It was that day that he officially felt like a part of team three, and the first time he actually felt like a Sergeant, having made a call that he had never really had to make before. Donna had been up there for what he was sure had to have been hours, though he knew it might have only been minutes. All he knew for sure what that his perception of time had gone out the window, and all he could do was watch, and wait. Wait to make the call. It was up to him.
"Marie, if you could just put the gun down I'm sure we can get through this." Donna's voice was calm and collected. A routine negotiation, she told herself.
As instructed, Todd found himself a sierra position and the solution, and waited for Sam's scorpio. "Ok Donna, Todd's in position. Continue with negotiation but if that gun goes towards you again-"
"Got it." Donna shifted on the spot. "Marie, I realize you've had a rough day, and I'm not going to lie to you, you're in a lot of trouble. Thing is, you can still recover from this. I know you can. My team, they can help you. All you need to do is put that gun down."
They had been chasing the woman all day as she proceeded on a rampage through downtown Toronto. She had started out in the east end, where she shot her neighbours, then proceeded to shoot at will to get what she needed until she was at the opposite end of the city, including shooting two police officers who had tried to stop her from robbing a quickie mart.
"Marie, will you please just talk to me?"
The woman glared at Donna, gesturing ferociously with the gun. "What you can do is let me leave here."
"Marie I think we both know that that's not going to happen." The hand with the gun in it kept waving. "Listen to me: you need to put that gun down. If that gun points at a person, my team will shoot."
The woman laughed, a laugh that Sam was sure was going to haunt his dreams for the next several weeks, if not months. "I'm not going to do that."
"Why? Can you tell me why, Marie?"
"Because this is what I was meant to do."
"What was what you were meant to do? Die on a rooftop Marie? I know thats not what you want."
"No its not."Team three collectively held their breath, praying this was the connection Donna had been searching for. "What I was meant to do was kill people. Shoot them. I never realized until today. The first time I pulled that trigger. The power, the decisiveness. It's what I was meant to do."
The gun went towards Donna, finger on the trigger.
"Scorpio."

Donna peered down off the roof at Sam, the fear barely removed from her face, the newfound trust rising in it's place, the sadness of having watched someone die everlasting in her eyes. Sam returned her gaze with a quick nod, knowing they had just become an official team. He then turned to see a visibly shaken Todd releasing his grip on his rifle. The men exchanged quick nods before SIU officers walked them both to the cruiser.

Sam was left alone in that interrogation room for what felt like an eternity, waiting while Todd was questioned. He marvelled at the difference - it was one thing to pull the trigger, but it was something completely different to be the one who had made the call to do so. To have given the order to do so. He wasn't sure one was harder, just that there was a difference.
Finally SIU came in, questioned him. He was used to the questioning, the doubt in their voices as they heard what he had to say, often without completely understanding the true gravity of what had happened. He supposed they might have shot someone at some point in their careers, though as far as he knew none of them were ever SRU. If they had been they wouldn't be questioning him like that. Any SRU officer would have been able to look at the transcript and fully understand why, and wouldn't have wasted his time with redundant questions.
Had you exhausted the use of negotiation?
No. Negotiation would have continued had the subject not turned a loaded gun on my officer he thought, though he didn't dare say so. He knew that would lead to more questions that would ultimately just form a circle. A big, painful, soul crushing, circle.

When it was finally over he wrote out his report, then made his way to the locker room. He quickly got changed, just wanting to leave. He'd shower at home, all he wanted to do was not be stuck at HQ anymore. 3 hours in an interrogation room had done little to make him want to stay any longer than was necessary. Maybe Jules would be off shift on time today. They were both on days, so she shouldn't be done much later than him, even if his team was being sent home early due to the result of their last call. He checked the clock - 6:15 - Jules will be off in 45 minutes, that gives him enough time to go home, shower, order take out and have it waiting for her when she gets to his apartment. He supposed he'd have to learn to cook one of these days, but that day wasn't today.
He was so busy going through his mental list of take out menus that he nearly ran head first into Commander Halloran. "Oh, sorry sir. Just on my way out."
Halloran shook his head, "I'm afraid that won't be possible yet Sergeant." His face was serious, his tone even more so. "Doctor Toth is here."