When will I see you again?
You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said.
No final kiss to seal anything,
I had no idea of the state we were in.

It was the light streaming through open blinds that woke Andy. The brightness amplified by a combination of fresh snow outside, the shine of the polished hardwood floors and the painted white walls. It hurt to open her eyes. They were dry and sore from the tears that had escaped last night. Hmm. Last night. It still pained her to think about it. Last night she listened to her heart for the first time and it failed her, she felt. She wanted him. She had always loved him. Never even really Luke. Just him. Sam.

I know I have a fickle heart and a bitterness
And a wandering eye and a heaviness in my head.

And he was gone.

She had called him, and when the voice mail took over, she left for his place, a location she had etched into her memory. Seeing his truck parked out front filled her with promise, and nervousness. As she rapped her knuckles against the wood of the doorframe, she felt herself shivering some in the cold breeze. Finding the doorbell, she pressed it once, twice, stepping back to look at the nearby window. Nothing. No shuffling behind the door. No lights. Nothing. She tried calling again, and saw the light of the phone in the window. But still, it went to voice mail. Giving up, losing all her courage she backed away. Working her way to a brisk jog, she returned to the station, hoping the clear air would clear her head.

At this point, it was too late to find Traci for a ride. She had gone for the night. So Andy took off her coat and sat at her desk, examining the report she would need for the coroner. Her hands began to tremble as she went over the day in her head. Somehow her 5-year-plan had a huge hole in it. One that could only be filled by Sam. Resting her face in her palms, she leaned forward into the desk. That was when she was surprised by Oliver tapping her shoulder. "Shouldn't you be home by now?" she asked him.
"Nah, I figured you'd be back and I had something for you," he said. It was then she noticed the manila envelope in his right hand. He handed it to her and straddled the chair next to her. Confusion was evident on her face as she took it from him, easing the flap up and peering inside. 2 keys and a note were contained the envelope. Glancing back at Oliver she felt her hands begin to shake again. "He tried to find you, but Noelle said you left."

The note was hastily written in Sam's hurried print. 'McNally-Take care of these for me.' She turned it over in her hands. The keys in the envelope were clearly for a car and a house.

"Boyd drove Sam back up here after you left. They had an opportunity to put him under tonight, so they took it. He wanted to say goodbye. He did. But he got your voice mail each time." Her heart was pounding in her ears. "Since you're still looking for a place he said you could take his till he comes back if you hadn't made plans yet."

"Can you give me a ride back to his place?" That was the question Oliver was waiting for, though confused by the 'back' part. He stood and pulled her up by the hand and guided her out the door. Heartbreak was evident all over this girl. She looked worse in the last fifteen minutes than she had when she had left Callahan.

She entered the house, closing the door quietly behind her and locking it. The memories were still fresh of her only steps inside these walls. She found her way to the kitchen and seeing the bottle of whiskey on the table, and the glass that didn't make it to the sink, his lips and fingerprints still visible on them. She added some to the glass and drank, the amber liquid burning as it flowed down her throat. Eventually she ended up in his bed. Alone. And sobbing.

But don't you remember? Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before?
Baby, please remember me once more.

I don't own rookie blue (ultra sad face) or have the creative brain power to come up with these amazing lyrics. Hope you enjoyed! Maybe a part 2