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[nolongerarookie]

Andy hadn't needed to tell Terry what had happened because he'd been on duty when the bomb had gone off. He'd been supposed to be her date for the Commissioner's Gala but that had been cancelled so they'd agreed to meet for dinner after shift. That plan looked like it was about to be scrapped too considering she was now being checked out in the back of an ambulance after Sam had pulled her out of the rubble of the evidence room. Andy didn't know how Terry would take this but she'd asked someone to find him for her.

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[t_english]

His brow shot up at her question though his smile hadn't completely left him. "Not sure. I thought you wanted to relax in a suite with champagne and a hot tub. Only got as far as the spa package. Concierge probably can give you the low down."

He peeled away before mentioning the spa package. Terry kept a casual disposition, shrugging after telling her about the concierge. He picked up his boxer briefs and slipped them on quickly then headed to the food cart in the room.

[nolongerarookie]

Andy sighed. "Why do you always do that?" she asked. "Act like the simplest thing I ask either confuses or annoys the hell out of you." She let her head hit the pillows again with a thud and just eyed the ceiling. She hadn't seen what was so wrong about asking. It was a big place, it seemed, and obviously expensive and she was curious.

[t_english]

His immediate response was simply a furrow of his brow. Terry didn't deal well with 'always' or 'never' conversations. He had no idea what had gotten into her. It seemed like the more he gave, the less she appreciated.

Having a falling out after sex was also a blow to his ego. A job well done wouldn't have had her reaction. Terry didn't stare long but looked to the food and started to nibble on it as if digesting his thoughts.

"Guess I'm just a dumb asshole," he finally replied with a shrug after a bite.

[nolongerarookie]

"Don't do that. You get like this weird passive-aggressive streak." Andy still hadn't stopped staring at the ceiling. "It's not a huge deal. We're here, I just was curious what else is here. We've got a couple of days and I'm not going to expect you to screw me the whole time," she quipped.

[t_english]

"Concierge," he repeated low, nearly a growl at his pitch of voice. His tone was annoyed, matching the aggravation on his face. Terry didn't look toward Andy. He was biting his tongue from saying something that he wouldn't be able to take back.

She wouldn't have to worry about screwing for days. It was obvious that he was the one screwed. He continued to eat, weathering the calm before a storm.

[nolongerarookie]

Andy just stared at the back of his head for a moment. She had no idea why an innocent question had gotten him so confused, and now angry at her for wondering why he was confused by it. The tone of his voice made her blood run cold. Now she was actually scared that he might do something, and he could damn well be intimidating. She'd seen it at work.

Without saying anything else, she quietly dressed and shouldered her backpack before she walked out of the room. She didn't know if she was going to head for home - she could call Gail or anyone else to come and get her - or just wait and see if he calmed down. But she didn't feel safe in that room with him anymore, and she needed to get out.

[t_english]

She didn't pick up the phone to call. Terry wasn't sure if Andy thought going in person was a better choice. Not until she packed her bag did he realize the concierge was no longer a factor. The damage was done even while holding back.

Andy was right. He definitely had an explosive temper. One that came out when challenged or someone that he cared about was disrespected. --Never toward those he cared about. She didn't know him at all.

It would've been yet another blow to learn that Andy was afraid of him. Their ship has sailed, so it seemed. Terry didn't bother going after her. She made the decision to leave without a word after voicing all her discontent--it wasn't like she was shy about saying how she really felt.

He locked the door and headed for a shower.

[nolongerarookie]

Andy went to have a drink at the hotel bar and steady her nerves. Leaving definitely crossed her mind, but that was mixed in with guilt because she knew how much time and effort he'd put in to this weekend for her. Just walking out on that seemed wrong, even though she found herself scared of what he might do to her in this mood.

So once she'd calmed a bit, an hour or so later, she tried his phone. She didn't see it like he did, didn't think it was the end of their relationship. Andy was more inclined to think they were both just under pressure after all the work stress they'd just survived and having a bad day. But if he wanted to break up with her, well, she couldn't force him to stay.