A/N: Okay, sooooo I am obesessed with Flashpoint! It's such an amazing show and I love all of the characters even though I originally checked it out because I just found out Amy Jo was on in and I am a MMPR fangirl for life ( or a Tommy and Kimberly shipper at least... in my world, he grew old with Kim NOT Kat!). Anyway, getting off topic. As I've already established, I love Flashpoint to pieces, so I've already got most of the chapters written, but I can't decide how to end it, so can you guys choose for me? The ending behind door number one or door number two? You can vote once per chapter review. And if anybody wants to offer to be my beta...that'd be awesome!
Flashpoint
"She needs to remember she still has something to live for, Jules," Greg coached her through the headset.
"Boss, we've gotta get in there," Sam insisted. The woman's erratic reasoning was worrying the hell out of him.
"Give Jules a chance to talk her down. Jules, remember that no matter what's going on right now, she is a mother."
Jules let out a slow breath. "Let's just slow down and we can talk calmly about what happened here today. This stress can't be good for the baby—"
"Neither will growing up without its father!" the woman cried as she shifted her grip to pull the trigger.
3 hours earlier
"Jules? You awake?" Because her face was buried in the pillow, Jules knew Sam couldn't see the smiles that his lips on her bare shoulder evoked. She decided to wait for a few more kisses before giving up the ruse. She loved waking up this way. With him beside her. The best part about it was that they didn't have to sneak around to do it. She didn't think she'd ever get over that. The two things that mattered the most to her, Sam and Team One, were both hers. She was allowed to have both.
After a moment, Jules turned over and smiled at Sam, who was hovering over her. She took note of the fact that he was already fully dressed and sighed inwardly with disappointment. It looked like she was showering alone this morning. "Good morning…" She leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "Are the steaks marinating?" she asked as she stretched slightly, causing the sheet covering her body to shift a little lower.
"Uh huh…" Sam murmured, his eyes tracking the sheet's progress. He was suddenly wishing that they didn't have to work and that they weren't meeting up with Spike and Natalie for dinner afterward. Jules just had to overhear Nat questioning his progression on the road to learning how to cook under the tutelage of Jules herself and suggest Natalie and Spike come to her place so she could prove it.
Jules smirked and gave him a slight shove, easily reading his thoughts. "Let me hop in the shower real quick and then I'll make breakfast." She gave him another quick kiss before sliding out from underneath the covers and disappearing into the bathroom.
Sam collapsed facedown onto the bed and laid there for a minute, letting his heart rate return to normal after watching Jules strut around naked, then raised his head and reached for his cell phone, which was sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed. After dialing his sister's number from memory, he waited for her to pick up the phone. "Hello?" She sounded groggy as though he'd woken her up. "Hey, I'm probably not going to have time to stop by the apartment tonight, so can you grab something for me and bring it with you tonight? It's in a bag at the top of the coat closet." He heard some shuffling, as though she was getting up, as she asked what it was. "Don't peek, just bring it. Can you do that for me?" She yawned before agreeing. "Sure, Sam. See you tonight." He found her quick acquiescence suspicious, but he let it go. "Bye."
"What the hell is this?" Scott Ames demanded, feeling sick, angry, horrified, and bereft all at once as he stared his wife in the face, shaking the condemning test results at her.
"You weren't supposed to find that," Emily responded shakily as she slid a hand over her swollen belly. The action was a spontaneous one and she realized that it was also an erroneous one as Scott's eyes followed the motion and his hands clenched into fists. She had never ever feared her husband would raise a hand against her before this moment. "That…" she gestured toward the paper she wished she'd burned after reading, "doesn't matter. It doesn't."
"What's his name? Who is he?" Scott demanded, ignoring her ludicrous claim that it didn't matter that she was carrying another man's child.
"It doesn't matter," Emily insisted, brushing tears away with the back of her hand. "We can work it out. You and me. We can finally have a family again!"
"Hot call, Team One. Two men on the roof of Albert Towers, one of them is armed and holding the other one at gunpoint." Winnie's voice announced over the PA system. Everyone immediately ceased their various activities and started gearing up. "One of the men works in the building, Henry Frank. Apparently he willingly left a meeting to talk to Scott Ames, and then Ames pulled the gun and took Frank up to the roof." Winnie's voice sounded quieter now that she was communicating through their coms.
"Sounds personal," Jules remarked as she fastened her bulletproof vest. "And reckless, like he's got nothing left to lose."
"Winnie, who does Frank work for?" Greg asked.
"CorpSoft. He's an applications developer. Ames is neither a current nor a former employee of the company," she added, anticipating the follow up question.
"Okay, what do we have on Ames?"
"No priors, married, lives at 1655 Aberforth Street. He's an accountant," she added, a hint or irony detectable in her voice.
"Jules…"
"On it, Boss," Jules responded instantly, not needing him to complete the order. She'd drop by the Ames residence, question the wife, and see if she could find out what set Scott Ames off. Hopefully it was something that would help them get both men down from the roof safely.
Greg gave a curt nod. "Ed, you're with me," he said, wanting to talk strategy on the way, before adding, "Let's go keep the peace!"
