I hope yall are liking this storyline. I PROMISE I will get back to the kids once I kinda play around with the team and stuff for a few chapters!
Enjoy!
"Sarge—What is it?" Jules asked as the team ran out to the trucks in their black t-shirts, uniform pants and boots. None of them were ready for a call—they weren't even supposed to be on call. As they fumbled through the backs of the trucks for any vests they could find, they loaded their guns and took position in the trucks. "I'll tell you on the way—Head down Rose and onto the highway."
Everyone nodded as they headed down the road.
"Okay team—stay calm—but we've got a carjacking that's turning into a high speed chase." Greg explained.
"What? Boss—That's nothing." Ed joked,
"No Team—They've got a lady and a small child held hostage. Winnie—any more info?"
"No Boss—Nothing yet."
"Okay keep us posted."
"Copy."
Everyone looked over at their partner as they got nervous about the situation.
"Okay Boss—It's a silver sedan, heading west on Rose."
Jules choked back tears. If what she thought was happening, was actually happening, she didn't know what she could do with herself.
"Okay team—Let's get this guy." Greg knew in the back of his mind that the chances of this being a very dangerous situation for his team and the lady and small child, but he kept it to himself—knowing that the team already had a good idea of what has happened.
Everyone continued down the road in a standard formation. After about 10 minutes of driving about 15 mph over the speed limit, they spotted the subject and moved up another 20.
"Boss—Do we have scorpio?" Jules yelled over the radio.
"No! We have to find where the woman and child are!"
"Okay boss—we're going to box them in, rolling stop or ram 'em?" Ed asked viciously.
"Rolling stop—That child is the priority. Come on Winnie, give me something!"
"Sorry Boss! The car has no plate on it—no way to get info about the subject. This guy knows what he's doing to remove the plate."
Greg groaned as the team sped up, "Ready?"
"Okay Boss—He's speeding up. He knows we're going to stop him—or he knows that he's about to drive to a truck twice that car's size." Sam informed. He glanced over to Jules who was driving and nodded to her as they pulled forward to be the ones to actually cause him to stop. Ed positioned he and Greg's truck to pull at an angle so he couldn't turn or back up, then Wordy pulled he, Spike, and Lou's car in the same position on the opposite side.
"Copy. On my go. 3—2—1—."
As soon as he finished counting the entire array of cars pulled around the vehicle, blocking him in as he came down from 90 mph to 0.
"Hands in the air! Hands in the air!" Everyone shouted as they jumped from their car to see the man still sitting in the car with his hands raised. One hand had keys in it—the other had a gun. Everyone glanced over at each other—they didn't know what to do.
"Sarge—I'm still behind the truck—I can go less lethal." Lou whispered.
"Copy that Lou." Greg replied.
"Sir—Can you please just come out of the car with your hands in the air and the gun on the ground?" Greg yelled. The man shook his head. ""Well then—How are your two victims in there—are they okay?" The man shook his head again.
"Okay Sarge—I'm set." Lou told him as he hid around the back of the truck so the man couldn't see him in the rear view mirror.
"Okay team—On my go." Greg announced again. As soon as a rubber bullet fired and shot the gun from the man's hand, the team could hear screams coming from the truck as Ed and Wordy ripped the man to the ground, throwing their feet on his back as he wriggled on the ground.
Jules was the first to dive at the car, immediately pulling the backseat door open to reveal the social worker tied up and afraid.
"Oh my gosh." Greg mumbled as he saw the blood covering the backseat. Lou, Spike and Sam tried to get the lady out as Jules started to freak, "Where's Sydney!?" The lady opened her eyes for a moment to throw her head back towards the trunk of the car.
Jules dashed around the side of the car, ripping her gun from the holster to bang against the lodged trunk door. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as she couldn't undo the lock. That was when she pointed the gun down—to make sure she didn't shoot anyone in the trunk—and fired it, making the whole team jump. "Got it!" She yelled, shaking the back until the trunk door flew open to reveal Sydney tied up and covered in blood—the man had shot her arm.
"Sydney!" Jules yelled as she grabbed the girl in a bundle and lifted her from the car. She opened her tiny eyes for a moment, "Daddy—He shot me—." And that was the last thing she said before closing her eyes tightly.
"We have to get her medical attention—now!" Jules yelled as she looked at the girl closely.
"Okay—We don't have time for medics—She's so small, she'll bleed out quickly—Jules, Sam, Wordy—You guys get her to the hospital. It looks like the social worker is going to be okay, she wasn't shot—just shaken. We'll take care of things here—Go!"
Jules nodded as she took the small child in her arms and ran to get into the backseat as Wordy got in the passenger seat and Sam drove.
"Sweetie, it's going to be okay—Don't you worry." Jules whispered as she tried to get all of the rope that her father had tied on her body, off.
"How's she doing?" Wordy asked as he leaned over to the backseat, handing Jules towels to wrap the girl's arms. "She's not waking up." Jules sobbed as she held the girl close. "Come on Sydney—Stay with me."
When they got to the hospital, they immediately ran into the emergency room.
"We're with the SRU—5 year old gun shot victim. She needs medical attention quick!" Wordy explained. Jules carried the girl over to a gurney and helped the nurse pull her into a curtained area. As she stayed with her to help them get her into a hospital gown, Sam's phone rang—It was Jessica. Wordy stepped outside to call Greg and tell him what was going on.
When the nurses cut down the center of Sydney's shirt, Jules stumbled back a bit in shock when she saw the amount of bruises on the girl's body. "We're going to take her up to surgery in a few minutes." A nurse told her once they got her changed. Jules nodded and stepped closer. "It's okay Sydney—We'll all be right here waiting for you."
"Jessica said she called the doctor to put off the appointment until tomorrow." Sam informed as he came back into the curtained area and wrapped his arm around Jules who was in full fledged tears from the sight of the little girl covered in blood and bruises. "They got the guy handed off to Toronto Police—Everyone's on their way. The social worker is going to be brought in to make sure she's okay too. How is she?" Wordy asked as he also came in. Jules nodded, "Bruised and shot—Nothing else." Both men cringed at the sound of it. Especially Wordy who could only think of how awful it would be if something happened to one of his little girls.
"Okay—We're going to take her now." A doctor told them as two nurses came in to push the gurney. Jules pressed her hands to her face to cover her tears before she leaned down to kiss Sydney's forehead, "Be strong—like I told you." Sam took Jules close to him as Wordy patted her back and they all followed the gurney up to the surgical waiting room.
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Once everyone was sitting there waiting, sleepy and exhausted from how long they had been on shift, Jules decided she needed to do something. "I—I need to step out for a moment." She told them as she got on the elevator, rode downstairs and found a bench outside.
"Brian." She stated as he answered the phone.
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"Hey Jules."
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She smiled then sighed, "Listen—I really think—Just—Can we forget this happened? I just—I care about you, I do—But I'm married and I have a job with my husband and I just can't ruin that."
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"Brian, Baby—Who's on the phone?" A female voice came from the background.
"Jules—I—."
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Jules jumped to her feet furiously, "Seems like you moved on! Good—Brian—Have fun—I have a family to take care of. Goodbye."
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"I'm sorry Jules—Bye." Brian said quietly, hanging up the phone.
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Jules fell back on the bench and let tears roll down her cheeks.
At least he's gone.
She placed her phone back in her pocket, wiped her tears, and made her way back upstairs by elevator. "Any word?" She whispered as she walked up and sat down next to Sam—The man she loved more than anything in the world.
"No—Everything okay?" He whispered stroking his hand through her hair, she nodded, "Yeah—Just needed some air." Catching glares from the other guys, she had a real suspicion that they knew something she hadn't told them.
"Are you guys with the little girl with the gun shot?" A doctor came out with his hands pressed together. They all nodded as everyone slowly rose to their feet. "She had sufficient bleeding and there are many, many fractures in her small ribs—a sign of beating and abuse, probably over a long period of time considering some of the fractures have tried to re-set themselves. But—She woke up—Considering you're the team that brought her in, do you have foster care set up for her?" Greg nodded, "We'll deal with that—Can we see her?"
"One at a time in the children's ICU." He told them, everyone's eyes fell on Jules. "You should go—she trusts you." Wordy whispered. She nodded as Sam kissed her forehead and Greg hugged her tightly.
"Right this way." The doctor led her down the hallway. When she saw Sydney's small body lying in bed with monitors hooked up to her and a pink cast on her arm, she smiled letting a tear flow down her cheek.
"Hey Sydney." She whispered, sitting down next to her. The little girl was still asleep from the anesthesia, her eyes fluttering as she started to wonder where she was.
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"Hey guys—I think Sophie has a friend that does foster care, maybe I should give her a call." Ed announced. Greg nodded, "Good idea buddy." When Ed got up and stepped away from the room everyone glanced around, closing their eyes for a few minutes while they could—that was until Ed squealed like a little girl.
"What the hell!?" Greg yelled as he jumped from his seat along with the other guys and ran to the hallway.
"He did what!?" Ed yelled into the phone.
"Eddie—I seriously don't know what to do. The school called me and they said he's missing. Alexis is missing too. They tried Jules' cell but it was busy so they went ahead and called me. Eddie—My son and his fiancé are missing! What the hell do I do!?" Sophie cried.
"Sam—Your kid and my kid are gone—as in missing."
"What!?" Sam screamed as he jerked out his phone.
"They said they alerted the Toronto Police and they're out trying to find them. Ed! What do I do!?"
Ed shook his head, "Sophie—Listen—I know we want to freak out and go find him, but sweetie, He's engaged and wants to get—Oh shit."
"What?"
"He's going to get married." Ed fell to the floor.
"No! I told him I wanted to be there—No!"
Greg placed his hand on both men's shoulders, "Maybe they just wanted to be together—Why don't you try and call them again?"
"Okay—Sophie—I'll deal with this. Tell the school we have it under control." Ed sighed deeply as she told him, "Okay." and hung up.
That was when both fathers dialed as quickly as they could.
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"Mrs. Jules?" Sydney whispered as she opened her eyes. "Just call me Jules sweetie." She whispered, stroking the hair out of the girl's face.
"Why did Daddy hurt me?" She asked in the sweetest voice.
Jules shook her head, "Some people are just bad sometimes—you didn't do anything wrong."
Sydney nodded as tears welled in her eyes, "My arm hurts bad, did daddy hurt it?" Jules nodded and took the little girls hand of her unharmed arm, "Here—Squeeze my hand and it wont hurt as bad." When Sydney squeezed, Jules could help but giggle at her attempt to squeeze the life out of Jules' hand. "That works!" Sydney smiled.
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"Dad! I'm sorry!" Alexis yelled into the phone the second she answered.
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"Oh thank God you're okay. Alexis—Where are you two?"
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"We want to be alone! I want to live with Clark, I love him."
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"Alexis—I know you want to be with him, but we can figure this out. Just come home, please?
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Alexis glanced over to Clark who was driving, "I'm sorry Dad—I'm going."
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"Going where!? Alexis—."
The call ended.
"They're going somewhere together—She wont come back." Sam sighed as he fell onto a couch in the waiting room. "I need to tell Jules but shes dealing with Sydney and damn why'd they have to do this?"
"It's okay buddy—I'm sure they'll be fine." Greg sat between both Ed and Sam, patting their shoulders.
"Sophie's already searched the town, given every station his license plate number and still no luck."
"Gentlemen, they'll come home when they realize they need to. If that means a month from now—maybe that's what will happen—But you know they're okay." Greg explained. They both nodded, wiping their hands across their forehead.
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After talking to a nurse for a moment, Jules went back into the ICU room Sydney was in. "Come here." She whispered, lifting Sydney from the bed and onto her hip. Sydney was wearing a little hospital gown with fairies on it as she wrapped her small hand over Jules' shoulder. As she carried her to the other side of the room to look out the window, Jules rocked her side to side, mostly to keep herself awake. "Listen—Sydney—We have to find you a home. Your parents are going to go away for being mean to you—and I—I wont be able to see you." She hesitated, waiting for Sydney's reaction.
The sweet, tired smile on the little's girl's face crashed to the floor as she didn't say a word, just smashed her face to Jules' shoulder in tears.
Gah, this chapter was REALLY confusing. SORRY! I mighhtt try to update again tonight, but who knows. Please review!!!!! (: