Hello my lovely, awesome readers!

Guess what? It's officially summer for me! Yea! And with that, that means more time for me to do what I love: write! Before I continue, I shall also say this: if you haven't read my other story, The Secrets We Carry, I urge you to do so. Because otherwise, this will all be very confusing. Also, reading Letting Go will help in a later chapter, just so you know. J

So, I've been getting quite a few messages asking me if I was going to do another story that featured Team Five, and I shall say this: Yes! I also got quite a few that said asked for Snips whump/agony, Sam whump, and some Red/Ninja time. Wow. You guys and your whump. Well, I think that I've got it down. We'll see.

I've got this story about maybe halfway finished, and have the entire idea mapped out; I just need to get it down on paper. So I will hopefully be able to update at least every week. That gives me time to edit and get in whatever ideas you guys want to happen (if I can, but I won't know if you don't review!)

Without further ado, I give you: I just want to go home. Also, none of anything you recognize belongs to me.

"Dean, have you seen Snips?"

Sarge looked up at his father and shook his head. "She was supposed to be here half an hour ago," he admitted. "No one's heard from her."

Sergeant Parker scratched his head. "Not even Ninja?" Dean shook his head. The older man placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'm sure she's fine. Probably just forgot what time it is."

Sarge gave him a disbelieving look, but at that moment Whiz and Wheels burst in. "Sarge!" they exclaimed. They looked at each other and Wheels continued. "You're going to want to see this."

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Snips had been going on her morning jog when she heard the yelling. She was heading towards the SRU building; Ninja had already taken her bag in the car. She had wanted to run. She looked at her watch; she had some time. Curious, she headed towards the screaming.

Coming up to the large crowd, she could immediately see what the problem was. A young girl, no more than thirteen, was on the other side of a roped off bridge, looking ready to jump. She thumbed off a quick text but was already pushing her way through the crowd. It would take awhile for any SRU team to respond, and this girl looked to be at the breaking point already.

She ignored the people who were yelling at the girl in favor of taking on a softer voice when she finally reached the would-be jumper. "Hey," she said softly. The girl turned to face her. "I'm Lucia." The girl made no move to respond. "What's your name?"

Inside, she was freaking out. She was bad at negotiations; it was her worst subject at the SRU. She was a better tactician. This was Sarge's department, or maybe Red's. Not hers. But there was no choice right now, and finally, the girl responded, "Emily."

"It's nice to meet you, Emily," Snips said, friendly. "What are you doing?"

Emily looked at her as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which it was, and responded, "Trying to decide when to jump."

"How about never?" Snips said jokingly, taking another step closer to Amy. "You could just come back over here; it's not too late." Emily looked slightly disbelieving, and Snips continued. "I'm serious, Emily. I can't pretend to know what you're going through, but I know that there has to be a better way to handle it than suicide."

Out of the corner of her eye she could vaguely see a news van come, and it took every ounce of self-control not to roll her eyes. People would call the news, but no one calls the cops? She could use some backup right now. Emily noticed them, too, and noticed her new friend's not-quite-concealed disgust. "Not friends of yours?"

Snips shook her head. "Nah. Not a huge fan of news vans, to be quite honest. Never want to do anything to help."

"They do help keep us all updated on what's going on in the world," Emily pointed out.

Snips had finally made it to the edge of the bridge. She leaned against the railing that was there. "Yeah, I know," she acquiesced. "It's just, in situations like these, they seem more like a hindrance than a help, you know?"

Emily looked at her. "You've been in situations like this a lot?"

Snips shrugged. "Kind of. I'm on Team Five of the SRU. It's the cadet program, basically. My team calls me Snips."

"Snips?"

She shrugged. "Apparently I have a snippy attitude. Not quite sure where they got that idea, to be honest."

Emily giggled. Snips looked at her carefully. "Why don't you tell me what's going on, Emily? What are you doing here?"

Emily looked away. "I just needed it to stop," she admitted finally. "I'm just done with everything."

"Everything like what?"

"The bullying, mostly. I just—" she broke off for a second before continuing. "I'm not pretty like most girls, Lucia. People are always saying I'm fat and clumsy and useless. They keep telling me I should die."

Snips closed her eyes for the briefest of seconds. "I know what I'm about to say is impossible, Emily, but don't listen to them. They are so wrong. You are a beautiful young girl who has your entire life ahead of you. I just know that you can go on to do amazing things if you'll just give yourself a chance."

Emily shook her head. "You don't know me."

"So tell me about yourself, then," Snips challenged. "Let me know you."

The girl shrugged, sort of helplessly. "I don't know what to say."

"Okay. Start with your family."

In the background, the college student could hear a reporter saying, "This is Marissa Brookes, coming to you live by the Leaside Bridge, where one girl is trying to talk down another from jumping to her death off the bridge. Does anyone know their names?"

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Sarge watched with the rest of his team as Snips tried to talk a young girl from apparent suicide. She was leaning against the railing, looking like it was just like any other conversation. The reporter had somehow managed to get Snips' name (her actual name, not the nickname) and was reporting, looking somewhat gleeful that she got the chance to witness this.

Sarge and Ninja glanced at each other as Snips climbed over the rail and placed her hand on top of the girl's wrist gently. It might seem like a comforting gesture to most, and while it probably was, it also doubled as a safety measure, in case the girl tried to jump. The problem was, Snips wasn't wearing a safety harness, and if the girl jumped, Snips could go over with her. "Dad, should we go back her up?"

Sergeant Parker shook his head. "Look," he said. She's starting to come over."

Indeed, they all watched as the girl began to climb over the barrier with the help of her new friend. Everyone let out a breath of relief as she did, but it quickly turned to horror as the girl missed a step and fell, Snips going right over with her.

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Snips could hear people yelling as Emily started falling. She grabbed on tightly, hoping to protect the girl, but Emily had gravity on her side. Snips was slowly going over the edge of the bridge. "Let go," Emily cried. "Just let go."

"Not happening." Snips gritted her teeth, securing her hand more tightly around the girl's wrist. She could feel herself slipping, though, and grabbed at Emily as she fell off. With one hand around Emily's wrist, she grabbed desperately for something, anything that could stop their fall. Just when she thought she was going to fall, she managed to curl her fingers around one of the railings underneath the bridge.

The two girls jerked and dangled, Snips taking on the full weight of Emily, who was now crying quietly. "I'm sorry," she cried. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Snips grunted. "I needed to work on weight-lifting today, anyway." She felt a twinge of satisfaction as her young friend let out a strangled laugh. Snips looked up to see people staring down in amazement and horror. They cried out for them to hold on. Some dashed off, hopefully to get rope or something, as others stayed and watched, calling out encouragement. Snips could also see the camera pointed at them. "Great," she grumbled. Then she said, "Emily?"

"Yeah?"

"I need you to listen to me very carefully. I'm going to lift you up so that you can grab onto this railing, too, okay? I need you to reach out and grab it as soon as you can. You'll be safer that way." And I won't accidently let go and kill us both. She could feel her grip loosen on the railing and tightened it with what little strength she had left. "Sound good?"

"Yeah." Emily's voice was quivering, and Snips knew that she was running on pure adrenaline right now.

"Okay. Here we go." Because she could only use one hand, it was a very slow process. But finally, Emily's hands were able to wrap around the railing right next to her savior's. Snips brought her other hand up to the railing and hung on tightly. "Okay. Don't let go, okay?" Emily nodded. Snips looked up. "Do you have any rope up there?" she yelled.

"Hang on!" someone called back. "Someone's making a loop in one now, and we're going to send it down!" Sure enough, pretty soon a rope was making its way down to the girls. Snips reached out and grabbed it. "Okay, Emily, I need you to let go with one hand and put it through this loop," she instructed. Emily did as she asked. "Good. Now, put your other arm through. Great." She looked up. "Pull her up!"

Emily looked at her as she was lifted to the top of the bridge. Snips smiled at her reassuringly. Lots of people must have been helping because soon enough, the rope was back down again. Snips did the same thing that she ordered Emily to do and told them she was ready. A few seconds later, she was on her hand and knees, trying to get her breathing to calm down. "You okay?"

Emily could only nod, tears filling her eyes. "Hey," Snips said, sitting next to her. "Don't be like that. Just think of the adventure you had today! You got to go bungee jumping!"

Emily looked at her strangely. "I didn't have a bungee cord," she pointed out.

Snips grinned. "Exactly. What a daredevil you are!"

Emily couldn't help but laugh sort of helplessly. While both were catching their breath, the news reporter was coming up and trying to talk with them. Snips looked up and said a simple "No comment." Of course, this didn't keep the reporter from trying, but Snips ignored her and turned to her new friend. "You have a phone?" she asked.

Emily nodded and pulled it out, passing it to the SRU officer (cadet, officer…whatever) who grabbed it. She quickly turned to contacts and thumbed in her info. "Here," she said, returning it. "If you ever need someone to talk to, just text or call me. Whatever time of day, I promise I'll answer." She held up a hand to Emily's feeble protest. "Just text me. It's under Lucia." She stood up, offering her hand to the younger teen. "You don't have to go through this alone."

"Thanks," Emily whispered.

Snips just grinned at her, and then turned to block her from the camera. "Enough," she said sharply. "Leave this poor girl alone. You drive people mad, you know that?"

The camera lady kept smiling. "I hear your name is Lucia," she said in response. "How did you know what to do to save this young girl?" She turned to Emily, obviously expecting to get a name. Snips just turned and mouthed, 'go home', to which Emily obeyed without question. Snips began walking. "Wait!" The reporter kept following her. Snips remembered hearing that her name was Marissa Brookes. "We just want to talk!"

"Not interested."

Brookes ran in front of the young adult, halting her in her tracks. "You can't honestly just pretend that none of that just happened!" she cried, astounded.

"I'm not," Snips replied easily. "But it was none of your business, so I don't have to talk about it with you."

She tried walking around the camera people, but again was stopped. She kept herself from rolling her eyes as Brookes continued, "The people of Toronto have a right to know what happened here."

Snips raised an eyebrow. "Do the people of Toronto have a right to privacy, as well?" she asked sarcastically.

Brookes looked confused. "Of course."

Snips nodded. "Good. And since that girl was a citizen of Toronto, then that means that she has a right to privacy, as well. Good day." This time she didn't let the television people stop her as she pushed past.

She could hear Brookes following her, trying to get her to answer more questions. She sighed, but didn't let her annoyance show. She was a professional (kind of) and she couldn't lose her cool on live TV. Sarge would never forgive her. Even if these people didn't know she was part of Team Five, others did, and she had to keep up their reputation. So she only allowed herself to roll her eyes when she knew the people and camera couldn't see her.

She walked for a good five minutes, and yet these people were still following her. She really didn't want them to know where she worked. Narrowing her eyes, she began to calculate the best was to lose her annoying tails and the fastest way to work. She only had a half-mile left before she was there.

She recalled what her tails were wearing: Brookes was wearing heels, and a tight mini-skirt with an even tighter blouse. Her blonde shoulder-length hair framed her face. That woman was not used to running and was in no way going to be able to keep up with Snips if she took off right now. The cameraman was wearing plainer clothes, but he was also carrying around a very heavy camera. He was also slightly overweight and didn't look like he enjoyed running. Besides, he would have to drop the camera to even hope catching up to her.

She eyed the streets around her. She knew the area very well, thanks to her runs, even the back streets and alleys that no one else dared to venture down. She could do this.

Without so much as a warning to the TV people, she took off. Brookes was still bombarding her with questions and didn't even notice until a second after it happened. "Wait! Come back!" she called out. She turned to her cameraman. "Tony! Go get her!"

Snips missed this entire exchange, missed the way Tony began arguing that there was no way he would be able to run after her and keep the camera rolling. Missed the way that Brookes nearly screamed in frustration. She bolted down the alleyway, turned left, and moved down the side street. She knew they weren't going to follow, but she ran anyway.

She hated reporters.

Well, I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I know, I know, it doesn't seem like much happens, but this actually plays a huge part (kind of) to the rest of my story. Please review and tell me what you think, if there are things you want included, etc! I love reviews! So does Team Five! Please please please review!