Author's Note: This is what I believe could've happened in Kandahar. It's really far fetched, but this idea came to mind and eventually a full story came out of it. This takes place immediately after the episode, Behind the Blue line.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Flashpoint.

Warning: Not-betaed. There are probably a heap of spelling and grammar mistakes, so I apologise in advance.

Dear Dad,

I'm sorry I had to leave you and mom, but if you're reading this letter, then I am dead. I'm not sure what story they will concoct to cover my death but please don't trust them.

I'm so sorry I have to leave this burden with you, but I can't tell this to anyone in the army because I don't know how far up this goes and the more people I tell, the more will die. One night, after the boys went to bed I left the tent. I couldn't sleep. I knew there was something wrong because there was nobody on sentry duty. I was going to wake up Sam but that's when I noticed movement in the armoury. There were two men moving boxes of firearms into their truck. They weren't Canadian soldiers. They were insurgents and one soldier was supervising them.

Sam's eyes widened at this, Ben stumbled over something big, something he never thought a soldier could commit…Treason. Sam looked up at his father in disbelief What have you got to do with this? He didn't want to read on, but it was like the piece of paper was a magnet, forcing his eyes to continue reading.

Ed didn't like this. Sam's grip on his shoulder had tighten, his weight, heavier, as if he was using Ed as support rather than just a shield. "Sam, how you doing, buddy?" No answer. "Sam?"

"Ed, he's still reading and by the look on his face, his not liking it. I'm not sure we should let this continue." Jules informed her team.

"We don't have a choice at the moment, Jules. We pull Sam from this and it could escalate the situation. Until it comes to a point where Sam loses control, we can't pull him out." It was Greg's voice, still calm and reasonable, even when one of his own was in trouble.

"Yes, Sir." Ed and Jules said simultaneously.

I slipped back into our tent. I couldn't sleep. I thought about telling Sam, but this was big and I didn't want him involved. During the next few weeks I tried to gather as much information as I could. I've written everything down in my note book. Dates, times, and names of people involved.

Dad, I tried to be discrete but I think someone knows that I've been sneaking around. Our team's had so many close calls in the past week. Sam's instincts managed to keep us safe but I have this feeling that someone's trying to take me out and he doesn't care if he takes out my team with me.

I can't trust anyone except Sam, but I can't tell him what I know. He'll never be able to handle it. That is why I am leaving this letter and everything I have about this with Alaleh. She's a special girl, Dad. I was hoping I could bring her home to you and mom, but I'm not sure I can even get home now.

Dad, promise me that you'll make sure the people I've listed will get their day in court and pay for what they've done to our country. And if you can, please keep Sam out of this. Please try your hardest to protect Sam from all of this. He's my best friend. We've already lost Matt, and he's about to lose me. He's going to be a mess and he doesn't need to be involved in this.

I love you, Dad and tell mom, I love her too. Tell her I'm sorry.

With love from your son,

Ben.

Sam hands were shaking so badly the letter slipped from his hand and the breeze from the door blew it towards Jules. Jules picked it up. She looked up at Sam and saw that he was trying to hold himself together. He still had one hand on Ed's shoulder, his other hand rubbing his eyes. When Sam finally thought he got his emotions under control again, he took a deep breath through his nose and looked up. His eyes zeroed in to his father's. "Sir, I need you to tell me something." Sam didn't take his eyes off his father as he spoke.

George nodded, he knew what Sam was about to ask. "Yes, Son, your father's name is on the list." Sam's face screwed up in pain. He put a hand over his mouth to stop the scream he wanted to let out, but he controlled himself just as quickly as he let himself go.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but I'm an officer of the law and a man is presumed innocent until he is proven guilty in this country." Sam put up a hand up when George was about to protest. "I'm not saying Ben's lying, but he's my father, Sir, I have to give him the benefit of the doubt. I have to give him a chance to defend himself." Sam still hadn't taken his eyes off his father until now. "Please, Sir." The words came up as a desperate plea.

"Sam, we're all blind here. What's happening?" Greg's asked. He was inside the truck watching the scene play out.

Sam didn't answer, but Jules did. She knew the letter was for Sam's eyes only but the team needed intel into why this was all happening and how to help Sam. "Boss, the General may be involved in a cover up and treason." Sam's head swung to Jules. Jules saw betrayal and shock. "I had to Sam, you know I did." It hurt her to think that she betrayed Sam and Sam was still clear-minded enough to see it.

"I understand."

Jules nodded. "Sir, I'm coming to you." She didn't want to leave Sam, but one look at Wordy at the door told her that he had his back. She left the same way she came in.

George knew it was time to let this man in front of him talk, after all this was what he wanted in the first place. He reached around the General's head and ripped off the duct tape, feeling a little satisfied knowing it hurt. The General's face was no longer scared, it was red with anger. Without even waiting for Sam to talk he started yelling at him. "What kind of a police officer are you, letting this man do this to me! I'm your father, not just one of your subjects! I knew this job was wrong for you, but you wouldn't listen, would you? When will you learn that your father knows best?!"

Ed was tempted to shoot the General right then and there and let this day be over with. This man wasn't a father, Ed should know, he's a father himself and no matter how frustrated he got with Clark, he would never talk to his son the way General Braddock was talking to Sam.

"With all due respect, Sir, SHUT THE HELL UP!" Sam shocked his entire team with his outburst. Sam didn't see it, but Ed smiled at the shocked expression on the General's face. Obviously, Sam had never shown any disrespect in front of him before.

"What did you just say to me?" The General's tone was dangerous.

"You heard him, General and I would take his advice. You do still have a gun to your head." Ed advised him in a condescending tone. He ignored the glare he got from the man in the chair. George nudged him with the gun to emphasise Ed's comment. General Braddock knew when he was beat.

"Sir, there are some damning accusations in the letter Ben wrote to his dad. Please tell me it's not true." Sam spoke in a calm and slow tone.

"I don't know what you're talking about." The General denied.

"LIAR!" George's grip on his gun tightened.

Ed took aim, ready to take out the subject. "Sir!" Sam put a hand out in front of him to gesture stop as well as showing he was no threat. "Sir, you want the truth and so do I. Please don't kill him until we find it." When George relaxed a little, Sam made another gesture with his hand. "Sir, Ed's job here is to take you out if you do anything that tells him you will shoot. The way you're hold your gun, that tells Ed that you want to kill. Now, I don't want you to die. You're a good man, trying to fulfil his son's last wish, and I know Ben didn't want this. He doesn't want you to die. Please lower your gun. My father isn't going anywhere, you got him tied down good."

George's eyes moved from Sam to Ed. Ed's eyes were sure and his hands were steady. George knew what Sam was saying is true; Ed wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He nodded and lowered the gun to his side. "Thank you, Sir."

"That's good, Sam. You did real good." Greg said from his position in the van. He was still a little shaken from what he had just read in Ben's letter. If it was true and the General was involved in treason, this goes way beyond what they usually handled. Greg took off his headset and got the others in the truck to do the same. "Spike, contact CFNIS, inform them of the situation." He didn't understand why George didn't go to them in the first place.

"How much do I tell them?"

Greg paused and thought about that, "Tell them we have a situation involving a Canadian Army General and possible treason. We'll keep them informed."

"On it."

"Jules, what's your take on the situation?"

Jules forehead was riddled with worry lines, "I'm more concerned about what we're about to find out from the General."

Greg agreed, "Me too, but let's see how this plays out." He put his headset back on.

CFNIS

Agent Jonathan Schmidt knew something was wrong when he heard two agents were dispatched to take General Braddock into custody. This was bad. He couldn't be sure how much evidence there is but if the General is going to be arrested then they needed to be careful.

"Sir…" Schmidt said as soon as his phone call was answered.

"I know." General Corby answered in a deadly voice. "You need to get out of the agency right now. I'll call you later with instructions. This has to do with Ben Worthington's father."

"How did you know that?"

"I found out he had a visit from a soldier a couple of months ago, that delivered him a package."

"You think Ben Worthington managed to get evidence sent over there."

"Yes, and he must keep it on him at all times, because I've already sent people to turn his house upside down. I'll call you later today."

"Yes, Sir." With that Agent Jonathan Schmidt left the agency without a word to anyone.

West End

Sam shook a little less after receiving his boss's approval. "Sir, tell me the truth about Ben's death." He asked his father.

The General smirked. "You know, son. I've been protecting you from this but if you insist, here it is. The truth is Ben was the one committing treason, he was the one smuggling fire arms!"

"Lies! Lies! How dare you taint my son's name to save yourself?" Again George was escalating. The gun was rising again. Sam could feel Ed ready to fire. Sam tried to see past his shock and tears, to come up with some wise words to stop what was about to happen, but he couldn't, so he did the only thing he could think of to do. Sam pulled his gun and shot in the air, then pointed the gun at his father. George froze. His gun hadn't risen above half way. Ed still had his gun pointed at George, but Wordy came out from behind the wall and was pointing a gun at Sam.