SUMMARY: It was supposed to be just a normal day for Team One until one of their members gets seriously injured. Want to know who? Read to find out!
Don't own flashpoint or any of their characters - Please enjoy! and let me know what you guys think! ^^
On a high building, a man was walking up the stairs with a bag on his back wearing normal clothes and a cap on his head. He'd entered the building dressed as a janitor, obviously lying so he could get in. As soon as he was on the emergency staircase, he opened the bag and changed his "janitor" clothes to his normal clothes. You could see that he was very fit with a good body build. He went up 10 floors before he reached his destination. He didn't even break a sweat.
He opened the door to the rooftop and made sure that nobody else was there. He wanted to do this nice and easy. No witnesses. Then he went to the edge and grabbed his binoculars from the bag. He looked for his target until he found it. He was currently in a kneeling position with his hands behind his head. He lowered the binoculars and looked angrily at him.
He looked for the best position he could find to place his sniper rifle. He took it in his hands and stared at it. He never thought he was ever going to use it again but this was something he had to do to make things right. He gave a heavy sight and proceeded.
He checked the wind, the distance and anything that could interfere with the bullet's trajectory.
He looked once again at his mark and made sure to point at his heart. Now he waited to take the shot. One last, clean and fatal shot.
"C'est portoi papa" he French accent evident in his voice. His finger flexed and pulled the trigger.
"Help! Please don't kill us!" Spike yelled. He was on his knees. His hands pinned behind his head. A gun was placed closely to his head.
"Please, I just want to go home-" Jules said next trying to get them free. She was in the same condition as Spike.
"Shut up! Both of you" The man yelled pressing the gun closer to her head. Spike looked at her in concern.
"Ok just, try to stay calm sir. I don't think it is a good idea if you do this-"
"And what do you care?" The man holding Spike said with a firm gaze.
"Come on Sam, you have to try to have them talk. Try to connect" Greg said a few feet away from him. He then looked at Spike and Jules. "Ed, Lou -" Greg looked past them to face the captors –"keep doing your thing."
Ed just smiled. He enjoyed this part of the work too much and he wasn't going to make it easy for Sam. Besides, it wasn't common for a new member to make their team. He focused on his task, his hold on the gun tightened.
Greg was watching Sam. He wanted Sam to train on his negotiation skills. As a new member of this team he was having a hard time. Back where he used to be, he just hired to hold a gun, never to talk to people.
And now, here he was, standing on the parking lot trying to establish a connection with either Ed or Lou. And Greg could tell he was having a hard time doing it.
"Come on sir please, I want everyone to get home tonight"
"But you don't know anything of what I WANT!" Ed yelled.
"Ok, ok. What do we need to do so we can all go home?"
Ed looked at Lou and then nodded.
"Get me what. I. Want" Lou spoke.
Sam just didn't know what else to say. He was having a hard time finding his words. He turned around looking at Greg for help. Greg just shrugged and made a gesture with his hand as saying keep going. Sam sighed and turned around trying to choose his words correctly.
"Ok I can get what you guys want but I need more time. So why don't you put your guns down –"
"He is lying!"
"I'm not a liar!"
"Then get me what I want!"
"I WON'T GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT YOU IDIOT! Sam finally snapped. Ed moved his gun towards Jules while he said "bang". He then did the same with Spike. But as soon as the word came out of his mouth, a gunshot was heard.
Spike was again "acting" as a hostage. He was tired of doing this and he knew that Sam was still a novice when it came to negotiating. But he went along and here he was, again. Kneeling on the floor, getting his trousers dirty and his arms were becoming sorer as every minute went by. He hoped that Sam would finally learn this time.
And when he heard Sam called Ed an idiot he knew it was all over. Well, there goes the training exercise. But just when Ed was about to "shoot" him, a gunshot was heard. He saw everybody duck and he did so himself. He wondered where the shot came from but looking at all the buildings close to their location, there were many possibilities.
That's when he noticed he was having a hard time breathing. He wondered why. That's when he also noticed that he felt a little wet, like water running over his chest and also pain was coming with every breath. Please don't tell me that… – his thought were stopped when he looked down. His once light blue shirt was now covered in a big crimson red stain. Blood. My blood. The stain was expanding fast.
As soon as he saw that, he began feeling weaker and weaker by the time. He began panting. His body soon fell to his side. Quickly, he reached out his arm to stop his fall. With his other free hand he clutched his chest.
The pain started to rise higher and higher. His arm soon started trembling and he gave up. He let himself fell to the floor and lay on his back. All the noises and voices from his friends became more distant. He tried to make out what they were saying but couldn't. By the sound of it, they still appeared to be in danger.
All the team automatically ducked and moved towards the parked cars to find a safe spot while trying to locate where the sound had came from.
"What the heck…" Greg's eyes were darting everywhere. "Team, status!?"
He heard a chorus of "fine" and "ok". He heard one, two, three, four, five… there was one status missing. Who was the sixth person? He'd heard Ed, Jules, Wordy, Sam, Lou …
"Spike?" Silence. "Spike, Are you alright?" Everyone else was still looking around. Greg was becoming impatient.
"Spike!" He said a little louder now. "Bud. Are you al-" He said while turning around to face him but what he saw hit him like a slap on the face.
Spike was no longer kneeling but he was on the ground. With one hand, he was clutching his chest tight while the other one was lying by his side.
"SPIKE!" Greg yelled as he ran closer to Spike. Sam immediately took his phone and called for an ambulance.
"We need an ambulance immediately at the SRU headquarters! Officer down! I repeat officer down! Gunshot wound to the chest! Please hurry!" Sam ended the call and went to one of the trucks trunk and opened it. His eyes darted from one side to another looking for something. Finally he found what he was looking for and went over to where Spike and Greg were. He placed the shield between them and where he thought he'd heard the shot come from.
The rest of the team looked in concern from their hiding places. After a few seconds, they didn't hear any more shots and decided to come out. They all went towards Spike. He looked horrible right now. Everyone stood by hoping, praying that Spike would be okay.
Spike had heard the boss calling out to him. He wanted to say that he was fine but couldn't. He wanted to tell them to get out and leave him, so they could get to safety before anything else happened but he couldn't form any words. It was as if his voice was gone. His mouth would open but no sound came out.
Then he saw someone at his side. But all he could see was a blur. He couldn't make out who it was. Now that the others were closer to him, he could make out some words. He could hear Sam yelling over something. He couldn't make out full sentences but the words ambulance and blood loss told him that it was serious.
Greg looked again at Spike. He was becoming paler and Greg stared at him in concern. He noticed Spike's hand moving but unfortunately, it was his hand that was holding his side. His hand started to open and then he dropped it to his side. As soon as his arm fell, Greg put his hand on Spike's chest and started applying pressure. Come bud, be strong for me, come on Spike, come on. He saw his face and noticed that he wasn't focused on them. It was as if he was looking to the sky.
"Spike?" No response. "Can you hear me bud?" Spike still didn't answer. It seemed that he was staring at the sky, just watching. But Greg knew that this wasn't good. He wasn't focusing and he couldn't see them nor hear them. Greg turned to look at Sam who was still holding the shield.
"Sam, where's the medic!?"
"ETA 3 minutes"
Shoot. They needed it to get there faster. He started feeling something wet on his knees. He looked down. Blood. Spreading fast. Spike was loosing too much blood. He looked at Spike's face. His eyes were heavy and he was blinking slowly. He looked like a kid who stayed up late at night and sleep was winning. But Greg knew that he was getting tired. Again, this was not good.
"Spike, buddy –" Spike's eyes opened a little more as if to say he was listening, at least for the most part.
"I need you to stay awake for me ok? You just try to stay awake. Help is coming." As he finished the sentence he saw Spike's eyes beginning to blink slowly. Every blink was becoming slower.
Spike heard his boss tell him to stay awake but it was just too hard for him. It felt like he hadn't slept for days and he just wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes. No. try to stay awake. The boss said to stay awake. He opened his eyes again. They were really heavy. He waited a few seconds but it was just too hard for him. He decided to give into sleep and he let darkness take him.
"Greg…" he turned and looked at Sam. He turned and looked back. Greg followed his gaze and his eyes fell upon the ambulance. Finally. A smile found it's way to his face but it soon fell. Spike had his eyes closed and he could no longer see his chest raising or falling. No, no, no, no, no. Still making pressure on his chest, his other hand made way to his neck. He calmed himself and tried to find a pulse. Come on… come on. Very faint and slow, Greg finally found the pulse.
Sam guided the medics to where Spike was. They worked quickly and soon enough, Spike was on a stretcher with oxygen mask over his nose and mouth. Greg was still applying pressure on his chest when one of the paramedics told him that he should leave so that they could do their job. Greg was didn't want to do so but he complied. He was no longer needed right now. He watched Spike being moved into the ambulance. Greg decided to go with him. He walked close by.
While Spike was being lifted in the stretcher, Greg turned and looked at the rest of the team.
"I'm going with Spike now, try to find out what the heck happened here. I want you to find the person responsible for this." Everyone just nodded and started heading towards the building. The last one to turn was Sam. He felt really bad for everything that'd happened. He wanted to talk to his boss and see if he could tag along but while he was thinking he was already on the ambulance and ready to go. Sam decided to talk about it later.