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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. — Anatole France

Hello everyone! In case you are wondering, I took what I love about Flashpoint and ran with it, leaving the undesirables (if there are any) behind. This is around mid-season Two, after Lou dying but no other female SRU members (aside from Jules) are on the team.

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Chapter One

The Stirrings of Change

"Five…four…three—cut the damn wire, Addison."

She ignored the commanding voice in her ear and focused on a yellow and a red; sweat pooling on her forehead as she concentrated, unaware of everything and anything but the two wires and her wire cutter in her hand. She forced her hand to steady, cutting the yellow wire close to the bomb and wiped her free hand across her forehead.

"It's done." She said into the microphone attached to her ear, still crouched near the duffel bag. She heard the slight, electric hum from the lights above, why anyone wanted to blow up an insurance office building was beyond her. She understood the mechanics and the why the suspect had wanted to plant a bomb in the office but it didn't make it any less illogical.

"Then get the hell out of there and report to the sergeant. He's waiting for you in trailer." One of her teammates said.

"Thanks, Suits." She murmured back to her teammate. She stood up and brushed off the dirt from her standard-uniform grey pants and left the duffel for the officers to grab. After graduating university with a BA in criminology and offender profiling, she had then joined the army, excelling in sniping until she had been recruited by CSIS, the Canadian Security Intelligence Service where she continued with her career until she had met her current sergeant. He had offered her a position on his team in the Vancouver's Strategic Response Unit, or the SRU and she took it. She had been damn lucky to have such an advantageous career and she had cemented herself within Team Two, becoming a part of the Vancouver's SRU family. That had been almost two years ago, and she never regretted anything. The team's sergeant, Dave Boreas had cryptically told her that if any other SRU team in Canada were understaffed, the higher up on the chain of command would send out the resumes of the team members to the ones in need. She had assured him that she had no family, which was partially true, and that moving across the country would be of little consequence to her.

"It's up there, be gentle and don't jostle it too much." She told an officer as she passed him on the stairwell as she descended the building.

"I thought you dismantled it." He called after her.

She stopped in mid-jog and stared up at him, "I did but I wouldn't recommend throwing it over your shoulder, the sulfuric acid could still leak and that stuff burns like hell." She said, turning back and continued her descent. She still remembered the burning when the first bomb she had dismantled had ruptured its contents on her shirt, seeping and burning its way to her stomach. It was a firing pain she had never encountered and hoped never to encounter again.

She nodded to one of her teammates, the one that she was probably the closest to, "Everything good?" She asked, both of them walking briskly to the trailer that was residing across the parking lot.

Suits nodded, "Contained and suspect is on his way to be booked. Are you good?"

She shrugged, "There's nothing like the buzz you get after dismantling a bomb that could take a building down."

He rolled his eyes, "I don't know why that is one of your specialities, Addie."

She smirked, "I have many, at least I'm not a less-lethal weapons specialist."

They stopped outside the trailer and he nodded to her, "Catch a beer later?"

"Depends." She retorted.

"On what?" He asked, his hands resting on his rifle that rested on his shoulder.

She bared her teeth, "If I'm in trouble or not." She entered the trailer, Suits' quiet laughter emanating from behind her.

"You wanted to see me, Sergeant?" She asked, her back straight as she stared at him, waiting.

"Good job out there." He commented.

She nodded, "Thank, boss." Addison waited, Sergeant Boreas had a propensity to ruminate for many a minutes, all of them in pure silence and she did not want to step in and insert her foot in her mouth if she said something out of line.

"Bennett—", he sighed and for the first time, Addison felt a trickle of unease slither down her spine, "Toronto's SRU is looking for a member to fill their ranks."

She waited, unsure if she had heard him right or not, "Sir? There was no mention on the bulletin board."

He nodded, "I just got word of it last night and our Chief personally recommended you."

Addison locked her knees: she knew she had a pretty interesting resume but damn it, Toronto? She was just warming up to Vancouver…maybe she had heard wrong. "Why did he do that?" She asked.

Boreas smirked, sometimes the kid never really realized how much of an asset she was and damn it all, he'd miss her. "You're one of the best snipers in the West, a damn great crisis negotiator, you have a degree in profiling, you analyse information and you specialize in close quarters combat and demolition. Quite frankly, I would never have thought it possible to have someone as young as you are be so…talented. You're a prodigy and an asset to the Canadian government."

She snorted under her breath, "A prodigy in law enforcement? No offence sir, but I don't think that's something to be proud of." She had rebutted everything in her head when Boreas had listed off her qualifications: quite frankly, she could easily list on one hand that was better than her on her team. Suits, Toad, Clay, Gabe…the list could go on forever. Maybe it was the fact that out of everyone on the team, she was the only single and unattached one with no family. As far as the Canadian government were concerned, she was utterly alone and she would rather them think that than know the truth.

He waved away her comment, "You're starting in two weeks. That should give you enough time to relocate over there."

Addison shut her gaping jaw, had she no say? As soon as she thought that, she realized she didn't. She had learn from the beginning of her career that little choice were given to the operatives…she had known getting into tactical that she'd be travelling a lot. It just meant she'd have to start again in a different city. But Toronto was the closest she'd ever been to her hometown and that meant she'd be near her blood relations, the last time she'd ever been that close was when she had turned seventeen. She'd survived and overcome when she was younger and she damn well would overcome now.

She listened and nodded when as he detailed her new job, "We'll miss you, Bennett."

Addison stared at her sergeant and nodded, stepping closer to him and hugging him. He could reprimand her all he wanted; she'd miss the old bard as well. "Thank you sir." She didn't bother mentioning that if it weren't for him, she'd still be slightly unhappy working in CSIS and she would have never meant the wonderful people she'd come to love over the past two years. She pulled away, thumped him on the arm and stepped out of the trailer, absorbing every detail around her. She'd taken the team for granted: she'd never properly thanked Gabe every time he brought her a latte, she never thanked Toad when he would buy her dinner; hell, she'd miss them.

"You good?" She heard a warm voice ask.

She glanced up and saw Clay saunter towards her, "Yeah…just found out I'm leaving."

Clay straightened up and a shadow passed over his face, "You better tell me what you mean before I kick down that trailer door and demand what the hell boss is thinking."

She smirked: yeah, she'd miss this, "Toronto's SRU had a spot open on one of their teams."

He shrugged, "How is that our problem?"

She shoved him with her elbow, "The chief personally recommended me."

Clay whistled, "Well damn girl, that's impressive." He made a sound, "I don't like it, in fact, this is probably one of the worst ideas ever but…it's a smart move."

She nodded, "You're going to help me pack?"

"Beer and pizza?"

"Of course." She retorted.

"Then count us all in. You up to telling the guys?" He asked pushing away from the trailer.

She shook her head, "You go ahead, you're the calm one." He patted her head and walked off, smirking when she cursed at him. She walked towards the team's SUV and found Suits waiting for her.

"So…are we going out tonight?" He asked, unaware of her impending move.

"How do you feel about helping me pack instead?"