Title: An Unusual Day, Sort Of
Characters: Sam Braddock (mentions of Greg, Ed, Spike, Wordy)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam got a distraction.
Beta: Unbetaed. All mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint and/or anything related to it.
Author Notes: My first try on writing Flashpoint fic. Hope it turns out okay.
Sam looked through the scope, aimed his rifle at the subject. The crisis was on the adjacent building and he was now on the roof building next to it. He still had no clear shot on the subject. The hostage was blocking his line of fire.
"Sam?" Greg's voice was heard through his ear piece, asking if he had a shot.
Sam took another couple of seconds to see if he could get a shot in, but no matter what, he was blocked. "No solution," he responded.
"Okay…" Greg continued talking to the subject.
Sam was moving his rifle to match the movement of the agitated subject when he felt something on the back of his neck. It tickled a bit and he needed to get rid of it before it ruined his concentration. He reached to the back of his neck, grabbed whatever was tickling him, and brought his hand back to the front to see what it was. Of all the things he had in mind, that thing was definitely the least he ever thought of.
Sam dropped his rifle to the ground as he jumped back and jerked his hand. The thing flew a few feet away from him. He cursed quietly and took out his handgun, aiming it at the 'offender'.
"Sam?" Greg's voice returned, no doubt asking him if he had the shot, probably because the subject made an unexpected move. Or maybe he heard him curse.
But Sam didn't care. His focus was at the eight-legged thing that was moving a few feet away from him. It was small but still… He hated spiders.
"Sam?"
This time it was Ed's voice, and he sounded worried, maybe because Sam didn't respond. It brought Sam's out of his trance, sort of. He holstered his gun, looked around, and saw a piece of thin wood. He took it and threw it over the spider, hoping that it would give him enough cover until the crisis was over.
"Spike, check what's going on with Sam," Ed ordered.
"Got it," Spike replied.
Sam took one last look at the wood, making sure there was no leg coming out under it, and went back to his rifle.
"Braddock!" Ed yelled.
"What?" Sam yelled back. He was still annoyed at the spider, and his annoyance was doubled because he was being yelled at. He looked through his scope, and this time, his line of fire was clear. "I've got the solution."
There was silence for a moment.
"Take the shot," Greg made the call.
Sam squeezed the trigger and watched through his scope as the subject went down, and Wordy pulled the hostage away from him. Sam pulled back from his rifle, and turned to look at the wood. He took his rifle away from the edge of the wall and used the end of the barrel to move the wood so he could check if the spider was still under it.
"What are you doing?"
Spike's words surprised the heck out of him. He aimed his rifle at his friend on instinct. Spike, surprisingly, didn't even flinch for being held at gunpoint and looked at the piece of wood.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Sam looked at Spike then to the wood then turned to grab the rest of his equipments. "Nothing."
End