A/N: Just a small chapter... to tide ye over! :D

Sam drove home to shower and change and was back in his truck within the hour. He started driving towards the division but before he got there he pulled up by the curb and reached into his pocket for his phone. He dialled Oliver's number and waited for him to pick up. When he didn't respond he realised Oliver was probably still sleeping so he started the car again and completed his journey to the division.

He walked through the front door and made his way to Franks office. He saw him speaking on the phone and knocked lightly on the glass door. Frank held up a hand, asking him to wait. Sam took a seat outside the door and waited. From this vantage point he could see normal activity in the room and it planted seeds of doubt in his head for what he was about to do.

"Sam…come in." Frank held the door open and waited for Sam to walk through and take a seat. "What can I do for you?"

"Well I've had the night to think about it, and I just wanted to apologize again for my behaviour. It was unprofessional and I should better."

Frank watched him with a blank expression as di he was waiting for the punch line.

"I understand that the OPP have a wider reach and have a man on the inside so I should just back away." Sam waited for Frank to make a response but Frank was silent. "Anyway, that's all. So I just wanna grab some things and I'll see you when I get the call." He made to stand out of the chair but Frank waved him back down.

"Why are you really here Sam?"

"Sorry?"

"That's possibly the most professional sounding apology I ever heard pass your lips…and sadly I've heard you apologize more than once." Sam kept his eyes connected with Frank and waited for him to continue. "So you're planning to take a look at their files? Hand out a bit of your own Swarek Justice?"

"No sir."

"You're damn right that's a "no." No vigilante justice in this division. This case is gone, it is no longer part of this division. They aren't pressing charges but they will, and you will lose your job."

Sam looked away. He had meant to come in, apologize, then leave via the interview room they were using. Seemingly There was more to read on his face than he thought. Frank stood up and came around the table to take the chair beside Sam.

"Sam…I know you are having a rough time with this case but you have to step back or you are going to lose your job." He let the words sink in for a moment before continuing. "So you hear that? You could lose your job Sam and there isn't a thing I would be able to do to help you."

"Frank…" Sam's voice was low and almost broken. "I can't sit here…and let them let this happen again. I won't." Sam turned his face towards Frank and they locked eyes. "And if that means I'll lose my job…then so be it."

Sam stood up and walked around his chair. When he got behind Frank he paused. He lifted his hand to touch his shoulder but then dropped it to his side and left the office. In the hallway he ran into Jerry.

"Sam! You're back."

"No."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm just leaving."

"If those guys see you here you'll-"

"Yeah, yeah I know." Sam kept walking and Jerry hurried after him.

"What's goin on Sam?"

"Nothing Jerry. See ya." He pulled the collar of his coat up higher around his neck then left through the back door. He zipped up his coat and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as he walked through the car lot. He spotted the OPP car easily. He pretended to be working on his phone as he walked up to the back door. He leaned on the door and slipped one of his hands behind him to test the handle. It was unlocked. He scanned the lot but there was no one around. Sam took a second to catch his breath then pulled the door open and ducked in. On the back seat was a box file of pages and reports. He rifled through them as quick as he could, took a few photos with his cell phone then went through another box. When he thought he had enough he closed the car door behind him and hurried away.

Oliver Shaw walked through his house and tried to rub the tiredness out of his eyes. The shower did nothing for him and now that he had eaten his breakfast, even though it was evening time, he was still tired. He searched for his keys and phone and eventually found them by the kettle with a cup of untouched coffee that was now cold. Just as he reached for them his phone buzzed to life scaring him enough to make him jump.

"Jeez…" he answered the phone without looking at the caller ID. "Hello?"

"Shaw, its Jerry. Have you spoken to Sam?"

"No. Why what's going on?" he could hear the urgency in Jerry's voice and was already locking up the door to get to his car.

"He came into the division just now."

"I thought he was suspended."

"He is."

"Oh shit…"

"Yeah, he's after leaving, I tried to talk to him but something is happening."

"I'm just on my way in now."

Oliver hung up the phone and was already starting the car when he dialled Sam's number but it went straight to voicemail. He killed that call and dialled Andy's number.

"Hello?"

"McNally, its Oliver Shaw."

"Oh no…have you spoken to Sam?"

A cold sweat broke out over Oliver's body and he pressed his foot to the accelerator. "No, I haven't. He was at the division with Jerry but he left…abruptly. He didn't come back to you?"

"Not yet no. I can't seem to get him on his phone either."

"Okay, well you call me if you hear anything form him alright?"

"Should I come in? What's going on?"

"No Andy, it's best if you stay there…he may come back."

Oliver killed the call and drove as fast as he could to the division.

Sam hooked his phone up to the computer at the back of the library and accessed the images he had taken. A map of Toronto with markers for each case they had logged as well as 7 more that were logged by 4 other divisions. Now all of them were full on rape assaults, some of them were indecent exposure and two of them were attempted kidnapping. Then there was another legend of green markers that Sam couldn't explain. Until he came to a calendar.

The calendar was dated from over 9 months ago and ran for five months after today's date. There were entries on most of the days, and it wasn't until Sam compared the dates of the attacks to the dates on the calendar that he realised what they mean. And it boiled his blood.

Each of the attacks in the city area matched with an entry in the calendar. And each entry in the calendar had location that matched the attacks. Sam dropped his head into his hands and took a minute to dampen down his anger. He scanned the calendar looking for today's date and found an entry.

Frenchman's Bay West Park.

Sam disconnected his phone form the library. Deleted the pictures from the PC then hurried out to his truck. He checked the glove box for his weapon and attached it to his ankle holster, then drove as quick as he could across town, towards the park.

Andy paced her living room with her mobile phone in one hand and the cordless landline to the other. She dialled his mobile number over and over but it went straight to voicemail. Then she tried his house number but it rang out. Her heart was beating rapidly and her head was spinning. She had a heavy feeling of worry in her stomach and she had to do something to relieve it. She pulled on some shoes and raced out the door.

Oliver raced through the bullpen to Jerry's desk and Jerry gestured for him to follow him into one of the empty interview rooms. Once they were in there with the door closed Oliver spoke.

"What the hell is happened?"

"I dunno brother." Jerry ran his hands through his hair as he paced the small room. "Sam came in, he was twitching. I tried to talk to him but he wasn't having any of it."

"Frank said he came in to apologize…"

"Maybe he went to the penny?" Oliver offered though he wasn't convinced by it himself.

"No. I rang Liam, he hasn't been in in a while."

"I spoke to McNally, she hasn't seen him for a few hours either."

"He went out through the car lot but his truck was parked at the front."

"What about the OPP car?"

"That was in the car lot…along with all their files."

"You don't think…" but even as he spoke Oliver knew the response.

"I fucking do."

They both hurried out to the car. Jerry spotted the boxes in the back seat and how they were dishelved. He exchanged glances with Oliver and they both opened a back door each and ducked into the car.

"What is this?"

"The case files…all of them that they have been using for the past…year?"

"Jesus…this has been an extensive investigation."

"Look…look, look!" Jerry pulled the small file folder out of the car and spread it out onto the roof where he could show Oliver.

Shaw came out of the car and hurried round to Jerry side where he had a calendar open.

Sam parked his truck in a cul de sac at the south west corner of the park. He twisted his ankle so he could feel the ankle gun then walked round to the boot of his car. It was just after dusk when the night sky was turning from navy and red colours to a dark black covering. The park was on the waterfront and the lack of city lights made it seem darker than the rest of the city. With this cover of darkness, Sam pulled off his jacket and shirt then slipped on a safety vest then pulled his shirt on again and his jacket. He closed the boot and zipped up his coat then walked into the park.