A/N: I realized that after re-reading over half of my work, I never had written any sort of legal mumbo-jumbo, so here it is:
This is a work of fiction. All names, places, and characters are fiction. Any resemblance to any persons- living or dead is purely coincidental. The characters, names and places such as (but not limited to) 'Jules', 'Ed', 'Greg', 'Spike', 'Winnie', 'SRU', and 'Sam' belong to the original writers of the TV series "Flashpoint".
Under Guidelines this FanFiction is rated 'T' for Teen, for violence, some language and some sexual referencing. Reader's discretion is advised.
The FanFiction, A New Beginning and its author, under the pseudonym 'djmay71' do not wish to pass judgment whether criminal, racial, sexual, or discriminatory- all character profiling are for the purposes of a fiction-based plot line.
Phew. Glad I got that out of the way. This chapter for me marks a big step forward in my character development. It is a bit risky (but not as risky as killing my main character…), but after jumping back and forth about keeping it in the plot, or forgoing it at all, I've finally decided to keep it. I have hinted at this in previous chapters, and I really hope this pays off.
Cheers!
I laid down in bed. I had myself covered up with the blankets, as I looked over to the clock. I still had a lot of time before I had to start getting ready for work.
My mind was racing. In the past week, so many things had happened. Kiera kissed me. I got arrested for the second time. Sam was applying for parole.
Sam applying for early parole didn't really bother me. What plagued my mind however was the nagging question- is Sam going to be granted early parole? Has he changed? Probably not- he's probably still the war-hardened soldier, playing tough, and ignoring his problems with alcohol and thoughts of suicide. Mom told me about that. Mom told me how my dad had stopped Sam from committing suicide. Why didn't dad just let him die? If he does get parole, will I go through with the restraining order? Will I file a request with my commander to allow me to carry a concealed handgun with me while I'm off duty?
And then the arrest- my second arrest. God, that was humiliating. After I pretty much save Brad's life, after he had been staring down the barrel of a maniac's handgun, what do I get? I got arrested. It's not too bad though. But then again, that's now two arrests on my record that aren't easily explained. The first time? Arrested for parking alongside the highway because I had to get out of my car because I was physically sick of my estranged biological mother trying to contact me. Second time, because I failed to appear at Sam Braddock's parole hearing- first of all, I didn't even know he had requested parole, let alone that he had actually got a hearing. How is that going to look on a criminal check. Bad. Why? Because the criminal check wouldn't include the part where I didn't want to be in contact with my biological mother, and how Sam Braddock had been involved in a suicide intervention previous to his assault on me. Life hates me, doesn't it?
And the kiss. Kiera kissed me. What does that mean? Does she like me? I kissed her back- it's not like I didn't move my lips, move my tongue. Does that mean I like her? Isn't that a bit….gay? There's nothing wrong about being gay I suppose, but what does this mean? I can't easily talk about it, because everybody I know is straight. Am I gay? Am I straight? When I kissed Kiera…something about it seemed right, but at the same time, I'm not really attracted to her. Does that make me bi-sexual?
Dean Parker, Clark Lane- are they attractive? I never really noticed. Kiera? I don't know…
Again, I looked at the clock.
Time to get ready for work.
Once I got to work, I immediately went into the locker room. The person I saw in there was the last person I wanted to see- well, maybe dead last would be Sam, so second last.
Kiera.
My self-conscious questions about my sexual orientation flashed through my mind. I can't go on like this. I need to figure things out.
I dropped my bag in front of my locker and immediately went to Kiera. Maybe she was expecting it, but she leaned up against the lockers as I leaned in towards her.
"Are you…?" I started to ask.
"Yes." She whispered, "Are you?"
"I don't know." I admitted, as I continued leaning in and placed my lips on hers.
I felt a strong sense of euphoria that I've never felt before. Right now, I feel insecure, yet safe at the same time.
Kiera broke off.
"Look, Megan, you're really nice and all, but I don't think it's appropriate." Kiera said, "You're wonderful, but you're also a co-worker. I don't want things to get weird. The contractors finished the other locker room; I guess I won't be seeing you anymore."
Kiera left.
I thought to myself, Weird. Weird ended five minutes ago. Did craziness just start? If nothing else, I learned something about myself- I might be a lesbian.
Team One met in the debriefing room. For some strange reason I felt awfully confident in myself.
Ed had started talking, and I guess I wasn't listening.
I am a woman. I like women. I like kissing them, I like…
"Perrasmith!" Ed yelled, "That's twice now that I've had to snap you back into reality- what's going on?"
"It's nothing Ed," I partially lied, "Just a lot of things on my mind."
"And here's one more thing for your mind: power station."
"Power station?" Spike asked.
"Yes, Officer Scarlatti- power station. The Ontario Power Generation power station in town recently received a threat of violence. On site security has been doubled up, but they still don't have the man power to cover the 10 square kilometers that their station covers."
Greg pressed some buttons on the media remote, as a map came up on the projector screen.
"Here is their compound." Ed continued, "They have security teams dispatched here and here at their perimeter guard stations, but they need a way to guard and protect the spaces in between. That's where we come in. Suggestions?"
"Find a tall, central location, set it up with a Sierra and a spotter?" Brad suggested.
"Armed with what exactly?"
"A 50 BMG." Brad informed.
"Yeah right." I butted in.
"What?" Brad asked.
"Brad," Ed said, "How do I put this lightly? You're insane. A 50 BMG? You know how far those type of rounds can go? If there was a clear path, I could shoot at Kipling from Scarborough."
"That and a 50cal isn't exactly standard SRU equipment." I pointed out.
"What do you suggest Perrasmith?" Ed asked.
"Similar to what Brad said- but we have two Sierras- spaced out- armed with standard SRU rifles, no spotters. Each Sierra has a unit on the ground in a vehicle to patrol the area, and we get an additional team splintered at each security outpost. Each splinter would have a Unit, negotiator and a Sierra."
"Sounds like a plan, let's go Team One," Greg said, as we got up and made our way to the garage, "Kiera call up Team Seven. Ed- send that tac plan to Team Seven's Team Leader."
"Copy that boss." Ed replied.
I walked with Spike.
"You want to go out for a drink tonight?" Spike asked, "We get back from the detail, go to the Goose, knock back a few, meet someone."
"And by someone you mean…? I asked.
"Someone special." Spike said, as he got into the driver's seat of the SUV, as I got into the passenger's seat.
Someone special, alright.
Once we got there, and we were let in by security, Ed had made up his mind on where he was going to place everyone.
"Megan- you'll be Sierra Two, and I'll be One. The boss will be one unit by himself and Brad and Spike will be the other unit."
"What about Team seven?" I asked, as I grabbed a rifle.
"They'll co-ordinate themselves." Ed said, as he grabbed his rifle and equipment, "I'll take the right vantage, you got the left?"
"Copy that." Came my reply, as I calmly walked to the tower I was to ascend to setup my Sierra post.
Spike yawned over the radio.
"Spike, if you yawn again…" I started.
"Sorry," Spike replied, "Can't help it. Brad's been humming something, and it's putting me to sleep."
"What's he humming?" I asked.
Brad answered, " 'Baby'….by Justin Bieber."
Everybody laughed.
"That'll do it." Ed said, "Sierra two, what's your vantage?"
"Good." I replied.
"Sierra two, you want to play a Sierra game?"
"What are you suggesting?" I asked, as I've never heard of 'Sierra games'.
"I was thinking 'I'd Hit That.'" Ed replied.
"Please tell me it isn't what it sounds like."
"No, its dead simple." Ed explained, "I say something that I see in my field of view, and you try to locate it with your scope and you answer either 'I can hit that' or 'I can't hit that.' "
"Sounds like the worst bedroom game ever." Spike piped in.
In the background over the radio, I could hear Brad laughing.
"I'll start." Ed said, "2nd light pole in the north parking lot."
I aligned my scope on the object at hand. "I can hit that."
I found my object.
"3rd Brick from the west…" I started.
"We got contact at the main gate." Greg said, "Team One, attention on main gate."
I repositioned myself, and found the main gate. At the main gate, I could see a large black SUV pulling up.
"I have the solution."
"Sierra One?" Greg asked.
"Negative, no solution." Ed replied, "Sierra Two is now Sierra One- do you copy?"
"Copy that Sierras. Hold for my Scorpio." Greg replied, "Let's see how this goes down. What can you see Sierra One?"
"Black SUV, maybe a Toyota- marker Hotel Mike India Tango Fiver Six Five. Team Seven and Security engaging."
"Running the plates now- should have it in a minute." Spike replied.
The second channel on the radio crackled to life- "Team Seven to Team One- do you have the solution?"
I engaged the second channel, "Team Seven, this is Team One Sierra One, I have the solution."
"Copy that Team One, Sierra One." Team Seven replied, "Converging on subject vehicle."
Then I heard Spike talking to Team Seven.
"Team One Bravo to Team Seven Alpha- do you copy?"
"Copy that Team One Bravo- what do you have?"
"Vehicle is registered to a Jacob Hensey, previously convicted and charged with fraud, breaking and entering and assault with a deadly weapon. Proceed with caution."
"Copy that Team One," Team Seven responded, "Proceeding with caution."
I watched as the guards and Team Seven surrounded the vehicle. I couldn't hear them, but I could tell that they were demanding the driver step out of the vehicle. He didn't so a Team Seven Officer brought up his baton and smashed in a window as another officer dropped in a smoke grenade.
"Team Seven," I radioed in, "Team One Sierra One has lost visual. I repeat, Team One Sierra One, solution is compromised. Sierra Two?"
"Still no solution Sierra One." Ed replied, "Go thermal."
I took out a bulky headset that covered my eyes. Using it, I could detect heat signatures, which would theoretically allow me to see through the smoke.
"Solution on thermal?" Ed asked.
"Solution found-" I responded, "I thought we don't shoot on thermals?"
"We don't." Greg replied, "We'll let Team Seven contain."
Using the thermals, I saw Team Seven extract the driver from the SUV, as they placed handcuffs on him.
"Boss," Ed replied, "I got action on my right flank from the second security post- black SUV, descending on post."
"You got the solution?" Greg asked Ed.
"Negative- tinted windows."
"Whoever it is- they are smart." Brad said, "Urban warfare 101- divide and conquer."
I scanned the first gate. This time I saw another vehicle coming up fast, with no thought of slowing down.
I ripped off the thermal headset, "Boss- we got another subject on the main gate- he going to charge the gate."
"Solutions?" Greg asked.
"I could shoot, but even if I take the driver out, he'll continue on and drive right into the switch yard." I replied.
"Megan, shoot out the air intake- it'll stop the vehicle dead." Spike suggested, "Then Sierra two can place a shot on the suspect."
"Negative Spike, Ed is already engaged." I said, "I'll do both myself."
Just as the SUV breached the gate, I fired one shot. Nothing. I racked back the bolt and the empty casing flew out, as I brought the bolt back into the firing position, and I fired again. This time I hit my target, as the vehicle came to sudden stop.
I placed my scope reticle over the man in the SUV. "I have the solution."
"Copy that-" Greg said, "Alpha and Bravo converging- keep us covered Sierra One. Ed- how you doing?"
"Incident at the 2nd gate contained." Ed informed, "I have the solution on your subject as well."
"Sierra two," Spike informed, "Cover the main entrance- the gate has been breached."
"Copy that alpha." Ed said, as I looked over and noticed that he was changing his target angle to the gate.
"Incident secured, Sierras." Greg said, as he put a pair of cuffs on the driver of the SUV who surrendered, "Spike, call up some detectives to question the subjects in SRU custody."
When the detectives arrived they questioned the persons in custody. They all confessed to being a part of the 'threatening phone call' plan.
After we returned to headquarters, I changed and met up with Spike, Ed and Brad in the lobby. We all piled into Ed's van-like vehicle and went to the bar.
"Drinks are on Brad tonight." Spike said, as we got out at the bar.
"What?" Brad asked.
"The guy who hums Justin Bieber songs at work buys the drinks." Ed said, as we showed the door bouncer our IDs and took a seat at a booth.
Ed had one drink with us, but then he got a call from Sophie saying that she wanted him home ASAP.
"Better go." Ed had said before he left.
After Ed left, Brad mysteriously disappeared never to be seen again. Me and Spike figured he used Ed's exit as a distraction for his exit.
"A crafty guy." I said, as Spike left to go get another round.
Spike was taking an awfully long time to get the drinks, so I thought I'd get up and walk around a bit.
My eyes immediately went to a cute red-headed woman sitting alone.
As I was having a moral dilemma in my mind of whether or not I should ask her out, I found myself walking over to her. Once I got there, I awkwardly asked, "Do I know you from somewhere?"
She looked up. "I don't think so."
I sat down across from her. "I'm going to level with you, because I have no clue what I'm doing. I'm…well, I'm not sure…"
"Are you into girls?" she asked me with a giggle, "I'm Sara."
"Megan." I introduced.
"So Megan," Sara said to me, "I think I'm having the same problem you are. I've never had a boyfriend, and I'm not sure if I'm a…"
"Yeah." I interrupted, "Me too."
"It's so nice to be able to talk to someone about it." Sara admitted, "Do you want to go to my place? I'm just around the corner- get out of this sleazy bar."
"Yeah, I'd like that." I replied.
"Hey- Megan, there you are!" Spike yelled from behind me, "I was getting worried when I couldn't find you…and who is this?"
"Spike, this is Sara." I said, as I formulated a lie in my head, "We went to high school together. She's going to give me a lift home."
"Alright suit yourself." Spike said, as he left.
Together, me and Sara left the bar. Once we were out of earshot of the long line of patrons waiting to get in, Sara asked, "Who was that guy? Why'd you lie?"
"He's my co-worker, and I'm not sure if…"
Sara walked beside me, as she reached out and grabbed my hand, "Just to see?" she suggested.
Once we got to her place, she unlocked the door. Once inside she took my hand and took me to her bedroom.
"Oh, my god." I said, "Really?"
"Why not?" Sara said, "Just to see if we really are. You seem like a nice person. What do you do Megan?"
"I'm a cop- with the Strategic Response Unit."
Sara smiled, as she sat on her bed with me, "That's hot."
She leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away, "What about you?"
"Paramedic." She said, as she laid down, "Pays the rent."
I laid down beside her, as I threw out all rational reasoning. That night was the first time I ever had sex. That night, I found out I was a lesbian.
A/N: So yeah. And to get the record straight, I'm not doing this to fulfill some deranged fantasy of mine. I'm doing this because it feels right for the character, that's why. People can have their opinions, and actually I want people to give me their opinions on it. How you ask? Review!