This is just a tiny one-shot to give a peek into the future of my stories. :) This is dedicated to all of you who have so faithfully read and reviewed even when I was slow at responding and updating. I really appreciate all of you hanging in there for me. :D And for those of you who are reading my work for the very first time, welcome! I'm glad that you are here!

Being called out to a home raid was not how Bobby wanted to start his new year. The beginning of January was still too early to taint the year with blood and raids. Yet that was how it was going down.

"See you later," he called to Tara as he strapped his bullet proof vest on and slipped on his coat.

"Stay safe," Tara replied, her tone a little more somber than his. Bobby paused for a nanosecond to ponder why she always seemed more concerned about him going on raids than he himself was. His pondering was cut short by Jack's hollering.

"Crash! Keep up!"

"I am!" Bobby yelled back. He paused, leaned over, and kissed Tara's cheek in a playful manner. "Stop worrying, Sheila. We'll be back in an hour or two. See you then."

Tara smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes twinkling. "See you! Now get going before Jack has a fit..."

"CRASH!"

"Coming!"

Bobby got out of the SUV covertly along with the rest of the team. D and Jack were positioned on the other side of the house which had been brought to their attention by a street informant who claimed that this was an arms dealer's abode and office.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Bobby whispered to Myles.

"Why?" Myles asked. He did not bother to ridicule. When it came to raids, they all knew that sometimes instinct could save a life.

But little did they know that the life that would be saved that day was not one of theirs.

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