A/N: I do not own Flashpoint, or any of its characters. The story plot is all my own creation, and as such, should not be used without permission. Reviews are much appreciated! For those reading my Blue Bloods fic, I promise I will update soon. Life has been absolute chaos, and I had some pretty bad writers block. I'm working on the next chapter and I am almost finished. For now, please enjoy!
He walked slowly towards the man who took everything from him. He knew how this worked but he couldn't let this go. He had to take matters into his hands. Judge, jury, and executioner.
"You heartless, soulless, morally bankrupt piece of shit. Are you ready for your sentence?" He looked at the bastard with a crazed look in his eyes. Dried blood covering his arm, he ran it through his golden blonde hair.
"Look, you cant do anything to scare me. You're a pig. You cant do shit. Besides, you know what happens to piggies in jail, they go to the butcher shop." The other man spat on the ground at the young and distraught SRU officer who had him held at gun point.
There was nothing but pure hatred in his blue orbs as he stared down the man, like an animal with its prey. "Oh, I won't go to jail. As soon as I pull this trigger, the sniper they've set up will pull the trigger and we will both be dead." A maniacal laugh escaped his throat, not even sounding human anymore. "ARE YOU READY TO DIE?!"
Ten hours earlier...
Sam rolled over in bed, lying on his side, his arm reaching out to pull his wife closer to him. His hand resting on the round bump where her flat stomach once was. A tiny foot kicked out in response to his touch.
"Every time you touch my stomach, this kid gets way too excited." Jules smiled, enjoying the feeling of their baby moving around in response to their touch. Jules was now seven months pregnant. She was relegated to desk duty, so she took over dispatching when Team One worked.
Sam rolled Jules over so she was facing him. He leaned in for a soft kiss. He would never get tired of mornings like this one. They didn'
t have to be in to work until three in the afternoon. On days like this, the couple spent most of the morning in bed, snuggling, talking, kissing, and other activities.
His hands moved up to cup her face, increasing the passion and heat in the kiss. Jules responded by moving her hands over his, guiding them to her most sensitive areas. Tongues warred against each other in search of dominance. Hands roamed familiar planes, hitting all the right places, and movements were in sync. This was a familiar dance that Sam would never take for granted again.
As the two lay snuggling together, breathing hard from the love they had shared with each other, Sam thought that his life was absolutely perfect. He lost Jules once, but somehow, she came back to him. It seems that the old cliche is true 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, its yours. If it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with.'
He heard Jules sigh contentedly. A few minutes passed before Sam felt a few more kicks from the baby, which caused Jules to groan.
"Ugh. Little one, you have got to STOP kicking me in the bladder." She rubbed her bump as she half waddled into the bathroom. Sam watched her head off, smiling at the sight, his heart full of love.
Sam looked at the clock, and saw it was almost eleven in the morning. He stretched and then sat up in the bed. Slipping his boxers and shorts on, he let Jules know that he would be cooking breakfast downstairs.
He looked into the fridge, pulling out the eggs, and bacon. He mixed up some pancake batter, and set to work cooking everything. Jules came down about fifteen minutes after Sam had started cooking. She was freshly showered, dressed in an outfit that just helped to radiate her beauty.
It never mattered what she wore, Sam's breath always hitched in his throat at the sight of her. He couldn't help it. It was involuntary, and had been since the very first day they met and she drew her gun on him.
They ate in companionable silence, before Sam cleaned up and headed upstairs to grab his shower. Making quick work of the task, he headed down the stairs to put on his shoes so he and Jules could make a quick trip to the store before heading in for shift.
"Sam, would you mind running up and grabbing my gun from the safe? I forgot to grab it when I came down."
Sam gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up the stairs to grab her off duty weapon.
"Thanks" Jules clipped her holster to the back of her pants, concealing the weapon under her shirt.
Sam locked up the house, and then climbed in the drivers seat of his truck, starting the engine, and pulling out of their driveway.
"So we still haven't picked a middle name yet. You know the guys are going to flip when they find out it's a girl, right?" Same glanced over at Jules, chuckling and his cocky half-smile plastered on his face.
"Ugh, don't remind me. Spike will be the craziest of all I'm sure. He's been saying we would have a girl since he found out we are expecting. Although i might punch him if he keeps suggesting we name the baby after him." Jules let out a big breath, and turned her head to look out the window.
The couple walked through the store, hand in hand, looking over the cribs and changing tables. After what felt like forever, Jules finally found a crib that she loved. A white colored crib that would turn into a toddler bed, and eventually, a bigger bed for when the kid became too large for the toddler bed.
They paid for their purchase, and scheduled the delivery. Once back in the car, the debate for middle names started up. Good suggestions were made by each. They both agreed that they wanted the baby's middle name to honor one of their co-workers who gave their life to keep the piece. But with the bombings, that made that list longer than they wanted it to be.
"Okay, so we are down to Louise, Michaela, and Grace." Jules pursed her lips while she thought about the name choices. After a few minutes, Jules deflated herself, huffing out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding.
Sam grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers together. With a soft chuckle, he mused "Who knew naming a tiny human would hold so much pressure?" His tactic worked, bringing forth a quiet laugh from his moody wife. He may not be perfect, but he did know when it was time to let a subject fall to the wayside. She is very clearly telling him that this topic was closed for the foreseeable future.
They finally stopped by the Tim Hortons across the street from SRU HQ. Sam hopped out, and went in to pick up coffee for everyone, and the box of donuts that had pink frosting on top and colorful sprinkles.
He got back into his truck, handed Jules their Timmies order and pulled out of the parking lot to park in the lot for HQ. Neither saw the blacked out SUV sitting across the street, cameras snapping photos, a profile being built on a certain blonde haired SRU officer.