A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story. It means so much to me. I am so glad people like it. I was really nervous when I posted it, I wasn't sure how good it was going to be.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION, the NBA or Apple.

Spoilers: Between Heartbeats and One Wrong Move

Warnings: Someone gets shot point blank and is killed.

Police Protection

As shots continued to ring throughout the night all Dean and Clark could do was hide. As the hid Clark quickly dialed his dad's work number; knowing his father never turned it off.

"Clark," Ed's angry voice responded after the second ring, "You know you only use this number in an emergency!"

"We're under sniper fire and I think Dean's been shot!" Clark panicked, "We're just outside the hospital."

"Stay down and don't move!" Ed could now hear the gunshots as he ran down the stairs following the path his son had moments before.

As Ed ran outside he was in the process of calling the sniper in when he heard the sound of a bullet and both teenagers screaming. Letting the phone smash onto the floor Ed dove into the bushes.

"He's really hurt Dad!" Clark who was using the flashlight app on his IPhone to survey Dean's wounds choked back tears.

"No, no he's fine you're doing the right thing." Ed praised as he saw Clark had torn off a piece of his shirt and used it as a bandage on Dean's shoulder. "I called 911 help is on the way. We're going to catch whoever did this.

"My Dad…" Dean wheezed out as his eyes began to close.

Ed had forgotten to call Greg, one of his closest friend and Dean's father. "I'll be right back," He ran back into the line of fire to retrieve his personal phone, which had luckily been unharmed in the line of fire. Grabbing it he pressed speed dial 2 and let his friend know what was going on.

"Dad! He needs medical attention! Can't we take him inside?" Clark pleaded with his father as he returned back to the safe area.

"Clark," Ed tried the best way he could to explain the situation to his son, "We can't risk Dean getting shot again or one of us getting shot. Unless we have shields or something that can stop bullets I can't take him into the line of fire.

"Where are we supposed to get shields?"

"The SRU are enroot along with other units when they come they'll have shields and they'll make sure Dean gets all the help he needs. I promise he'll be okay."

"You can't promise that! I'm not some kid anymore you can't lie to me! I know what can happen, you've been shot, Jules nearly died from a sniper wound and Lew died from an IED. I know the risks I've known them all my life. I watch the news I hear kids talk and adults. You don't get to lie anymore.

"Clark-"

"No! No more excuses I know the risks I've known them all my life. So you don't get to lie anymore! I want the truth."

Ed shook his head and sighed, "Clark, Dean has a serious shoulder wound. He needs immediate medical attention but right now we're doing all we can." Ed dealt with these situations everyday but seeing is son in a panic stricken state was enough to send him on a vendetta after the person who was trying to kill his son.

A few minutes later as Dean was fighting to stay awake police sirens screeched to a halt in front of the hospital and Ed met the officers halfway, "Seventeen year old male has severe shoulder wound," He told the man who he knew to be the Team Two team leader Officer Hayes as he walked under the shield and put on his bullet proof vest. "Clark! Ed hastily handed his son a bullet proof vest, "Put that on and that's an order!"

Clark who was still putting pressure on Dean's wound looked up at his father. His hands were covered in Dean's blood and his face was stained with tears.

"He's going to get the best help they can give him." Ed took his son's shoulder and tried to pull him away from his friend. "I can promise you that."

"Come on son, I have officers looking for the sniper and doctors are right inside the door ready to help your friend. We need to get him some help."

"Okay," Clark allowed his father to help him up.

"Go inside and get yourself some help. Ask you speak to Dr. Luria.

"Dad I-"

"Come on kid," A younger officer let his colleague go with Ed while he took his own shield and led Clark towards the ER.

"Why can't I help?" Clark kept looking over his shoulder to where Ed and Officer Hayes were now moving Dean towards the hospital entrance as carefully as he could.

"You did help Clark." The officer promised as Clark turned away at the site of Greg running to help his son.

"Mr. Parker is going to hate me!" Clark was now in full-fledged sobs.

"No, no, he won't," The younger officer led Clark into the ER.

"Clark!" Sophie darted towards her son and hugged him, "Clark I'm so glad you're okay!"

"I'm fine, it's Dean who's hurt!" Clark pulled away from her hug and whipped away his tears.

For a minute Sophie was speechless. And she could have sworn it was her husband not her son standing in front of her.

"Clark," Sophie reached out to touch her son's face, "You've had a rough day let's get you cleaned up."

Clark turned in the direction of his friend being wheeled off to surgery and quickly sped up to catch up.

"Clark!" Sophie went to stop him but Ed blocked her path.

"Give him some space Soph."

"He's not you Ed!" Sophie exploded catching her husband off guard.

"I never said-"

"He's only seventeen Ed! He's not one of your officers you can just send to a shrink, he's your son!"

"You have no idea what goes on within my team so don't you dare go making assumptions!" Ed did everything he could to keep his temper.

"You're right I don't!" Sophie stormed away.

As officers filled the surgical waiting rooms Clark stayed silent and removed. He had walked in and thrown magazines off a small table and then moved the table so he could sit sideways on the chair.

Officers, he assumed at his father's request tried to engage him in a conversation. He even refused to talk to Spike and Sam who he had usually gotten along quite well with.

"No joy on the shooter Sir's," Officer Alvas, who had escorted Clark into the hospital solemnly approached Ed and Greg. "He managed to get away. CSU is sweeping for prints on the ledge though.

"You tell CSU this takes top priority! I want to nail the jerk who did this!" Greg seethed.

"Yes Sir," Officer Alvas walked away without another word.

"Greg," Ed turned to his friend, "Have you called Joanne?" He knew Greg's ex-wife did not like Dean's decision to move to Toronto and still did not trust Greg. However he knew she'd want to know that her son had been shot.

"Yeah," Greg ran his hands over his face, "Before I came. She blamed me and she's catching the next flight out. She said she was going to take him back to Dallas where she claims he'll be safe. I can't let her do that Eddie. I can't let her take him. We need to find whoever did this."

Ed surveyed his close friend and it disturbed him. He had never seen him so broken, angry, scared and worried.

"Dean's seventeen nobody can make him do anything. He chose to come here and if the bond our boys have is anything to go by I'd say he's not going to be leaving anytime soon."

"No!"

Ed turned his attention away from Greg to where Spike and Sam were trying to get Clark to cheer up.

"Go away!" Clark still didn't look away from the wall.

"Thanks for trying guys," Ed walked up to his teammates, "I appreciate you trying to help him."

"Of course," Spike lowered his voice, "He's been crying."

"You sure you don't want to go to the basketball game tomorrow night?" Sam gave one last effort.

"No! I don't want any pity!"

"Clark," Ed tried to be as gentle as he could, "Sam and Spike were going to invite you anyways. Actually the tickets were an early Christmas present."

Clark didn't say anything, "I don't believe you. If they're from you then how come you're not going?"

"It was supposed to be you, Dean, Mr. Parker and me," Ed finally admitted, "But I think Dean would want you to go. It's against his favourite team."

"I don't want to go! I don't want to do anything! Now everybody leave me alone!"

"We need to get him talking fast," Ed observed, "I don't want this to turn into what I think it will."

"Copy that," Sam and Spike said in unison as they moved further away from Clark.

"How about we let Jules talk to him. You know, he knows her pretty well." Sam suggested

"That and he and Dean both think she's hot," Spike added as a side note.

Ed raised his eyebrows apparently unaware of that fact.

"That's besides the point," Sam waved off his best friend's previous statement.

"What's besides the point?" Jules wondered as she joined the conversation, "How's the boss holding up?" She changed the subject.

"Not so good," Ed admitted, "His ex Joanne is flying in from Dallas. She wants to take Dean back with her."

"She can't do that can she? I mean he's seventeen. At seventeen you can choose who you want to live with." Sam spoke. "When's his birthday. When he's eighteen he's legal in Canada."

"Not until June," Ed sighed, "The boss has been great with him though and Dean loves it here. I know Clark would be devastated if Dean had to leave again. They were so close when they were ten and when Dean left without saying goodbye Clark was heartbroken."

"I bet, loosing a friend, that's rough," Sam said. "I had to say goodbye to a lot of friends when I was little."

"Excuse me," Ed saw Chief Reynolds and his daughter Sandy walking towards the waiting room and went to meet them.

"Constable Lane," Chief Reynolds greeted his subordinate, "I hear your boy has had quite an eventful day."

"Yes Sir."

"Sir," Sandy spoke nervously, "Is he okay? What about Dean Parker?" Her lip quivered as she thought of her new friends being injured.

"You know what Clark's sitting over there if you would like to talk to him," Ed told Sandy.

"Thank you Sir," Sandy said as she made her way over to Clark.

"How's Sargent Parkers son?" Chief Reynolds inquired as he saw Greg sitting in a waiting room chair looking lost, "Still in surgery. He took a bullet to his shoulder and another to his chest."

Chief Reynolds nodded his head sadly as he walked to Greg, "Sargent Parker,"

Greg looked up suddenly having been previously unaware of his bosses presence.

"I want you to know finding the people are responsible for your son's shooting is the top priority for all units."

"Thank you Sir."

"I'd like to meet your son when he's better. He made quite an impression on my daughter. When she found out about the incident and who was involved she demanded she come with me."

"Your daughter made quite an impression on him as well," Greg spoke, "I'm sure he'd be glad you know you were both here."

"Sargent Parker," A doctor still in surgical scrubs walked into the waiting room.

"Yes," Greg arose as the room fell completely silent. "Is my son alright?"

"We were able to retrieve both bullets. The bullet in his chest didn't penetrate all the way through so it didn't cause much damage. However the bullet to his shoulder tore the bone. He broke it and will need an extensive amount of recovery to get it working again."

Greg sighed in relief thankful that Dean was alive, "Thank you Dr. when can I see him?"

"Right away if you would like. He's awake but a little groggy he was asking for you and also for his friend Clark."

"That's-That's me," Clark slowly rose to his feet and approached the doctor.

"I see, well he's only allowed one visitor at a time and unfortunately visiting hours are over in an hour."

"Can I stay the night with him?" Greg wondered.

"I'm sure that can be arranged," The doctor smiled, "If you'd like I'll lead you to his room."

"Clark, Dean would want to see you. You should go," Greg told the teenager.

"No," Clark shook his head, "I don't want to."

"Come on buddy, I'll go with you," Ed placed his hands on Clark's shoulders,
"He's alright, and the Dr. said he wanted to see you."

"You know what I think it's all right if you both go in for a bit," The Dr. realized that Clark was the other one caught in the shooting. "I think he'd really like that."

"Yeah come on Clark," Ed encouraged, "I'll stay with you. I promise."

"Okay," Clark agreed as he followed the Dr. out of the waiting room.

***An Abandoned Warehouse somewhere in Toronto****

"How could you be so stupid?" 'The Boss' fumed with anger at his underling as he turned off the TV, "Not only did you put our mission in jeopardy but you put your colleagues life in danger. His cover could be blown."

"I-I-" The young man stammered.

"Nah boss," The undercover worker spoke with confidence, "The cops don't suspect a thing I have their surefire trust. Besides even if somebody did suspect something no one can touch me."

'The Boss' thought about this for a few minutes, "I suppose you're right but now we're going to have to move the plan back. We can't execute it now with all of those cops around.

"No, no I think we can," The undercover man smiled, "I mean it'll take some hard work but I think I can get the three of them alone. All I'll need is the security cameras turned off when I actually pull it off."

"Done," 'The boss' promised, "And make sure you get all of them, especially the girl."

"With pleasure," The undercover man gleamed with joy,

"Now as for you," The boss turned to the youngest man who had gone against his plan, "I think punishment is in order." He held his pistol and fired three rounds straight into the man's heart.

TBC

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