Whoop, got another chapter out. This actually wasn't supposed to be in the story at all, but I got inspiration for it, and I've gotten a lot of requests for something like this to happen. It's in Sam's POV, which is new for me, so if there are any mistakes, I take all the blame for them! Hopefully I'll get the next chapter out in a timely manner, but college, man! Keeps you busy!

Rookie Blue is still not mine and any characters I didn't create (everyone but Chrissy and James) don't belong to me. Although I'm getting a degree in Creative Writing, so maybe one day I'll be able to help out!

A girl can dream!

Sam knew it was a bad idea to talk to Andy about James and how he was under investigation. He didn't like the guy, though, and after what Chrissy had told him, he got suspicious and looked into this guy. He had found nothing. No credit history, no cell phone records, not even a living address. This guy was like a ghost. There was nothing on him and Sam didn't like it. It was some sort of instinct he had.

He'd always taught Andy and any other rookies he had trained to trust their guts, to go with their first instinct, and to follow it through until the end. If it didn't work out, it didn't work out and they needed to move on to the next case. And if it did work out, then it was usually a pretty good payout. People started to respect you more, you got some sort of recognition, it was almost like a fifteen minutes of fame for a cop. Except the cop, if it was a big bust, usually went down in history.

Watching the slender, beautiful brunette walk out of the bar, Sam ran his fingers through his short hair, groaning slightly as he walked over to the bar. Laying down his credit card, he waited for Liam to come over and swipe it so he could get out of here.

"Get out Swarek. It's been paid for."

He wasn't expecting that. Raising an eyebrow, the detective put away his card before he leaned on the sticky wood.

"Who?"

The bartender finished wiping off the section of the bar he was working on before he walked over.

"Who do you think, Sam? She still looks out for you, even if she's with another guy. She told me to not let you drink anymore, probably around her second round just after her friends left." With that, Liam went back to cleaning the bar, preparing it for closing.

He stared after the large man for a moment before he turned and walked out of the bar, heading towards his truck in the parking lot. He hadn't even finished his first scotch, and although he knew he was a cop and shouldn't drive even with just a little bit of alcohol in his system, he was almost too tired to care.

So, without a second thought, the dark haired male got into his large truck and pulled out of the parking lot, driving the five miles it took to get to his apartment. The lights were on when he showed up and he knew that Marlo was probably waiting for him, something that he wished she wouldn't do. He knew tonight he had to talk to her, let her know what was going on and let her know that he couldn't do it anymore. He would feel bad and she would probably just associate it with the alcohol she would assume he drank, but he knew he needed to end it.

She was great, she really was. There wasn't really an emotional connection, though, and that was something the detective missed. He missed the tears and the smiles and the laughter. He missed the giggling from giddiness and the random hugs because she was upset. He missed Andy, and that was really all there was too it.

Sam knew that it was wrong for him to have lead Cruz on, because he knew that was exactly what he was doing. He was trying to make it work; he was trying to ignore his feelings and push them away and pretend like everything was great between the two. It wasn't, though, and he had a feeling that she knew it wasn't. She seemed more distant than normal, although she blamed work as the problem.

There was a case that she just couldn't let go. Sam was worried she was obsessing over it, that it was something she would never be able to let go. After the case with Diaz's kid got kidnapped by his biological father and they had to cut Kevin Ford loose, she just wouldn't let it go. She's been working on some case and she's hardly ever home anymore. Sam was worried, but he knew that he couldn't be with her.

Unlocking the front door, the detective toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket as he made his way inside. He dropped the keys on the table next to the door and headed for the kitchen to grab some water. He wasn't expecting to see his girlfriend sitting there, phone in her hands and her feet tapping against the floor.

"Where were you?"

"At the Penny. Helping Oliver stop drinking and go home, taking care of my friend. Why?"

He didn't like that she wanted to know where he was at all times. He needed space too. She wasn't the only one in this relationship.

"Did you drink? You know you aren't supposed to drink and drive, especially as a cop! You could've killed someone and you could've gotten in a crash. You should've just called. I would've picked you up." Marlo was standing now, arms crossed over her chest.

"Well, I didn't, so there's no problem. Besides, I didn't even have a full drink. Half a shot of scotch, if that. Like I said, I was taking care of a friend. Not that you need to know. Where have you been the past three nights?" Now that she brought it up with him, he might as well bring it up with her.

"I've been working. You know that, Sam. What's gotten into you?" She took a small step forward, but only for him to take one full step back.

"You've been following Ford, haven't you? I saw the way you were when you knew we had to let him go. You still think he has something to do with the kidnapping, even though we found the guy who took Christian. You're obsessing over something that doesn't need to be obsessed over." This wasn't the way he wanted things to go, but it looked like that was how it was going to be.

"Sam, that's none of your concern. I've been working, and that's all you need to know." Anger flashed through her brown eyes, frustration and something that looked like betrayal.

"Yeah, well, you need to know where I am 24-7 so I think it's fair that I'm given the same." Shrugging his shoulders, Sam turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen, the bottled water completely forgotten. He would just get some water out of the facet in his bathroom.

"Sam, that's not fair! You don't understand, and you can't judge me! What has gotten into you? Why are you bringing this up?" She followed him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom that they occasionally shared.

Grabbing the glass that sat on the bathroom counter, he filled it up halfway before he chugged the water down and filled it up again. "Because, I don't think things are working out. I don't think this relationship is good for either of us and I just… I think we need to end things." His eyes were looking into the mirror at himself, nerves making his stomach hurt.

Marlo was silent and when he turned to look at her, she wasn't there. Setting down the empty glass, he walked into the bedroom to see her throwing her clothes out of the drawers, anger and frustration on her face.

"It's because of Andy, isn't it? Don't lie to me Sam; I see the way you look at her, the way she looks at you! You still love her, she still loves you, yet you're both idiots and think it's alright to toy with other people who clearly don't stand a chance! Man up Sam and ask her out, or do whatever you need to do with her. I should've seen this coming. I did, actually. I was just too blind to believe that things would actually end. I actually liked you Sam. I really did!" Her face was red and her voice was echoing off the walls due to her yelling. She was pissed, and it was obvious

"Look, Marlo, things are more complicated than that. We both knew this was never going to work out, but I didn't have to be the one to end things. You could've done it too. If you knew, you should've said something. Don't sit here and yell at me, though, because this is far more than you can comprehend."

"So now I'm stupid and blind? Wow, thanks Sam. This is perfect, exactly how I imagined things to work out! Fantastic!" Her clothes were being thrown into an overnight bag that looked far too small to fit everything.

"You know that's not what I meant. Don't make me the bad guy in this! I'm not the bad guy, I'm just doing what I think is right." Sam was leaning against the wall, watching as his soon to be ex was packing her stuff. Well, more like throwing it.

"No Sam, you don't get to be the good guy in this. You could've made it work. Hell, you could've ended it when Andy came back and you realized you still loved her. But no, you sat here, dragging me along to watch as you slowly fell more in love with her and I got left in the dust. So yes, you are the bad guy."

With that, the brunette stormed out of the room, her shoes hitting the floor hard and the front door slamming.

This wasn't how he wanted to end things, he wanted them to be civil and he wanted them to at least come out with a friendship. Or something that didn't end with his front door slamming and the next work day a recipe for disaster. It was going to be horrible, tomorrow, and he knew that things wouldn't work well when he got to the station. It was over, though, and for Sam, at the moment, that was all that mattered.

Stripping down to his boxers, the detective climbed into bed, sprawling out over the queen sized mattress and quickly falling asleep. It was like the world had been lifted off of his shoulders and all he needed to worry about was sleeping. Tomorrow would be a different story, but for now, all he was worried about was how much sleep he would receive between now and his next shift.

I hope you all enjoyed! Like I said, I got a lot of requests for Marlo to be rid of, so there you all go! I've actually grown to like Marlo, just not in my story. I think she's really developing well and she's going to add a lot of drama to this season. Drama is always good, so I'm excited.

Please review, all of your reviews actually gave me inspiration for this chapter and I'm sure for many more to come!