Logan's smile grew wider as the click was heard. He didn't need to look down however, he simply stared in satisfaction as Greg realized what had just happened. "Pressure bomb," he announced. Jules tensed up behind him. "But you knew that already," he continued. "Now don't move too fast, I'm not done here just yet," he added with a smirk.

Jules shifted uncomfortably and Logan looked back at her before going over to crouch in front of her chair and work on the wires.

Greg didn't move, his eyes fixed on Jules. "Logan, why are you doing this? This won't prove anything!" he said trying to draw Logan's attention to him and not Jules.

Logan ignored him for a moment as he concentrated on the bomb. Jules exchanged a worried look with Greg. He connected and twisted the last wires so they held together, however he didn't switch it on for now, it wasn't time just yet.

He finally looked back at Greg. "I will prove that you need me more than you gave me credit for, Sergeant Parker," he said before spinning Jules' chair a bit so she and Greg were face to face. "If one goes off…" he let them finish that thought, looking between the two who were now staring at him.

Greg shook his head. "Logan, this ends now. Let her go. We can talk about it, alright?" he tried to negotiate.

"There's nothing to talk about," he simply said before giving his partner a head sign towards the exit. "Try not to move too much," he said before he exited, closing the door behind him.

Greg watched Jules for a moment after the men had gone. "I'm sorry," he said quietly after a short while as he looked down at his feet. He knew if he moved an inch the whole thing would blow - he willed Spike to hurry up and arrive.

Jules kept observing him. She had not dared break the silence. She knew he was kicking himself for this but she didn't blame him, she ignored his apology because she didn't feel like she deserved one. "What was that all about?" she finally asked.

For a moment Greg contemplated avoiding the question but the look she was giving him and the current position they both were in didn't warrant it - she deserved to know. "Logan is angry at me - at us - at the SRU." He kept looking away, hiding his own anger at the situation and his fear for their lives - her life more than his own. "I'm sorry Jules," he said again softly trying avoid talking about it.

Jules gave him a thorough look for the first time since she'd woken up. He looked beat down and completely exhausted, his traits were drawn but most of all, she hated the sorrow in his eyes. "Unless you ordered this whole deal, you have nothing to feel sorry for," she said after a moment, trying to lighten the mood with one of her sarcastic comment.

Greg sighed as he searched Jules' eyes, in the light of the room they could see they were in a bare cement room with a thick wooden floor and no windows. A step down led to the door behind him which was locked. Not that either of them could reach it anyway.

Jules' eyes met his and she frowned slightly. "Who's Logan anyway?" she asked with concern, curiosity burning her, especially since it might explain the bad situation they were in.

"A bomber," he said in one breath, hating that he had to describe him as such.

Jules held back a comment. Somehow, the bomb attached to her had told her that.

"He tried to apply to the SRU, as a Bomb Tech. When he was rejected, he tried to blow up our HQ, Spike defused the bomb." A moment and Greg sighed. "This was a few years ago."

"Why was he rejected?" she asked. This must have been before her time as she didn't recall the case.

"He didn't meet the requirements - we only had one spot and several applicants." A beat and he looked to her properly. "The spot was taken as soon as his application was rejected."

There was an odd expression in his eyes and Jules frowned slightly. "By whom?" she asked.

Greg shook his head. "Jules," he said softly, unwilling to give her a straight answer.

Jules nailed him with a look. "Who?" she asked again stubbornly. "We need to know why this guy wants to blow us up!"

Greg looked away and then down at the bomb, his feet were beginning to ache and for a second his mind flashed back to Lou but he blocked it out.

As his eyes moved back to her, there was something unsaid in them that gave Jules her answer. "By me." It wasn't a question. She pursed her lips and looked away.


Back at HQ, Wordy was frowning as he leaned against the door of the truck. He rubbed his face thoughtfully.

Ed noticed Wordy's look and gave him a gentle pat in the back. "What is it, Wordy?"

"I keep thinking I know that voice," Wordy said quietly "I can't place it but I know it from somewhere."

"Good, that's good," Ed said with a nod. He searched Wordy's eyes. "Keep on that train of thought," he added, willing him to remember.

Wordy thought hard. "I keep thinking about the recruitment videos. You remember how Greg would sit and watch the old ones? I keep getting flashes of that and I don't know why."

Ed nodded again and trusting Wordy's gut, he dug into his own memory. "Someone that didn't get picked…" Ed thought out loud. The last person to be on the team through these procedures had been Lou. The one before that was Jules. He exchanged a look with Wordy, wondering if they were having the same thoughts.

Wordy nodded and they rushed over to the lobby.

"Winnie!" Ed said as they approached the desk. "Old recruitment videos! Call up Jules' and any applicants that were applying for the same spot she applied for."

"Copy!" Winnie obeyed.

There were hundreds but it was a good start. Looking through the list, they might remember something and figure out who it was without the need to watch them all one by one.

As the list came up on the screen Wordy scanned them with his eyes - looking for a name that rang a bell.

Spike ran in from the command truck at that moment. "Nothing cross-referenced, I'm sorry Ed. I looked hard - I can't see anything."

"That's because he's not a subject," Ed said as he looked over at him.

Wordy pointed to the screen under Spike's frown. "Twenty of them didn't appreciate being declined. There's a mark next to them, they tried to apply again several times."

Ed quickly looked down the list, concentrating on those Wordy had pointed out. He frowned when his finger stopped on one particular name where the mark was different and referred to a case number. "Thomas Logan," he said out loud, looking sideways at Wordy.

"Logan," Wordy repeated as the events came flooding back into his mind. "Winnie! Find out where he is."

"Copy." Winnie said and quickly checked up the records. "He was arrested after he attempted to blow up the HQ, did time for a year and was released before he dropped off the radar. Nothing on him until early this year."

"We need an address!" Ed urged and Winnie simply returned to her screen.

Spike's face lit up as he finally recalled the name, his brows rose. "That guy..." A beat. "Left a huge bomb in the middle of our training room then stood outside talking to me about how he had no hard feelings that I was the demolition expert -" he was cut off as Winnie interrupted him mid rant.

"Got him, he lives in a rented apartment. Address on your PDAs," Winnie chimed.

"Sam, Leah!" Ed urged them through the earpiece as they were still by the SUVs, knowing he had to stay at the HQ to receive the next call.

"On it!" Sam headed for the SUV, jumping into the driver's side and once Leah was in, he hit the road.


Greg regarded Jules. "It wasn't your fault," he said shaking his head as slowly as he could manage - nervous that any motion would set off the bomb.

The lock turned behind him and Jules' eyes moved from Greg to the now opening door, revealing Logan walking in the room.

"Oh, how touching," Logan sneered as he saw them, walking in cautiously. "And for the record it was her fault," he added, sending her an icy glare.

Jules' eyes narrowed as he spoke. In his stare, she could feel the hatred he had for her, the way he looked down at her as if she was not fit for the job. Great. So on top of being a crazy bastard, he was probably a sexist pig.

"She didn't purposely steal it from you," Greg answered, hating that he couldn't turn to face Logan. "The spot was competitive - you, her and hundreds of other applicants wanted that spot. She did the same assessments you did."

Logan chuckled as he tore his gaze away from Jules and walked further into the room so Greg could see him sideways. "But what did she have that I didn't?" he asked. "I mean, as you can see - I'm good with bombs," he started.

"Logan, the original application wasn't for a bomb technician," he answered honestly.

"Then what was it for?"

"It was a sniper position," Greg gave Jules a look telling her to negotiate with him, he couldn't turn his body around, meaning he couldn't connect with him properly.

Jules eyes moved to Greg momentarily and she hesitated, unsure she was the right person to make him see reason. He blamed her for not getting in after all. As she looked back at Logan, she tried to straighten up but ended up wincing from the pain in her shoulder. "Look, we all work hard to get in. I fought for my place in that team and I'm lucky they needed a sniper at that moment." She paused and turned to Greg for him to fill in.

"I could have been trained as a sniper," Logan butted in defensively.

"No," Greg shook his head. "That's not how it works, it's not only the sniper issue."

"Why?" Logan asked. "Why? I mean... why couldn't you just have kicked out the bomb technician?"

Greg looked to Jules then back at him. "Logan, here's the honest truth. You didn't fit the requirements both emotionally, mentally and physically. Simple as that," he said, carefully holding his hands up.

Logan rose a brow. "And she did?"

"Let her go, Logan," Greg continued, ignoring his question.

Jules looked from Greg to Logan. The reasons for the man's refusal were rather obvious. He wasn't mentally stable, at least not in Jules' eyes. She held his stare for a moment. She knew she had pissed off so many men when Greg had chosen her over them all but it had also been the proudest accomplishment of her life. She wasn't going to let Logan screw it all up for her and make her feel like she had not deserved it.

Logan laughed. "No. I want your team to find you then just when all seems to fail, I'll come in and save the day. Then you will all see how good I am."

Greg looked at Jules as Logan practically danced out of the room.

Jules watched him leave and let out a sigh. She tried shifting her position and grunted in frustration as the pain struck in her shoulder again due to the harsh way her hands were locked together in her back. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed loudly before giving a slight shake of the head and pursing her lips. "I feel like a damn damsel in distress," she muttered through gritted teeth, hating to be so powerless and at the mercy of a lunatic.

A smile crept on Greg's lips upon hearing her, knowing how she hated to be helpless or treated any differently from the guys. She was usually fierce and determined, he knew this situation probably hurt her pride more than anything else.

Jules noticed it and narrowed her eyes slightly in a questioning look. "What?" she asked as a smile appeared on her lips as well, reading the man's thoughts.

Greg shook his head softly. "Jules," he responded, giving her a knowing look. There was a silent exchange between the two of them and for a moment, a slight laughter replaced their worry. However, this feeling quickly dropped back to their current anguish.

Jules took a deep breath and remained silent for a moment, thoughtful. With all this, a question was burning her lips.

Greg looked over at her. "What is it Jules?" he asked after a moment as he studied her.

Her eyes met his. As ever, he could read her better than anyone else. She hesitated again. With the last few days they've had and now this, she constantly felt overwhelmed with emotions, especially when it involved Greg. "Why did you chose me?" she asked after a moment, a slight frown appearing on her features.

He could say the same thing he'd told Logan but she wanted to know the truth. "Sometimes I sit and watch your recruitment video, I listen to you tell me how much you went through in your youth."

Greg marked a short pause and Jules' mind wandered back to the previous day at the school. To the kid they had lost. Hanson. She felt her heart well up as she thought of him, of how much he had reminded her of herself at his age. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to think of what she could have done differently, how she could have approached him to make sure they didn't need to go lethal...

"Don't do it, Jules," Greg cut in, interrupting her thoughts, knowing what she had on her mind. Then taking a breath, Greg continued. "During that interview, you made me think of myself as a kid and as an adult." Again Greg took a pause watching her closely. "We all went through something in our lives that helps us be good at what we do today." Greg watched her for a second. "You? You had a way that showed you as different from everyone else. You're strong, determined, stubborn, empathetic. You understand people."

Truth be told, Jules had not expected him to be so forthcoming with his answer. She listened to him without interrupting and she felt a lump in her throat. A smile crossed her lips when he mentioned she was stubborn and she looked down slightly, finding a sudden interest in her trouser. She met his eyes again and felt strong guilt washing over her. He had just proven how connected they were with those simple words, how their relationship was much more than one of a boss and his teammate. "I'm sorry I was such a jerk yesterday," she said after a moment.

"No." Greg felt the overwhelming urge to reach out to her and hug her again - but he couldn't. Instead he shook his head, nailing her with a familiar look. "No," he said firmly.


Reaching the front door of Logan's apartment, Sam shared a look with Leah. Then stepping back he braced and kicked the door down.

"SRU!" Leah entered first and Sam followed behind her, clearing the appartment. Once they had gone through every single room of the small apartment, Sam entered the living room and gaped as he registered what he saw. "Leah… come see this," he said softly.

Leah approached Sam's side and followed his gaze. There were journal clippings covering the entire wall about SRU cases, a bunch of pictures, mostly of Greg, some of Jules and a few of the whole team. Frowning slightly, Leah looked down at the living room table where another few piles of paper had been left and shuffled them with her gloved hand to see what was underneath. Mostly, it all came back to the same. The man had a fixation on Team one.

"Talk to me, Sam," Ed responded from the HQ, leaning on Winnie's desk.

"Photos, newspaper articles... everywhere… This guy's been stalking every Team one call out since…" he paused and looked over at a few of the dates. Some went back to six years before, "...since the year Jules applied. This guy's been watching your every move, especially Greg and Jules."

Ed could feel his teeth clench again as Sam spoke. He shook his head softly. They had their guy but it was not gonna bring Greg and Jules back in any way unless they found out more.

Leah had already gone to the bedroom while Sam had remained in the living room. She opened the wardrobe and her eyes widened. "Sam," she called out.

"Hold on, Ed," Sam hurried to Leah's position and stepped up behind Leah.

He froze for a moment. There were loads of explosive material piled up, wires, liquids, timers… "Spike you gotta see this," Sam fished out his PDA took a picture and sent it to him.

After a second, Spike let out a choke and he gasped. Wordy went over to him and gripped him gently. "Come on buddy, focus."

Ed gave a look over at Spike, letting Wordy go to him first. He moved closer after a moment and peaked over his shoulder. "What is it, Spike?" he asked.

Spike held out the PDA to him numbly, his eyes quickly scanning what he could see on the small screen. "All the ingredients you need," he started but trailed off.

"For what?" Wordy asked gently.

Spike gave Wordy a look and then looked back at Eddie. "Unless he had it there for decoration..."

"Spike!" Ed cut him off in his usual stern tone. They didn't have time for this, if it meant Greg and Jules' lives were even more at risk, they needed to know fast.

"It's what you need to make two types of bomb - pressure bomb, and a timer bomb."

Ed nervously rubbed his face and let his hand go up to his head as he stared down at the photo on Spike's phone. "What kind of damages?" he simply asked, unable to form more words.

"Depends on the explosion he wants to create and the amount of components he used. From what I see, each bomb could take out up to a block or so." A beat. "But if this guy triggers both to go off at the same time - more than that." Spike paused and took a deep breath, looking from Ed to Wordy. "We have to find him. Now," he added as his voice wavered.

Ed took a deep breath. "Sam?" he asked, wondering if they had anything else at the house that would help them get a location.

Sam had resumed his search of the apartment with Leah. As they tossed the place he found what looked like diagrams and plans - he took a photo and sent it to Spike and Eddie. "I got something, looks like plans for a room."

Leah was rummaging through the man's clothes, trying to find anything hidden that would give them some sort of clue.

"Any details on where that could be?" Ed questioned as he looked at the new picture on Spike's PDA.

"Not really. It has specifics for materials and another with ground analysis..." he cut off he recognised the specs. "It's an underground shelter, Ed."

"Bring back everything you can," he instructed. With the ground analysis, they could probably figure out in which area it would be located and cross-reference it with Logan's info to find a common denominator.

"Copy!" Sam said before gathering everything into a pile.

"Copy," Leah responded as well, grabbing all the clippings she could gather, taking out the ones she figured were the most important from the living room walls.

Spike looked up at Eddie, then straightening up he headed for the truck that held his Babycakes and gear.

Ed gave Spike a nod and watched him as he moved, knowing he was going to gather what he would need to disarm whatever bombs the man had set up. He couldn't say he had enjoyed anything from this situation so far but this feeling got way worse when the possibility of a bomb was mentioned.

"Ed! We have prints! They Match Logan," Winnie suddenly called out.

At this point, they pretty much knew who they had to deal with already as all the evidence was pointing towards him but it was good to have a confirmation that they were looking in the right direction.

Spike reached the truck and as he grabbed the door handle, his hands began to shake. He backed up from the truck and then frustrated, he began to kick out at the back wheel.

As he heard Spike rummaging by the trucks, Ed shot a quick glance in that direction. "Thanks Winnie," he answered absent-mindedly. He exchanged a look with Wordy and moved over to the garage.

"Spike?" he asked calmly as the young demolition expert came into view.

Spike paused in his frustration and shook his head. "I'm fine," he said, his back to Eddie and trying to bring up a wall but failing.

Ed simply stood there for a moment, observing him cautiously. His right brow rose slightly and he waited for Spike to keep talking. They both knew that "I'm fine" never covered it in this team.

Feeling eyes on him, Spike sighed. "I hate it Eddie," he finally whispered. "What if I can't do it? What if he has made a double bomb? How do I disarm both?" he grunted, venting his thoughts. His hand went to his wrist where Lou's bracelet was and he rubbed at it absentmindedly as if trying to comfort himself.

"Spike!" Ed said, trying to shake the man into his senses. "I can honestly say I know no one better at this than you are. If you can't do it, no one else can." He took a step forward and grabbed the man's shoulders spinning him around to face him. "We need you, more than anyone else. Now, are you with me?" he asked, holding his stare.

Spike tried to pull away but sighed and looked up at Ed - he wasn't able to ignore the thoughts of Lou every time a pressure bomb came into the equation. "Copy," he said softly.

Ed gave the man's wrist a look, it held Lou's bracelet. He pulled on his own sleeve to show him his. "We're not getting any more like these," he commented.

The sound of the SUV coming back tore Ed's gaze away from Spike. He observed it as Sam and Leah moved out quickly, their hands full of paper and rolls. "Alright let's get to it," he said, darting back to the lobby.

Spike nodded at that before heading over to meet Sam to grab the specs. He also knew Sam would have brought some of the bomb components with him after securing the apartment with some local cops.

Sam handed Spike the dangerous cargo which he had placed in a secure container before helping Leah carry the files and papers to the briefing room.

As they both met Wordy half way, he grabbed the paper with the planning permission info and took it to Winnie to work on.

Learning about those photos plastering the man's walls was one thing, actually seeing them was another altogether. They had gone into the briefing room to put everything down on the table and all look together at the whole picture. There were paparazzi and surveillance like shots, multiple clippings, most of them circled in red whenever it mentioned Greg's name. One of the most recent ones was from the previous day's papers. An article about a meth lab which an SRU officer had nearly perished in. A lump formed in his throat as he matched it with a shot of Jules speaking with Greg when he was by the ambulance. Another recent clipping was from that morning's edition. The school shooting.

"He purposely chose this particular moment to strike…" Ed said. "He knew we were spread thin."

"This guy's been at all our call outs, even before I came," Sam replied, noting the older pictures of Greg and Jules - in any other circumstance he would have commented how Greg and Jules had looked years ago but right now was not a good time.


Greg and Jules were watching each other as if trying to communicate silently when the door opened and Logan entered. Stepping around where he knew the bomb to be, he moved so he could see both of them. He let out a chuckle as he saw their expressions. "You two are like married or something?" he asked, noticing the way they were looking at each other.

"No," Greg answered, his attention turning to him. "What about you?" he asked, glad that he could see Logan's face. "You got family?"

Logan frowned. "Don't do that!" he said sharply.

Greg regarded him silently.

Jules looked up at Logan and seeing where Greg was going, she continued with his train of thought. "That's what we do Logan," she started. "We don't use force, we talk, we try to understand people, help them through the situation."

Logan spun around to face Jules. "Like you're trying to do now, huh?" He shook his head. "I don't need help, I'm not the one standing on a bomb." He jerked a thumb in Greg's direction.

"Logan, if you do this Team one will hunt you down," Greg said quietly. "They won't go easy on you - but if you let us go, they will."

"That's true only if they catch me. Besides, they can't kill me, they need me to disarm the bomb," he added and chuckled.

Greg didn't reply, he knew better than to mention Spike. He didn't want Logan to go running off after their only hope and kill him.

Logan smirked. "I'll be the hero of the hour!"

Jules looked up at him. "Logan, being a hero isn't what we're all about. You wanna be a hero, now?" she asked. Without waiting for him to answer, she continued. "You can do the right thing and call the team."

Logan hesitated momentarily then walked toward her. "You're right, I will," he said but there was something threatening about his look.

Instinctively, Jules leaned back as she could to keep as much distance from him as possible. He crouched down in front of her and made a final connection on the wires. The clock came to life, the red numbers seemed bright on her stomach and started descending slowly.

59:58, 59:57…