That lovely kinda-cliffhanger-ish thing was nice wasn't it? Bahaha.
Enjoy.
"What?" Jules sighed in shock as she started to tear up.
"I don't love you anymore—I can't love you anymore. You went against everything that we had finally settled with after what happened while I was away, and now you do it with me still kissing you and thinking that everything was okay?"
"Sam—I—."
"Jules! Save it! I don't care who the hell this guy is or how you knew him! I think—I think its time we—I think its time we went our separate ways and tried to start over."
Jules stood in shock, a tear running down her cheek as she crossed her arms, "Then that—That's what we'll do." She nodded as she jerked her wedding ring off her finger and
Sam was almost taken back by her agreeing. Is it—Is it over? Is the most important person in my life—leaving me? No, I suggested it. Damn it Sam! Why cant you just keep your mouth shut? He nodded and glared at her for a moment.
"Can I—Nevermind." She whispered as he grabbed her wrist when she tried to bolt to the door.
"Jules—."
"Sorry you two! We got a call, gear up!" Greg threw the door open just as Jules was wiping her tears and Sam was placing her ring in his pocket. He nodded and waited for them to make their way to the garage.
"You better not let this affect your performance out there today." Greg mumbled to Jules, pushing past the entire group and running to get geared up.
Trying to break up the tension, Sam rode with Greg, Jules rode with Ed, and Wordy drove Spike and Lou.
"Listen—Sam—You gotta let this calm down before you do anything that both of you are going to regret. I know from experience. I know how it is to give up someone special because of something stupid."
Sam pulled his eyes from the passing trees, "It wasn't something stupid. She went behind my back and started dealing with another man. She's mine—Not his."
"But Sam—."
"Stop it, okay!? I can deal with this on my own." Sam slammed his fists onto the dashboard. Greg silenced and nodded, knowing he was having a rough morning.
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"Come on, you gotta talk to me sometime." Ed teased as Jules looked out the window, staring at the passing cars.
"This all started with you." She sniped, glancing over and opening the laptop, trying to conceal the smeared make up beneath her eyes. "Boss, what do we have now?" She continued, throwing the subject away.
"A critical incident in a department store. A man has a lady held hostage in an elevator. Somehow he got it locked down and no one has any way in or out. Other witnesses say he's not alone—so we gotta run careful. I'm sending the address through now."
Everyone checked the laptops in the cars to see exactly where they were heading.
"Parker I have an update, a woman that was working the same area of the store as the hostage, was just shot and killed, the first responder stated that she had a black bandana tied around her wrist. No eyes on subject—hurry." Winnie spoke over the radio.
Everyone glanced at each other, knowing this was going to be a call they would be gasping for breath by the end.
"Okay—Okay team—Maximum caution, keep your shields tight and keep your eyes open. Let's keep the peace." Greg announced over the radio as the trucks came to a halt outside a large department store.
Jules looked over, usually to see Sam leaning over to kiss her gently before they dashed out of the cars and ran in to save the day. This time there was Ed—who clearly had no interest in talking to her anymore. There was no good luck kiss, no "be safe's" and absolutely no "I love you."
When the team heard another shot fire, they jumped from the trucks, snapped their rifles in the air and ran full speed into the building.
"Boss—Female shopper was shot—No pulse. She's also got a black bandana tied around her wrist. See if that means anything. Wordy, Lou—Take her out." Ed yelled as everyone else filed in and tried to clear the rest of the shoppers, keeping their eyes peeled for someone taking shots from above.
As Wordy and Lou carried the lady who was hanging onto life by doctors coming towards them, trying to compress her chest—they were sure she slipped away by the time she had an oxygen mask on.
"Boss, what does our elevator guy look like?" Spike asked, pausing for a moment, as he thought back to the black bandana, trying to fit it with the man.
"Hold on." Greg answered, "Um, team—we've got a problem."
Everyone froze as they heard Greg fumbling through things as Lou had went out to the command post to help him while Wordy returned inside.
Lou spoke, "Guys—He's gone—So is the hostage. Team One—He's on the run."
With guns raised the entire team created a standard formation and saw a movement come from an office window. "Jules." Ed whispered as he nodded his head over to the side to get her attention. When she and Ed parted from the group, they left Sam, Spike and Wordy to try and find any other subjects. Ed took the front door of the office as Jules took the side.
They slid through the make up counters and clothing racks, ducking to the floor as they heard a single shot fire.
"No harm." Spike spoke.
Wordy replied, "No harm."
"No harm." Sam said with a deep breath.
Ed brought himself up to his knee, "No harm."
A moment of silence came between them as they waited for their other teammate's response.
"Jules?" Greg asked quickly. "Team—."
"Sarge—We need medics immediately! Now, I need them now!" Ed yelled as he threw his gun down and dropped to one knee, holding a shield over the two of them as another shot fired.
Spike was the one to look up at the exact moment, fire his gun and a man fell between the clothing racks across the store. Wordy and Spike ran over to handcuff the first subject that Spike had just shot out.
Sam stood in complete shock, not even getting to his knees to help his wife as her body turned white against the black bandana around her wrist.
"Guys—What's going on!?" Greg yelled, running into the building.
"Sarge, officials just sent in that they caught two more men leaving the building with the hostage—both men are in custody, the hostage was being carried out with the black bandana around her wrist." Winnie informed. "It's over."
"Parker, Jules is down—Wordy and Spike got the subject. Get a medic in here, Now! She's in critical condition!" Ed continued to yell as he pressed his hand against her waistline where she was shot—the same place each other woman was shot.
Sam bit his lip as he fell to his knees beside her, gripping tightly onto her hand, not saying a word. She flashed her eyelids open for a moment as Ed jumped up to signal over the paramedics.
"Sam—Move on."
Ugh! This chapter came out SO sloppy and its practically killing me not to rewrite it, but I really don't want to. Bahaha. Sorry. (:
Please review still! (: Whoo! Last Day of driving tomorrow!!!!! (:
