The second chapter in this fiction, maybe the last one . . . yeah, the last one, can I just say something before I start? Sure I can . . . I'm the author. I'm not saying that Flashpoint's a soap-opera (heavens no) I'm saying that I know it's a drama, but still, the heart of the show is in the incident.
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Sam found himself sitting on the bench in the locker room, his head was in his hands, his head was throbbing. Greg finally stopped talking to Sam and he went off to the hospital to visit Wordy, he had finished with three words, "Think on it."
Sam had been sitting there for goodness knows how long; he got out of his uniform and into regular civilian clothing. Slamming the locker door shut, Sam walked out of the room with a duffel bag on his back. He made his way to his bike and then loaded the bag in the back. He drove off towards the hospital with a dual purpose.
In the hospital, Wordy was with his wife Shelley, smiling and staring at her, his hand in hers. Cassie, Wordy's oldest daughter, was entertaining him with a few dolls and stuffed animals, Wordy chuckled a bit and winced as the movement pulled his stitches, but the look in his eyes clearly said he wouldn't have it any other way.
Sam stared into the room and then made his way past his team members to find one in particular. Sam tried to ignore some of the stares he was getting as he finally made it to the smallest one.
"Jules, we need to talk," Sam said, Jules didn't answer, but she practically dragged Sam over to the men's bathroom.
Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Jules beat him to the punch, "Sam, what the hell is wrong with you? You let yourself get distracted?! Over me?!"
The door opened, and a man walked in whistling, he saw Jules and Sam standing there, and he quickly backed out and cut off his whistling.
"I was worried about you Jules!" Sam finally managed to get in, "I love you!"
"Sam . . ." Jules said, she sounded like she was a mother talking to a little kid who just threw a temper tantrum, "We agreed that this relationship would not get in the way of how we work, we said we'd keep it professional, but today, you breached that. I don't think we can do this any more, I'm not going to risk my career over a relationship."
"But Jules, one of us can move," Sam said.
"Who's gonna move Sam? Huh?" Jules said angrily, "We both know that the team is like family, neither of us is gonna leave it! Let's just break up."
Sam sighed, "Yeah, but I think we can make this work out!"
"No we can't Sam, not after what happened today," Jules stated flatly, "We're done Sam. We are through okay?"
Sam nodded, not trusting his voice.
Jules stalked out of the bathroom and let the door slam shut behind her. The whistling man came back. It was obvious he was waiting outside the whole time. He went about his business and Sam walked out.
Greg saw Sam and motioned him aside, "So, Sam, I heard what happened."
"Yeah Sarge," Sam said, "Jules and I broke up."
Greg nodded and patted Sam on the back, "It had to be done Sam, you can't break the rules and get away with it. Today's incident, that's the reason . . . the reason why we have The Rules."
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So, er, that's it. Hope you enjoyed.
