Voicemails (A McSwarek fanfic)

Chapter 3

Beep.Beep.Beep. 6:30 I rolled over and pressed the snooze button on my alarm clock. I laid there and thought of what happened last night/this morning.... Sam loves me! And with that in mind I hopped into the shower.

It was dressed and ready by 7:00 and I just had to wait for my ride (Traci). I sat there and stared at my phone while waiting on Traci. I was tempted to play the voicemail again. Maybe I could have been dreaming... I hope not. I finally fell into temptation and replayed the voicemail.

My phone started ringing. Traci.

"Hey!"

"Hey. I'm outside."

"Mkay, I'm headed out now," I said as I hung up and walked out the door.

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We got in the car and headed to McDonalds breakfast. By 7:55 we were headed to the station.

"Okay girl, what's up with you? You seem all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed," Traci said breaking the silence.

"What do you mean?"

"Well considering that that's the same look on your face when you came back from your little Candice-JD shenanigans, I'd say it has something to do with Swarek.... or Nick?"

"I don't know what your talking about."

I tried to deny but there was no getting out of this. Once Traci gets going, there's no getting out. I guess that's why she makes such a great detective.

"Oh my gosh! Andy, please! I can sense a case of Sam-on-the-brain from a mile away. It's about Swarek isn't it?"

"No." After a few seconds of silence, I finally gave in. "Okayy. It may have something to go with Sam."

"What is it."

"I think I still love him-"

"Andy, Sweetie, the whole station knows...or at least thinks y'all still care about each other. But as you were saying."

" Trac, yesterday Sam apparently called me."

"What do you mean apparently?

"Well I was asleep and I woke up around three and my phone said I had a missed call and a voicemail from Sam. I guess he accidentally called me but Trac, he said he misses me, that he wants to have a future and kids, park on Sundays all with me."

"You're kidding me."

"No. I'm dead serious."

"Do you still have it?" At that I nodded. "I wanna hear it!"

The voicemail finished playing just as we rolled into the station. We got dressed and headed to parade.