One Hot Summer Day

Summary: Summer in Toronto, hot and humid. The team was hoping for a slow day with just two warrant calls then hopefully just inventory duty. What could happen? Well if you have a teammate by the name of Sam Braddock, then just about anything can happen. How will Sam's past and secrets collide with his present? What secrets will he uncover? Will he survive?

I do not own Flashpoint nor any of the characters from that series. I do own my original characters (OC).

The Jinx

SRU HQ – Briefing Room

He sat staring out the window of the briefing room. The sky was light blue with only a few puffy white clouds. The day boded to be hot and humid. Not a great day to be outfitted in long black sleeves and full tact gear. It was a day one wished to be inside dressed as they were.

Sam had been the first to finish getting ready after workout this morning. The humidity was so high everything just stuck and it felt like he hadn't even dried off after he had showered. Swiveling slightly back and forth in the briefing room chair Sam sipped his water waiting for the team to join him in the room.

"What ya thinking so hard on?" Spike asked as he entered the room.

Without turning around Sam replied "Today's gonna be a hot one."

Ed walked in at the tail end only hearing 'hot one'. "Hot one what? Find a new hot girl Samo?" Ed asked.

Sam swung around and smiled at Ed "Nah, not yet, still looking. Bit picky. No today's gonna be a hot one. Really hoping to be indoors."

Coming in and hearing only the second half of the statement Jules said "But don't you love the heat. Growing up in the desert and all?"

"Heats one thing. In the desert it was a dry heat. Here, not so much. The humidity makes 80 degrees Fahrenheit feel worse than 120 degree" Sam replied.

Greg walked in and took head count; just missing Wordy and Leah. He headed for the table and placed the folders down. He opened his water bottle and took a long drink. Greg hoped today was a slow day.

They had a two warrant calls to handle this morning. It was going to be muggy today. Might be a good day to do inventory if no hot calls came in. Wordy and Leah rounded the corner to the room and took their seats.

Greg began the briefing "Morning boys and girls. Got a few warrant calls this morning. After that we will play inside, inventory. Team Five was supposed to take care of that yesterday but they had that long standoff at the bank." He was surprised he didn't get a single groan.

Sam looked up, concern in his face "Sarge, how's Dale?"

Greg turned to Sam and replied "Sergeant Winter said Dale is being released today. Minor concussion, slight dehydration. Which reminds me. If we do get call today, everyone needs to stay hydrated. I don't want any of you taking a fall like Dale did because you pass out from the heat."

They all nodded. Poor Dale was gonna be razzed from here to eternity for this Sam thought. He was glad no one knew of his own idiocy with dehydration, luckily he never passed out here because of it. But if it hadn't been for the swim in the harbor he might have reached that point.

Sam certainly did once in Kandahar. Blaze, Winds, Mason and Patch had laid into him big time after they found him passed out in his perch. They thought he was dead when they approached him because he didn't respond. They let him have it big time when they found out he had just been stupid and not drank enough water over the three days he was there. He had tried to justify it by saying it he couldn't leave his perch. They had chided him for not being prepared or calling in the need, they were not on radio silence for Christ sake.

Ed looked to Sam and said sternly "You heard what the Boss said right? No he-man, macho, I'm an ex-JTF2 soldier so I can survive without as much water as you mere mortals antics today."

Sam wondered where the hell did that came from? "Why ya picking on me Ed?" Sam asked a bit affronted.

"Ya don't think I know do you. Harbor. Just sayin." Ed laughed at Sam's shocked expression. The rest just looked confused but Ed did not elaborate.

"But you weren't even in the …" Sam trailed off as everyone stared at him.

Crap. Caught. Sam smiled "I don't know how you do it Ed. But okay, no antics as you call them." He downed the rest of his water bottle and grabbed another from the middle of the table and drank half. "Satisfied mother hen?"

"As a matter of fact I am kiddo" Ed smirked.

Under his breathe, only heard by Spike next to him, Sam said with slight frustration "Damned old man".

Spike looked at Sam and grinned. Sam and Ed had a unique relationship. Two alphas, they were at each other's throats as much as they had each other's backs. They were like mentor and mentee, but the roles swapped all the time; each learning from the other.

Sometimes Spike worried that Sam would leave the team and become Team Leader of his own team. Sam had the qualifications for it in everything but maybe length of service. They usually liked more seasoned officers for TLs. But then, Sam was probably more seasoned than all the TLs put together with his two tours in JTF2.

Greg got the team's attention "Alright, we have two warrant calls. One is in the city proper. The other is on the outskirts. We'll handle the one in the city first so I'll cover the details for that one now. We'll regroup here and cover the second one when we are done with the first."

"This one is for Ran Long Hee. Hee is wanted in connection with supplying materials to the Onyx Tigers Syndicate for drug production. We have been called in to serve the warrant due to that association and fact there is likely to be weapons on the premises" Greg informed the team.

Ed then reviewed the location details and tactical plans that he and Sam had developed late last night.

As they were exiting the briefing room heading out to gear up to serve the warrant Spike was laughing.

Jules pushed him gently in front of her and asked "What's so funny?"

Spike's amusement grew "The guy's name."

"What's so funny about Ran Long Hee?" Leah asked. She was still new to the team and didn't quite get the humor and inside jokes they shared, there were a lot of them. They were very welcoming but she still sometimes felt on the outside.

"Put his last name first like in roll call. Hee, Ran Long" Spike smirked.

Sam rolled his eyes "Spike I swear you better not have jinxed us. It's too damned hot to run after someone today."