A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story. I am so glad you like it so far. Please keep on reading and are used in this chapter when people are talking through the TV.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION or the Toronto Sick Kids Hospital.

Spoilers: One Wrong Move, The Better Man, Broken Peace and Below the Surface

Warnings: None

Guns, Gangs and Truths

On Saturday morning Clark sat at the kitchen table eating his breakfast. When his father came in with the paper. "Dad, is that from last night?" He inquired looking at the front page.

"Since when are you so interested in the news?" Ed tapped him on the head with the paper.

"Since my best friend is dating the Chief's daughter," Clark informed him as he took the paper away.

"That was who Dean was talking to?" Ed whistled, "Her father gave our team quite a hard time a few years ago."

"Yeah I know. He wanted to break up the team."

"Mr. Parker had to fight tooth and nail to let Team One stay together."

"Speaking of that, do Sam and Jules always act so gross and PDA like?"

Ed laughed, "Uh-huh and you and Lilly don't do the same thing."

"We're not old, that's the difference."

"Watch it Clark, "Sophie warned.

"Sorry," Clark apologized as he grabbed the paper and walked out of the kitchen.

"Clark." Sophie put her hands on her hips.

Clark pivoted around and walked to the table to collect his dirty dishes and load them into the dishwasher.

"What about the paper?" Ed asked his son.

"Well, it's on the internet. You do know what that is don't you?"

"Yes I know what that is." Ed smirked as he stood up and took the paper from his son," It's what you're going to be banned from if you keep this up."

Meanwhile at Dean's apartment a few blocks away; Dean was trying to get a good look at the front page while his father was reading the paper.

"You know the rules Dean," Greg didn't need to put down the paper, "You'll get it after I'm finished."

"I know. I'm just wondering whose on the front page. Is that Chief Reynolds? The one who spoke last night?"

"Yes. Why?"

"His daughter was the girl I talked to last night. The one I asked out."

Greg folded the paper and looked at his son. Then back at the picture of the Chief and his family.

"What's wrong?" Dean studied his father's eyes.

Greg pondered whether or not to tell his son the whole truth or not. However, the previous night he had seen how happy his son was when he was with the girl. He could tell that Dean really liked her.

"Dad…" Dean was becoming quite a good negotiator "Tell me what's wrong."

Greg knew his son wouldn't let this go unless he told him what he was thinking, so he did. "Dean, there's something you should know before you see this girl again."

Dean's facial expressions did not change, "What is it?" He asked simply.

"Your friend's father, Chief Reynolds, he and I don't actually get along very well."

"You've met the Chief?" Dean's face was more interested then concerned.

"Yes, on a few occasions."

"When?"

"I met him the first time when a team member of mine died. Then we had meetings monthly when my team was on probation.

"You never told me that."

"I didn't need to until now."

"So, what do you want me to do?"

"Chief Reynolds relationship with me should not have any influence on your relationship with his daughter. I just thought you should know."

"Okay," Dean rose from his chair and took his plate to the dishwasher. He then turned on the TV and watched the morning news. As he settled into the couch he watched with some interest as the CTV morning news aired the interview of Chief Reynolds from the previous night.

"The hope is that with the new crime bill the gang related crimes in the city of Toronto will decrease. My office will work with the Guns and Gangs, Homicide Units and our SRU teams to make this happen."

"Is it true that you will personally be working with Guns and Gangs and SRU teams tomorrow to do a drug take down." A reporter questioned.

"Hey Dad," Dean muted the TV "mind if I come to work with you this afternoon."

"Sorry buddy, were going to be pretty busy today. We're hopefully going to be kicking down a few gangs' doors. " Greg walked into the living room and sat down beside Dean.

"I know," Dean unmuted the TV, "Chief Reynolds is overseeing it. Didn't you know that?"

"Dean now is not the best time alright."

"Dad," Dean sighed, "I'm not going to be any trouble. I can help plan, or help Winnie file or-"

"Dean, this is serious work. It's not all fun and games."

"I know that." Dean spoke as his cell phone vibrated signaling an incoming text.

Dean didn't have to be a good negotiator to know his father did not want him answering the text message.

"I just want to see how a multi-divisional task force works. When Mr. Lane came to Clark and I's class he talked a little about it.

"I have a better idea. Clark's babysitting Izzy today. How about you go over and help him. You can practice your negotiating skills on Izzy.

"He's messing up our plan. How are we going to take the girl now?" A man, who was sitting in a dark ally spoke to his boss and colleagues. "If we take him too it'll be more obvious.

"No," the man who the others called 'boss' shook his head, "Him and his little friend we'll be our leverage. Now we can kill the girl and still get what we want."

"Is the plan still the same?" Another man asked. "I'm I still going to go ahead with everything."

"Yes, yes, after what you reported from last night I'd say everything's working out just fine." The boss said.

"Well, well, look who it is, officer Wordsworth how nice of you to grace us with your presence," Greg walked into briefing room number one carrying his team's itinerary for the day.

"Hey Boss," Wordy smiled.

"I'm I supposed to be seeing you here or are you supposed to be somewhere else?" Greg asked and his eyes found his team leader and good friend, "Ed, you wanna answer that?"

"I just thought he might want to remember what it was like before he lost the cool pants."

"Uh-huh, we'll I'm sure his bosses will not appreciate it very much."

"Yes, but on a positive note it does prove even Ed can negotiate," Sam spoke up.

"Watch it," Ed warned as he turned to the younger officer.

"Ah come on Ed that was pretty funny," Wordy chuckled.

"Glad you're back Wordy," Sam piped up.

"Are you really glad or are you just glad I saved you from the wrath of Edward Lane?"

"Both," Sam answered sheepishly.

"Yeah, you and Spike are still doing ten more reps then the rest of the team." Ed informed Sam and Spike.

"What did I do?" Spike looked up only when he heard his name.

"You encourage him."

"Not as much as Jules."

"You really wanna go there?" Jules turned in her seat. "I can make your life a whole lot worse then Ed can."

"She's right." Sam stated matter-of-factly.

"You'd know."

"Hey, hey," Greg raised his voice, "Children lets all settle down. We have to get down to business.

"Man, that's why I don't ask my father to go into work with him. The answer's always no." Clark informed his friend as they racked the leafs in his backyard while keeping a close eye on two-year-old Izzy."

"I was so close though." Dean sighed.

"Fun," Izzy toddled up to the two teenagers and began jumping in the leafs.

"Izzy!" Clark turned to his two-year-old sister in defeat, "Don't jump in the leaves we've already racked.

"Meanie!" Izzy put her hands on her hips and stuck out her tongue at her older brother.

"This is why I'm never having kids!" Clark informed Dean as he scooped the toddler up and carried her towards the enclosed play area.

"Put me down!" Izzy bite his arm and Clark released his grip on his sister and she tumbled to the ground hitting a sharp rock with a thump.

"Izzy!" Clark forgot about his arm and knelt down beside his sister, who was barely conscious with a bleeding head. "Call 911!" He shouted to Dean but his friend was already on the phone.

Ed and Sophie had both arrived within the hour and Izzy was being treated. Clark had a bite he refused to let anyone treat and Dean refused to leave his friend's side. So the two teenage boys were put into an empty room.

'Knock, knock," A young male doctor entered the room. "My name is doctor Dylan Carver. Which one of you is Clark?"

"I am," Clark responded, "But I don't want you to fix my arm until my sister is all better."

"Your sister is perfectly fine. Her head is all stitched up and she's resting been moved up to the recovery unit. Your parents are with her now. Your arm however might get infected if it doesn't get fixed soon."

"Why should I believe you?"

"I'll tell you what after I fix your arm I'll bring you up to see your sister."

"Are you sure you're a doctor?" Clark asked. "You look like you're still in school."

"I'm a first year resident, so I'm actually still in school." Dr. Carver said, "Now do we have a deal or not."

"Okay," Clark gave in.

"So now, you must be Dean Parker." Dr. Carver turned to Dean, "I think you may know my cousin Sandy."

"Uh…"

"If you're going to interrogate my friend the deal's off," Clark warned.

Dr. Carver laughed, "No, no I'm glad Sandy met someone. I'm not going to interrogate you. We're really close though, I spoke to her last night and she mentioned you."

"She did?" Dean blushed a little.

"Yeah," Dylan nodded, "She seems to really like you."

After that everybody in the room remanded silent until Clark's arm was bandaged.

"Who knew two year olds could bit so hard," Clark examined bandage wrapped stiches as he and Dean followed Dr. Carver back to the elevator.

"Maybe I should go and catch the bus home. I don't want to intrude."

"Man, when are you going to realize my parent's like you better then me."

"Well, now that's not hard to do." Dean laughed.

Just as the trio stepped in the elevator Dr. Craver's pager went off and he left Dean and Clark after telling them where to go.

"Clark, Dean," Ed was the first to notice the two boys. "Who'd you let fix up your arm?

"Dr. Carver. I figured you guys told him to."

"No," Sophie shook her head, "Eddie did you?"

"No, I figured Clark would come around on his own terms."

"He had a mask on, even when he walked in. At the time I thought it was weird…" Dean stated his observations.

"Yeah and he knew Sandy too said he was her cousin. That's what got me to trust him." Clark, who was thinking the same as his friend finished.

"Look, I appreciate you guys being alert and aware but I think if the guy wanted to hurt you he would have. If it makes you feel any better though I can have a doctor unstitch your arm to make sure there aren't any bugs in it." Ed teased his son.

"No I'm fine. And I'm going to stay over at Dean's apartment tonight." Clark informed his parents.

"And what does Mr. Parker think about this idea?" Ed reached for his phone.

"Come on Dad its not like I need to ask. I mean you put your lives on the line for each other all the time you don't trust me with him. I've stayed over before, it's cool."

"I'm not worried about your safety I'm worried about your manners."

"My Dad won't mine Sir," Dean promised, "You can call him if you prefer though."

"Clark, you should be taking notes from Dean. You know what stay there maybe if you stay there long enough you'll learn some good manners."

"Thanks," Clark elbowed his friend as they walked out of the hospital room.

"Hey it got you to stay the night at my place didn't it?"

"Yeah I guess it did." Clark shrugged his shoulders as he opted to head for the stairs. "Last one outside sleeps on the floor!" He called over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean matched his speed and the two raced outside into the night.

"I win!" Clark gasped for air a smile forming on his lips then he noticed it. The little red dot on Dean's shirt.

"Get down!" He pushed Dan into a nearby bush as shots flew from across the front entrance of the hospital from a rooftop across the street.

TBC

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