A/N: Thanks for my followers. I honestly didn't think this would be such a hit. As promised- this is this weeks Flashpoint fanfic chapter!

A/N: I also apologize for lack of update. To make up for it- this chapter was originally two chapters, so I combined it as a super-chapter. Enjoy! Read and Review!

The next few days were great. The entire team- Ed, Jules, Spike, Sam and Greg really made me feel included. For once in my law enforcement career, not only did I feel like I belonged, but also that I was making a difference.

It was Friday. Just had to get through this ten hour shift- which included a Warranted Arrest, and Team One would be off for three days. I must've warmed up to Eddie, because he invited me to a BBQ at his place for the weekend.

Wording that invitation to the wife was something else.

Last Night

We sat at the dinner table. It was the first time this week that we had been able to eat supper together, as a family. If I wasn't working, Megan was at practise for the "cheer squad" or soccer, or Haley had a meeting about her freelance architecture. It was nice.

"So-Megan, how's school going?" I asked.

She gave me a look of distaste and said in reply "Fine", as she played with her food. "Why do we have to eat this shit?"

"Language!" Haley said, as she handed Matthew a few more cheerios.

Why is he still eating cheerios? Shouldn't he be advancing to food that's more solid?

"We're a family," Haley explained, "Your father needs to more protein and fibre content for work."

"And we're eating it because?" Megan argued.

"Because we support him."

"Anyways- talking about work-" I started,"The team leader- Ed Lane, invited us over to his place for a BBQ on Saturday."

Haley smiled and said "Good for you honey. You going?"

Its like she didn't understand what I meant.

"Well, he didn't invite just me- he invited my entire family."

Haley's fork fell to her plate. "You want us to go? What happened to keeping our personal and professional lives separate."

"Just this once." I promised.

I could tell she had given in when she picked up her fork.

"Hey Megan," she started, "Want to go to a party on Saturday?"

Megan looked at me, then over to her mother, than back at me.

I think she understands the sub-context here- I thought.

"Who all is going to be there?" Haley asked, when Megan didn't reply.

"Well, Ed, obviously- his wife, Sophie, and Clark. I don't know if Izzy is going to be there."

"How old is Clark? Who's Izzy?" my wife asked, as I looked over to Megan, who was trying too hard to not be interested.

"Clark's nearly sixteen. Izzy, is his daughter- born about a month ago. Her name's actually Isabel I think."

"Anyone else?"

"Yeah, Kevin Wordsworth- he's the guy who I replaced. I guess he wanted to be transferred to Guns and Gangs. He's bringing his wife and three daughters. Spike said-"

"Hold on." Megan interrupted, "There's a guy on your team named Spike? That's so cliche!"

"You think?" I asked.

"What's his real name?" Megan asked.

"Michelangelo Scarlatti."

"That's sexier."

Both me and Haley stared at Megan- flummoxed by her previous statement.

"Anyways-" I continued, "Spike might drop by, along with Sergeant Parker."

"Sounds like a party." Megan said again- baffling her mother and father.

After suiting up in the locker room, I walked out to the gym area and sat on a bench.

I could start working out.

Nah- I'll wait. I know we have that warrant this afternoon. Ed will probably want to drill our entry again, and Parker will want to go through the details again.

I suddenly snapped out of my comatose-like trance when Greg approached me, with a man wearing a suit, and carrying two large briefcases in tow.

"Perra," Greg said, "We need to discuss a few things. Debriefing room?"

"Sure" I replied.

I followed Greg and the man into the room. The man invited me to sit with my back to the window. He sat down across from me.

Greg put the huge, garage-like door down, and simply yelling out to the dispatcher- "Winnie! No one in or out- understand?"

"Yes sir."

The man asked for my right hand. He attached a finger clamp, which would measure and calculate my heartbeat. He then broke open the other case to reveal a polygraph machine, and inserted the lead. He took a huge strap and strapped it around my chest. Again, he attached the leads to the machine.

Greg turned around.

"Wow doc- you don't waste time, do you?"

"Well, Sergeant Parker- when you have a flight to catch in two hours time, you tend to want to get things over and done with, am I right?"

"Perra- this is Doctor Toft. Military Psychologist." Greg announced.

"Enough crap- lets get going." Toft said, as he turned on the machine and Greg sat down. "Your name?"

"Perra."

"Full name."

"Kristopher Allison Perrasmith."

"Quite the handle. People make fun of you for having the middle name of a woman?"

"No. Allison was a nickname for my grandfather."

"Understandable." Toft replied, as he made a note in my file, "Perrasmith. That Irish?"

"Yes."

"Ok- I need a baseline. Tell me two truths and a lie in that order."

"I have two sisters. I have two kids, and I hate winter."

"Ok. Word assoication."

"Test."

"You started without me?"

"Yes."

"No thinking."

"Ok."

"Burgers."

"Greasy."

"Love."

"Life"

"War."

"Unnecessary."

"Job?"

"Perfection."

"Border Services."

That last one threw me for a loop, but I didn't hesitate to answer.

"Past."

"October 17th, 2009- you arrived on scene at a domestic disturbance with your partner Leanne Stines. What do you remember?"

"On the date of October..." I started.

"I'm not looking for a factual report, I'm asking for your personal observation at the scene."

"Blood. Woman- early twenties, overlapping bruises to the face, throat and torso. Naked. Attempted rape. Single gunshot wound to the chest."

"DOC?" Toft asked.

"Yes."

"Who called it?"

"I did."

"Where was your partner?"

"Stepped outside. Couldn't handle it."

"Suspect?" the doctor asked.

"Her brother."

"Of?"

"Leanne Stines."

"Ok." the doctor said, as he grabbed an SRU folder. "Were you aware that when you joined team one that they were under investigation."

"Yes, I was made aware."

"Were you told why?"

"Sergeant Greg Parker told me at my initiation that the application of the Priority of Life code was being questioned, in regards to Team One."

"Did he tell you to whom?"

"No."

"As I'm sure you are now aware, Team One is under investigation. Now- even though it is from the past- it will effect the present team one, which will in turn come to question the motives of Kevin Wordsworth stepping down, which allowed you the space to be brought on. Understand?" Dr. Toft asked in a condescending tone.

"Yes."

"Good. When was your last physical examination?"

"A month ago."

"Family history of dementia, paranoia, depression, diabetes, cancer, or heart conditions?"

"My father's father died of a stroke twenty years ago. My mother's father died of a heart attack in his sleep when she was sixteen. My grandmother on my father's side suffered a heart eczema, followed by colon cancer. My other grandmother has been legally blind since she suffered a grand mal seizure two years ago."

"That's very forth coming." Toft understood, "How often do you get an echo-cardiogram? When was your last colonoscopy? At what age did you grandmother have the seizure?"

"I'll get an echo when my doctor recommends one. I've never had a colonoscopy because my full physicals have never shown a sign of a cancerous or benign tumour. My grandmother had the seizure two years ago when she was 93 years old."

"Ok- here's the deal, Mr. Perrasmith-" Toft explained, "Strategic Response Unit Officers are meant to be in good mental and physical health. Your medical history is troublesome, but it will be noted that you will only need a full-physical to re-qualify."

"Ok."

"Enough about that- how's your personal life? When was the last time you spoke with your parents?"

"Two years ago."

"Why so long?"

"My mother has severe Alzheimer's. She can't remember her own name. And every time I speak to my father he nags me about moving back home to take an open position as Police Chief."

"Are you married?"

"Yes."

Toft stared at me. "Care to elaborate?" he asked.

"No."

"Protective of your family?"

"Yes."

"So protective- that you would break the Priority of Life Code to save or protect them?"

He's leading you into a trap. What the hell am I supposed to say?

I shut my eyes.

"That's enough Dr. Toft." Parker intervened, "Stop poking at something that's obviously bruised."

"Greg Parker- it is my job to find fault lines!" Toft exclaimed.

"Are we done here?" Greg yelled.

I winced. He yelled so loud, I figured people outside the room must've heard him.

"Yes. " the doctor said, peacefully, "Officer Kris Allison Perrasmith- you have been cleared for duty."

Greg got up and opened the door, glad for the session to be over.

"Your badge please, Officer Perrasmith."

I grabbed the metal badge of my belt, and handed it to the doctor.

"What's going on here?" asked a booming voice from outside the room.

I looked up.

It was Ed Lane.

On the other side of the door...

Ed had just finished suiting up in the locker room. He knew that Perra was on site, and he figured he'd be over near dispatch or in the gym.

He approached the dispatcher's desk, where a different dispatcher- a man, with short brown hair sat, drumming his fingers on the desk, and looking to his watch every few seconds.

"Got a date?" Ed joked.

"Nah, just waiting for Winnie to get back."

"Where'd she go?"

"Washroom."

Ed looked around. No one in the gym, but he did note that the debriefing room door was closed.

"Who's in there?" Ed asked the dispatcher.

"No clue."

"Oh yeah, she's like a ten." came a voice behind Ed.

Ed looked back to see Spike and Sam discussing women, and ranking them on a scale of one to ten.

Ed didn't like the discussion, but he figured there could be worse things they could be talking about.

"Hey Sam. You see the boss?" Ed asked.

"No- but I did notice that huge Caddy out front. Who would own a ridiculous thing?"

"I think it's Toft's." came a female voice.

Ed looked over, and noted Jules coming forward, who was rapidly buttoning up her uniform shirt, although it didn't stop the entire team from checking out her form fitting, muscle mapping black undershirt.

"I'm sorry what?" Ed asked, bringing himself back to reality.

"Hey, Sam." Jules said, "I'm up here." she said, pointing to her eyes.

"Sorry" Sam muttered, as he sat down and started fiddling with his drop pouch.

"It's Toft's truck." Jules said.

From behind Ed, Winnie returned to the desk and overheard the conversation.

"Yeah- Dr. Toft is in."

"What team is he going to try to break up this time?" Ed asked dryly.

"You don't know?" Winnie asked.

"No. Who?"

"Sarge and Toft went in to the debriefing room about five minutes ago with Perra."

"What?" Ed asked, with tone, "On what grounds?"

"Dunno. Sarge only told me 'no one in or out' "

"Are we done here?" yelled a voice from behind the wall of the debriefing room.

The yell grabbed the attention of the entire team, as they all took in the door receding.

Inside the room, their new team-mate was handing his badge over to Dr. Toft.

"What's going on here?" Ed yelled.

I shut my eyes.

This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

"Greg- what's going on here? Why is he talking to him?" Eddie yelled.

"Ed-calm down." Greg started to reason.

Toft took my badge, and looked at the back, and signed the paper insert.

"It's only an evaluation Mr. Lane." Toft said, as he handed me back my badge. "Don't worry he passed. Although- should I be talking to you instead?"

Eddie looked visibly frustrated. He looked like he wanted to tear Toft a new one...

"I got to go." Toft spoke to the entire team, as he packed up all of his things, "Hope you guys have a good day. I'll now if you step out of line." He threatened.

Just another day at work. Only this time, we're already stressed, and we're not even at the half-hour.

After the situation in the morning, things sort of smoothed out.

We had a group work out in the gym until the Commander got in. We did our monthly weigh-in.

The lightest member, was obviously Jules, but the heaviest took everyone by surprise: Ed.

And from what Ed told me about himself, I found that surprising too.

I mean the guy is the definition of peak physical fitness. It's guys like that who should be teaching fitness classes- not some pseudo-wannabe who used steroids to build muscle.

After the weigh-in Greg checked the status of the warrant. It still hadn't been faxed over to us yet, meaning we can't go out and do the Warranted Arrest.

We quickly went over the finer details of the warrant:

Justin Torrance, wanted for theft over five thousand dollars, grand theft auto, assault, assault with a weapon, sexual assault, possession of controlled substances- with intent to traffic, and possession of an unlawful firearm. Living at the residence of 1443 Steele Avenue, apartment 7B, with girlfriend Amanda DiCostanza. No known weapons in the residence, but we're expecting that he's packing. Our intent is to bring Justin in for his crimes, and keep Amanda safe. Although she has a few priors, only some small-time stuff including some unpaid parking fines, we figure if we can protect her, she might want to testify against her boyfriend.

Just another day.

It was around 1400 hours, or 2pm, for those who aren't fluent with the 24 hour clock, when the warrant came in.

We all assumed our roles.

Boss and Spike were hanging ten back in the parking lot, with a cruiser at the ready to put our guy in, after they evacuated the building, quietly of all other tenants.

Sam and Jules on window entry through white wall with less lethal.

Me and Eddie- front door breach, to contain and arrest.

I carried the ten pound breaching sledge over my shoulder, as me and Ed eased into position.

Ed surveyed the door, then took the right flank, as the door hinges are on the right- meaning I would have to take the left flank and breach from the left.

Ed gave me an approving nod.

We waited for the signal from Sam and Jules.

"Bravo in position" came Jules' whispering voice.

In my mind, the countdown started- Three.

Ed shuffled into position- Two.

I swung the hammer all the way back- One.

The door busted open, with a velocity not meant to be hung from those hinges, causing the them to snap. With utmost haste, I dumped the sledge, and dropped in a flashbang.

Using the flashbang as cover, me and Ed entered.

Over at the window- Sam and Jules entered as Bravo.

In the immediate room- no one was present. As drilled Alpha took the east side of the apartment to clear, as Bravo cleared the west.

Nothing.

"Sarge, we can stop looking." came Jules over the headset.

"Why's that?"

"Single gunshot wound, to the chest, Amanda- no pulse. Upward gunshot wound towards the brain stem on Justin. Looks self- induced based on the amount of gunshot powder on his skin."

"And there's a suicide note" Sam said, as me and Ed joined them to witness the murder-suicide for ourselves, "It says 'Haha cops, I saw you from a mile away.' "

A/N: As you can tell- long chapter. I have a lot of good ideas for this storyline so keep your eyes peeled. As well- bonus question for my Canadian Readers: Where can a Canuck buy the 3rd season of Flashpoint on DVD? Can't find it anywhere!