A/N: Sorry for the long period of no updates. Life really caught up to me, and I've been picking up more hours at work, often resulting in over 10 hours of overtime. Cha-ching, right?

Anyways, where I left off was a natural stopping point, which I think created a HUGE amount of suspense. That being said, the second part of A New Beginningwill be happening at a much faster pace, and it will definitely require reading back to fully understand the sub-text to all OC/Character relationships.

As its also been proven, I tend to write very long winded Author Notes, especially so in my new crossover, featuring your favourite Flashpoint characters and the witty humour

belonging to the likes of Sheldon, Leonard and the gang over at The Big Bang Theory.

Like I said, I talk too much.

"What is it?" Greg asked.

I put the picture down on the table, picture side down, to let Parker read it, then flipped it over so he can look at the picture.

He immediately looked at me with concern. "You need to call your family."

"Yeah?" I asked, "What do I say?"

Greg paced down the length of the table then back to me.

"I'll get Spike in here. He should be able to tell us if the picture's legit."

"Then what? Bust down the door to Megan's classroom and say 'Hey come with me, because there's a crazy lunatic who has threatened to kidnap you.' "

BEEP! BEEP!

"Team One, hot call."

Me and Greg ran down to the garage, and the only words exchanged was "We'll get this sorted out, then save your daughter."

When we got to the call, me and Ed piled out of the SUV and joined Greg, Sam and Jules in the command truck.

"Ed," Greg started, "We need Spike inside on this one. Perra, you're on command duty."

"Roger that." I replied with, as I hung up my weapon and sat down at the chair.

"Bomb call." Greg continued, "Office building, two floors. Call made to 911 saying they planted a bomb to right the wrongs of this company."

I brought up some information on the screen. "Agri-Syn" I informed, "Canada's leader in agricultural produce. Just released two new crop pesticides that is extremely effective, but has shown to have some side-effects on the integrity of the soil afterwards."

"We got a trace on the 911 caller?" Ed asked me.

"Performing the triangulation now."

"So," Greg continued, "On site security has locked all entrances and exits, and has put the building into soft lockdown. All persons in offices are staying there, and security is actively patrolling to find anybody in the hallways."

"Tell Security to fall back," Ed instructed, "Jules, Spike, full building sweep until you find the bomb. Me and Sam will go knock on the door of our 911 caller."

"And your location is 124 Kipling. The home is registered to, get this; unlisted."

"Thanks Perra. Sam, lets move out." Ed said, leaving the truck behind Jules and Spike.

Greg sat down beside me, with this eyes going from the monitors to me several times.

"Something I can help you with?" I asked.

"I didn't put you in here because of what happened, you know that, right?"

"I know. Spike's our resident bomb expert, so he should be going in, not me."

"What do we got, Perra?" Greg asked, changing the subject.

"All cell signals blocked in and out- our frequencies only. Contacting Winnie to see if she can get a ATI on our triangulated signal position. On the right screen, full layouts of the building with our GPS overlay with Jules' and Spike's positions." I replied, as I changed the radio signal selector, "Alpha Team, what's your status?"

"Alpha team en route."

"Bravo team, what's your status?"

"No harm, on building sweep." relayed Jules, "Any more info to go on Perra, or are we still flying blind?"

"Alpha Team is on route to location. Alpha: what's your ETA?"

"Alpha Team on site. Preparing for hard entry on black wall."

"Roger that Alpha, please report in five."

I rolled over to the screen opposite and spoke into the annotation microphone. "Ten forty one AM. Bomb call to 911 dispatcher concerning local business Argi-Syn. SRU Team One on scene. Alpha Team comprised of Ed Lane and Sam Braddock on dynamic entry of triangulated 911 caller signal. Bravo Team- Jules Callihan and Michealangelo 'Spike' Scarlatti on building sweep searching for bomb. Explosives & Ballistics containment unit en route, ETA 120 seconds. Officer Kristopher Perrasmith and Sargent Greg Parker on post in command unit."

"Perra," came Ed's voice over the radio, as I rolled back over to the main screens, "Looks like no one's home, but this is definitely our guy. We got an explosives cache of nitroglycerin, different lengths of wires and other pieces that we could build a bomb with."

"Roger that Ed. We got schematics?"

"That's a negative." Sam responded, "We'll keep searching, but we got a name. Home is registered to a Donna Silversmith."

"Thank you Alpha Team, cross matching and referencing the name Donna Silversmith to all Agri-Syn employees."

"Include terminated employees." piped in Greg, "Could be pre-meditated. I'm calling into the big boss's office, see if they've had threats in the past or if they've just fired any aggressive employees."

"10-4" I replied, "Bravo Team- what's your status?"

"Basement clear." responded Jules, "We have a profile yet?"

"Not yet, boss is working on it."

Again, I slid over to the annotation screen. "Ten forty seven AM. Originating residence of 911 call registered to a Donna Silversmith. Alpha Team investigating residence in search of schematics related to bombs built. Sargent Greg Parker speaking to executives of company enquiring about threats and/or terminated employees. Name, Donna Silversmith being cross matched to all company databases. Team Bravo still performing building sweep."

"This is Bravo team to command," Jules signalled over the radio, "Basement is clear. Heading to first floor."

"Roger that Bravo. Check in at five." I responded, as I marked off the basement cleared on the on-screen building schematics. "Alpha Team- any news?"

"Not yet Perra." Ed replied, "We got a very disorganized subject. Could have possibly have had an accomplice."

"Roger that Alpha."

I turned to the radio unit, as I switched to a APB channel, "This is SRU Team One Officer Kristopher Perrasmith requiring immediate assistance from all available units in search of a 10-62, in relation to a 10-100. Subject is known to be residing at the address of 124 Kipling Avenue, and could possibly be in the area."

After sending out the APB, I switched the radio signal connected to SRU dispatch.

"Winnie, please cancel the ATI on 124 Kipling, and start searching for friends and family of a Donna Silversmith. Pull ATI if you must."

"10-4 SRU Team One." Winnie responded, "Cancelling ATI 124 Kipling and commencing search of records on Donna Silversmith."

"Check in at five please."

"Roger that."

Greg hung up the phone.

"Ok- get this. The team that developed the new products was fired two months ago."

"Reason?"

"They refused to answer, but to me, that's reason enough to hate your employer and go over the edge and plant a bomb at your old place of work."

"True." I responded, "But I got no hits to a Donna Silversmith in the Agri-Syn database of employees, including terminated ones."

"Maybe a friend or family member previously worked with Agri-Syn." Greg suggested.

"Its worth a shot. Lets hope Winnie can find us something."

Suddenly the radio crackled to life.

"SRU Dispatch to SRU Team One."

"10-4 SRU Dispatch, please proceed."

"Nothing yet on Silversmith, so I'm pulling an ATI on the information, but I did find a vehicle registered in her name- Red Ford Focus, license Juliet Tango Foxtrot Three."

"SRU Dispatch, please 10-9 your last 4."

"Juliet Tango Foxtrot Three."

As Winnie spelled out the license plate again, I wrote it down and handed it over to Parker.

"10-4 SRU Dispatch, please keep us posted."

Greg looked over to me. "You sure that's her plate?"

"Yeah. That's what Winnie found. When was the last time Winnie misinformed?"

"Never."

"Do you want me to put out an APB?"

"There has to be a military connection." Greg suggested again, as he engaged his radio, "Sam?"

"Yeah, boss?" Sam asked over the radio.

"You still got military contacts?"

"Yes sir."

"Contact them. See if they know anything about a Donna Silversmith. Might be involved in Special Forces, namely Joint Task Force."

"Roger that."

Greg looked back over to me.

"Never a dull moment, eh?"

"This is SRU Officer Kristopher Perrasmith to all available officers. Looking for a vehicle marker Juliet Tango Foxtrot Three, registered to a Donna Silversmith. Could be ex-military, may be armed. All units proceed with caution, and radio SRU Team One if found."

After putting out the APB, or All Police Bulletin, my focus turned back to the annotations.

"Ten fifty seven AM. SRU Dispatcher pulling ATI on suspect Donna Silversmith, and APB on her registered vehicle to all available units. Alpha Team still searching residence of Miss Silversmith and Bravo Team on building sweep of first floor."

"Perra, how's our profile going?" Jules asked.

"So far, it looks like one Donna Silversmith constructed a bomb, and could have possibly given it to a friend or family member that was previously fired from Agri-Syn. Most likely a disgruntled employee retaliation attempt."

"What about the makeup of the bomb?" Spike asked over the radio.

Before I could respond, Ed did: "Spike, I doubt is was wearing mascara."

Me and Greg heard Ed's smartass response and couldn't help but silently laugh.

"Seriously though- timer? Motion sensitive? Manual switching? RF switching?"

"Don't worry about frequencies Spike," I answered, "Ours only- in and out."

"Perra," Greg asked, as I spun around, "Any luck on the name cross-match?"

"Don't have any other name to cross match sir, still waiting on Winnie's info. She's due to check in though."

"It doesn't matter." me and Greg barely heard over the radio from Spike.

"Spike?" Greg asked, "Can you speak up? Jules?"

"SRU Officer Jules Callihan returning to command centre." Jules informed.

I looked up to the GPS overlay on the map, and noted Jules' position returning the way it came.

"She's coming back." Greg thought out loud, "Why's she coming back?"

"I don't know." I responded, as I engaged the radio, "SRU Officer Callihan, what's your 10-9A?"

Jules' crackled over the radio, "Content of 10-100 found. Following orders of bomb technician on scene."

"No more than one man down range." I murmured to myself, as I tagged Spike's location, as it was also the location of the bomb.

Jules entered the command truck.

"He found the bomb?" I asked.

"Yeah." she responded, as she hung up her MP5, and sat down behind me, facing another set of monitors, "1st floor, outside the 2nd storage room south of white wall."

"Ok..." I thought, as I started losing concentration...

I hope she's ok, I hope she's ok...

Suddenly the silence was broken when Jules spoke into the annotation mic, "Officer Julianna Callihan in command truck awaiting further instructions."

"We got a secure perimeter?" I asked Greg.

"Yeah, two officers at every exit. Ready to fall back if required."

"10-4" I responded, as I radioed to Spike, "Spike- what do we got?"

"Its not good. We got a timer. We got motion sensitive switches, and if we got chemicals stored in this storage room, we're looking at a big boom."

"Roger that." I responded.

"Perra," Spike radioed back, "Permission to start bomb analysis."

"Permission granted. Check in at five. Will work on getting those schematics."

I looked over to Jules so was still sitting there awaiting instructions.

She smiled back. "Its a lot of work." she said.

I smiled back, "Yeah it is."

I looked up and noticed Greg wasn't in the truck, so I motioned to Jules a palm over the microphone, which is silent code for 'turn your mic off.'

"What's up?" she asked.

"Its Haley. She wasn't too enthused when I told her I was coming back to work. We've been fighting over the past week about the stupidest things."

"And you don't know what to do?"

I looked up at Jules into her 'pierce-your-soul' eyes, as I nodded.

"You love her, right?"

"I do."

"Than that's all that matters."

"No it isn't." I said, as I took out the threatening picture with the caption, and handed it to Jules.

In the same motion, I spun around back to the screens, and turned on the radio, just in time too, as Greg entered the truck.

Greg saw the picture I handed to Jules.

"You decided to share." he said, as he sat in the middle.

"Yeah, I decided to share."

"Alpha Team- do we have schematics yet?" I asked.

"Not yet." Ed answered, "but we're getting close."

"How so?"

"We found an unsecured computer. Sam went into the browser history and found some online bomb schematics she must've looked at."

"What about Sam's military contacts?"

Sam responded, "Nothing. If Donna Silversmith is military, she's under the radar."

"10-4." I responded, and turned around to overhear some instructions Greg was giving Jules.

"Find a location for both Megan and Haley Perrasmith. Once found, commission an officer to pick them up and to secure them in SRU base."

"Boss, you don't need to-" I started.

"Hey, Perra. You're doing an excellent job buddy. Keep up your focus, and don't worry- its the least I can do."

I nodded in agreement and turned around, as I radioed into Spike. "How much time we got?"

"Based on my analysis- three minutes."

"What?"

"Yeah." Spike replied, "Three minutes, 180 seconds, whichever way you want it."

Greg radioed Spike, "Spike, you need to get out of there."

"No! I can do this!"

"Spike!" Greg yelled into the radio, as he left the command truck.

"Alpha Team- please expedite." I radioed, "We have minus 180 seconds."

"Found it!" Ed said, "Scanning into the PDA."

Jules looked over to me, "That's going to take forever."

"Not if I use our main server." I said, as I typed extremely fast, as I shut down the entire Wi-fi system local to the truck, so the upload and download time of the PDAs, which use the same Wi-fi would be faster, than if everything else was running and trying to access the system.

"Start your upload Alpha."

"Upload commencing."

Over to my left, Jules had finished what Greg had assigned her to, and was starting to time down our remaining time on her watch. "100 seconds"

"We got schematics yet?" Spike demanded over the radio.

"Not yet Bravo," I responded, as I selected the schematic scans from the upload server and started the download.

"Eighty seconds."

"Boss- you need to fall back." I radioed to Parker.

The download was at fifty percent.

All of a sudden I heard a screaming match on the radio.

"Spike- let's go!"

"Boss- no more than..."

"I don't care Spike, you have to move!"

"Sixty seconds."

Download at ninety five percent.

"I can do it!" Spike yelled into the radio.

Christ, that was loud.

"Thirty seconds."

Download complete.

"Perra, north or south of our source?" Spike asked.

I opened the scans of the schematics and immediately found the source, or the location of the voltage. From there, I assumed Spike was looking to disable the timer, so he'd be looking for a hot wire going to the timer.

"Fifteen seconds."

"South of source, most likely covered with dummy wiring- look for the wire that's bridging the resistor- that's your wire" I instructed over the radio.

A few seconds passed, and just as Jules was going to announce 'ten seconds' Spike came over the radio.

"Timer neutralized."

Me and Jules breathed a sigh of relief.

"Spike's amazing, isn't he?" I said with a smile.

Suddenly, I felt Jules' hand over my radio, as she disabled my mic.

I looked over to her, as she disabled hers.

"What is-" I started, but didn't get a chance, as she, with lightning speed, and what seemed like a burning desire, kissed me.

Jules got up from her chair, while still kissing, and planted herself on my lap.

Why can't I stop myself? I thought, as I kissed back. Haley...I'm married. We've been fighting...

Over at the monitors Jules was attending to, a small beeping sound started.

Jules finally came to stop, and sat back down on her chair, and rolled over to the monitors, leaving me wide mouthed.

Suddenly, I heard heavy set foot steps leading up into the truck, so I turned towards my monitors and spoke into the annotation microphone, "Eleven Oh-Six AM, Bomb Technician Spike Scarlatti disables timer on explosive device."

Behind me, Ed and Sam piled into the truck. "Hey Perra." Ed said, as he sat down beside me.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Donna Silversmith was picked up by an undercover unit. She was packing a prohibited barrel length Glock, and was brought in for possessing a prohibited firearm. When she was questioned about the bomb, she gave up her friend Amy Dams pretty quick."

"Nice." I replied, as I quickly started a name cross-reference, "Spike, you got the motion switches disabled yet?"

"Not yet, working on it Perra- you mind sending those schematics my way?"

"Sure thing." As I sent the schematics to Spike's PDA.

Over from the other side of the truck, I could barely make out a hushed conversation between Jules and Sam.

Focus Kris, focus.

But I couldn't.

The kiss. What the hell did that mean? What about Megan? Well, I suppose her and Haley are safe. What about Matthew?

"Hey Perra," Ed said to me, "Why don't we step out and get some air?" he strongly suggested.

"Yeah. Ok. Sam- you mind keeping status on Spike so he doesn't blow himself up?"

"Sure thing." Sam nodded, as he rolled over to my side on the wheeled chair.

Me and Ed stood and left the truck.

As soon as we got out, I took a huge breath of fresh air. It really does...

"What the hell is going on in there?" Ed confronted.

"What do you mean?"

"You were distracted. You had a blank stare on your face, and you were trying to listen in on Sam and Jules' conversation. What's going on?"

"It's nothing."

Ed gave me his stare of steel. "I can tell when I'm being lied to Perra."

"You know that mail that has been in my locker since before I got shot?"

"Yeah."

"It had a picture of Megan in it. Probably taken with a disposable camera, since its all grainy. From a distance too, so she probably didn't know she was being photographed. It had a threat written on the back of it, Ed."

Ed bit his tongue and responded, "Does Greg know about this?"

"I showed him just before we got called out."

"Sorry I bit your head off then." Ed apologized, "You do know about Jules and Sam's history, right?"

"No."

"They've been dating, and hiding it from me and the boss for almost eight months. It's what caused the big Dr. Toft inspection."

"Ok. Didn't know."

Ed suddenly looked around and got a bit closer. "Keep this between you and me?"

"Yea, of course." I said, as I removed my headset, as Ed followed suit.

"I think they're on the outs. While you were out for the past month, Jules has been coming to me on advice. Like, 'I like this one guy, and he's a really good friend. How should I tell him that I like him?' "

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Ed said, as he put his headset back in, "Its like being in high school all over again."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noted Greg and Spike walking calmly towards the truck.

"All defused?" I asked.

"All defused." Spike said with a huge smile.

Ed smiled wide and followed Spike into the command truck.

Greg approached me. "You have some stuff to deal with. Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Go to the station, get changed, go home, be with your family."

Battling the sun in my eyes, I looked up to Greg, "To be honest, I don't know if I want to go home."

"What's going on?"

"Haley wasn't too excited when I told her I was coming back to work."

Greg smiled back. "Don't worry, she'll come around."

Over the headsets, we heard the signature alarm horn.

"Team One, hot call." Winnie came through.

"Winnie, look's like we're going to be a man down. Bump team six up from patrol, and we'll replace them." Greg instructed.

"Ok," Winnie hesitated, "I'll finish the call sheet anyways- assault on a police officer and armed abduction of a teenager at Warden Secondary School. Teenager is...hold on- Megan Perrasmith. Any relationship to our Perrasmith?"

Hearing the call for myself, I looked to Greg.

"We have to take that call." I insisted, as the rest of the team piled out of the command truck.

"Perra." Spike said, "Megan?"

"We better get going then." Sam suggested as he pointed to the SUVs.

Parker sighed heavily. "Can you stay objective Perra?"

"Yes sir."

"Anything I ask you to do, you'll do it?"

"Yes sir."

"We better get going then," Greg said, as we started for the SUVs, "Time's a wastin'. "

A/N: I love it! I hope you do. Now that I'm back from my haitus, I'm fresh with ideas, and have actually planned out my next 4 chapters! Cheers!