A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint! If I did I would spend it squishing Sam's awesome cheeks and discussing bombs with Spike, but alas I do not…

Chapter 4: Desperate

"Jules..No…" Sam thought. He couldn't stop shaking; his hands were turning white, as he dug his nails into his palms.

Ed sighed heavily and ran a worn hand over his face, "Dammit! Are you sure?"

Sam nodded. Jules had left a note with the name and address of the restaurant. "She left directions with Winnie, just in case we needed to reach her."

"Hear that team? One of our own is in that restaurant along with fifty other civilians, including Jules' brothers. We are now considering this a top priority!" Ed said, discussing the newly arisen situation with the team. Sam closed his eyes trying to regulate his breathing; it wouldn't do Jules any good if he freaked out.

"COPY THAT!" was the reply through the headsets. The announcement of Jules being in danger had just reaffirmed their plan to execute everything safely and accurately.

"Leah? Any news on the family? Any other contacts?" Greg asked, worried.

"Yes. The wife is stable, but they need to get her to the nearest hospital. They do have a niece, Sarah; she's listed as next of kin after Judith Miller, lives about 25 minutes from here. No other family apart from her."

"Check out the niece, see what she knows." Ed told her," Do not curtail around anything. This is a security issue and we can't afford to be given any false information."

"Copy that", Leah said as she headed south towards the niece's house.

As the two black suburban's pulled up in front of the restaurant, Sam got out quick as lightning, slamming the door hard. As he turned to Spike, Spike nodded, he knew Sam was close to bursting with pent up emotion.

"Sam?" Ed lead Sam behind the command truck, as Spike and Greg went to discuss blueprints with the restaurant owner who had just arrived.

"Sam, I understand." Ed tried to calm him down. "Alright, buddy? I know. We will get her and everyone else out safe if we just do things by the book; no mistakes, no one gets hurt. Alright? She would want you calm, keep calm."

Sam's tousled blond hair contrasted against his pale, ghostly face. He nodded not trusting himself to speak. He followed Ed to where Greg and Spike were standing, the owner just leaving them with blueprints.

"Anything that can help?" Sam asked.

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, the owner says there are three different ways into the restaurant. Front door and back door, but according to the blueprints both doors are visible to the subject. The doors are a no-go, not unless we want people hurt.

"What about up? Ceiling entrances, vents, anything?" Ed asked.

"There's a ceiling vent we could go through, but it's a one person job" Greg said.

"Boss looks like there's a homemade bomb at the front of the restaurant. There are wires all around the room; he set them up to be triggered if anyone tries to leave." Spike said, setting down the binocular's he'd been holding. "It might be that he set up another on at the back too."

"Damn!" said Sam as he strapped another gun to his belt. He had been hoping for a quick entrance, but apparently Howard Miller had other plans in mind.

"The ceiling entrance it is then" Ed ordered, "Spike, get the manager, we'll need the blueprints of the vents as well. "

"By then it might be too late" said Spike, "With the ten minutes it takes to travel in those vents as quietly as possible, ten minutes is a long time; plenty of time for him to do what he wants without us interrupting."

"Do it anyway!" Ed ordered again, "Go!" Spike ran over to the manager to ask for the vent blueprints.

"Wait a second!" Greg told them, shaking his head in disbelief, "Jules! Jules can help from the inside. We might not be able to talk to her and lead her on, but she is a part of this team, and she knows what to do! She's the only chance we have without setting Miller off."

Sam sighed again, internally struggling between bursting in and saving his girlfriend, unborn baby, and countless others and trusting that Jules as a trained SRU cop could handle this, "So it's up to Jules. Let's leave it all to Jules." He slammed the command truck door as he entered it, ready to help Spike with the prints.

"Boss", Leah's voice sounded through the headsets, "I have the niece with me. She told me some things about the Miller family. You might want to hear this, before you do anything else."

A/N: Sorry! It's been such a long time! I've been super busy; first week of classes and all! But here's another chapter! Here's some virtual tea while you now wait for the next chapter! I hope life will stop screwing with me and the next chapter will come faster than this one!