Alright, took three episodes, but I think my muse is back for Flashpoint (finally). And yes, Leah does have a life in my fiction . . . hopefully she'll be back, I mean, she kinda just, disappeared, lol.

I don't live in Toronto, therefore I do not retain any idea of people, places, bus routes or good places to eat. So yes, artistic license will be implemented for the duration of this fanfiction.

Years, years he had been shadowing her, obsessively following the woman of his dreams. He knew that they would be soul mates from the very beginning, when their eyes met in the coffee shop down the street. She had smiled at him, it was small, but the twitch at the corners of her mouth and the sparkle in her eye was all the proof he needed to believe she was his.

He left her notes, packages, flowers and even once he left her a box of chocolates at her front doorstep, always being careful not to be seen. At first she seemed flattered, then one day he saw a police car outside her front door and he realized she was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, rage boiled inside him and he left the area to cool off. When he returned only a few hours later, he saw the police car had disappeared and she was standing on her front stoop, hugging another man and staring off worriedly into space. The man wrapped her in a tight hug before they turned and went into the house.

The rejection stung him like a hive of angry bees, he clenched his fists in silent rage, he fumed. They were meant to be together, they were soul mates, together forever in love, how could she turn against their unbreakable bond?

He growled as he sat in the dark room, staring at the wide repertoire of photos he had taken of her, the love of his life. She was smiling, happy, laughing . . . and with the other man.

The glass of water in his hands shattered as his fist clenched.

He looked over the schedule, she would be on the bus in less than an hour, her . . . boyfriend (he shuddered at the word) was going to work. He glanced at the gun in his hands, the sleek cool metal warming up in his hands, he'd end it today, end it once and for all . . .

"Soon," he crooned as he caressed her photo, "Soon you'll find out that we were meant to be together," he said.

He grabbed a necklace off of the altar he had erected for her and placed it in his pocket, he tucked the gun in his waistband, covering it with a stylish jacket, and then he walked out the door with a determined look in his eyes.


She checked her make up in the mirror once more, her boyfriend, Tim, already had left for work, pecking her on the cheek on the way out the door. She sighed, checking out the window for probably the fifth time in fifteen minutes, checking up and down the streets for anything out of the ordinary. It was sheer habit by now, the stalker had taken her peace of mind the same way he had stolen her necklace a few weeks ago.

It had started in the form of gifts, nice notes and flowers, nothing to be overly creeped out about, at least, that's what she had thought, maybe it was one of her friends playing a prank on her. Then she began getting the letters, benign at first, then they gradually escalated into threats against her and soon her boyfriend. That was the final straw for both of them, Tim called the police and they sent a few officers over.

The police said their hands were tied, they legally couldn't do anything about the stalker until he posed a serious threat to her or her boyfriend's safety. They investigated the robbery as a separate incident and they didn't get far into that, the thief had left no fingerprints or any evidence, he had gotten in by the spare key that was hidden under the doormat.

She sighed, staring at her tired face in the mirror, "Don't let him get to you Diane," she told herself in a small pep talk, "Come on, don't let that lowlife dictate how you live," she said forcefully as she picked up her bag, making sure the can of pepper spray was hidden inside, and walked out the door.

As she walked outside, she could have sworn she saw a small bit of movement behind her, she turned around quickly, hand reaching for the pepper spray.

"Woah," the voice belonged to her neighbor, "Sorry if I startled you," he said as he lifted his hands in a non-threatening gesture. He looked like he had just been jogging, probably was.

"Sorry Mister Park, guess I'm a little jumpy today," Diane apologized, laughing nervously as she made her way down the steps.

The elderly neighbor chuckled, "It's alright," he said as he walked into his house, "Have a good day," he called out in farewell.


The golden morning light shined down on the terminals at Pearson International, filtering through the large windows overlooking the tarmac and bathing workers and passengers in warm light. At the customs desk, vacationers and military alike stood in line waiting to get their passports scanned in.

Two people in military uniforms stood side by side as the line moved up, "Think he's gonna be surprised to see us?" one of them, a woman with blonde hair in a bun and blue eyes, asked her taller companion.

"It's Prince of course he'll be surprised, he hasn't seen us in over two years," the man scoffed as the line moved up. There was a moment of silence between them before the corners of the man's mouth curled upwards in a smirk and he began whistling, "Sweet Caroline".

"Stop it," the woman snorted, playfully slapping her companion on the arm, grinning all the while.

They were called up to the desk, the customs officer stamping their passports and giving them the obligatory, "Enjoy your stay," before calling up the next group of people.

The pair of soldiers walked down the hallways, descending the stairs and heading to the baggage carousels, they were surrounded by families and business men who were returning from their trips. Little kids pointed at the two soldiers who stood by the carousel, waiting for their bags, the woman smiled and waved, the man saluted to the kids.

"Gotta love 'em," she said as she watched the children run to their parents.

The man chuckled, "Just a week off before we're shipped out again," he said as they grabbed their luggage off the carousel, it really wasn't much stuff, just their duffels which contained gear and civilian clothing.

The woman shrugged, "Hey, no rest for the wicked," she said as she hefted her duffel and slung the strap over her shoulder, they walked through the crowded airport, exiting the terminal and waiting out by the road for the bus to take them into the city.

The SRU had already been up since five, filling out paperwork and getting ready for the day ahead. Jules and Leah stood in the weapons cage, doing inventory and cleaning. The smell of gun cleaner solvent permeated the air as Ed cleaned out his service weapon, leaving the metal of the glock a shiny black.

Sam and Wordy were sparring in the gym and by the looks of it Sam was losing, sorely. He found himself flat on his back as Wordy executed a perfect throw, the older constable chuckled as he held out a hand, "Come on Samtastic, you almost had it that time," he quipped.

Sam pretended to scowl, the frown quickly dissolving into a grin as he stood up, "Alright, let's try that again," he said as he got into his stance, getting ready to attempt to take down the close-quarters combat expert once more.

Greg sat in the briefing room, signing off on reports and paperwork, the job of sergeant never got easier in terms of paperwork. He frowned as he looked over a report filed by Spike, the bomb expert's handwriting was something to be desired.

Speaking of the devil, Spike was walking down the hall with the remote control in his hand, fiddling around with the controls as his bomb disarming robot, Babycakes, leisurely kept pace with him. She suddenly stopped up, Spike frowned, and knelt beside her, "Come on Babycakes, don't do this to me," he sweet talked to the robot as he fiddled with a few wires.

"Need some help?" Sam asked as he walked up to the technician, raising an eyebrow at some of the terms that Spike was using on Babycakes to make her work properly.

"Samtastic," Spike said without looking up from his robot, "I thought you and Wordy were sparring."

Sam nodded, "Yeah, we were, but I'm taking a break," he explained as he knelt down next to the robot, he never truly understood Spike's obsession with the thing. He didn't think it had much of a personality, though it was quite entertaining to see Spike throw a fit over the robot as it sat impassively in the halls.

"Taking a break from getting your butt kicked," Spike muttered as he squinted at some small mechanism in the bowels of the circuitry, "Ahh, there you are," he said triumphantly, "Pesky little gear, now why did you slip?" he asked himself as he readjusted the gears and stood up, "Now let's try that again," he said.

Sam wisely got out of the way of the robot, Babycakes may not have a mind of her own, but sometimes it really seemed like she was on a warpath. This time, however, the bomb disarming robot glided across the linoleum floor with ease and Spike did a fist pump in victory, "Alright Babycakes, I knew you'd pull through," he said, grinning.


He walked through the crowded streets, looking for his prey, looking for the man who dared to get in between him and his soul mate. He was near the work site, it would have to be done soon and quickly if he ever stood a chance of escaping. Finally! He saw the boyfriend and made his move, nearing a clear spot in the crowd, he caught up with man and tapped him on the shoulder.

Tim was a burly man who worked in the construction industry, his career was already off to a flying start and he was the foreman for a pretty big construction project. He was nice to everyone and was very good at what he did. He glanced down at the gawky and timid looking man next to him, "Can I help you?" he asked, slightly confused, he had never seen this man before in his life.

"I think your girlfriend's missing something," he said as he pulled out the necklace he had taken a few weeks before. Tim's eyes widened in surprise, he glanced down at the thin man, that was the creep who had been stalking them for the past couple months?

"Who are you?" he asked, surprised and angered at the sight of the necklace, he took a step back from the man, "Why do you have Dianes necklace?"

The gun was pulled quicker than Tim could blink, a loud crack echoed through the streets and Tim fell to the ground, a bullet wound in his chest. He struggled to take a breath as the stalker stood above him, placing the necklace back in his pocket and staring at him emotionlessly, "She's mine," he said as he ran off into the crowd of terrified pedestrians. He disappeared quickly, making his escape before anyone could stop him.

Wow, alright, hope it didn't go too fast there. Almost 2000 words, so this should be . . . relatively lengthy? Finally, I'm fully recovered from my first skiing trip and it only took a week, though I still have a bruise the size of my fist on my calf . . . hrmmm. Hopefully the next chapter won't be too far away, it really depends on how much my muse has returned/how much school owns me this quarter. See that button down there? Well, click it, and type nice stuff into the text box that pops up.