A/N: Like I've mentioned before, this fanfiction is rated T under guidelines. That being said, the following chapter contains a number of expletives. Again- just a warning.
"This is ridiculous! This is the treatment I get every time I fly into my own damn country- every time! And what? Now, you have guns pointed at my head- just remember this, coppers- I pay your wages! As a taxpayer, and I have the right to do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it!"
Around the agitated man, Ed, Megan, Spike and Greg came closer, each of them with their weapons raised and on aim.
"Stand down!" he yelled.
Together, Megan and Jules stood- shoulder to shoulder.
Megan took a sideways glance. Maybe it was because of her continuing training as a SRU officer that she started expecting bad things to happen all around her. Or maybe it was because she was in a cemetery that she felt uneasy.
At the foot of the grave- where the grass had started to grow, Jules and Megan stood and silently prayed.
Megan chanced a look at Jules. She noticed a few tears coming down her cheek.
Focus. Megan thought to herself, Here you are, at your father's grave, and all you can think of doing is to look around you like a paranoid idiot? I'm better than that.
She looked at the headstone, then at the new grass. The memories of Ed giving the eulogy at the church, and SRU Team One carrying the casket to its resting spot swept into her mind. She started to cry, like her mom.
Jules looked over to Megan, as she wiped her own tears from her cheek. "Let's go." Jules said, as she took Megan's hand and guided her back to the Jeep.
"How did that feel Megan?" Laura asked her, as Megan laid down on the psychiatrist's couch, "To visit your father's grave?"
"It was hard- it just reminded me that he'll never be there for me again. Or to know that he'll never see me succeed."
"I understand Megan," Laura explained, "But at the same time- did you feel anything else?"
"I felt like someone was watching me." Megan admitted.
Laura made a note in the file. "That's good Megan, anything else?"
After her session with Laura, Megan made sure that no one saw her go back to the women's locker room. Once there, she changed into her uniform and made her way into the gym.
"Why were you here so early Textbook?" Spike asked, "Ed and me arrived at the same time, and he was wondering why you were here so early."
"I had nothing else to do." Megan said, not wanting to tell Spike about the therapy.
Actually, the only person who knew- other than her mom, was Greg, because she was legally obliged to tell her boss that she was prescribed anti-depressants.
"You need to get a hobby." Spike suggested, "I hear quilting is fun."
Megan sat down beside him, "Right, because I'm the kind of girl who quilts."
"You don't have to quilt, you could knit, wash dishes, make sandwiches…"
"Spike, I'm not making you a sandwich."
"Dammit." Spike said jokingly, as Ed entered.
"Watch the language Scarlatti." Ed replied, "I hear enough of it as it is."
Both Megan and Spike gave Ed a confused look as Ed sat across from them.
"I, uh…"Ed started, "It's Clark. He's been going out and coming back late a lot, so I asked him about it last night, and he told me to go F myself."
"Strong words." Spike commented.
"Is it a big deal Ed?" Megan asked, "He's growing up and becoming more independent. Look at it this way- if he was doing something criminal, you'd know about it, right?"
"Yeah, and I doubt trouble is in his vocabulary." Spike replied, "Doesn't he play the violin?"
"I suppose- and it's a cello, Spike." Ed responded.
Finally, after waiting for close to a half hour, Greg got there and got dressed.
"Howdy." Greg said, as he entered.
"Howdy is for cowboys." Spike said, as he got up from laying down on the bench, "What's going on?"
"Well, Spike, since you asked, Team One has been selected for-"
"Team One- hot call!"
"I guess Team Two will be doing it." Greg said, as they ran to get ready, "Kiera, what do you got?"
"Code White- Aggravated Man at Lester B. Pearson Airport. He was pulled aside by Border Services, and when they proceeded to open his luggage, he started swearing and threatening the officers."
The entire team was in the SUVs, as they took off.
"Ok." Greg replied, as he processed the information, "Multiple officers already at the scene. How do we approach team?"
"I don't get it." Megan replied from the passenger's seat beside Greg, "The CBSA officers are officers of peace in their own right- why wouldn't they attempt to de-escalate the situation?"
"We'll find out when we get there." Ed replied, as they merged onto the highway, "Kiera- Team One is 8 minutes out."
"Copy that Team One, I'll alert airport security and the CBSA."
Once on scene, the entire team geared up with their firearms and gear. Once inside the airport, they managed to completely scare a woman who seemed lost into nearly having an accident in her pants.
"Right down here." A security guard told them, as he approached the team.
The security guard led the team down a long hallway that entered in a pair of glass doors. The doors were coated with an opaque white with the words 'CBSA Border Services Inspection Area' on them.
"Is the incident directly behind these doors?" Ed asked the security guard.
"Yes." The guard responded, as he had the key in the door lock, "Did you want the door opened?"
"Is the man armed?" Greg asked.
"No- but he's threatened to beat up three of the six CBSA officers who are there."
"Anything else?" Megan asked, "Who else is in there?"
"Two security guards- we haven't been able to locate them on the CCTV, so we think that they are out of camera range observing the situation."
"Can you make radio contact with them?" Spike questioned.
"We tried, but they must've turned off their radios to prevent from being located by the individual."
"Ok," Greg said with a nod, "If you're able to re-establish contact with your men, tell them to stay concealed. What about the man in question- what frame of mind was he in?"
"I was the one who escorted the man with the CBSA officer to the inspection area. He was giving us lip the entire time telling us to find a real job, and to do something meaningful with our lives instead of ruining people's day."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, he…"
"What?" Megan asked, as she asked the young security guard, "What did he say?"
"He called me a retard." The security guard said, "My brother- he needs special education classes. I took offense to it."
"Did you say anything to him?" Megan asked.
"No. I just took it and didn't give him anything to react to. There's a Code of Conduct too, you know."
"Alright." Greg said with a nod, "Ed, what does your bald head tell you?"
"It tells me to keep it shaved." Ed joked, "Ok, we go in tactical- all we have to do is shore up the defenses, and let the responding officers do their job. He's still considered to be on international ground, so we cannot arrest or detain, unless we are given direct, explicit order to do so by the CBSA. Are we clear?"
"10-4." Spike responded.
"Copy that." Megan replied.
"Let's go!"
As if it was a well-rehearsed move, Team One quickly entered the inspection area as the security guard opened the door for them.
Ed quickly became the point man, as the rest of the team assembled around him and slowly started to approach a yelling individual.
"Jesus Christ!" he yelled, "What the hell are they doing here? You guys so damn incompetent you had to call them? Eh?"
"Sir, let these officers complete the investigation of your belongings, and you can be on your way." Ed instructed.
"Put your goddamn weapons down- because I will not be intimidated by a bunch of military wannabes!"
"Is that what you think we are?" Ed responded, "Toronto Police Services- Strategic Response Unit. I'm Team Leader Ed Lane. Beside me are Sargent Greg Parker, Constable Scarlatti and OIT Perrasmith."
"Ohhh, because I'm supposed to be scared?" he lipped back at Ed, "Try doing something real-"
"Are you talking back to me?" Ed yelled, "Are you talking back?!"
"Don't yell at me!" he screamed back at Ed, "Because every time I come into my own country, I get searched like I'm a criminal!"
"You fly often?" Ed asked, "Because if you do, then you know that it is their job to protect the integrity of the Canadian…"
"I don't care, you pathetic idiot!"
"Border Services Officers-" Greg said, as he spoke to the CBSA officers, "Please continue the search of the luggage."
"No they won't!" he man yelled, as he ripped a hard suitcase out of the hands of an Border Services officer, "Hands off- retard!"
Ed and the team edged closer to the man, "What's your name?"
"Screw off!"
"What's your name?!" Ed yelled again.
"Yannick, you hoser!"
"Yannick- that Jewish?" Ed asked.
"It might be!"
"You don't know?"
"I don't care!"
"Put the suitcase down." Ed said, making sure his speech was clear, "Put it down."
"I don't need this shit!" Yannick yelled, "Tell me where in the law- where it says they have the right to unpack my shit!"
"That is their job, Yannick to ensure that there is nothing…"
"I didn't declare anything!"
"And they are ensuring that you aren't lying to them."
"That's what they tell me every time! Every goddamn time!"
"I don't know what else to tell you Yannick." Ed responded, "Other than to let them continue doing their job."
"Screw you- asshat!"
"Let them do their job!"
"This is ridiculous! This is the treatment I get every time I fly into my own damn country- every time! And what? Now, you have guns pointed at my head- just remember this, coppers- I pay your wages! As a taxpayer, and I have the right to do whatever I want, whenever I want to do it!"
Around him, Ed, Megan, Spike and Greg came closer, each of them with their weapons raised and on aim.
"Stand down!" Yannick yelled, "Stand the hell down, because I will not be arrested by a bunch of retards!"
Suddenly, from the door, the security guard who had led Team One to the inspection area burst in.
"Don't say that!" he yelled at Yannick, running towards him, "Take it back!"
Then the guard tackled Yannick to the ground.
"Stand down Team One, stand down." Ed said, "Spike, less lethal! Megan, on me with spray and batons, boss, stay back and lethal if we need it!"
"Copy that Eddie!" Greg said as Ed and Megan approached the scuffle between Yannick and the security guard.
As Megan and Eddie approached, they found that Yannick had managed to bite the guard on his hand, but that didn't stop the guard from continuing to wrestle with the man.
"Security- stand down!" Ed yelled, "Stand down!"
"Take it back!" the guard yelled at Yannick again, as he landed a square punch on Yannick's gut.
"Officers- permission to detain on your ground?" Ed asked the CBSA officers.
All the officers nodded, as they too now had their guns trained and aimed on the scuffle.
"Holster your weapons." Megan asked them, as she and Ed approached, "Stop now- or you will be sprayed!"
Ed repeated the same thing, but neither Yannick or the guard let up their fight of fists.
Ed kicked Yannick in the shin, knocking him to the ground, but Yannick had other plans, and attempted to grab the rifle hanging off of Ed's vest.
Ed backed away to prevent Yannick from grabbing the weapon. In the same movement, he grabbed the man's arm and released the pepper spray into Yannick's eyes.
"You goddamn f-" Yannick started, but couldn't continue as he was in too much pain, and started screaming in pain.
Meanwhile, Megan approached the guard, and pulled him away, by grabbing his arms, which were swung up in the air preparing to land a double fist punch on Yannick.
"In the event of an overwhelming situation, a guard is to give complete control to a superior guard or supervisor, or to the appropriate police or protection services." Megan whispered into his ear, as she quoted the company policy of the security company that employed the guard.
Within seconds, the guard gave up and allowed Megan to place a pair of cuffs on the guard.
"Security guard to the incident, in custody." Megan said to Greg, as he nodded.
"Yannick Berger, in custody." Ed said, as he removed the man's wallet to read his ID.
"Good job." Greg said, as both Ed and Megan handed over their detainees to the CBSA officers.
"And after, Yannick Berger, along with the security guard who had intervened, Lee Carleton- was transferred into the custody of the Canadian Border Services Agency Officers McLean and Dibble." Greg summarized, as part of the debriefing, "Good job team one."
Ed, Spike and Megan nodded, as they agreed and signed the paperwork.
"I've never seen anyone so mad before." Megan admitted, "Didn't think it was possible."
"You'll see things you never thought possible in this job, Megan." Ed said, "Now granted, it won't help."
"What do you mean?"
"Like I've always said- I can talk down career criminals, but I'm a loss for words when it comes to my wife and kids."