A/N: Here's the second chapter. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading and don't forget to review. :)

When Sam woke up at 5 sharp the next morning, he smiled. It was the first time in about two years that he had slept longer than two hours. And with no nightmares. And the reason was sleeping at his side, curling into him, her head on his chest.

Not wanting to wake her, he gently slipped from under her, pressed a pillow to her side, and made sure her bare body was completely covered with the blanket. Other than a small sigh, the brunette didn't budge. He stood there on the side of their bed for a couple minutes, watching her sleep. So beautiful, so peaceful.

After taking a quick shower and dressing into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, he made his way to the basement. Once there, he lifted the blue training mat and pulled on a small latch. It opened with a small click, revealing a sniper rifle, a couple handguns, silencers, ammunition, butterfly knives, a bow and arrows, half a million in cash, and various passports and fake IDs. He selected the passport and papers with the name David Hilton and a couple knives that couldn't be detected by metal detectors. He put the papers in his wallet, a knife in his right shoe, and two in either side of his pant's belt loops, where a special holder was placed discreetly inside.

Satisfied with the items, he closed the latch and covered it once again with the thick training mat.

Jogging back upstairs, he checked on Jules, Jake, and Sadie, all who were sound asleep. He went into each of their rooms and placed a gentle kiss on their foreheads. He loved his family more than his life, and he had proven that time and time again. He would do absolutely anything for them.

With that resolve, he headed to the garage and uncovered his motorcycle. It was well maintained and had a tank full of gas. He smirked at the reminder that Jules had confessed to using it on occasions. He really wanted to see his girl drive it. He opened the garage door and took it out, closing and locking the garage behind him.

Revving up, he headed to the strategic response unit headquarters. After all, he had a mission to complete.

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My name is David Hilton. I'm a veteran soldier. I served on 51st Division. Not married. I was honorably discharged. Served in JTF2 for two tours. I'm 28 years old.

Sam closed his eyes. I can do this. I have to do this. He reached for his wedding ring, safely tucked under his shirt, hanging on a chain along with his dog tags. He reminded himself of his family, his precious family. Thinking of them always calmed him and gave him the courage.

Knock. Knock.

"Come in."

Commander Alexander Holleran. Army veteran and decorated police officer. Joelle Holleran, wife, deceased. No children.

"Commander Holleran." Sam opened the door, his posture and expression devoid of the moral war that had been taking place just moments before. The cocky rookie persona took over. "I'm David Hilton."

The commander looked up from the papers he was studying at his desk. "Ah, yes. Master corporal Hilton. The young man fast tracked to the SRU." His voice, although calm, held a note of suspicion that Sam quickly detected.

He knew what Holleran was thinking. Why would a military man trained to fire become an urban police officer trained to talk?

"That's right, Sir."

Holleran stood and extended a hand. Sam shook it. "Welcome to the SRU. All your paperwork has been filled out and reviewed. You can begin today. Team One will be in the briefing room in 30, until then feel free to take a quick tour of the place. Any questions?"

"No, Sir. Thank you." Sam did a quick recon of the office, just in case I have to come back, and left, closing the door behind him.

He had 30 minutes to kill. He surveyed his surroundings, although he had already studied the building blueprints extensively before and knew exactly where everything was.

He heard footsteps coming from his right and quickly turned to see an older man with a balding head and fatherly features approaching him.

Sergeant Gregory Parker of Team One. Retired Detective and cop before that. Sandra Jean Parker, wife, and Dean Parker, son. Wife filing for divorce.

"Morning, young man. Are you looking for someone?"

"Morning, Sir. I'm actually looking for Sgt. Parker."

"Well, you found him. How can I help you?" His smile was kind and his voice gentle, and Sam could see why this man was the best negotiator the branch had ever seen.

"I'm David Hilton, Team One's new recruit."

Realization dawned in the older man's eyes. "David, why don't you follow me so I can introduce you to the Team."

He followed the Sgt. to a conference type room. A screen in the front, glass window overlooking the city on the side wall, a rectangular table with 8 chairs in the center - 3 chairs on each side and 1 on each end.

"Take a seat. The team's probably dressing into their uniform."

He nodded and sat at the back end, facing the Sgt. This way he had full view of the room.

In less than five minutes, the team had each taken a seat at the table, sending curious glances his way. His fake facade had almost fallen when his wife walked in, looking sexy as hell in her uniform with his name printed across her back.

"Team, as you all must have noticed, we have our new team member in today. Now that Rollie's sergeant, David will be taking his place. He took his baby steps at 51st division, went army, and was fast tracked to SRU." Parker turned his attention to David. He motioned to each person as he went around the table, introducing them. "Team Leader Ed Lane, Kevin Wordsworth, Spike Scarlatti, Lewis Young and Jules Braddock. "

As each name was called, he mentally reviewed their files. His mind blanked at Jules's name.

"So, David, how does it feel to be out of the sand?" The man who called himself Spike asked, smile in place.

"Feels great."

"So, how many you take out?" Lew.

"Like on a date?"

The guys all laughed.

"So, why'd you decide cop?" Wordy.

Sam shrugged. "I'm a good shot."

"We'll see about that." Ed.

He smirked cockily.

Spike jabbed Jules on the side. "Looks like you have competition, Mrs. Sierra One."

The team laughed at that. Obviously an inside joke.

Sam knew his wife was a sniper, he'd just never seen it in action and a part of him didn't want to acknowledge that she was tainted by the lives she'd taken as well. He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering or second guessing herself. And that's what accompanied pulling the trigger.

"Don't worry, I'll beat the competition." She grinned at him.

"We'll see about that." Sam parroted Ed's words from earlier with a grin of his own.

"Alright team, listen up. Today we have a long day ahead of us. We'll run a couple drills to break in the rookie, hit the gun range, and patrol for the rest of the day unless we get a call. Copy?"

"Copy!" Six voices replied in unison.

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"What do you think of the new recruit?"

The man in question raised an eyebrow at his boss. "He's really good. Perfect scores, flying colors. Hell, if I hadn't seen it myself today, I wouldn't have believed it."

"But?"

"But I don't like how he got to skip the line by getting fast tracked. He's cocky and trigger happy. That boy needs to be put in line, and it'll be a pleasure to do it."

Greg shook his head slightly. "I agree with you, Eddie, but don't be too hard on him."

Ed nodded. "Alright. Goodnight Greg."

"Night Eddie."

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"She's married man."

Sam turned to the voice beside him. Spike motioned to Jules who was walking ahead of them toward her jeep. (The black one he got her for her 21st birthday.)

"What?"

"I said she's married. I see the way you look at her." Spike, always cheerful and playful, actually looked serious, showing Sam how much these men cared for his wife. He was glad she had them, her second family, like she called them.

David shrugged nonchalantly, keeping up the act. Sam, however, cursed himself inwardly for allowing himself to be caught. He was in love with her and that always shone through his eyes, how was he supposed to stop it? He reminded himself that it jeopardized the mission and therefore his family. His expert facade fell back in place. The cocky rookie was back. "She's hot."

Spike glared, "I'm serious man, stay away from her."

David nodded and Sam smiled inwardly. In different circumstances, he and Spike would be great friends. But unfortunately that could never happen because he was the hit man and Spike...

Well, Spike was his target.