AN: My deep thanks to Venetiaj for pointing out that the episodes where Sam's sister comes by SRU and the one on Valentine's Day both contain some Sam/Jules clues if Greg and the team were paying attention to them. I'd forgotten about both episodes when drafting my plan for this story, but decided they had to be included, and in the proper chronological order, so that all the chapters will build sequentially upon each other leading up to the point in time where Greg no longer has any doubts at all that Sam and Jules are back together. I could have just posted the "missing" chapters as #3 and #4, but having them be out of order would have bugged me extensively (and since it's my story...) So I ended up deleting what had been the second chapter of this story ("Shockwave"), and will be reposting it as the fourth chapter in this story. The deletion of the old chapter should allow all registered site members to review this chapter even if you'd already reviewed the original chapter 2. If it doesn't, you can do a guest review with your site name and I'll reply back in a PM. And hey, this switch has actually reminded me of more relevant show episodes than I'd originally thought of, which means more story chapters for you to enjoy, and that's good, right?
Guest #1 (ch 1): Thanks. I'm glad you liked the first installment and hope you will enjoy the rest of them.
Guest #2 (ch 1): Thank you. I always love hearing that a reader/reviewer enjoyed something I've written. I'm thinking there will be a total of 8 chapters in this story, so you'll have a good number of upcoming to enjoy.
With deep regret, I do not own Flashpoint or any of its characters. This story is written with homage to a great show that ended too soon.
"Excuse me!" a blonde young woman completely ignores what the SRU's duty dispatcher, Winnie Camden, says to her. She is on a mission and not to be delayed by trivialities.
"It's okay, I'm with the band," she says with a wave of one hand as she passes the desk.
Winnie's "I need you to sign in, please," is also disregarded.
"Jules!" Natalie Braddock greets the one person in the workout area that she knows. The others are somewhat familiar, thanks to the pictures displayed in Sam's apartment, but Natalie hasn't had a chance to meet any of them them yet. But her mission to her brother's workplace today is providing the perfect opportunity.
"Natalie." Jules' inner "Oh, crap, with a side of bacon," doesn't show in her expression or voice as she pulls out her earbuds and gets up from the bench she's been sitting on while using the small arm weights.
"So, this is where it all happens," Natalie glances around at the workout area.
"Oh, yeah. Some of it, anyway." Inwardly, Jules is scrambling to figure out how—if—she and Sam can emerge from his sister's unexpected visit unscathed. The team is sure to be curious about the sister Sam has never mentioned, and Jules has spent enough time around Natalie at Sam's apartment to know by now that she doesn't have much in the way of inhibitions or filters.
"Is Sam around?"
Jules peeks inconspicuously at the rest of the team, who have all looked up from their own workout routines at the unexpected and unfamiliar visitor's entrance. "Hey, guys, this is Natalie Braddock, Sam's sister." The others come over to the two women and begin introducing themselves.
"Hi, I'm Greg. Nice to meet you."
"Hey, Natalie. Ed. How are you?"
"Hey. Wordy."
"Hi," Natalie replies.
"Spike. How you doing?"
Natalie repeats the name. "Spike."
"Yep."
"You don't look very spiky."
"Yeah. Um. Well, my hair. Used to be-" It was pretty funny to the others how flustered Spike got when being teased by a pretty woman. And Natalie is definitely good looking. Just like Sam, she's been blessed by the gene pool lottery with long blonde hair, rich blue eyes, flawless peach skin, and a stunningly bright smile.
"What's your real name?"
"Michaelangelo."
"Your mom had high hopes."
"Yeah, yeah. She still does."
"I like it."
"Sam," Wordy asks, speaking to the teammate none of them noticed has just walked into the room. "Where you been hiding your sister?" Sam doesn't answer, but it doesn't escape notice that the smile on his face looks rather forced.
Into the silence, Natalie says, "Oh, no. I've just been on the road. So, hey, I just came by to borrow the car. Job hunting. Is that okay?" Natalie's bubbly flirtatious demeanor shifts to one of near uncertainty as she addresses her brother.
"Yeah, sure." Sam's head shakes from side to side, seeming to dismiss his sister's concern.
"Thank you. You are the best." Natalie steps forward to give Sam a hug, then swings to stand beside him with her arm around his shoulder. She smiles winsomely at Team One; Sam's smile, by contrast is more of a grimace. "He's letting me crash with him for a few months while I get settled here." She picks at a speck of lint on the front of Sam's uniform and adds, "Even though I'm pretty much cramping his style."
"Come on, I'll show you around," Sam hustles his sister out of the workout area with obvious haste, darting just the quickest glance in Jules' direction as he does so.
The rest of the guys on the team exchange amused glances. It was clear to Greg that Sam wasn't a happy camper right now, but why, Greg wasn't entirely sure. He-the team-had learned in the aftermath of the spree shooting at the museum that Sam had had a younger sister who'd been killed in a hit-and-run accident in front of him when they'd been children. He doesn't have much to say about his mother, but Greg knows that Sam's father has come up as a point of frustration in the past, when the General wasn't been willing to accept his son's departure from the military-or so Greg had gathered after Sam's return from visiting his parents after Jules had broken off their relationship. But other than that, Sam just doesn't mention his family at all, and certainly hasn't talked about a second sister. Greg supposes that some siblings just aren't close-Ed and his brother Roy are prime examples of that. But, if that were the case, then it is all the more surprising that Sam has let her stay with him for any length of time, much less the "few months" that Natalie just alluded to.
After the two Braddocks have vanished from sight, Team One naturally begins talking about them.
"Yeah, I guess having a sister living with him would cramp Samtastic's style," Spike grinned.
"So says the man who still lives in his parents' basement," Wordy shot back quickly. "You've got no room to be commenting on Sam's love life given your own lack of one."
"So, Jules, how do you happen to know Sam's sister when none of us knew about her at all?" Ed probes.
"Ed, are you feeling left out of the information loop? Have you been slacking off on your job as my social secretary?" Jules tosses the deflecting comment over her shoulder at the Team Leader, referencing a time several years earlier when he'd stolen her phone right out of her hand and proceeded to introduce himself in that capacity to Scott, her short-term semi-boyfriend at the time.
"Clearly," he snorts. "So...how'd you meet her?"
"Natalie didn't bring a lot with her when she came to town, and being a guy, Sam was clueless about the best places to get the things she needed at. Being that I am a female, he begged my help, and I, out of the goodness of my heart, assisted him. Hence, I was introduced to Natalie."
"And were you placed under a vow of silence?"
"No, Sam didn't ask me not to mention his sister. But he didn't ask me to mention her, either. I figured he could and would whenever it came up, which it just did."
It was a perfectly logical and rational explanation, but Greg doesn't buy it in the least, though the others appeared to. An experienced traveler like Miss Natalie Braddock seems to be would have no trouble finding the right places in a city the size of Toronto to get anything she might happen to want, or else just would order them online. She wouldn't need to have her brother beg a teammate for help. And unless he is totally crazy, he doesn't think Jules was all that happy to see Natalie walk into SRU—for sure, Sam wasn't. Jules' voice and demeanor had been just the slightest bit tense. Greg thought that Natalie might have flicked her gaze between Sam and Jules when she'd talked about cramping her brother's style.
A fly on the wall of the hallway in SRU would have gotten quite an earful. Fortunately for Sam Braddock and Jules Callaghan, their sergeant was not an insect.
"We talked about a few days, and now it's a couple months!" Sam spins around to face Natalie, annoyance clear in every line of his body. He's actually understating the situation, given that Natalie came to Toronto more than five months ago.
"No!" Natalie reacts defensively. "It was until I found a job, which I am trying to do. I'm trying to get my life together, so that I can move on somewhere. I really appreciate you being there for me."
Sam is more focused on what Natalie had nearly done than on her expression of gratitude. "That thing about cramping my style? Just watch what you say."
"What do you mean?'" and it's clear to him that Natalie doesn't have a clue how incriminating her words a few minutes ago had really been.
"It could give people the wrong impression."
"The wrong impression?"
"Yeah. About Jules. That we're involved-which we're not-because that could get me fired!
Okay?"
"Okay. So she doesn't come around for sleepovers sometimes?"
"Officially, she never has."
"Gotcha. No sleepovers. And that is not her shampoo in the shower, or her toothbrush on the sink."
Sam just looks at his sister in resignation. He hopes he can be confident that Natalie will keep her mouth shut and not run the risk of spilling his and Jules' secret again now that she knows the importance of doing so, but with Natalie, you just never know.
"So, can I have your car keys?"
Okay, so his annoyance hasn't really abated after all. With an inner snarl, Sam pulls the keys out of his pocket and slaps them down onto Natalie's outstretched palm.
"Thanks," she smiles as if he's handed them over with a joyful song-and-dance routine. "Oh, and I had to use your account. Hope that's okay."
"You what?" Sam stares at her in disbelief.
"Clothes. Online. For my job interviews." Finally picking up on the fact that her brother is really getting angry with her now, Natalie rushes on with her explanation. "Nobody's going to take me seriously if I don't dress the part. I will pay you back this time, I promise."
Sam's lips press tightly together into a thin line. He's heard that one before, more than once. "No, keep the clothes," Sam answers with a tight smile. "They're a gift."
"Really?" Natalie smiles at him again in delight.
"Yeah. Just be out of my apartment by the time I get home tonight," and with that, Sam strides away to rejoin his team. He doesn't see the way she watches him go, with a suddenly forlorn expression on her face.
Already dressed in his uniform, Sam is able to avoid the rest of his team for a few minutes while they complete their own post-workout showers and changing.
"Armed robbery, Karak International headquarters, Bloor Street," Winnie announces after triggering the lights and claxon to announce a hot call. "Shots fired. Single gunman. White male, late teens-early twenties. Handgun. It's some kind of company meeting."
"It's a robbery?" Wordy tosses the question over his shoulder as the team gets moving.
"He hijacked the meeting and stole wallets," Winnie replies, but doesn't know any more.
As they follow the team from the SRU lobby down to the equipment and weapons cages, Sam and Jules have a quietly intense conversation.
"So, your sister."
"She wants to 'belong somewhere'," Sam scoffs. "Anywhere she just flashes that smile and gets whatever she wants."
"And that pisses you off," Jules decides.
"You think?"
"Cause you've worked your ass off for everything you've got and she's actually enjoying life. You're jealous."
"I'm jealous?"
"I'm just sayin'," Jules follows Sam into the weapons cage and they both start pulling their gear. "She grows up on a military base. Her brother's the poster boy for perfection. She's just trying to figure it out, make up her own rules. Maybe you resent her freedom."
"You profiling me?"
"No, I'm having a conversation."
"Her showing up here-" Sam falls silent as Spike and Wordy walk past the cage on their way to the basement level garage, then continues, "She has no clue the damage she could do, and I don't just mean you and me."
"You mean the boss."
"If he knows and doesn't tell..."
"He could lose his job," she finishes the statement.
"Yeah. It's the deal. We're on probation. We don't get to make a mistake."
"Did you make that clear to Nat?" queries Jules.
"It's not happening again," Sam speaks with absolute certainty, and nudges past Jules to exit the cage.
"How long can we do this?" she asks. He looks back over his shoulder at her, but doesn't answer. Because there really isn't an answer. Every day they live with the risk that their secret may somehow get spilled. How they might handle that is not something that they've sat down and discussed. Perhaps a bit too much of hiding their heads in the ground like ostriches, but the worst-case scenario is not something they're willing to plan out—the superstition that admitting to a fear will make it come to pass, probably. But while they've accepted the reality that their love has to remain a secret, neither really likes it. This isn't something that they should have to keep private. They should be able to share it with those closest to them.
They're usually paired up in the same SUV, so it doesn't raise a red flag with anyone when they ride together again today. They've made the vow to each other more than once that being together is what they want-what they need. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Sam had said it just before they'd done the double drop to capture Colin Potter, and Jules had repeated it to him in his apartment a couple hours later, just before they'd sought the privacy of his bedroom for reunion sex that had been more amazing than anything he could have ever dreamed of. They haven't done anything to betray themselves this time-they don't think so, at least. Or if they have, it hasn't been enough to provoke a reaction. But as Jules just said, "How long can we keep doing this?"
At the Karak International headquarters, Greg starts talking to witnesses, while Wordy and Sam head for the back stairwell that the subject had used to exit the building.
"He could still be in the vicinity. Boss, we'll go coordinate with the unis," Sam announces.
"Copy that."
Jules is privately a bit amused that Sarge is clueless when the bartender informs him that the subject was familiar to him, and points to the logo the young man had inserted into the Powerpoint presentation as if it explained everything. Which it does, really.
"Jamie Dee," she says.
"He was livecasting," adds the bartender. Greg repeats the word with an obvious lack of comprehension.
"Hey, Spike," Jules turns and looks toward their techie, who has set up his laptop on a nearby tall table. "You got a picture?"
"If this is our guy, I can get you a whole gallery." And he does. The internet search brings up a plethora of pictures of a vaguely similar young man, in a wide range of hairstyles and hair colors, varying amounts of facial hair, and the presence or lack of hats or glasses. The young man is clearly a chameleon, and Jules says so.
She, Spike, and Greg are discussing Jamie Dee's past crimes and recent twists when Wordy and Sam return to report that he's nowhere to be seen, and had ditched the wallets outside, but taken the cash they contained, the security guards' guns, and the Karak CEO's fancy sports car. Sam gives the details to Winnie to send out an APB.
"With me," Ed says, gesturing for Sam to follow him. Wordy and Jules follow as soon as the team gets word that the car has been spotted. Spike and Greg remain at the scene of the armed robbery to continue investigating. When Jamie Dee posts about a party at a local hostel, the team converges there.
"We've got an audience here," Sam reports. The crowd outside the hostel seems to only be growing, and all of these people couldn't have come from inside. Jules puts in a call to Winnie for more uniformed cops to help control the crowd.
"Sam, Jules, on white door. Wordy, with me on black," Ed gives the team orders, and they start moving toward the building to begin searching. But that plan goes to hell in a handbasket when the crowd starts surging into the building. Gunshots fired and an out-of-control crowd, it's all bringing back memories for Greg of the day that Ed nearly quit SRU, when Jules and Spike had both been caught up in the mob outside the courthouse after the verdict was announced in Officer Greeley's trial.
"Sam, with me!" Ed summons him when Jamie Dee bolts from the hostel in a stolen police car, taking a hostage with him.
"A police cruiser. Unbelievable," Ed mutters during their pursuit.
"This guy's a brat. A parasite. Thinks that just because he can work the charm, the world owes him a good time. Reminds me of someone," he adds when Ed takes his eyes off the road to give him a judging look. Ed doesn't say anything else and lets it drop for the moment. He really doesn't need to ask who Sam's thinking of now. Even though he's not as skilled a profiler as Greg or Jules, Ed's been around the block often enough to know what's what. Or in this case, who's who. He can understand the problem Sam is facing: a sibling you feel obligated to protect even if you don't have anything in common but blood, or when you don't like what they're doing. He can relate, given his own brother. Even Jules can sympathize—she hasn't had much to do with her own family in years, since their lack of respect for her choice in career drove a wedge between them. Ed saw the look the two of them exchanged right before Sam hustled his sister away from the team, and hopes Jules was able to say something helpful to Sam on their drive to the first call.
As usual in his role as team sergeant, Greg divides his attention between the various subgroups of his team. Wordy is searching the hostel for the package Jamie Dee may have left behind, Ed chases the subject but loses him, Spike investigates a video Jamie just posted online, and Sam takes care of the hostage that Jamie left behind. Sam isn't displaying his usual calm demeanor as much today as he normally does. Clearly Sam doesn't have much patience for Dana's obvious hero-worship of Jamie Dee, her awe of his coming 'grand finale', or how she scoffs at the police she feels he's making fools of.
It would be clear to anyone, but is especially so to Greg, that having his sister turn up at SRU that morning still has Sam more than a bit on-edge. Greg doesn't have to be a top-notch profiler to figure out when Sam calls Jamie Dee an entitled rich kid, that he's thinking of his sister. His initial read on the sibling relationship, just from the brief observation that morning, is that Sam is the stereotypical responsible firstborn child while Natalie is the free-spirited younger sibling. Plenty of room to clash right there, he thinks. And Greg remembers accurately, Sam only has a one-bedroom apartment; if Natalie has been staying with him for months, then it's likely in the bedroom that Sam would have vacated for her-willingly enough for a short stay, but surely less so now that things look to have shifted into an open-ended informal sub-lease situation.
"Dana's phone," Sam hands it off to Jules.
"Thanks. Spike, we got her phone."
"What's your read, Sam?" asks Greg.
"She's a kid with a fantasy crush. She's fallen for a hero image of Jamie."
"You think she knows what this grand finale is?"
Sam shook his head. "No. It sounds like she's telling the truth."
"Grand finale," Ed muses. That sounds more than a little ominous to all of them.
Sitting in the command truck with Spike, Greg looks at all the information coming in, trying to put together an accurate profile of this young renegade. The federal cop they talked to pegged Jamie as a narcissist and rich kid gone bad, but that just doesn't feel right. If Jamie Dee was truly self-centered, would he be worried about the hostage he'd taken being accused of collaborating with him? Would he have driven across town after the Karak holdup to leave money for the hostel's director, with a note of thanks for her help?
Ed, Wordy, and Sam question the hostel's manager, Marie Alvarez, who recognizes Jamie Dee as Darcy Dunleavy, a boy she'd known back in Vancouver and had suspected was abused by his foster family.
"Seventeen? He's just a kid," Sam murmurs, after Winnie pulls up the kid's official child services file.
"You might have called this one wrong," Ed tells Sam. And it seems to be true. When Spike follows the trail of electronic breadcrumbs, Sage—the one online follower Jamie has connected with and considers his only friend, the girl to whom he's poured out his soul and heard her own secrets of abuse in return—is revealed to really be the stepson of a wealthy businessman—a teenage boy, and not a girl at all.
"I don't get it. A guy that smart, how could he not have suspected something?" Ed wonders.
"Growing up, nobody wanted him. Finding a place to belong…" Jules' words are as much directed to Sam regarding his sister as they are about Darcy.
"When you finally let someone get close…" Greg adds.
Sam continues the train of thought, "Trust someone…"
"Maybe you see what you want to see," finishes Jules. "And he's just seventeen," she looks toward Greg, sitting beside her in the SUV. Young and inexperienced, how could Darcy be expected to be so suspicious of someone whose story seems to so closely mirror his own?
Ed hands out orders as the team heads into the latest scene of the day. "Jules, you talk. Wordy, cover her. Sam, you're Sierra. Take the catwalk. We've got to wrap this up before the truth hits." The truth: that Darcy has been catfished by a fellow teen boy, for reasons they can only begin to guess at right now. They can't let Darcy kill an innocent man based on lies told by a girl who doesn't really exist. Each of them can only hope and pray that Darcy can be stopped before he becomes a threat that Sam has to take down.
Sam unpacks his Remi and heads to the auditorium catwalk as directed. Finger on the trigger, with Darcy centered in the scope of his rifle, Sam waits to see what will happen. He hopes the order for Scorpio doesn't come. Shooting a teenage boy who's been abused and now deceived...no, Darcy isn't what Sam had originally thought him to be. And if Darcy isn't what he seems, then is Natalie? It's a thought that bears thinking about, but not here and not now—he's got to maintain his focus just in case Jules can't connect with Darcy and convince him to give up his hostage, gun, and flight. Thankfully, and in testament to skills Sam has always been a bit in awe of, Jules does succeed. It's with no small measure of relief that Sam lifts his rifle off the rail he'd been supporting it with and heads back down to rejoin his team, while Jules sits on the stage and talks more with Darcy.
"Good talk," Sam tells Jules on their way back to SRU.
"Thanks. I'm glad you were there watching, but I'm happy that Sarge didn't have to give you the order to shoot."
"Me, too."
Jules has let Sam drive them this evening, and reaches to tap his arm and point to the volume switch for his comm unit. When they're both muted, she continues,
"What's up?"
Sam's quiet for a while, and Jules lets the silence stretch out the way Sam needs. She knows that he can't be forced or rushed into talking if he doesn't want to, but if she lets him know she's willing to listen, and gives him time, then he usually does open up with her.
"He reminds me of Nat, in a way. Trying to find his place, somewhere to be safe. Yeah, he picked a bad way to do it, but with his past, I guess he couldn't see other options."
"Maybe Natalie doesn't, either. That could be something you could give her—show her better ways to do things, and have a better relationship."
"I don't know," Sam sighs heavily.
"Sam?"
"I told her to get out by tonight."
Jules' eyes widen in shock, but she doesn't—can't—say anything.
"Maybe you're right, about me being a bit jealous of her. My dad had my future planned out for me the day I was born, but Nat has always gotten to do her own thing. And she might not be as young as Darcy, but she's still young, and she hasn't seen the stuff you and I have."
"You're mad at her about this morning, too, aren't you?" It isn't really a question, though. She can't blame Sam for that—not when she's irritated with Natalie for that very reason herself. That kind of recklessness is what could get their secret exposed for a second time, and that's something she doesn't even want to think about happening. Jules had forced herself to walk away from Sam once—there is no way it will be possible for her to do that again, or that Sam to let her go, either.
"Yeah, I am," Sam admits.
Thankful that the SUV doesn't have interior cameras, Jules reaches out her hand, slides it up his arm, and tugs his hand away from the steering wheel. It's not the safest thing in the world for him to be driving one-handed, she knows, but they both need this contact right now.
"I know. I guess I am, too. But I don't believe she was doing anything on purpose. And I don't think anyone noticed. So, maybe give her a pass…as long as she knows to be careful in the future?"
Sam sighs softly and squeezes her hand before returning his own to the steering wheel. "I can try."
Later that night, Sam walks into his apartment with a pizza box in his hand. He finds a handwritten note from Natalie on the kitchen island-the same island that she'd caught him and Jules making out on the first day she stayed with him, the day he and Jules had gotten back together.
I'm sorry I let you down, Natalie wrote.
Sam sighs. He and Natalie had never been especially close, not like he and Amanda had been. But maybe they could be if they both gave it a shot. Maybe Jules was right that Natalie was struggling to find herself and her place in the world, just like Darcy. There had been a few people in Darcy's life who'd shown him kindness, but who did Natalie have? Shouldn't she be able to count on him? Her brother?
The sound of rolling wheels on the floor had him looking up in time to see Natalie wheeling her suitcase out of the apartment's bedroom. When he'd seen the note, he'd assumed she'd left it on her way out the door.
"Nat."
She looks just as surprised to see him as he feels to see her. "No, you were right. I'm going to clear out. You can have your life back."
"You're already in my life. Okay? I'm an idiot. I want you to stay with me."
"Is this the part where I'm supposed to give you a hug?"
"You can grab us a couple of beers."
"Two weeks," she promises. "A month, tops"
"Okay. Any longer and one of us is going to need to learn how to cook."
"Probably should anyway," commented Natalie as she opened the fridge to retrieve the beers. "I've never really had anyone to cook for."
Sam pops the cap off the bottle and takes a sip of his beer.
"So," Natalie inhales a deep breath. "Jules."
"Yeah," says Sam, grabbing the pizza box and heading into the living room section of the apartment with it.
"Okay, look, this is probably not my place. I mean, who am I to say this, but...the way I see it, Sammy, you got this woman, and you got this job, and sneaking around...it's not much of a five-year plan. Do you hear what I'm saying?"
Sam does, and just nods. He knows that. Jules knows that. But they also know that how they felt about each other didn't go away in the years they'd been "just friends", after that first time of secret dating. Didn't gone away and wouldn't. And they didn't want those feelings to die, either. Neither one of them likes the sneaking around. But with the team on probation and the department rule against fraternization between teammates, they don't have much of a choice. There is no way that Sam will ever give Jules up, and he won't let her walk away from him again, either.
Natalie looks at him, her expression one of open and honest concern. "You-you have one life. What do you want?"
Sam doesn't have an answer for her. Or maybe for himself, either. He wants...oh, he wants so much. It's how and if he can get and keep what he wants that is the issue. He turns, stares at his reflection in the apartment window, and takes another swig of his beer. Natalie, wisely, doesn't say anything else.
AN: Do you agree with what I have Natalie saying on her way past Winnie's desk at the start of the episode? The series DVDs don't come with close captioning capability, and last night seems to have been the final airing of the show episodes on the ION channel (sad face), so I can't wait for the next go-round on episode airings to try CC on the TV channel. The words "Don't worry, I'm with the band" don't really make sense to me in context, but it's the closest I can come to what it sounds like she said.
This does have a lot more than just Greg in it, but I couldn't resist exploring how Sam and Jules both react to Natalie's visit to SRU and their feelings about their relationship. This is what my muse wanted to do, and I don't argue with the muse—never a successful negotiation when I try to do that. I think that future chapters will include more Sam/Jules (because there can't be too much of them, right?) and probably bits of how other members of the team besides Greg pick up (or don't) on the hints of JAM.
I hope this has come out okay. I've looked at it and revised it multiple times, so I'm hopeful that it's what I wanted it to be. Let me know what you think, please.