A\N: Thank you so much to everybody who has been reading and reviewing this story. It means so much to me. I really hope you like this chapter. I'm not really sure how good it is so please be honest and tell me the truth.

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint, CTV, ION or Applebee College

Spoilers: We Take Care of Our Own.

Warnings: Scenes of blood, talk of abuse.

Nightmares and Realties

"Toronto PD Freeze!" Over two dozen cops ran into the abandoned warehouse in Toronto's industrial sector.

"Don't even think about it!" Sam pointed his gun at Dylan Carver, as the man was about to make a run for it. "I can guarantee you there's about a thousand cops that would like nothing more then to shoot you if you even think about touching that gun." He warned.

Dylan smirked as he picked up his gun but not before Spike came up behind him and twisted his arm backwards. "You're under arrest for first degree kidnapping charges, assault of a deadly weapon and anything else we can come up with," Spike arrested him and handed him over to a uniformed officer.

"Wordy, do you need back-up?" Spike spoke into his comm link.

"Nope," Wordy replied as he cuffed another gang member, "We got all of them, including the leader. You good?"

"Yeah," Spike responded, "Sam and I are scanning the place now."

"Okay," Wordy responded.

"Spike, down here!" Sam shown a light down a flight of metal stairs, "Let's check down here."

"Copy," Spike jogged over to his friend as the walked down the squeaky stairs.

"Man, it looks like a dungeon down here," Sam spoke with a light shiver in his voice as he shone his flashlight into the open space, "Jules what was this place? It looks like some sort of prison cell?" Sam asked his girlfriend through his comm link.

Jules who was in the command truck responded with a sarcastic tone, "Why you scared?"

"Dean!" Spike's yell silenced the conversation as he ran towards the barley conscious teenager.

"D-d-d," Dean's slurred as blood poured out of his body. In the last twenty-four hours he had gotten a few beatings for trying to protect Sandy.

"Your father's outside buddy, you'll see him soon," Spike spoke in a soothing voice. "We need EMS here now!" He yelled into his comm link

Sam who had more emergency medical experience then Spike quickly surveyed Dean's injuries. It appeared as if he had a few stab wounds as blood was pouring from his belly and from his legs. Sam was more concerned though from the blood pouring out of his head. He knew from his years in combat that head wounds needed to be treated fast or else they could be fatal. It was then that he made a quick decision.

"It's going to be okay Dean, we're going to get you outside. Your parents, Marina and your step-father are waiting for you." Sam tried to sound calm as he wrapped up Dean's wounds with bandages.

"M-" Dean tried to spoke but only blood came out.

"Don't talk buddy," Sam spoke in a gentle voice, "Just keep your eyes open," He instructed as he felt Dean's pulse weakening.

"M-" The last thing Dean saw where two EMS workers huddled over him.

"No! No! Go away no!" Sandy yelled through bursts of sobs as two male EMS workers attempted to examine her.

"STOP IT! STOP IT!" She cried as she began kicking her feet at them. "DON'T HURT ME!

Jules who was exiting the command truck turned to watch the scene unfold. "Hi Sandy," She approached the teenage girl, "My names Jules. I work with Dean's father." She stood beside her, "Where are her parents? She's a minor she can't be examined without consent."

"She wouldn't let her father near her and her mother's in route," One of the EMS workers explained.

"Well until then I think it would be best if you just let me watch her."

"She needs to be examined."

"Later," Jules told them.

"Do as the lady says," Steve. Jules ex-boyfriend approached the two rookies. "She knows what she's talking about."

The two EMS workers nodded their heads and quickly scurried off.

"Thanks," Jules offered Steve a small smile before turning her attention back to Sandy.

"You always were good with children," Steve commented before leaving once again.

"Is-that-that-your boyfriend?" Sandy asked.

"No. My boyfriend's name is Sam. He's a police officer." Jules explained.

"D-D-Dean's going to-b-b-b-break up with me," Sandy sobbed.

Jules gently stroked her hair, "No he won't."

"Y-Yes he will-t-t-they r-r-r-r," Sandy couldn't bring herself to say the word. "He's not going to want to date me now!"

"Oh Sandy!" Victoria Reynolds ran towards her daughter. "Oh I was so worried!" She hugged her.

"Mommy!" Sandy sobbed into her mother's jacket. "Mommy, don't leave me!"

"I'm not going anywhere I promise," Turning to Jules she smiled as said, "Thank you so much for saving her!"

"Oh I-" Jules began but Victoria was again focused on Sandy as two female EMS officers loaded her into the ambulance.

Deciding it was a good time to leave Jules made her back towards the command truck to get something to eat.

"Hey sweetheart," Sam walked away from Raff and Spike, "How're my girl's doing?" He kissed her lips and placed his hands on her abdomen. "You guys staying out of danger."

Jules smiled as she felt her unborn daughter move at her father's touch, "She's going to be such a daddy's girl," She kissed Sam on the lips. "Did you guys get Dean out?"

"Yeah we did."

"Good call in there Sam," Ed approached the younger man and patted him on the shoulder.

"Thanks," Sam smiled. "You going to the hospital?"

Ed nodded his head, "Yeah but I'm not going to wake-up Clark until the morning when we have a better idea of how Dean and Sandy are."

"Do you know what happened to Sandy?" Jules whispered.

"Not everything thank goodness," Ed refused to think about what the girl was put through, "CSU has a view ideas though."

"You mind if I go to the hospital and talk to her?"

"No, but it won't be official, you know that right."

"Yeah I know."

"WHAT?" Clark exploded with anger, "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME LAST NIGHT? He demanded to know he threw his glass of water in the sink.

"Because I didn't want to sitting in some hospital waiting room worrying about him," Ed tried to explain, "We didn't know much last night and-"

"AND YOU STILL THINK I'M A BABY!" Clark accused.

"Clark I don't think you're a baby."

"Then did you ever think that maybe I wanted to wait?"

"Clark, you didn't miss much just a lot of silence. Everyone was pretty worried."

"Uh-huh," Clark scoffed. "I'm sure his mother was worried about him. All she wants is to ruin his life!"

"Clark that's not true," Sophie walked into the kitchen carrying Izzy. "All Dean's mother wants is what's best for him."

"Yeah I'm sure," Clark rolled his eyes as he slumped back into a kitchen chair, "I'm not going to school today," He folded his arms against his chest.

"That's fine, but if you want to come with me to the hospital you need to promise you'll listen. No running off like last time."

"Yeah," Clark huffed as he stood up.

"Clark," Ed stood in his son's way, "I mean it. Today's going to be a rough day, a lot of sitting around, you're not going to be able to spend all day with Dean. His family wants to see him as well."

"I think he'd rather see me," Clark responded.

"That may be the case but you're not going to step foot in that room until both of his parents say its alright, got it?"

"Is hell supposed to freeze over today?"

"Clark." Sophie scolded her son's language.

"His mom's like the devil's wife, even Dad thinks so."

Ed glared at his son.

"Never mind what your father thinks Clark. Go call your school and sign yourself out. Then call someone in all of your classes and ask them to email you any homework questions or assignments to have to do."

"All of my classes? Even English?"

"Especially English."

"Fine," Clark dragged his feet out of the kitchen.

"I never said that Joanne was a devil," Ed defended himself as Sophie turned to look at him.

"Yeah but you're not nice to her either," Sophie pointed out, "You know she's trying her best as well. I bet it was really tough coming back here for her."

"Yeah well until she see's that Greg's changed she's not on my Christmas card list," Ed grabbed himself an apple and bit into it.

When Ed and Clark arrived at the hospital Ed went into the waiting room to be with Ed while Clark decided to camp outside Dean's hospital room.

A man easily six foot seven walked out of Dean's hospital room shortly after Clark's arrival, "Can I help you?" He asked.

Clark looked at the man he could only assume to be Dean's step-father, "My names Clark. I'm Dean's best friend," Clark stood up."

"Ah yes," The man nodded his head, "Dean's told me about you. I'm his step-father."

"Uh-huh," Clark studied him, "Well I'm just going to go and say hello."

"Hang on," The man stopped Clark at the door, "I want to make sure you're who you say you are. Let me see some ID."

Clark took a step back, "I don't have to show ID to you. You're not a cop."

"I happen to be a federal judge in Texas,"

"Yeah well I'm not American."

"Clark! I thought we talked about this…" Ed who overheard the raised voices approached his son.

"You never said anything about Dean's step-father. He asked me for ID. I know my rights, I don't have to give it to him."

Ed sighed, "Clark he's just trying to protect Dean."

"Yes I only want what's best for my son."

"He's not your son!" Clark growled, "And I'm not showing you any ID!"

"Nice kid," Dean's step-father sent Ed a sarcastic smirk, "If this is the kind of friend Dean's father lets him hang out with no wonder he got into so much mess."

"Okay, there's to need to get angry," Ed tried to stay calm, "If you need ID I'm a Police officer I-"

"Of course you are," The man scoffed, "All police officers are corrupt."

"Beat him up Dad," Clark turned to his father."

"Clark, school now!" Ed ordered.

"But-"

"Now!"

Clark grumbled as he picked up his backpack and walked down the hall.

"And don't even think about skipping because Sam's taking you and picking you up!" Ed's voice echoed off the walls as he sent Sam a quick text before he took a deep breath and walked back in the direction he came.

At three o'clock that afternoon Sam, Spike and Clark walked into the SRU gym where Ed was beating up a punching bag.

"Told ya we'd find him here," Sam smirked, "You guys both owe me."

"I am not running round a track," Clark started doing pull-ups.

"A deals a deal bud let's go," Sam spoke, "If you wanna be a cop you gotta know how to take orders."

"Dad-" Clark landed on the mat and turned to his father, "Are you really going to let Sam do this?"

"Yes I am," Ed responded, "Maybe a few sessions with him will make you straighten out. Make sure something like the little incident this morning never happens again."

Clark sighed heavily, "Fine but I'm not running laps. If you're taking me anywhere it's to the simulated shooting range."

"Ed-" Sam turned to his team leader.

"I know nothing," Ed said, "And your mother better not find out. She'll kill us both.

Clark smiled, "Later can we go to the shooting range, I want to shoot a few people in the head."

"No!" Ed whipped his head around.

"Come on man," Spike placed his hand around Clark's shoulder and led him out of the gym, "Lets go find a vest that fits you."

"Go easy on him Sam," Ed turned to his assistant team leader after Spike and Sam had left the room.

"Don't worry Ed I will," Sam promised.

"Arkie irlends ear!" Izzy ran towards her older brother as soon as he walked in the front door.

Clark raised his eyebrows "My girlfriend? Izzy I-"

"Hi Clark," Amelia walked out of the living room.

"Uh-" Clark was speechless, "Izzy where's Mommy?"

"Kitchen," Izzy pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"Amelia right?" Ed stuck out his hand for the girl to shake, "Everything alright?"

"Yeah I just….well I don't know. It's about Danny."

"Your brother?" Ed clarified.

"Uh-huh, but I don't want to get him into any trouble."

"Why don't you talk to his boss?" Clark finally asked.

"Weren't you listening? I said I didn't want to get him into any trouble!" Amelia repeated tears streaming down her face, she then took a few deep breaths and continued, "It's been really hard for him ever since Grandpa died and Grandma had to go into a nursing home. He's been really stressed out and sometimes…."

"You know what Amelia would it be okay if I took you to the police station so we could talk to my friend. His names Officer Wordsworth and I think he might be able to help you more then I can."

"Well….okay," Amelia twilled her fingers through her hair.

"Hey Soph-"

"I heard," Sophie walked into the hallway, "Come here sweetheart," She held out her arms to Izzy, "Daddy and Clark need to take Amelia to see Wordy."

"Me?" Clark asked in shock, "Why do I have to go?"

"Men," Izzy rolled her eyes and left the room sighing,

"Clark just go," Sophie sighed as she turned around.

Clark mumbled as he followed his father out of the room.

"Clark," Ed walked out of an office in the Guns and Gangs Unit, "Come here for a second."

Clark stood from Wordy's desk and dragged his feet over to his father.

"Amelia needs a friend right now. She's going through a pretty rough time, I told her she'd be staying with us for a few days. She'll be going to your school."

"I thought she went to Applebee?"

"She did but she hasn't been back this year," Ed explained, "Her brother spent all of the money in their savings account. They can't afford it anymore."

"And she's staying with us because-"

"Because she doesn't have any family left and because we're doing Sandy's family a favour. It wouldn't be fair to ask them to take her."

"You know she could be a criminal or something."

"I think you and I both know that she's not. She just needs a place to stay."

"Why can't she stay with her brother?"

"I think she should tell you that," Ed told his son as Amelia walked out of the same room Ed dis followed by Wordy.

"Petty," Izzy watched Amelia brush her hair, "Me petty too!"

Amelia turned around and looked at the toddler, "Well of course you are, do you want to brush my hair for me?"

Izzy's eyes gleamed with excitement, "Uh-huh!" She began jumping up and down.

"Okay, okay," Amelia picked her up and walked out of the washroom and into Clark's room.

"Here you sit on Clark's bed and I'll sit down on the floor," She told Izzy as she placed her on the edge of the bed and handed her the hairbrush.

Clark spun around in his desk chair and bit back a smile. Amelia had dark skin and long black hair and emerald green eyes. She was currently wearing yoga pants and a loose fitting top paired with a black belt that sat firmly around her middle. And for some reason whenever he tried to talk to her he got butterflies in his stomach and his mouth dried up.

"Opps," Amelia saw Clark's textbox open on his desk, "I didn't know you were doing homework."

"I was, but that's okay," Clark stood up, "Usually it's me she plays make-over with."

Amelia laughed, "That's cute. I'd love to see you wearing make-up."

"Arkie not petty," Izzy informed Amelia.

"Well now I don't think that's true. Now how about we let Clark get some homework done. Amelia stood and picked Izzy up and carried her out of Clark's room.

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