Okay…. So the chapter I posted earlier was SORTA like a second teaser since I didn't give as much details as I could have…this chapter doesn't consist of much happening but it fills in the gaps where I left off in the last chapter.

Enjoy (:

"Damn it Sam! You said you had the solution!" Greg yelled. He, Spike, and Leah dashed out of the command post at full speed, running to find Ed holding his hand against Jules' shoulder as Wordy handcuffed the subject.

"Come here sweetie." Leah yelled, taking the little girl in her arms and running away from the scene with her, handing her to a uniformed cop before running back to see Jules lying white as a ghost on the ground.

"Sam—!" Greg yelled, looking up to see him wobbling on the rooftop.

"Sam! Sam can you hear me!?" A voice yelled over the radio.

He couldn't stand up from the rooftop to get down. When he tried to support his weight to collect his gear, the weakness in his body made him collapse.

"Sam—." Another voice sighed.

The fury built up inside of him as he pulled his pistol off of its holster and pressed it to his forehead.

"This can't be happening again—Save her damn it! I can't lose another friend—this is all my fault."

"Spike—Wordy, get up there and check on Sam. We're getting Jules to the medics—this may be our only shot at saving her."

Ed watched as the two men grabbed their gear and dashed up to the rooftop. He glanced over at Leah who helped him get Jules in his arms. "It's going to be okay Jules, just stay awake—You can make it." He ran to the ambulance, loading her onto a gurney. "Go with her—I've gotta deal with the subject." He told Leah who nodded in response, jumping onto the ambulance and standing next to her closest friend, "Jules—He didn't mean to."

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"Sam—Buddy—Put that down." Spike called out, seeing Sam, shaking furiously with a gun to his head.

"She's—Dead—It's all my fault."

Wordy shook his head, "She's going to be okay. She's on her way to the hospital right now."

Sam looked up at the two of them as Spike jerked the gun from his hands, "Accidents happen, Sam—We cant always judge what move the subjects will make."

"He pulled her into the line of fire." Sam mumbled out.

Wordy and Spike both nodded, "This isn't your fault."

"But I pulled the trigger—."

"So did Ed, he took out the subject—finished the job."

"I did it again—I pulled the trigger—."

The guys just glanced at each other for a moment and started jerking away Sam's rifle and kit along with his other side arms. "Everything's going to be okay Sam—."

"I—I shot her." He mumbled. "How could I miss?"

"You didn't miss, the subject pulled her in front of him."

"But I was supposed to take out the subject."

"Sam just be quiet for a minute buddy, we're going to get you down there to the truck. The boss is waiting down there." Wordy explained calmly, he link his hand onto Sam's arm and Spike grabbed all of Sam's gear, leading him down the few flights of stairs slowly, Sam's vision becoming dreary as all he could see was a rapid replay of Jules falling to the ground.

"Sam—" Greg called out, running over to him.

"I—I'm so sorry Boss." He stated, not looking anyone in the eye.

Wordy held onto his arm tightly as Spike went to put the rifle and other gear in the truck.

"Mistakes happen Sam."

"I shot her." He stated once more, he couldn't think of anything else to say except for the truth of the past 10-15 minutes.

Greg nodded, "And Ed took out the subject and the little girl is safe. The job is done—but in the middle of all of that we do have accidents. Eddie—You, Sam, and I are heading over to the station for investigation. Spike and Wordy—Leah rode with Jules to the hospital, get over there—Team Two's gonna finish up here."

The team nodded and split, Sam having to be led by Greg and Ed. They felt like they were dragging a dog on its walk. "Sam—Let's get you out of here."

He shook his head as they walked by the puddle of blood lying on the ground, forensics already taping off the scene.

"Sam, let's go!" Greg yelled, a harsher tone than he had hoped, but it worked. Sam lowered into the car and held his head low, he felt like he had murdered his best friend—but this time he didn't have to go down into the IDs to find out—he watched it happen through his scope.

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"Any word yet?" Leah asked anxiously, jumping in her step as she stood by the surgery waiting room desk.

"Sorry, none yet—I'll go check for you, okay?" The nurse smiled and stood up, walking through automatic doors and heading to a speaker to speak to the doctors.

Leah sat down in a chair and rocked gently, praying that Jules would be okay. The team had just lost Lou and she knew that Sam was a wreck and couldn't take losing her by his bullet.

"How's she doing?" Wordy asked as he and Spike came off the elevator.

"A nurse just went to check—How's Sam?"

Both men just shook their heads low and sat down slowly.

"She's crashed once since she got here—they're trying their best to keep her stable but at the moment her heart rate and blood pressure are plunging and rising sporadically. We've got the best surgeons in Ontario working on her, so keep your heads held high."

Each of them nodded.

"I saw what happened on the news and I just wanted to let you know that we do our best effort to save any officer harmed in the line of duty—."

"Thank you." Wordy smiled as the nurse gave a soft nod and walked back to her desk.

"What do we do now?" Spike asked.

Leah looked over to both men. "We wait."

Yeah, nothing much happened in this chapter except it cleared up a lot from the last chapter. (:

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