Arriving at the SRU parking lot after stopping by Spike's place so he can get ready, They had pulled into the SRU parking lot, finally. Finally because Spike needed to stop at his place and get ready 'quickly' but 'quickly' turned into about thirty minutes. The car was turned off and Sam felt like something bad was going to happen. Spike looked over and saw the look on Sam's face. He checked his gun at the same time Sam did, before putting it back into the waistband at the small of his back. They got out of the car and started walking to the elevator. SCREEECH!
Sam and Spike saw a van speeding around the corner and immediately dropped their duffle bags.
"Great, I bet this time they've got more." Sam sighed. Two men jumped out as the van came to a stop. They pointed guns at the two and Sam looked at Spike as the two got closer. Spike nodded and they lunged towards the two men. Sam knocked the gun out of the hands of the man nearest him and sent an elbow into the man's stomach, doubling him over. Spike
sent an elbow into his assailant's throat. The two assailants realized they were no match and retreated quickly. The van quickly left the parking lot.
"Someone really wants you, Sam." Spike commented, rubbing his chin where the man had punched him.
"An understatement at this point." Sam chuckled as they picked up their bags. As the elevator arrived on the station floor and they stepped out, they were greeted by Ed and
Greg. Both had their arms folded and stern looks on their faces.
"Sam-" Greg started to say but was interrupted by Sam's phone ringing. He had a text message. Sam held up a finger and pulled his phone out to read the message.
You got lucky, Samuel. Next time you won't. The text read. Sam showed the others as Jules Callaghan and Kevin "Wordy" Wordsworth walked
up. All five team members read the text. Sam had walked away and gone into the locker room to change into his work uniform.
"Sam." Sam looked up from tying his boots to look at Greg and the others. Greg was the one who had said his name.
"Could be anyone, Boss." Sam said. He finished tying his boots as Spike slipped his phone into his breast pocket. Sam gave him a half smile. Before anyone could say anything else, the tone sounded for a hot call. The team rushed to get their equipment and head to the call.
"Ok team. Be vigilant. We have one hostage and one gunman. If the person wanting Sam so bad decides to strike, it'd be now. Sam, you're in the truck with Spike." Greg announced over the headsets. Sam looked at Spike who grinned.
"Boss, I-" Sam was interrupted by Greg.
"No arguments. Ed you're with Wordy getting statements from neighbors. Jules, Sierra One." Greg said. When they arrived they all go into position. Sam threw the command truck door open in anger and climbed in, followed by Spike who gently closed the door and locked it. Spike sent a text to Greg and the others without Sam knowing, informing the door was locked. Sam sat down in the chair by Spike. They spent the next few minutes typing and setting things up. There was a knock on the door. "Open up, Spike." Sam sent a glare towards Spike when he realized the door had been locked. Spike gave a wide glance and unlocked the door to allow Greg in. "For your safety, Sam."
"I can fend for myself." Sam quietly said.
"You were pinned down by two men before me and Greg showed up, Sam." Ed stated. Sam sighed. He still didn't know how they managed that.
"What do we know, guys?" Greg asked. Sam turned back to the task at hand.
"Henry Cartwright. 30. Wife is Heather Cartwright. Neither have priors or record of anything. Wordy, anything from the neighbors?" Spike said.
"Neighbors say they've been keeping to themselves lately. Used to be outgoing and seen going in and out constantly. Now they're arguing and sometimes it's loud enough to hear across the street." Wordy informed. Greg dialed the number for the house and left the truck. Spike looked at Sam. Greg informed no one had picked up over the headsets.
"We care about you, Sam. We're doing this to make sure they don't get what they want." Spike assured his teammate and best friend. Sam nodded and continued typing on the computer. Spike sighed and turned back to his own computer. They worked in silence.
"I know you guys care. I can take care of myself. Last night, I called because I knew better than to try to search my house without backup since I didn't know how many men were in the house." Sam said. The door to the command truck was suddenly thrown open and before either SRU officer could react, Spike was in a chokehold and had a gun to his head. He made a strangled noise that could be heard across the headsets as he was pulled up to be held against the man pointing his gun at him. Two more men entered the truck, guns pointed at Sam.
"Spike! Sam! Status!" Ed ordered. Spike looked at Sam and shook his head. Sam just stood up and put his hands up.
"Stand down. Officers at gunpoint. Stand down!" Sam stated, fearing that if they tried to help, Spike would get injured. Or worse, die.