Just something that's been sitting in my computer for a while. Takes place after the events of While You Were Gone.

Winsor Plaza

"Troy, what's going on?" Commander Holleran asked the sergeant of Team Two as he exited one of the SRU's standard issue SUVs.

Troy looked at his boss and shook his head. "Sniper on the 32nd floor of the Winsor Tower. He's barricaded himself inside one of the offices and rigged the door with what appears to be C4. I've got Andrew as Sierra One, but due to the building's architectural design and the position of the subject, Andrew can't get a good shot."

Holleran sighed and surveyed the area. He immediately saw what Andrew and Troy were referring too; thick, concrete beams added during a recent retrofitting encased the building. After taking a quick look at the surrounding buildings, Holleran looked back at his sergeant. "Any ideas?"

Troy sighed. "No sir. I've had Andrew try to get a good vantage point from several of the surrounding buildings, but no luck. Whoever that guy is up there-" Troy paused, looking up at the building where their suspect currently was, then back at Holleran "he's good sir, and I have no doubt that a lot of planning went into him picking that spot. I think the only way we're going to get a decent Sierra shot on this guy is if we find a building tall enough to get a good angle over the beams."

"I think you're right. Where's the nearest building that's close to the height of this one?"

Troy gestured to the map that was lying open on the hood of the command truck. "According to our map, about 2 ½ kilometers away."

Holleran let out a slow whistle. "There's not anything closer?"

"'Fraid not sir."

"Let's say that was our last option. Could Andrew make that shot?"

Troy sighed and took his earpiece out. "Honestly? No. Andrew's good, but not that good. I mean that shot would be close to 2500 meters away AND into the wind. I don't know of anyone who could make that shot. Do you?"

"Not exactly; I know someone who very well could make this shot. He's never made a shot quite this long before, but if anyone can do it, it'll definitely be him." Commander Holleran answered.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get him here! Who is it?" Troy asked, a hopeful tone creeping into his once defeated voice.

"Sam Braddock."

Troy looked at his boss with a shocked expression on his face. Everyone in the SRU knew about what had happened to Sam while he was overseas, and although he had been cleared for duty and back at work for several weeks now, Greg, Ed and the rest of Team One were keeping a very close eye on him. "Are you sure that's a good idea sir? I mean, I know Sam's been cleared for duty and back at work for a while now, but do you think he's ready for this? I know Greg's been keeping him out of the sierra position since he's been back and this isn't the average run-of-the-mill shot that SRU members make…what if taking this shot does more harm than good?"

Holleran sighed. He knew Troy was right, Greg and Ed had made sure that Sam had steered clear of the sierra position since returning to Team One, but he also knew that they had a sniper in a practically untouchable position firing on unsuspecting and unprepared citizens that needed to be taken care of. If anyone had a chance at getting this guy, it was Sam, and Holleran knew that. "I understand your concern, but I don't think we have another choice. I'll call in Team One for backup; they'll be there for him."

"We all will." Troy added with conviction.

Commander Holleran smiled slightly at the comradery between the teams and pulled out his phone to call HQ.

After calling HQ to request Team One's assistance, and receiving an unfortunate update from Winnie, Commander Holleran sighed, then pocketed his phone and returned to where Troy waited. Troy, immediately noticing the concerned look Holleran was trying to mask, became very concerned himself. "What's wrong?"

"Team One is on their way; but Winnie just informed me that Sam apparently had a flashback this morning."

"Is he alright?" Troy asked, alarmed. He had heard from Greg at the Sergeants meeting that Sam was still being tormented by his time overseas through flashbacks, nightmares and sleepless nights.

"He will be. He snapped out of it quickly, thankfully, but it really shook his team up." Holleran said with a saddened sigh. He had a lot of respect for Sam and he hated that he was having to go through this.

"Do you think he's going to be able to do this? I was questioning it before, but after this..." Troy asked, concerned for many reasons.

Holleran sighed. "I don't know. Sam's a soldier and has been trained as one since birth; he'll do the task assigned to him, regardless of the risks. The aftermath of it all, however, could go one of two ways; Sam could snap back to the way he was before he was sent back, back to the confident, fun-loving, badass that he was before all of this happened, or he could believe that he's back in the desert, experiencing all that hell once again, and his flashbacks and nightmares could increase." Holleran sighed again and took his hat off to rub his head. "It's a big risk with a heavy price to pay if things go south, but if I know Sam as well as I think I do, he'll agree, no matter the risks."

Troy nodded once, still unsure about everything. "Greg and Ed are going to hate this."

Commander Holleran gave a humorless chuckle. "I know. I'm not happy about it either, but something needs to be done; we need to get this guy."

Troy nodded, not satisfied with the plan. Understanding that this was the only thing they could do hit as the gunman continued to fire on the police and SRU officers in the plaza below.

Let me know what you think?! Stay tuned for the next chapter!