"Winnie, Team One will be debriefing." Greg said as the team headed into the room. Once they were inside, the metal door dropped, locking them in. Jules, Sam and Lew sat on the side with the windows. Greg sat at the rad if the table. On the door side, Ed, Wordy and Spike. Ok. Let's go over this." Greg tipped his head down and looked at Jules who was sitting back in her chair glowering.

"Jules?" Ed looked across the table at her.

"That bitch. That- subject. Pulled me into her game. She waited until she had me-" Jules growled, gritting her teeth.

"She fooled us all." Lew cut in. "It wasn't real." His anger rose.

"It was a game!" Spike chimed in. "She set us up." He sat forward in his chair and looked at Jules who was nodding her head in agreement.

"Oh yeah. She had it all planned. She knew exactly what to do when, and she knew what we were going to do." Wordy slapped his hand on the table angrily.

"Yeah. Like she had inside help." Spike looked at Sam, understanding lighting his face. "But you couldn't have known that Jules." He blinked and looked at Jules until she locked gazes with him. "It's not your fault. You did what you were supposed to."

Jules sat up and started flipping through the transcript. She found what she was looking for and put her finger on it. "4:48. Officer Callahan: 'Who did that to you? We can help you.' Subject: 'Can you really? Is that what your training tells you? Connect Respect Protect. You can't protect me. No one can!'" She looked up at her teammates. "She quoted our motto. I Can't protect her. She didn't want to talk to the Sarge. She made it about me. She wanted to humiliate me." She poked her finger at the transcript angrily.

"Why?" Lew shook his head. "It doesn't make sense. What's she playing at?" He hated games. Why is that women play games? He knew men did it too, but this chick had made him want to make it a generalize.

"Someone I helped put away?" Jules narrowed her eyes, trying to think. There were many over the last couple years. Most of them team take downs. Maybe there was one or two she had played a major part in, but who?

"Did you get a good look at her Jules?" Ed put his hand out palm up on askance.

"She never showed me her whole face. Just one side. She had brown hair, straight cut to her shoulders and blue eyes. Approximately my height, 5'5, medium build." Jules rattled off. She didn't seem familiar to Jules. It was a pretty general description for a city of two million people though.

Something clicked in Spike's mind but he wasn't sure what it was. That description sounded so familiar.

"What's up Spike?" Wordy could see his friend trying to figure something out.

##### somewhere downtown #####

"Aww Spike. You're starting to remember me." She watched the images of the team flash on her screen. She was eating up Jules' reaction. "I'm sorry dear, but we can't have that. Not yet." She looked over at a second screen showing the exterior of Wordy's house, and smiled. God she loved technology! Especially her little toys like her specially outfitted silent drone parked outside her sliding glass door. She stopped at the table by the glass doors and picked up the remote, fitted with an hd screen. She turned it on and walked outside. "Fly my pretty, fly!" She knew she had to make this quick as she could still hear the team encouraging Spike to remember. Luckily she had just installed a better motor with more power. She cranked up the engine and sent it towards her intended target.

##### SRU HQ #####

"Wasn't there a couple brunettes-" Spike finally remembered.

Wordy's cell started ringing loudly. "Sorry guys." He stood up from the table and walked to a corner. "Hey Shel. We're debriefing, so-" he stopped and listened intently. His body language moved into a tense and fearsome stance. "Guys, I gotta go." Wordy looked at them frantically.

"What's wrong?" Ed stood and stepped towards him.

"Shel said she can smell gas. She's getting the girls out and calling the fire department." Wordy looked at them panicked. My girls.

Spike looked at them with a shocked look and said, "Let's go!"

Everyone stood and headed to the door, but Jules hung back a little bit. Sam saw this and moved to walk beside her.

"You ok Jules?" Sam flashed her a concerned look. He could see in her body language that she was still pretty pissed. He put a hand on her back.

"Yeah just have to work off some steam later." She nodded and looked at him. Whoa that just went sideways, she thought. The look in his expressive blue eyes the and half smirk on his face indicating he took that differently than she meant it. She forced her heart to slow down and pasted a 'what the hell?' look on her face.

Sam stifled a laugh at her look. She had thought the same thing, he had seen it in her eyes. Give her time, he thought. She's not there yet.

The team arrived at the same time as the fire department. Curious neighbors filed into the street wondering what was going on in their quiet neighborhood.

Wordy didn't wait until Spike had stopped the SUV completely before he jumped out. He frantically scanned the scene for his wife and daughters. "Shel!" Oh god. Where are they? The SUVs were made to stop behind a barrier set up by the fire department so they were a few houses down from Wordy's.

Shelly Wordsworth turned around holding their youngest in her arms. "Kevin!" She was so relieved to see him. They were standing at the end of the driveway, the girls huddled against their mother, not sure of what was happening.

Wordy ran to his family and held all four in his arms. "Are you girls ok?" He put a hand to each of their cheeks and kissed their foreheads when they nodded. He was relieved to see that they were ok and looked at the house in confusion.

"What happened?" Greg broke into their circle. They had to run to catch up with Wordy because of his early exit from the car. Everyone else crowded around so they could hear.

"The girls were brushing their teeth and getting into their pjs while I was downstairs doing the dishes. Suddenly I smelled gas, like really strongly. I got nervous so I got the girls out, called the fire department and Kevin." Shel waved to the house while she explained. The smell had been so strong that she knew there was something really wrong but she'd been low key about so she didn't scare the girls.

"Did you see or hear anyone outside or-" Greg's eyes flicked to Wordy. "Inside before the smell?" He knew that Wordy would fly off the handle if the answer was yes, but it needed to be asked.

"No, it's pretty dark. I was making noise with the dishes and listening to the girls." Shel looked back at the house again, feeling bad that she hadn't paid more attention.

"Mega mom multi-tasking." Spike smiled reassuringly at her. He could see this had upset her more than she let on. The small joke helped her release some tension and she flashed him a smile back.

A firefighter approached the group and looked at Shelly then Wordy. "Are you the owners of the home?"

"Yes we are." Wordy put his arm around Shelly, the other around the girls. He braced himself for what the fireman had to say. A man in a gas company uniform and an officer followed the fireman and were standing next to the fireman making their own eight person circle.

"Can we go back in yet? I'm cold." The youngest whined.

Wordy looked down at her, took off his work jacket, knelt down and put it around all three. "Share ok?" He said in his stern dad voice. He looked up at the fireman, concern in his face.

"We had the gas company turn off the gas to the home. Someone broke off the main shut off valve." He handed the valve to Wordy. He had concern written all over his face.

"This wouldn't happen naturally right?" Wordy examined the valve, turning it over in his hand. His anger rose when he saw the end of the stem. Someone had tried to harm his family? Motherf-.

The man from the gas company spoke up. "No sir. You can see from the stem that someone or something bent it back and forth until it broke off. That definitely wouldn't happen with a system failure." He explained.

"Son of a-" Wordy cut himself off, remembering the girls. I'll kill them. I'm going to kill whoever did this. His whole body tensed with his anger.

"You're lucky you got out when you did. It was a fast leak. Five more minutes and it could've been deadly." The fireman said. He could see the homeowner was not taking this well, but who would? If someone tried to harm his family he would probably have the same look on his face.

Wordy looked to his team, fear and murderous rage burning in his eyes. Spike put a hand on Wordy's shoulder and gave him a 'We got your back' look. They were all getting angry, the more they heard. It wasn't just the team that they considered family, it was their loved ones too. When one hurt, the group rallied.

"Why would someone do this?" Shelly frowned. She put a reassuring hand on her oldest daughter's head. She couldn't fathom who would want her precious girls.

"I don't know but I promise you they will not get away with it." Wordy took a breath and faced her, not wanting her or the girls to see him so angry. He looked at the fireman, "Is it safe to go in there?"

The fireman shook his head. "You'll have to let it air out overnight and the gas has to stay off until the valve is replaced." The fireman answered.

"That'll take two to three days." The gas man interjected.

"We'll need time to investigate as well." The officer finally spoke. He recognized the group as SRU officers so he knew they knew procedure.

"You can stay with me." Greg offered. "I have an extra room and a pull out couch so it'll be tight, but that's ok."

"I have two extra rooms. One is a weight room, but I can move stuff around. I have a couple air mattresses and a couch." Sam offered.

"Or you could all be comfortable at my house. I did just buy a three bedroom house." Jules smirked. She wasn't surprised Greg and Sam had offered their places. It's what family does, but she wanted to cut off Lew and Spike before they offered. She had the perfect solution, her new house.

The fear and anger ebbed a bit as Wordy looked at his chosen family. he couldn't be prouder to be part of this group. "I'll be right back." Wordy looked at Shelly. She nodded, understanding the the fear in his eyes. Something wasn't right.

Wordy stepped away and into the circle of friends. "This was malicious. Someone targeted them and me." His anger bubbled to the surface again and threatened to overflow.

"Agreed. Someone is targeting this team, but why?" Greg took off his hat and rubbed his hand over his head and eyes. He was just as pissed that someone was messing with his team, his brothers and sister. The situation just went from some sort of prank to dangerous.

"First we get Shel and the girls somewhere safe." Ed interjected angrily. "Then we deal with this..person." He paused, not for dramatic effect, but to reign his anger. His blue eyes were a dark blue, almost black with rage.

Spike could see his friends working to control their anger. He was doing his best to do the same. He looked at Wordy with concern.

"Do you think her parents' house would be best since it's over an hour away?" Greg asked. "We can ask the PD there to have a uni watch the house."

"I-" Wordy was conflicted. He wanted to be with his family, but he knew he couldn't until they found the person responsible.

Shelly walked over, she could see her husband needed her. "Hon." She put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned, she gave him a comforting hug. "I overheard. We're ok. And I think we'll be ok at Mom and Dad's." She pulled back and looked in his eyes. She kissed him lightly and sweetly, reassuring him.

She always knows what to say, Wordy thought. He gave her a small smile. "Ok." He conceded.

Shelly walked over to the firefighter and asked if she could get some clothes and things for everyone. The firefighter told her only if she wore a suit and mask. Wordy heard this and volunteered to go in. He got suited up and walked in with a firefighter.

The team stepped away from Shel and the kids.

"We need to figure this out." Lew furrowed his brow, anger in his voice.

"We need to stay together." Sam said with more force than he meant to.

"Copy that on both." Ed agreed. "At least until we figure this out."

"I think everyone should call their families and arrange for them to be out of town for a few days." Greg said. He felt very concerned for his extended family. If someone messed with Wordy's family, they could possibly mess with the others.

"Yeah." Ed turned, walked to the SUVs and pulled out his phone.

Lew nodded and turned away to call his parents.

"Spike?" Greg tipped his head down to try to catch Spike's eye. He saw the panic cross the Italians face.

Crap, Spike thought. He hadn't told them his dad was sick in the hospital. Well, dying. He shook that thought. His dad is strong. He can fight. He wasn't trying to hide it from them, he just hadn't told them.

Jules furrowed her brows and put a hand on Spike's shoulder. "They'll be ok."

"Yeah." Spike looked at her and half-smiled. "Be right back." He walked away, taking out his phone and dialing the hospital.

Sam frowned after Spike. There was something his teammate was hiding. He could see it in Spike's body language. He turned and locked gazes with Greg. Something's up. Greg's nod agreed.