A/N: Just a quick note about this chapter. For starters, it's loosely based around the song from Bullet For My Valentine of the same name as the chapter. As well, this chapter has to be one of the easiest chapters I've written to date. That probably has something to do with the life experiences I have that go along with this subject matter.

"I'll do it! Get away!"

"No, you're not going to." Jules responded to the frightened, suicidal teenager. She looked back to Ed and Spike, who stood ready to protect not only themselves, but Jules as well, in case the teenager got violent. "She's not going to do it."

BEEP! BEEP!

Again, seriously?

Like clockwork, I pulled out of my parked spot, turned on the sirens and lights, and turned off the speed radar unit. Within seconds, the target vehicle pulled over to the side of the road, and I pulled my cruiser over as well, right behind theirs.

I picked up the radio, "Dispatch, SS Perrasmith on a 10-22T westward on Eglin. Target is a red Toyota, marker Alpha Romeo Tango Papa Four Sixteener."

"10-4, SS Perrasmith."

I got out of the vehicle and I approached the driver's side.

"Good day sir, how are you?" I asked.

"I'd be doing much better, if I wasn't here."

"What exactly do you mean by that sir? Are you having suicidal thoughts?"

"No, I mean, here, pulled over."

"Ok sir. Do you know why I pulled you over?"

"I was speeding."

"That's right sir. Do you know how fast you were going?"

"Eighty kilometers an hour in a fifty zone."

I responded, "Well, to be exact, you were doing 82 kilometers an hour. Any weapons, knives, needles, or any sharp objects in the vehicle that could inflict harm on me or another human being?"

"No."

"Ok. License, registration and proof of insurance please."

He handed me the documents. I quickly looked over them and replied to him before I started walking back to the cruiser, "Shouldn't be long sir."

After getting back, I placed all three documents up against the laptop, and started to run the insurance validity first, since I knew that would take the longest. After that, I picked up the radio.

"Dispatch, this is SS Perrasmith, I need all currents and priors on a David Anderson, of 1352 Prescott Drive, of Rockland, Ontario."

"10-4" the female dispatcher responded.

Then the insurance check finished. Nothing- good.

I then closed the insurance searcher and opened up the Ministry of Transportation search of database screen.

As soon as I clicked in the last digit of the driver's license, and pressed enter, the radio crackled to life.

"Attention SS Perrasmith." The dispatcher called out.

"On standby dispatch," came my response, "Results?"

"No currents on David Love Anderson of Rockland, Ontario. Priors of attempted assault and attempted sexual assault."

"10-4 dispatch. Those on pickup or within 5?"

"Within 5, SS Perrasmith."

"Pardoned?"

"Negative. No check in with parole officer this week."

"10-4 dispatch. Permission to detain?"

"Negative, SS Perrasmith. Red flagged- will have Correctional Services look at record."

"10-4" I responded, as I finished printing off the speeding ticket.

I got out and again, approached the vehicle.

"Mr. Anderson." I said, as I passed him back his documents, "This is a speeding ticket for $78. You can pay this in person or online. If you want to pay in person, you can do so at the 52nd Toronto Police Service detachment at the address on the ticket. If you want to take this to court, it's written on the ticket when you can take this to the Moving Violations Procedural Court. That'll be at the courthouse on Kingston Road. I also understand that you're on parole, but you haven't checked in with your parole officer this week."

"Well, I was…" he started.

"Let me finish." I said, "I'll have to inform you that your file has been flagged and the Correctional Services of Canada is going to look into file to see if you should go back to prison. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but, I was out of town to visit my daughter in Hamilton."

"You should have made arrangements with your parole officer then." I replied, "Other than that, have a great day."

"Team one, hot call!", Winnie yelled over the loudspeaker as Team One scrambled to get ready, "Woman called the police when she found her daughter in her room with a knife. She had already slashed her arms and when her mother found her, she threatened to kill herself."

Once the team got to the call, everyone assembled behind one of the SUVs.

"Where's Sam?" Jules asked.

"He quit SRU." Greg said, "Jules, I want you to take this one, ok?"

"Why'd he quit?" Spike asked.

"Can we get some focus here people?" Ed bluntly replied, "You were saying?"

"I'll be in your ear the entire time, if you need me Jules. You've done this before, you can do it again."

"Are we going tactical on this one?" Ed asked.

"Yeah, Ed," Greg said, "You and Spike cover Jules. She may try to use that knife on Jules."

"Scorpio?" Eddie asked, as he passed a personal defense weapon to Spike.

"No. Less-lethal. We don't want an estranged teenager in our crosshairs."

"Copy that."

Ed and Spike lead the way, as Jules travelled behind them. As they approached the door, an older, rotund woman opened the door, "I don't know what to do, I just panicked."

"It's ok." Ed said, as they stopped, "You can go out, and talk to our Sarge. He'll need as much information as you can give him."

"Just make sure she's ok." She said, as she started out the door, and Ed, Spike and Jules continued down the hall, "She's a good kid!"

"Dispatch, SS Perrasmith out for lunch."

"10-4"

"Out for lunch?"

I looked out my driver's window, and into the Guns and Gangs cruiser, where Officer Kevin Wordsworth sat.

"Yeah," I said, "I have a salad in my bag that Jules made."

"Having the wife make your lunch, gotta love it, right?"

I laughed, "Main reason why I got married."

"How you are doing, though?" Wordy asked me.

"I'm good, why?"

"Just asking, just asking."

Then the radio started up, "SS Perrasmith, please contact dispatch immediately."

I sighed heavily, as Kevin laughed, and I grabbed the radio.

"This is SS Perrasmith, go ahead dispatch."

"52nd Bylaw Constable Mason requiring immediate assistance."

"10-4, what's the subject?"

"Angry suspect concerning noise complaint ticket, demanding to speak to higher authority."

"10-4, what's the 20?" I said, as I put the car into gear, "See you later?" I asked Wordy.

"I'll be here all day." He said, as he peered through a small set of binoculars.

Once I got to the call, I got out and saw one of the officers that I supervise in the 52nd Division.

"Officer Sarah Mason. How are you?"

"I'm good Sarge." She said, "Sir, this is 52nd Division's Staff Sargent Kristopher Perrasmith."

"Should I bow?" asked the early twenties man, "Look, I have no clue why I got this ticket, so I don't understand why I should pay it."

"Can I see the ticket sir?" I asked.

"Be my guest." He said, as he handed me the ticket.

I looked it over quickly.

"So what you're telling me," I said, "You have no clue as to why there is a ticket to your home, for last Thursday, at 2:30 in the morning for excessive noise?"

"Yes! That's what I've been telling this.."

"Watch it." I demanded of him, "You want to continue that sentence?"

He looked at me shyly, "No."

"Ok, you know what, I can get some extra officers down here, and they can canvass this entire neighborhood, asking all of your neighbors if they heard excessive noise coming from your home last Thursday at 2:30 in the morning. You want me to do that?"

He looked at me again, then at the ticket, "Know what- I'll just pay it."

"You sure sir?" I asked, "Because it won't take me long to get four extra officers here to ask everybody here."

"No, its fine." He said, as he walked back inside his house.

I walked back to the cruisers with Officer Mason. "See what I did there?" I asked.

"What did you do?" she asked.

"I was firm with him, I didn't let him talk excessively. Once people get talking, they get a lot like a steamroller. They just keep going, and they build up steam, and aggression."

"Ok."

"Anything else?" I asked.

"I can tell you did something else, Sarge, but I don't know what it is."

"It's ok, I don't mind," I said, I could see the confidence of one of the division's newest bylaw officer draw out of her, "You saw that I was more than willing to prove his innocence, right?"

"Yeah, that's one thing I didn't get- why'd you do that?"

"Because, if he truly was innocent, it would have proved it."

She replied, "But I knew he did it, I was the once who wrote up the ticket. That's why he contacted 52nd and they dispatched me here."

"I know that." I said, "I looked at the ticket. By not accepting my offer of innocence however, he has now proved himself guilty of the offense by omission."

"Oh, I get it." She said. "Thanks."

"No problem," I said, "See you back at the station tonight, right?"

"You bet."

As Jules followed Ed and Spike down the hall, she noticed some decorative artificial azaleas hanging on the wall.

Azaleas, my favorite flower. She thought. Yeah, and they screwed Kris up pretty good on our wedding day. Damn allergies. And the toast that his best man made- Derek…Mare, yeah, that's it. Yeah, he mentioned the azaleas in his toast. It was about a flower that grew in Kris' backyard as he was growing up. His mom told him that once he found the girl he was going to marry, he could give her those azaleas. He told me he never did that at his ex-wife's wedding, because it botheredhis allergies so much. That must means he really does love me…

"Ok, Jules, we're here." Ed muttered to Jules.

Jules knocked on the teenager's room door.

"Jules, her name is Jade." Greg told her over the radio.

Jade? Jade was the name of Kris' cousin who wanted to be part of the wedding. God- she was such an idiot- why the heck would I choose her- a woman I don't know to be my maid of honor? Then again, I don't have too many female friends, since I work with men.

"Jade- my name is Jules, and I'm with the Police Strategic Response Unit. I want to help you. From what I understand- you're bleeding right? Do you want an EMT?"

"Go away!"

"I'm sorry, Jade, I can't do that. Can I open the door, so we can talk better?"

No reply came, so Jules nodded to Ed and Spike as they opened the door, and they entered.

Jules looked at the disgusting sight of several slashing wounds across the lower arms of the girl, all of which were bleeding bright red blood.

"Jade- you don't look too, good, can I get someone to help you?"

"Don't come any closer, or I'll do it!"

"Ok, Jade, ok. These guys are with me, ok? This guy's Ed, and this is Micheangelo- you can call him Spike, ok? They won't do anything until I tell them, ok?"

"Jules-" Parker said over the radio, "She depressed, might even might have psycho-symptoms of mental depression. Tread carefully."

Jules looked around the room quickly. Outside the window, she could barely see the steeple of Saint Matthew's Church, where she got married.

The church was decorated amazingly. I don't think I thanked Kris' sister, well not really his sister, Lauren enough. It was awesome that she was an interior decorator and that she wanted do decorate the church for nothing.

"Please Jules," she said, "It's the least I can do."

"C'mon," Jules had begged, "I know that it's probably a hassle.."

"For my brother, please. He's helped me so much, I have to give back. Hell, I can tell he was devastated when that bitch of an ex-wife left him. I'm just so happy to see him happy, you know?"

"Ok- I think I got a grip on things here Jules," Greg said, "Her mom says that she's been really into this guy at school, and that they've been flirting all summer. Well, Jade saw this gentleman at the park the other day with another girl."

"Jade- why don't you tell me why I'm here?" Jules asked.

"Because my mom called you!"

Jules whispered into the radio, "Boss? She's giving me nothing, seems like she might be angry at the world or something."

"That might be the case Jules- she's a fifteen year old girl who's had a crush on a boy for a really long time, and now she thinks that her dream is crushed. Try to connect with her."

"How? She's not giving me anything to react to. She's just an angry kid."

"Ok Jules, here's a question- how did you bond with your step daughter, Megan?" Greg asked, trying to get Jules to think about how to connect to a younger woman.

So Jules started thinking. How did we connect? It just sort of seemed natural. She moved in with her dad, we hung out a bit. Oh, then I found out that she wanted to be a cop, we had a common interest.

Again, Jules looked around the room, this time, trying to take everything in.

"Don't come any closer!" Jade yelled.

"I am not going to Jade." Jules said, as she pointed to a guitar on a guitar stand, with several pieces of paper around it, with music notes all over them, "When I was your age, I had a guitar too. I was never good at it though, although it looks like you're writing your own songs right?"

"Yeah," Jade wept, "They're all about him."

"About your boyfriend?" Jules asked.

Jade looked up to Jules.

"He doesn't love me- no one loves me!"

Then she put the blade of the knife up against her throat, "What's the point of living if no one loves me?"

"You know what Jade," Jules replied, "My boss has been talking to your mom, and she loves you. He's talking to your friends, and they love you for who you are- an independent hard-rock girl, right?"

"We want to start a band…"

"And you know, what, you still can- you can start your band, get signed to a label and tour the world!"

"What's the point?" she cried, "I wanted him to see me play!"

Jade started to dig the knife into the skin of her throat.

"Jules-" Ed whispered, "Hard reality?"

"It might be the only way." She whispered back, "Jade- do you know what's going to happen if you cut your throat? You'll tear up your muscle tendons, and cut your vocal chords. You'll pass out from the major loss of blood. Then you'll wake up in a hospital bed, and you won't be able to talk. You won't be able to sing."

"I just want to make this stop!"

"Make what stop Jade? I want to help you, please let me help you. Whatever you are feeling, we can make you feel better."

"The only thing that'll make me feel better is if I die!"

I finished up my patrols for the day, and ended up back at the station. As soon as I walked in, the dispatcher started to hand me papers and files.

"You need to sign this. Go over that file, I think Danny has everything out of order. Jackie wants to see you in HR, and a reporter called for you from the Lethbridge Herald."

"Lethbridge Herald?" I asked, as I took the files, "What did they want?"

"They wanted an outside opinion, apart from the Lethbridge Police Force if TIED units really are the future of traffic policing."

"And they contacted me because?"

"Because 52nd Division is the best traffic policing unit in the TPS."

"Damn straight," I said with a smile, "Is Jackie with anyone right now?"

"No, go right in."

I grabbed all the papers and files, and walked down the hallway. As I approached one door, I scanned my keycard at the door module, which unlocked the door for me. Once inside, I continued walking down the hall, and turned to the left a few yards down and into the Human Resources office.

"Jackie Berthka." I said with a smile, as I sat down.

"Sargent." She said, as she passed me a large number of folders, "New recruits. Pick what you like."

"Budgeted?" I asked.

"Four."

"How many can I have?"

"Two."

"Always great to talk to you Jackie."

I continued down the hall, and got to my office. I unclipped my key ring from my belt and unlocked the door.

Once inside, I halfways threw and placed the files and papers on my desk, as I dislodged my cell-phone from its cradle on my best and hit a speed-dial option.

"Winnie, hi, this is Sargent Perrasmith down in 52nd." I said to the SRU dispatcher.

"Hey, what can I get for you?" she replied.

"Is Jules there? I know she doesn't carry her cell on her anymore."

"No, Team One is out on a call."

"Anyway of getting a message to her?" I asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Tell her that Kevin Wordsworth has a lead on the DiCamilo case and that I love her."

"Copy that."

Greg finished taking some notes, as Winnie came over the radio, "Greg- can I transmit directly to Jules?"

"Negative Winnie, she's in the middle of a suicide intervention. Is this important?"

"Half of it is- Perra called up and said that Guns and Gangs have a lead on the DiCamilo case, and that he loves her."

"I'll text her on the PDA." Greg thought out loud, hoping that Jules had the PDA on vibrate.

"Why is it that you'll only feel better if you die, Jade? Why is that?" Jules asked, "Because if you do that, you'll make a lot of people sad, maybe even angry that you died on them. How would your friends feel if they had to watch you die? How would your mom feel?"

Then Jules' PDA made a sound, indicating she had a message on it.

"Jules…" Spike said, "Vibrate."

She looked down at it. The indicator light was glowing green, meaning it was from Greg.

"It's from the boss."

"Answer it then." Ed suggested.

Jules darted behind Ed, as she took out the PDA and unlocked the screen to read the message- 'Hey Jules, Perra called the station to tell you that G&G might have a go on DiCamilo and to tell you that he loves you.'

Thanks Perra. She thought, as an idea came into her mind.

"Jade- let me tell you something." Jules started, as she stepped closer, "If you do decide you want to kill yourself, you won't be here to find the person who does love you, who accepts who you are. Because someday, you will find somebody like that- you'll find someone who you can't stand to be away from for five minutes."

"I'll do it! Get away!"

"No, you're not going to." Jules said, as she looked back to Ed and Spike, "She's not going to do it."

Jules grabbed forward and pulled the knife out of Jade's hand. "Someone does love you."

Back at the SRU station, Jules stepped out of the women's locker room, and saw Greg waiting for her.

"Good job Jules." He said, "What changed?"

"What do you mean?" she asked, as she adjusted her hair a bit in her reflection in the glass door, as she waited for Perra to pick her up.

"You've been a happier person since you got married Jules. Don't think we haven't picked up on it."

"Thanks."

"You're an excellent negotiator Julianna, I want you to know that."

Jules looked to her boss. "I suppose you want to know what's going on with the DiCamilo case, right?"

"I have a few ideas."

"Wordy told us that Guns & Gangs have been trying to break the DiCamilo case open. Perra found out through the grapevine that the guys who took us hostage got out because of good behavior. He thinks that they might try something like that again, so he's been helping Wordy and his unit out with the case."

"Ok." Greg said, content with the answer.

"So- we going to be looking for new team members, I mean, we never replaced Perra, and now we lost Sam?" Jules asked.

"Yeah," Greg said, "It's not that easy though. There's only one available recruit, the commander can only approve testing if we have at least two recruits, Eddie wants two new people, and management is telling us we can only have one."

"Tough call." Jules said, as she saw Perra pull up, "See you tomorrow?"

"No, tomorrow I'm going to Kingston with Dean. He got fast-tracked from high senior year in Dallas into Queens University."

Once at home, Jules, me and Megan sat at the table working on our respective workload.

"Synonym to Oxymoron," Jules thought out loud, as she worked on her crossword, "seven letters- Paradox."

I looked over to Jules. "Having fun?" I asked.

"I am," She said with a content smile, "What are you working on?"

"Recruits." I replied, as I closed the one file and bowed my head in frustration, "We've budgeted for four recruits, we have 30-some applications, but I was told I can really only hire two."

"Parker's having the same trouble."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"What are you working on, Meg?" Jules asked.

"My application."

"Oh, god," I said, "Please tell me you're not applying to the student position that's coming up."

"No. Humber places students on volunteer teams with the police."

"Yeah," I replied, "Rover Crews."

"Well, this year is the first year that they're trying out an SRU Rover Crew. I'm applying for it."

"So wait-" I said to Jules, "Why is Greg having a hard time with recruits?"

"Sam left." Jules said, "Never showed up today. I guess Ed and Parker knew, but no one told me and Spike. We're down to four. Ed wants two people….wait, why don't you try out?"

"She can't try out, Jules." I said, "Megan doesn't have her basic academy training yet, or four years' experience in policing."

"I don't mean Megan, I mean you."

"I can't try out; I can't be on the Team."

"No- " Jules corrected, "You can't be on the team, but that doesn't stop you from trying out, plus, you'd be doing the boss and Ed a favor, because there is only one recruit and the commander will only approve testing if there is two or more recruits."

"But by trying out, I'm admitting to trying out for a team I can't be on."

"Not if you're not actually testing for team one. Greg can approve your testing for another team."

"I can tell you want me to try out, don't you?"

"Will you?" Jules asked.

I looked at my wife. "I'll make the call tomorrow."