now. He couldn't even convince himself. "Did you tell Tommy… about… you know…" He waved a hand at her midsection.
"We're not doing this."
"Sorry Andy. You're right, it's not my place. But you of all people can understand that an emotional cop is a potential risk."
"And why's that? Because the great Sam Swarek says it is? I'm not emotional."
"Of course you are! Look at you, your hormones are going to get the better of you. You're crying all the time, you're moody and the next minute you bounce all over the place, it's a common side-effect."
"I'm not buying it Sam, you're just overprotective. I'm your partner, not your wife."
"Well, I'm supposed to have your back and you're supposed to have mine. So, the math is clear."
"How so? You seriously think that I can't have your back? Then, you're right, we do have a problem." She started pacing. She stopped abruptly. "And yet, you'd never question Noelle!"
His eyebrows rocketed to his scalp. "What has it got to do with anything?"
"Ahh," she grinned. "I guess I'm not the only one with a secret then. If you'd excuse me, I've got work to do. Officer." She opened the door and walked briskly across the bullpen. He took a deep breath and left the room.
"Chris, I'm sure Gail knows something. Please, I won't tell a soul," Dov was begging.
"Epstein, when you're ready," Sam said in a stern voice.