This chapter is really short because I don't have a lot of time today and i needed to post. If i have time i'll post again today. Sorry :(

Taylor did as she was told quietly, just as Ed attached it to a hook on the ground Taylor started to loose her balance.

With a screech the four year old tumbled off the rafter. Team one, Donna and Troy all held their breaths. Sam lunged off the ladder and grabbed her as she fell. Taylor and Sam both slammed into the wall, but they were alive. Everybody let out the breath they had been holding.

"Let's get them down." Ed ordered. Slowly the two were lowered. When his feet touched the ground, Sam let out a sigh of relief. Taylor started to cry again. Everyone was silent as the girls shoulders heaved with every sob. Sam embraced his daughter, quietly whispering to her, "You're okay. You're safe now. See? You're okay."

Taylor sniffled and looked at Sam, "Ow."

"Ow? Ow what?" He looked her over, searching for an injury. Then his eyes landed on a large bruise forming on the left side of Taylor's face. Sam sighed, "Oh... That ow. The wall?"

Taylor nodded, wiping her tears away.

She looked to Ed and the rest of her rescuers, "Thank you fors saving me."

"You're welcome, Taylor. We protect our own." Greg told her.

Taylor smiled and looked to Sam, "Home?"

"Sarge?" Sam looked to his boss.

"It's fine Sam, you can go home." Greg nodded. When Sam left Ed looked to his friend, "He did real good."

Greg nodded in agreement, pride clear in his eyes, "Above and beyond... Above and beyond."

"Sam wait!" Jules called after her friend.

"Jules, hi. I was just taking her home." Sam motioned to the four year old asleep in his arms.

"Oh... Well will you call me later? Just to make sure you both are alright?" Jules smiled at Sam.

"Sure, you can drop by at around... Five?" He told her trying to figure out when her shift was over.

"Sure! That will be great." She turned around. "I've got to get going. Bye Sam."

Sam turned back to his new red mini van, never in his life would he have even dreamed of driving a red car, much less a mini van.

Once he had buckled Taylor in the booster seat, he shut the door. When he turned around to go to the drivers seat he found himself looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Get in the van now."