Hi all! I was riding home with my sister from an MSAR (Maryland Search and Rescue) meeting when I heard this song on the radio! It was called "Daughters" by John Mayer. I loved it! And I had this awesome idea for a fan fic script!

Disclaimer: Well . . . DUY, I don't own Flashpoint, I'm not Mark Ellis!! (Most of u peeps know that by now)

But here's something else you don't know about me, I'm not John Mayer!!! :O I know, I had me fooled too. So I don't own "Daughters". If I tried to sing, well . . . the SRU would have to tase me and zip tie my mouth shut.

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Jules: Don't do this Heather, don't do this.

Heather Dawson:[Tears streaking down her face, she's crying] I have to, I've got nothing to live for.

Jules: [in pleading voice] You have everything to live for! Everything.

Heather: [Shaking her head and pressing the gun to her temple] Noo, noooo.

-REWIND!!-

[In an apartment, Heather wakes up, she looks like she's been crying a bit, and her room's plain, not a lot of things in it. She gets up and walks out of her room and into her kitchen.]

Carl Dawson: [Looking up from a newspaper as he sits at the table] Going to work today?

Heather: [Getting some cereal from the cupboard] Yeah.

Carl: Are you visiting the grave today?

Heather: [Looking up and swallowing] Yeah.

Carl: She was your mom, you know that? She was your mom and you killed her.

Heather: Dad. . .

Carl: No! Shut up! You killed your mom! It's your damn fault! [He storms angrily out of the apartment]

Heather: [She looks at a photo of her mom on the refrigerator, she dissolves in tears and leans against the wall. She buries her face in her hands. You can hear a muffled, but tortured cry] Mom.

-SRU Headquarters-

[Jules enters the SRU headquarters, Sam comes out of the men's locker room and passes her in the hall]

Sam: Hey Jules!

Jules: [Looking slightly downcast] Hey Sam.

Sam: [Looking worried] There something wrong Jules?

Jules: No, nothing. [She slams the locker room door in front of Sam's face]

[Sgt. Greg Parker walks in and Sam confronts him]

Sam: Sarge, I think there's something wrong with Jules.

Greg: What's the date?

Sam: The 19th of June, why?

Greg: [looking understandingly at the girls' locker room.] This is the anniversary of Jules's mom's death.

Sam: Her mom died?

Greg: [Walking into the men's locker room] Ask her about that yourself.

[At a store in the city]

Heather: [To her boss] Hey Benny.

Benny Kingsley: Hey Heather, you okay? You're looking a little sad.

Heather: I'm fine, just a little tired.

Benny: You know you can talk to me if you're having a problem.

Heather: I don't have a problem, I'm fine, really.

Benny: Okay. [She turns to put money into a register]

Heather: Hey could I leave a bit early today?

Benny: Yeah, sure, if we don't have that many customers.

[Back at the SRU headquarters, Greg calls Jules into the briefing room for a talk.]

Jules: Sarge, you wanted to see me?

Greg: Yeah, Jules, sit down.

Jules: [Sits down] Look, Sarge, if this is about the anniversary of my mom's death, I'm fine; I can make it through today.

Greg: Look, Jules, losing anyone close to you, no matter how many years ago, can be hard. If you want to talk to me, I'm here, okay?

Jules: I'm fine sarge.

[Back to the store]

Heather: [Suddenly] Can I take my break now?

Benny: [Looking slightly taken aback] Yeah, sure.

[Heather walks out of the store and onto the sidewalk, she stops outside of an open bar, where she can plainly see her dad drinking alone. She then walks to a flower shop and buys a bouquet of roses. She takes out a piece of paper from her pocket and reads it. She walks to the cemetery and to a grave.]

Heather: [kneeling in front of the grave and dissolving in tears] Mom, mom I'm so sorry. For everything. For letting you die. For yelling at you that last night. For everything, and I'm going to make it right. [She puts the note and the roses on the grave and then draws a gun, looking at it with interest]

[SRU Headquarters, Sam walks up to Jules during a workout]

Sam: Jules, I heard that your mom died, you want to talk about it?

Jules: Sam, she died over 30 years ago, I don't need to talk to anyone.

Sam: Are you sure? You don't look like your self.

Jules: Sam, I'm fine. [She stalks out of the gym]

Ed: [grinning] Looks like Samtastic is trying to hook up with Jules again.

Sam: Shut it Ed. I'm just worried about her.

Wordy: Don't worry, Jules is tough, she's going to be down only today, tomorrow she'll be regular old Jules again.

Greg: Sam, Jules'll be fine, she said she'll be able to make it through today.

[Back on the streets of Toronto, Heather stands at an intersection, she looks at a small cross on the side of the road, it's a memorial for Jennifer Dawson]

Heather: [crying] Mother, I'm so sorry. [She walks into the middle of the intersection, numerous cars honk and people yell at her, but she doesn't listen, she pulls out a gun from her bag and points it at her head.]

-Insert commercial break here-

[SRU HQ, The camera shows Peter talking into the radio]

Peter: [Over the alarm] Team one, gear up! Hot call! Woman threatening to commit suicide at Alexander and Church.

[Camera shows shots of Team One gearing up and getting into their trucks]

[The shots show Sam and Jules in one SUV, Sam's trying to talk to Jules]

Sam: You want to talk about your mom?

Jules: [Curtly] No Sam, I don't.

Sam: Look, Jules, I'm just trying to help.

Jules: Sam, I don't need help right now, I'm fine, just because I'm a bit down on the anniversary of my mother's death doesn't mean that I have a problem.

Sam: [Defensively] Okay, okay.

[they arrive at the scene and Greg meets up with the first responder]

Greg: [To police officer] What've we got?

Police Officer 1: According to witnesses, the young woman just walked up into the middle of the intersection and drew a gun and turned it on herself.

Greg: Anything else?

Police Officer 1: Witnesses say she did stop in front of a road side memorial.

Greg: Okay, thanks. [To the team] Spike, Wordy, command post. I want to find out as much about this girl and her connection to the person who died in this intersection. Lou, Ed, I want you to work on less lethal solutions. Jules, I want you to talk to her, being that you are a woman, you are more likely to connect to her. Sam, cover Jules.

Everyone but Jules: Copy.

Jules: Sarge, are you sure you want me to negotiate?

Greg: Jules, I'd never question your abilities as a negotiator, I'll be your second.

Jules: Copy. [She walks up to behind a police car and walks around it, Sam's covering for her]. [To Heather] Hi, my name is Jules.

Heather: Leave me alone!!

Jules: Can you tell me your name?

Heather: No, just leave me alone, okay?! I don't want to live anymore. I want everyone out of here!!

[In the command post]

Spike: Boss, I found a fatal motor vehicle accident involving a Jennifer Dawson and a Heather Dawson. Apparently, a year ago, Jennifer was killed when she ran a red light at this intersection and she was T-boned by a truck. Heather escaped nearly unscathed.

Greg: Copy. Does Heather have a father?

Wordy: Yeah, a Carl Dawson.

Greg: Alright, let's send a squad car over to his residence to pick him up. Wordy, go with them.

Wordy: Copy. [Wordy leaves the command post]

Greg: [into radio] Jules, our subject's name is Heather. Apparently she lost her mother in a car accident over a year ago.

Jules: Copy. [To Heather] Heather?

Heather: [looks up with a start]

Jules: Heather? Is that your name?

Heather: Yeah.

Jules: Heather, I heard about your mom, were you to close?

Heather: Yeah, and it's my fault she's dead!

Jules: Heather, it's not your fault. It's not your fault.

Heather: Yes it is!! I was the one who wanted to go on that car trip! I was the one who was badgering her to hurry up. She wouldn't have run that red if I wasn't there.

Jules: Heather, I know how it feels to lose a family member, you blame your self for their death. But it's not your fault your mom's dead.

Heather: [Crying] You don't understand what it's like, every day, my dad reminds me that I killed her. And I did. I have to look at my father every day and know that I caused him to hit the bars every day and drink until he passes out. Or until he gets so angry, he hits me until you I barely move. I should just end my life now, make my dad happy for once. [She raises the gun]

Jules: Don't do this Heather, don't do this.

Heather: [Tears streaking down her face, she's crying] I have to, I've got nothing to live for.

Jules: [in pleading voice] You have everything to live for! Everything.

Heather: [Shaking her head and pressing the gun to her temple] Noo, noooo.

[Meanwhile, Ed and Lou are talking about less lethal solutions]

Lou: We use the CS gas, we can starve her brain of oxygen, bypass her logic.

Ed: Yeah, but the wind's pretty high today, there's a chance that it can blow away before it does anything effective. We could use rubber bullets to make her let go of the gun.

Lou: I don't know, her hand might flinch and press the trigger.

[In the bar, the TV is turned to a new station that's covering the situation, a patron taps Carl on the shoulder.]

Patron: [To Carl, but nodding up to the TV] Hey buddy? That your daughter?

Carl: [looking up at the TV he expels and angry sigh and gets up unsteadily.] Not anymore. [he pays the bar tender and staggers out drunkenly]

[Back in the command post]

Spike: [Into radio] Thanks Wordy. [To Greg] The father wasn't in the apartment, but there was a ton of empty beer bottles. According to the landlord, he goes out everyday to a bar, the daughter goes to work.

Greg: [into radio] You hear that Jules?

Jules: [Into radio] Copy. [To Heather] Heather, what your father says is not true, it's not your fault. Your dad's not a good dad if he makes you hate yourself for something that was out of your control.

Heather: But you don't understand no one does!

Jules: Heather, I understand what it feels like to blame yourself for something that happened, I lost my mother when I was a little kid. I blamed my self for her death. But my father helped me he didn't blame me.

Heather: I don't have anyone else to go to, no one cares about me.

Jules: I care about you Heather, I care about you enough to stand here talking to you, so why don't you put the gun down, we can get you help.

Heather: [moaning] No, noo. I've got nothing to live for anymore!

Jules: Heather, you worked pretty hard at your job, you tried to move on, even though the odds were great. You have a will to live. C'mon, so put the gun down,

[Heather slowly puts the gun down and Jules slowly moves forward and picks it up Sam lowers his weapon and Jules helps Heather up, Heather's crying.]

Jules: [To Heather] C'mon. [she slowly leads Heather out of the intersection]

[In the crowd, Carl takes out a switchblade, he slowly weaves his way in and out of the people to the edge of the police line]

Carl: You bitch! You don't even have the strength to kill yourself after what you did?! [He manages to get past the police officers guarding the perimeter and rush Heather]

[Sam quickly takes out his Taser before Carl could do any damage and he Tases Carl.]

Ed: [running up to Carl and aiming weapon at the downed man, he kicks away his knife] DON'T MOVE!!

[Spike and Ed pick up Carl, who's now crying, and drag him off towards a squad car.]

Jules: [leading away Heather again, Heather's crying] C'mon, let's go.

[Montage, "Daughters" by John Mayer, plays]

Song: I know a girl/ She puts the color inside of my world

[Heather sits on a gurney, Jules is talking to her]

Song: And I've done all I can/ To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand

[Greg talks to the father before he's taken away]

Song: Now I'm starting to think /Maybe it's got nothing to do with me

[Sam looks after Jules and they both walk off toward the SUV's]

Song: Fathers, be good to your daughters/ Daughters will love like you do

[Carl now sits in a holding cell, tears streaking down his face]

Song: Ooh, you see that skin?/It's the same she's been standing in

[In the briefing room Greg talks to everyone, the music fades out, but is faintly heard in the background.]

Greg: Alright, it was a good day, saved the subject, no one got hurt. Good job Jules.

[Jules is seen nodding and smiling a bit]

Greg: Okay everyone, let's call it a night, get some rest, I'll see you tomorrow!

Various: Good night Sarge.

[Everyone leaves the briefing room, and Jules goes into her locker room. Music fades back in]

Song: Girls become lovers who turn into mothers/ So mothers, be good to your daughters too

[In the girls locker room, a knock is heard at the door, apparently some time has passed because Jules is getting on a shirt. The song fades back out again.]

Sam: [knocking on door] Decent?

Jules: Decent.

Sam: [as he's walking in] I just wanted to say, good job. You saved her life.

Jules: Thanks.

Sam: I was just wondering, maybe, if you wanted to, we could talk about your mom.

Jules: [She sits down on the bench and Sam joins her] Well, [she's talking, but her voice fades out, and the song fades back in]

Song: So mothers be good to your daughters, too/ So mothers be good to your daughters, too/ So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

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Wasn't that AWESOME?! Okay, yes it was, I'm answering that for you b/c ur either A) too emotionally traumatized to answer, or B) Gaping at your computer right now and wondering if I'm Shakespeare's cousin twice removed (well, actually it's three times, but I'll let it slide this time ;) ).

idk if I got some of the tasing parts right (reaction time, or if a big drunk guy'd feel a taser). Oh well, it's fiction :) I try my best though, I always do.

Again, I. Do. Not. Own. "Daughters", that's John Mayer's gig (literally).