Author's Notes:

The characters of Flashpoint belong not to me, but to some lucky Canadian. Of course if I did own them we wouldn't be waiting for this "mid-season" replacement crap!

This is my first Flashpoint fan fiction, so please go easy on me. I really feel that several of the characters have gotten all of the breaks when it comes to character development (Sam- Sam and Sam – I'm not a big Sam fan if you've noticed. I will try to keep him to character, which I feel is slightly a conceited, brooding ass.)

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Sergeant Greg Parker looked again at the document in his hand. It wasn't unexpected; in fact he had been expecting this for several weeks. As he read the words again, he tried to assess his own feelings about the situation. Part of him was relieved, but being totally honest with himself, he knew that there would be some unease among his team members.

"Hell," he thought to himself. "Even with several Critical Incident debriefings with Doctor Amanda Luria I'm still having a hard time with this. I should have had a better handle on the situation."

Walking into the conference room where his team had assembled for morning meeting he looked around the table where the other six team members waited. They were all laughing and from the look on Sam's face the hilarity came at his expense. The stoic ex-special forces member was often the target due to his overly serious nature.

"All right everyone." Greg laid the memo down beside his chair as he settled in. "I trust that everyone had a good weekend?" A glance told him that everyone appeared to have had an enjoyable time; the rotation for Team 1 getting a weekend off didn't happen often enough.

"Today we are going to be starting off at the shooting range and then we will move into the gym for some close quarters work courtesy of our own Kevin Wordsworth." He glanced at the paper, trying to decide how he would deliver the news. "This afternoon we will do some cleaning and organizing. I'd like the supply area scrubbed out."

"That should be Team Three's responsibility. If they hadn't drug all of that mud and shit in last week that floor would be just fine." Sam groused.

"Be that as it may, we're here today and "we" will take care of it." Greg shot the young man a look that indicated that there would be no more discussion. After making a few more routine announcements, Greg knew he could no longer put off the inevitable.

"I got a memo from Headquarters. It appears that as of tomorrow Tom Jordan will be moving to Team Four."

Jules turned to look at the young man seated next to her, "Congratulations Tom. I guess these last three months with us have paid off."

Tom, a tall and lanky man with thick and curly black hair smiled. "I'm lucky that Malcom Price is taking a change in assignment or else I'd be going back to the squad car. I don't think that I could handle spending the day riding around and writing traffic citations after keeping the world safe."

"To eat pie." Finished Ed and Jules.

"So if Tom is transferring does that mean what I think it does?" Wordy inquired.

"It does." Greg took a deep breath; there was no turning back now. "I know we've all talked about it and several of us have even had extra session with Doctor Luria, but I've got to make sure that this isn't going to be a problem." The faces around the table showed a variety of expressions as each of the teammates reflected on their personal memories of the incident.

"Sarge," Wordy appeared hesitant to speak.

"Go ahead Wordy. What is said here is for the benefit of the team." Greg encouraged.

"I know we all have been briefed what to expect, but I'm worried that I'm going to say or do the wrong thing."

"It is important for him to know that we care and that he is part of the team. That's why," here it comes Greg thought. "Tomorrow we will be standing down and we will all meet as a complete team with Doctor Luria. She feels that the best way to make the transition back if for all of us to talk about it."

"We've already done that!" Sam seemed almost upset over the idea. "Why do we need to re-hash it again? Wouldn't he be better if he didn't think that we were all thinking about what happed that day?"

"Sam, that's what Doctor Luria is worried about. Often the concern about what isn't being said is more destructive than revisiting the situation." Greg leveled his gaze at the team. "So tomorrow we'll be sitting down and going over the incident and we will need to put everything on the table."

Needless to say it was a subdued group that left to head to the shooting range.

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Author's Notes: Yes, I know that you don't know who is being spoken about. That's why it's kind of a cliff-hanger; chapter 2 will revel!