Grief

By: Kary G.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Flashpoint'

A/N: It's been a lot of months since I wrote a story of 'Flashpoint' my first story about this show is called 'Guilt'. I stopped watching the show in the middle of the second season because I was traveling a lot to Mexico every Friday afternoon (I still go) and the show at the time was on Friday's night, and then it changed to Thursday and I lost track BUT then I decided to watch the first episode of the third season and I loved the episode, and YES I have to say it was very sad, and all the actors on the show did a wonderful job. Enjoy!

A/N #2: This is a AU..I don't know if Lewis had a wife or kids..I just saw in YouTube when he's calling his parents to tell them he loves them so much, but he didn't mention a wife or kids, but you'll see them in this story.

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The SRU Headquarters didn't seem the same place as before. A feeling of loneliness, and sadness could be felt. Especially the men locker room, every day the men went inside to change, and a photo of their fallen teammate Lewis would be in his locker. If they had done something different… Would Lewis still be here? That question was what Jules was trying to figure out. Everybody on the team took Lewis death hard, but nobody took his death that bad like his wife, and kids. Those kids were Lewis life.

Lewis would enter headquarters with a different picture of his kids, and every time he had a different story. He would come with his kids drawing papers or even their grade papers. He was so proud of them. Jules couldn't even imagine the pain those kids might be going through right now. Jules prayed every night that god would keep her father and four brothers safe. She wouldn't imagine if the pain she'll go through if one of them…

Jules was interrupted by Sam who was standing in front of her. When she looked up at him, a smile formed in his lips showing off his white teeth. "Penny for your thoughts," he said to his former girlfriend.

"Nothing to be worried about, I'm just trying to see what's next on my agenda after work, that's all," she told him.

"Is the name 'Sam' in your agenda by any chance?" Jules scoffed punching his arm lightly.

"You wish. No, my brothers decided to take me out to dinner tonight along with my father."

"Oh, that's good to know. Well, we're almost out of work so…" Jules stood up from her chair and headed to the gym. "Hey Jules! Wait for me!" Sam ran after her.

Once in the Gym both officers started to lift weights, and punch the bag a few times. Sam and Jules were the only ones in headquarters since Ed, and the others went to buy some food. It was Sunday, they had no time off but today seemed that the bad guys took a break too and that gave time to everyone to relax a little.

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*Somewhere Downtown*

A group of four men in their mid 30's sat in a small restaurant waiting for their food to be deliver, one of the men stood up when the waitress called his number out loud. He hurried to get his food, and went to where the other men were waiting for him.

They were ready to get out the door, when an explosion send them to the floor along with all the people in the restaurant. Everybody began to panic trying to run out, but a new group of three men armed, and with grenades in their hands enter the place.

"Nobody is going to get out of here, until I have what I came for!" the first man yell shooting the roof, raising the fear in the customers that stopped dead in their tracks and hit the floor.

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Ed returned to headquarters with coffee, and with some food for the team. They all sat down, and began to enjoy their coffee, and food. Until...

"TEAM ONE! TEAM ONE! Suit up! Shots fired at 415 Pine Street!" the women announce to the team.

Everyone stood up leaving their food aside. They ran to the trucks and went to the location they were given.

"How many shots? And how many hostages?" Jules got out of the truck, and went straight to the point. Sam Braddock next to her.

"Two shots about fifteen minutes ago, about 10 hostages. The subjects won't say what they're looking for,"

Greg turned around and called to Sam. "Sam, try to get any information on those three guys inside there. Jules come with me,"

Sam saw a waitress of the restaurant a few feet from him. The uniform and the name of the restaurant "Golden Fish" in the left-hand side revealed she worked there. Sam approached the woman, and began asking questions.

"Just when I was enjoying my coffee, and food somebody had to decide to do something stupid. I thought the bad guy had a free day," Jules sighed in frustration.

"I know the feeling, Jules." He told to the petite officer, he couldn't help, but smile this wasn't the first time that something like this happened. His thoughts were interrupted by Sam's voice.

"One of the waitresses gave the names of the three subjects: Alexander White, Marcus Dominguez, and Blake Thompson,"

"Spike, run a check on these guys. I wouldn't be surprised they had a pretty long rap sheet," Greg ordered to the "geeky" member. Spike's fingers typed wildly on the computer.

"You were right, boss. These three guys have a long rap sheet, assault with a deadly weapon, speeding tickets, you name it," Spike reply.

"Let's start to talk to these guys, and see if we can convince them to let the hostages go," Greg took a device, and dialed a few numbers. In a matter of second the phone inside the restaurant was ringing. Alexander White, a tall, and blonde hair man walked towards the phone, and pressed the 'Speaker' button.

"Alexander, Marcus, and Blake. My name is Sgt. Gregory Parker, I'm with the SRU. We're here to help…" Alexander cut him off.

"You're lying, the police always say that. Do you think we're stupid? We are not letting these people go, until I have the person I'm looking for!"

"Why don't you let me know about this person you're looking for," Greg tried one more time.

"He killed my girlfriend two years ago, and I want him to pay for what he did to her!" Alexander fired a third shot to the roof. "He was supposed to save her, but he let her die in front of him. I know he's here, and he'll pay for it!"

"Why are you so sure about this person letting your girlfriend died?" Greg questioned one more time.

"Because he called me a few days later telling me all this crap of how sorry he was. He was more important than her!" Alexander was mad at this point.

"Do you know this person's name?" Sgt. Parker asked again.

"Of course, I know that bastards name. His name is Robert Callaghan," and with that the line went dead, and an explosion, and more shots broke the silence.

"My brother…"Jules whispered getting the attention of her boss, and Sam.