A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is possible thanks to thisisfromawhileago, who suggested an idea and toshlane for asking for continuation.
(See guys, I love reviews and suggestions and take them into consideration! Your idea may be featured next if you just drop one off for me to see!)
So based on these fantastic ideas I came up with an intriguing way for the team to officially meet Doctor Braddock. I hope I don't disappoint.
Disclaimer: Don't own Flashpoint. Or that one phrase from The Hunger Games.
Residence of Julianna Callaghan
"Baby, wake up. Jules, Sweetheart, it's six. You'll be late to work."
At the mention of the time, and the fact that based on it she'll be late for work, the woman in his arms bolts upright, eyes wide. She looks around frantically, locking her eyes on the bedside clock.
It's flashing 4:30.
Jules turns narrowed eyes to her boyfriend.
There's a smirk on his features as his eyes glitter mischievously. "Got you."
Jules Callaghan doesn't miss a beat. She deftly pulls her pillow from behind her and smacks her boyfriend with it. Once, twice, three times...
"Hey!" Sam yelps as he's continually attacked with the pillow. He attempts to protect his head with one hand while searching for his own pillow with the other. Finally, he grabs hold of a pillow and begins to block his girlfriend's hits while trying to land some of his own.
Oh yeah, let the games begin. And may the odds be ever in your favor.
Suddenly, though, Sam throws his pillow to the side and lunges, wrapping his strong arms around his petite girlfriend.
Jules wiggles and laughs as she half heartedly attempts to free herself from his hold.
Sam laughs in obvious content as he holds on tight and leans in to smack kisses all over her face.
The sound of a cellphone ringing breaks through their early morning laughter.
Jules groans in annoyance at the disruption as she shakes her head against his chest. "Who in the world is calling you so early in the morning? Who is even awake at this time?"
Sam chuckles as he reaches for his cellphone. "Aside from us you mean?"
Jules rolls her eyes, muttering something that sounds very close to smartass.
Sam grabs his phone, puts it to his ear, and leans against the bed rest. He pulls Jules up so she's lying against his bare chest while he runs his fingers through her hair.
"Braddock."
Jules attempts to listen to the call but can't make out the other side of the conversation. So she leans her ear against his chest and listens to his heartbeat instead. She smiles softly at its quickened rhythm, reveling on the effect she has on this beautiful man.
Moments later, Sam disconnects the call with a sigh, chucking the phone at the bedside table.
Jules looks up. "Everything okay?"
Sam runs a hand through his blond locks. "Yeah. No. I don't know."
Jules remains quiet, waiting for him to continue on his own.
He does.
"That was the Dean. Apparently, he called multiple times yesterday and it was very important. So, as repercussion, I'll be working EMS today."
Jules bites her lower lip, a quiet stab of guilt consuming her. "You shouldn't have turned off your phone yesterday."
Sam shakes his head, putting a hand on her cheek as he removes her teeth from her lip. "No, Jules, I promised I would go through with our date. No calls, no early leaves, no rain checks."
Jules sits up, taking his hand in hers. "Sam, I understand. Look, our jobs aren't simply careers. They're who we are. I'm a police officer and you're a doctor. I don't want to change that because that would mean changing who you are. So if you have to leave early on our dates, or you can't spend as much time with me as I wish you could, it's okay. I of all people should understand."
Sam smiles softly, wondering if it's too early in their relationship to tell her how much he loves her. He figures it is, since they've only been together a couple of months. So instead, he pulls her to him and presses his lips passionately against hers, pouring in all the love he feels for her.
SRU HQ, Gym
"Officer Callaghan, nice of you to join us."
Jules sends Ed an are-you-kidding-me-I'm-not-late look.
"Ha! You're late!" Spike grins, deciding to point out the accusation due to her lack of response to Ed's "veiled" accusation.
"It's 5:25. Shift starts at six," Jules informs them matter of factly as she makes her way to the treadmill.
Wordy chuckles. "Work out begins at five. You know that."
Ed places the weights he was lifting at his feet, and grins victoriously in Jules's direction. "As Officers Wordsworth and Scarlatti have pointed out, you're late. Therefore..."
"Drumroll!" Lew exclaims, tapping his hands rhythmically against the equipment.
"I want you on weights this morning." Ed states, his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Jules glares, waiting for him to back down. When he doesn't, she raises an eyebrow. "You're serious?"
Ed nods. The team suppresses laughs as Greg shakes his head, amused at his team's antics.
"I did weights yesterday! You're supposed to let your muscles rest for at least a day afterwards." Jules counters.
Ed shrugs. "A couple won't hurt."
Jules puffs her cheeks as she slowly makes her way to the section of the room where the rack of weights is located. She's about to lift a pair of weights when the klaxon alarm suddenly blares.
"Saved by the bell!" Spike calls out as the team heads out of the gym.
"Team one! Hot call! Hostage situation at the Richmond Airport." Winnie calls out as the city's best elite team gears up and heads to their SUVs.
En Route to Richmond Airport
As soon as Winnie's words reach the sergeant's ears, he calls out. "Terrorism?"
"Not sure. But I have the pilot on the line, I'll patch you through."
"Thanks Winnie." Greg acknowledges, waiting until he hears a soft spoken hello from a male voice on the line. "Sir? This is Sergeant Greg Parker with the Strategic Response Unit. Is it safe for you to speak?"
The team, who is also patched in, listen closely as only breathing is heard on the other end. Then, "Yes, I believe so, Sergeant. The man has retreated back to the posterior part of the plane."
"Okay, Sir. I will be asking you some questions. If you cannot speak, simply don't answer. Do NOT risk your safety."
"Understood."
"Okay, sir. Do you know how many people are threatening the plane?"
"One man with a gun."
"Can you describe the man?"
"Black hair and eyes. I think Hispanic descent. He's well built, mid 40s, and wearing a suit."
"Okay, Sir." Greg acknowledges, glancing at Jules, who is driving the SUV. She frowns, something sounds off.
Greg continues. "Sir, do you think this may be an act of terrorism?"
"I wouldn't know. I can't understand what the man is saying. I think he's speaking Spanish."
"Great." Ed mutters as he steers the SUV, sending Wordy a long suffering look. The language barrier is sometimes what makes a good call turn into a terrible call. And Ed knows it first hand.
Greg rubs a hand over his head. "Sir, is there anything more you can tell me?"
"I apologize Sergeant, I don't know much else."
"Okay thank you for your help, we will arrive on scene in a couple minutes but I would like you to remain on the line."
"Sorry, Sergeant Parker, but my phone is low on battery."
"Okay, Sir. Then I'm gonna need you and your co pilot to remain calm."
"Okay Sergeant."
Greg hangs up the call, something niggling at his brain.
"He sounded too calm." Jules voices. "Something's off about him."
"Yeah." Greg agrees. "The question is what."
Richmond Airport
"Jules, you're negotiating on this one. Lew, cover her. Ed, Wordy, I need you to find us an entry point. Spike, I want you to work some of your magic on this plane's system so it can't take off." Greg disperses tasks as he climbs out of the SUV, heading towards the police chief on scene.
His team answers with a "copy that."
Jules walks to the plane, Lew hot on her heels. She walks up the walkway and takes a deep breath before speaking. "Spike, I'm ready."
The Italian Tech geek takes a breath as he presses a button, overriding the system, and opening the plane's entrance. "Go careful Jules."
Jules lifts her hands in a non threatening motion as she walks inside. Immediately, the gun wielding man turns towards her, gun pointed. He begins speaking Spanish quickly, the gun waving erratically.
"Sir, Sir. I need you to calm down. Do you speak English?" Jules asks, keeping her hands raised.
"No! No, no, no, no! No entienden. Yo no soy el malo!" The man yells in frustration.
Jules frowns as she says softly. "Boss, is the interpreter here?"
"No, Jules. ETA 45 minutes." Greg sighs.
Jules resists the urge to groan. "Boss, we need an interpreter. Now."
"Mira, Mira! Es el piloto! El es el criminal!" The man takes a step towards Jules, but steps back when Lew makes a move with his MP5.
"Sir, I need you to calm down. Please. Put the gun down." Jules speaks slowly, enunciating each syllable in hopes of gaining the man's understanding.
The man keeps shouting, his body language agitated. Jules keeps attempting to talk him down with simple diction. Neither succeed in making their intentions known.
Still something bugs Jules. The man's expressions or actions don't scream violence or revenge. They scream help me.
Richmond Airport, Outside Plane
Arriving on scene, Mitch Daniels hits the brakes on the ambulance and jumps out of the vehicle. He glances at his partner as they begin to unpack the necessary medical instruments.
"You okay, man?"
"Yeah." The blond answers, his eyes frowning at the black SUVs.
Mitch follows his eyesight. "Something bothering you?"
The blond shakes his head. "Nah, it's all good. Lets get this set up. We don't know what we'll be dealing with here."
Mitch nods, letting it go for now.
Greg glances at the paramedics and reports. "Medics on scene. Jules, any injuries on board?"
"No, Boss. Everyone's unharmed. But I'm not making any progress with the subject. Although he has calmed down, I still don't understand what he's saying. What's the ETA on that interpreter?"
Greg sighs. "Sorry, Jules. Still about half an hour away. But, wait, I have an idea."
Greg mutes the headsets and grabs the bullhorn from his truck. He looks around at the assembled and scattered emergency personnel of paramedics, police officers, firefighters, and others.
Turning on the bullhorn, he speaks out to them. "Is there anybody here who can speak and understand Spanish?"
Several people shake their head no with apologetic frowns, and Greg's heart sinks as no one steps forward right away.
Then, a vaguely familiar young man steps out from the crowd and makes his way to Greg. "Sergeant Parker?"
Greg smiles, confused. "Doctor Braddock, what are you doing here?"
"I'm working EMS today, Sir." He looks back at the plane. "I'm guessing there's a language barrier in there."
"Yes, there is." Parker confirms. "You don't happen to speak Spanish, do you?"
"Actually, I do. That's why I stepped forward." At Greg's surprised expression, Sam explains. "I went on a healthcare missionary trip to Central America, countries like Mexico and El Salvador."
Greg smiles in relief. "We need an interpreter. I have two officers on the inside, but my negotiator can't establish a connection with the subject because he only speaks Spanish."
"No problem." Sam agrees quickly. "Are there any injuries on board?"
"No. Hopefully, it remains that way, but if it doesn't..."
"I'll get my pack." Sam finishes off his thought, rushing back to the ambulance.
Greg turns on his headset. "Team, we have an interpreter. Spike I need you to cover him." He pauses. "How's it going Jules?"
"Not good Boss. He's getting frantic, not violently so, but frustrated." Jules answers, the frustration clear in her own voice.
"Hang in there Jules, the interpreter is on his way."
"Copy that."
Richmond Airport, Inside Plane
Jules takes a deep breath, staring at the agitated man. She has tried everything. Speaking articulate. Attempting to speak with her hands. She even asked if there was a Spanish speaking person on the plane. But nothing.
Behind her, Lew whispers reassuringly. "It's okay Jules. An interpreter is on his way."
Jules nods imperceptibly, straining from doing any sudden movements as the man paces in desperation.
"Por favor, oficial. Yo no soy el malo! Es el piloto! Tiene que entenderme!"
Jules looks on in frustration, her ears dying to understand. But again, she shakes her head. "I'm sorry, Sir. I don't understand. Please put the gun down."
Suddenly, footsteps are heard approaching the plane.
Two figures come in, a blond paramedic with one hand up and the other holding a medical pack and Spike with his MP5.
Jules's heart comes to a screeching halt as her eyes meet the paramedic's blue ones.
"Sam?"
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