Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint or the characters even though I totally and completely wish that I did. I'll just borrow them for a while and put them back when I am finished.

A/N: Hello everyone! I just started this story and I am not sure yet how many parts it will have. It really depends on how well my creative juices continue to flow. I hope everyone is as excited for the next new episode as I am! Happy reading!

Chapter One: Sam

Some days were like walking onto a battlefield. One step, one miniscule moment and you could be confronted with the terrifying reality of artillery fire all around you, grenades getting thrown over your head and bombs going off.

For Sam, today had been one of those days. It had been taxing, emotionally and physically. He had relived some of the best and worst moments of his job at the SRU. He felt as though enemies had surrounded him, each lining up to take a shot at him, striking him where it hurt.

His interview with Toth had been an ambush. He had expected it to be hard, but nothing like what it turned out to be. He had walked into a trap. One from which there was no escaping. He had given his heart to that room and left it there on the table. It was almost like his chest had been cracked open and his heart was just out there for everyone to take notice of.

Sam contemplated all of his actions: from that first kiss down to the discreet glances her way after she had broken things off. He obviously still had feeling for her. He admitted it to himself, to Sarge and even Toth in that room minutes ago. He finally admitted it to someone other than himself. He knew though that there was nothing left. No pieces for him to hold onto. They were colleagues, dare he say even friends, but nothing more. She had made that evident to them.

He wished things were different as he replayed the earlier events in his mind.

Starting to push harder, Toth seemingly provoked Sam, "Would you have continued the relationship secretly if you could?"

Sam sighed almost uncomfortably, not really wanting to reveal the truth to himself or anyone else. However, he couldn't afford to lie, not when they had him hooked up to the machine, probably already noticing how the mere mention of Jules' name made his heart race a little faster.

He looked down in contemplation, finally uttering that ounce of truth he knew Toth had expected. "Yes."

Toth already had his by-the-book answer prepared, firing back at Sam with full force. "There's a reason that's against SRU policy. It puts your teammates in danger."

Sam was tired now, angry even, it showed in his voice when he replied quickly, "But it makes no difference because its over. We're colleagues now, that is it." It was almost as if there was desperation in his voice, like he wanted everyone to know he wished things were different.

Toth nodded, glancing down at the monitor to see the machine making piercing upward motions, revealing the strain his question put on Constable Sam Braddock.

Leaning up against the wall in the hallway, Sam now regretted the tone he had used. He regretted revealing too much. He thought it had made his seem week, desperate. "Too late now," he muttered to himself.

He could not fathom the kinds of questions Jules was fielding at this very moment. He felt for her, he did not want her to have the same experience he had with Dr. Toth. In his gut, though, he knew he would be wrong. Toth would drill Jules just as hard as he had with Sam; the questions similar but not exactly the same.

Sam should have guessed it would go something like this. He could have prepared himself. He had hidden his feeling inside and tried so hard not to let them seep out. He knew it was what Jules wanted him to do, because she was doing the same thing. However there had been moments when they had broken this unspoken agreement.

Jules came into the truck, softly slamming the door in her wake. Sam was positioned next to Spike.

"Spike I need to get the number for Maggie's parole officer Grant Levy," Jules rushed.

Spike quickly responded, "Okay let me track him down for you." His eyes focused solely on the computer screen

Sam looked back to glance at Jules, who was hovering just above him where he sat. He took in her appearance and immediately sensed something out of place. "Everything alright?"

Jules peered down at him, her face tense. "Yeah. I just overstepped a little with the boss."

"Whatdya mean?" Sam fired back quickly.

Jules kept her eyes on the computer Spike was typing away at. "He's harsh on the subject and I called him on it.

Sam looked back up at Jules, "Didn't go over well?"

Jules took a chance, glancing back down towards Sam who was looking at her expectantly. "Struck a nerve," she responded, her face giving away her frustration towards their Sarge. She tightened her lips, shaking her head slightly. "Should've kept my mouth shut."

Sam smirked, letting out a small slight laugh. "Why start now?"

Jules didn't appreciate his attempt at humor and muttered "Thanks," turning back towards the computer screens.

Sam continued his banter. "No it's good. I like that you speak your mind," while he turned his head back up to find Jules' eyes traveling down to meet his own baby blues.

Jules faltered, staring into Sam's eyes. "Really?"

Their eyes held each others gaze. They were lost in their own world. The look that past between them held so much and yet both knew they could not do anything or say anything more. The stare was only broken by Spike's sudden interruption.

They had held so many moments like this one, Sam recalled. Her first day back after getting shot, looks of longing that couldn't be acted upon. He knew that he never wished for them to suddenly alter their relationship, turning from lovers back to colleagues. He had always wanted there to be something more between them.

He had thought before today that it could never happen, that they would never go back to the way that it was.

But this day, this day was like reopening a healed wound. Tearing a scar apart that had been sealed over with pain and regret.