I know this is much delayed but I only have so much time after work and school, and this had to compete with several other projects. Anyway I would like to thank anyone who reads my story especially those who review it. Very especially those I came to depend on for reviews of my last story and who I hope can be depended on for this one as well, mostly because I have no reason to devote the time for this otherwise.

Warning: This one will probably involve more action then my last one because in my experience trained military and SWAT officers can get very, very scary when people they love are threatened.

Disclaimer- I do not own flashpoint, nor any of the characters and all that stuff.

Several men in black sprinted down an alley, rushing from shadow to shadow and avoiding the illuminating moonlight and streetlights. A few fell behind, and were left behind; others split up in the hope they would go unnoticed, traitors: every one. Their fate was sealed if they couldn't keep up, and the merchandise they were carrying was only slightly less expendable then they were. Eventually he was on his own, but suddenly the very doom he were sprinting from appeared abruptly from around a corner, a flash of black and grey visible in the moments before he was forced to the ground. A bright light blocked out his vision, and as it receded he felt himself being turned over onto his back and the sensation of plastic over his wrists. Out of his current haze the thought "I have a concussion" warred against "Crap." The latter seemed to win eventually. As he finally lost consciousness he was turned back over, and saw what had to be a hallucination. Had to be. There was no way he had been taken down by a girl!

"Boss, I have Adrian DeSantos in custody." Jules spoke into her radio with an appropriately smug attitude. Or perhaps slightly more than appropriate. There was however a pause, a moment of silence everyone still expected to be filled. But the unprofessionally supportive voice never came over her radio, there was no barely hidden admiration or poorly disguised flirting. Her smug attitude evaporated, replaced by a number of competing emotions. Mostly sorrow, regret and guilt. She brushed of the feelings of that moment, the memories that wouldn't go away, and the feelings she wished she regretted having. Jules realized her mistake then, the information a professional should have given while she was distracted. "The rest appear to have split up, he was alone." She needed to be better than that. She knew she wouldn't though, not until thoughts of him went away.

Eventually Ed filled the silence "Copy. Primary subject in custody. Coordinate with the uniforms, get a net up to catch the rest of them."

All night she tried to bury him under chasing subjects, she hounded them relentlessly until they inevitably tired and slowed. At which point she tackled them. Not usually her department but not even her team could keep up. The freedom the dealers were running for was not nearly as motivating as what she was running from. For a few moments the intensity earned her some peace, time when the guilt of what had happened no longer chewed at her every thought and emotion. But those moments always ended, and brought him back with them.

Eventually the night ended, with none of the dealer's goons escaping. Greg had given his usual praise, this time not bothering to ask what was wrong. No one asked what was wrong. They all knew. So they pretended she had simply excelled at her job, celebrated and wrote positive things about her in reports. None of it mattered. Suddenly the job she had fought so hard and so long for took a backseat to the man she had loved. Loved- past tense, ended, gone, finished. Not really. Never. She would never stop loving him. Even if he never returned to her she would never stop loving him. As she returned home she felt the memory flooding her again, and this time put up no resistance.

"Sam. Sam. Come on Sam we need to do this." She continued protesting but it became more difficult as Sam moved his mouth over hers, and eventually she simply gave in. She knew they needed to be cleaning the weapons, each pair of partners had to rotate the job and it was their turn. And they would do it. Eventually. For now she savored the contact, one of their far-to-few moments together. She pulled him in closer and joined him in the kiss, opening up her passion and love as he did the same. For a brief moment she was blindingly happy, but suddenly a new sound draws her attention: the sound of the armory door opening. As they abruptly broke apart a man had come in.

"Sam. I need to talk to you about something."The man had a clipped tone of voice, and an intensely unremarkable appearance.

"Sure Gary. Let's talk." Sam replied bitterly.

"In private."

"I don't really think that's necessary Gary. Whatever you need to say to me you can say in front of her too." Sam responded, but the look on the other man's face was troubling.

"There's no time to be screwing around Sam. We need to talk, Alone, Right Now." As he finished the look on his face made it clear that this was his last offer.

"Its ok Sam I got this. Go talk about whatever it is you need."

"There see she's fine on her own. She doesn't need you." Gary agreed slightly too quickly.

"Ok Jules. I'll see you later." Sam said reluctantly, and held her gaze for a moment before turning and glaring at Gary as they left together.

That memory played over and over again in her head. She analyzed it from every angle one more time, tried to pick apart every facial expression and every idiom the two had exchanged. She did so because she had never seen or heard from Sam since then. Almost four months ago he had disappeared without a trace. The official police investigation turned up no leads, and Sam's father had him declared legally dead two months later. Just like that her happy dream had come crashing down. Just like that the man she had loved was gone. That night she cried in her bed, but just like every other night no one held her close to comfort her, and Sam didn't show up to whisper encouragement to her. Sam didn't appear to provide comforting warmth and she was still all alone. And it was all her fault. Sam had clearly not wanted to be alone with this guy, and she had practically forced him to do it. If she had just paid more attention at the time, realized that maybe this was a problem whatever had happened could be avoided. Instead she had

The next day the charade continued, Jules pretended to be fine and the others pretended to believe it. Fortunately a call provided today's distraction. They were needed for a raid on a house that had connections to Adrian DeSantos, the man they had arrested last night. There were indication that he was higher up in the drug cartel then they had thought, and that this house might have a connection to Pablo Ramirez, the head of the whole cartel. The house had been mostly cleared out, haphazardly ransacked for important materials. The empty house had been cleaned of anything they might have found there. That is until Jules noticed something. "Boss come take a look at this. Looks like a tape recorder, got dropped in the shuffle. Its got a tape inside it."

At a nod from Ed she clicked the play button.

"Tell me sir, did you really think you could steal from me?" The sounds of someone being tortured drifted from the device, a horror story of human suffering. "Huh? Did you? Well my friend you are going to tell everything I want to know. I want to know how my shipments are being intercepted. I want to know who in my organization is talking to the government. And I want to know the blind spots in your net so I can get my operation back on line."

Another male's voice came out of the speakers as they all strained to hear. A chill swept over Jules as the first voice added "What was that? Speak up!"

The voice came again, louder this time, and more defiant. "Corporal: Braddock, Sam. Serial Number …" the rest was cut off by the first man's rage before the tape ended.

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