Sam sat in the conference room, helping to put a report together to give to the Attorney General. It wasn't their job, it was a lawyer's job, but Thompson's lawyer wasn't trustworthy, so for now, they were all Thompson had. Spike and Lou had arrived about twenty minutes ago confirming Sam's theory. The guy only heard a scream and that was it, but he loved crime series and movies so much that he saw his chance to be a part of a real life crime. Just like the other two 'witnesses', he thought he was just helping to put away a killer.

"Idiot." Spike shook his head as he typed away, "I mean, who in the world uses a line from a movie as evidence!"

"I'm still finding it hard to believe that three separate witnesses lied!" Lou exclaimed, sitting next to Spike, "You spelt evidentiary wrong." Lou pointed to the screen, "It's "a" not "e"."

Spike slapped his hand away, "Spell check will fix any spelling mistakes, okay?"

Lou shrugged, "Just trying to help." Then pointed at the screen again, "It's…"

"Would you quit it?" Spike complained, moving over one seat and taking the computer with him.

Sam laughed at the best friends' antics. Life was always fun with these two around. He got up, using the table as leverage, "I'm going to get some water, anybody want some?"

Wordy, who was next to him, got up, "I'll get it, Sam."

Sam sighed, "Wordy, I'm fine, I can get it my…" The room started spinning, but unlike the first dizzy spell, this one didn't go away as fast. "…self."

Everyone stopped what they were doing when they saw Sam start swaying, "Sit down, Sam, before you fall down." Jules came up to him and pushed him back onto his chair. Sam frowned at her, trying to get her into focus, but it was so hard when the room wouldn't stop moving.

"Lean forward, Sam." Wordy pushed his chair in so that Sam could rest his head on the table. "Just breathe deep and it should pass."

Jules rubbed the back of Sam's neck, "You're a little warm." She looked at Wordy, worried. Wordy nodded at her and then left the room.

Sam didn't move, but he answered her, "Yeah, been feeling a little hot. That's why I was going for some water."

"I'll go get it." Lou said, glad he could do something. Spike continued typing. As much as he wanted to help Sam, there was nothing he could do and getting this report done will be helping in a more substantial way.

Wordy returned with a bowl of ice water and a towel. He soaked the towel and rung it out, folding it up he placed it on the back of Sam's neck. Wordy smiled when his friend moaned at the relief it gave him. "Bowl's right here if you need more."

Sam lifted his head up and when the room wasn't spinning anymore, he pulled off the cloth and dunked it back in the bowl, "Thanks." He groaned, ringing out the cloth and wiping his neck and face. Lou returned with a cold bottle of water that Sam took gratefully. He hung his head back in relief brought by the water and cold towel. "Thanks, guys." Sam groaned with his eyes closed. "When's the boss and Ed getting back?"

"They should be here soon."

"Yeah, and once I add their findings to this report, Ed can bring it down to Toronto Police and convince Henry Thompson to give us the antidote." Spike reported optimistically.

"Let's hope so." Sam pushed himself off the chair, "I'm gonna go get some fresh air."

"I'll come with you." Jules got up with him.

Sam smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek, "Give me a little time alone, if I'm not back in 20, you can come get me. I'll be on the roof." He moved off without waiting for an answered. He could feel his team's eyes on him as he walked away from them. Sam knew he was worrying them, but he just needed some time to himself. He hadn't even called his family yet and he didn't want to make the call in front of his friends. Sam climbed the stairs up to the roof, it was an easy climb, but Sam was still out of breath by the time he got to the top, however the cool air refreshed him. Sam pulled out his phone and dialled his parents' number. It was the General who picked up.

"Hello!"

"Hello, Sir."

"Sam? Why are you calling at this time? Shouldn't you be working?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm at work now, but something's happened and I needed to talk you, mum and Nat."

"Have you finally come to your senses and rejoin the army?"

Sam sighed, "You know, Sir, I really wish we could just talk without you bringing up the army."

"What else would we talk about?"

"Oh I don't know…I'm calling you out of the blue and you don't even ask me if I'm alright. If I told you I was dying, would you still ask me to rejoin the army?"

"Don't be so melodramatic, Son, why would you be dying? You sound fine to me."

Sam shook his head, this is the reason why he didn't want his team to hear his conversation with his father. They wouldn't understand, "Is mum there?"

"No, she's gone out with her friends to talk about the upcoming fundraiser. She, unlike you, is actually doing her part for the country."

"God dammit, dad, why can't I have one conversation with you without you trying to guilt me into going back? Do you have any idea what I've been through over there? Do you have any idea how many lives I've saved here at SRU? How much of a difference I've made? No, you haven't because you've never taken the time to listen to me, to see how much happier I am here." Sam took his a shaky breath, "I love you, Dad, and I know you think everything you do is for my own good, but I'm old enough to make my own choices. I love working at SRU and nothing will make me quit, not if I'm still breathing."

"Well then, Son. I don't think we have anything to say to each other."

Sam laughed, it was like this man wasn't hearing a word he was saying, but then again, Sam should've been use to it by now. "Tell mum and Nat, I love them." With that Sam hung up the phone. He guessed that call turned out about the way he expected it to. Exhausted from the conversation Sam slid to the floor, his back against the boundary around the roof. Sam closed his eyes and thought about things he should be doing before he died, but he couldn't think of anything. His friends were the people at SRU, and he's glad that he'll be spending the last day of his life with them. Sam took out his phone again, and put it on voice recording, "This is for my family at SRU. Greg, Boss, you've been like a father to me. You've helped me to understand that saving people's lives doesn't have to involve the use of a gun, that word's are so much more powerful. Lou, you're always so calm in situations, you've never shown any anger or frustration, just always cool and collected, that's something I still need to learn. Spike, you're easily the smartest guy I know, what you can do with a computer," Sam laughed, "It scares me sometimes, but what I'll be missing are your jokes and exchanges with Lou. In a job like this, your ability to make people laugh is a priceless skill. Yeah, I know, I'm so corny. Wordy, you always have the best advice and you're always around to give them. You make juggling this life with a family life so easy and I wish the day will come where I'll be asking you for advice when I have a family of my own. You're a good friend, Wordy. Ed," Sam smiled, "You're not the easiest guy to work with and yeah, we got off on the wrong foot, but you're my mentor and the team leader I had hoped I could become. You've made hard shots, but every one of your fatal shots are right and I know how hard it is to make those and not be driven mad by them. Just do me a favour and the next time the Boss asks you if you're okay, after a lethal, don't tell him you're fine. Talk to him and tell him the truth, because one day, it'll be too much and SRU can't lose someone like you. Jules…wow…Jules, what can I say? Yeah, that first day I saw you I just thought, 'She's sexy,' but after getting to know…" Sam swallowed, "well, there's no words that could describe how amazing you are, inside and out. You're sensitive, you're kind, you're considerate and on top of all that, you're beautiful. I have to say, God wasn't very fair, when he was dishing out the good stuff." Sam wiped away the tears, "I love you, Jules, I've never stopped loving you and I never will." Sam paused the recording and took in a deep breath, trying to gather himself before he finished, then pressed the record button again, "Thank you guys, for everything. SRU is where I belong and there is no place I would rather be." Sam stopped the recording and put his phone back in his pocket. He may not have been able to make peace with his dad but at least he knew that his friends would know how he felt about them. There is no way he would be able to tell them that in person, it would be too embarrassing and if he did manage to get out of this, well, Spike would never let him forget it.

Sam looked at his watch and figured his should head back down before Jules started worrying. He tried to get up but his arms and legs felt like they had just run a marathon. Sam sat back down and rubbed his shoulders and legs, to see if he could loosen his muscles. "Ah man, what the hell did this guy do to me?" Sam complained as he tried again, managing to get to his knees when a dizzy spell came over him again. "Great." He sat back on his legs and waited for it pass.

"Where have you been, brother?" Sam's eyes shot open at the voice.

"Ben?" Sam asked before passing out on the rooftop.