Hello lovely people! This is my first Flashpoint fanfiction. PLEASE READ! Okay! So a few weeks ago I was going to attempt a "Jules shot in the head now write about her memory and physical recovery." However, about a week after I thought of that (And never starting. I only mentioned it to my friend.), I read not one, but TWO, stories just posted about Jules getting hurt in the head. Thanks guys, thanks! Sooooo, I changed it up. No, Jules did NOT get shot in the head but this story does center around her. So before you go and tell me this story has been done before, from what I have read, it has not. Now if it has, I AM SO SORRY! Warning: Do not judge based on this chapter. Trust me, there is a twist from this chapter that has not been written yet that changes the entire aspect of the story! After about 5 chapters, then you can yell at me if it has been done before. However, I am fairly certain it has not.

Heads up. Between scenes, if it says "JAMJAMJAMJAMJAM" That means we are at present time. If it says "FPFPFPFPFPFPFPFPFP" That means we are moving to a flashback. I guess I could label it better, but once you start reading, shouldn't be too confusing.

That being said. PLEASE tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism? (And please label it that because I have the worst time understanding constructive from hate sometimes. I'm sorry!) And I'm going to stop now before the AN become longer than the first chapter!

DISCLAIMER! Not mine. Plain and simple! If I were on that set, they would still be filming the last scenes because my blubbering in the background noise would ruin each shot! D':

"Team One, Hot Call! Shots fired on the 13th floor of a local computer company. Witnesses say the shooter is former employee, Alex Marcs. He was laid off two weeks ago by CEO, Christopher Anderson, whose office is located on the 13th floor. "

Team One was currently walking the main hall of the office building's 13th floor. Sam and Ed leading the front of the pack and keeping coverage for Jules and Raf behind them who were checking the rooms they pass. Greg was in the middle profiling the scene as they walked through the hallways.

Stray bullet holes were spread out amongst the walls of the hallways. 3 bodies lay motionless on the floor. Greg was able to determine that the victims weren't specifically targeted, however they were in-between Anderson and Marcs which left them in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Sarge," Spikes voice filtered through each team members head pieces. "You guys are coming up on a T cross section. The hallways loop around. Marcs was last seen in the right hallway although Anderson's office door is found on the left. Why would he take the longer way to Anderson's office?"

Good question, Spike. Good question. He took another quick glance at the victims they had passed so far. Each one only showed one bullet to kill them. What about these victims is similar to everyone else in the office that Marcs is trying to eliminate? The phones. "It looks like Marcs was trying to eliminate the possibility of someone calling the police before he reached Anderson. He probably went down the right hall because they would have heard the gunfire and called the police. But the question is why he didn't just go down the left hall and go straight toward Anderson?"

"He's delusional, man. He's trigger happy." Raf added his two cents.

"Boss, it doesn't look like he knows exactly what he wants. He wants Anderson dead but he's taking it out on the entire 13th floor as well." Jules, too, looked at the scene with Greg. "My guess is that he's mad they stayed but he got laid off."

A small smile made its way to Greg's lips. This is why you're my number 1, Jules!

"Alright Team," Ed took over with tactics. "He's already been down the right hall so he will probably circle his way around. Raf and the Boss will go down the left hall with me while Sam and Jules will take the right. Quick and stealthy."

However, before Ed could finish explaining tactics to the team, Marcs ran into the main hallway from the right. The rifle was raised with just his right arm. His eyes were frantic and sweat coated his entire body. When his eyes locked on the group before him his index finger pressed firmly on the trigger. Bullets whistled through the air with no fixed landing destination.

Multiple bullets were released from the teams' rifles as well. Within seconds Marcs body was falling lifeless to the ground.

From her spot behind Sam, Jules watched as Sam's head lurched backward and pulled his body to the ground with a solid thump. Her world seemed to slow down and the noises around her dulled. She never heard as Ed ran to the subject's body to confirm his death. She never heard as Raf was calling into his headpiece for an EMS – Officer down. She watched a blood seeped out of the wound in Sam's head and pooled around his head and shoulder.

With EMS on standby from earlier they were able to arrive within minutes. Greg wrapped his arms around Jules and led her into an office away from the scene. He took her headpiece out and took her gun from her hands.

"Jules.." He whispered.

She looked up into his eyes. Her brown eyes look hallow and afraid. Then she squeezed her eyes shut while her hands flew to her stomach and mouth. Greg immediately reached for a trashcan and placed it in front of her before she violently lots control of her stomach contents.

When the shivers that overcame her body finally subsided, Greg used tissues he found to wipe Jules' chin.

"Come on. What do you say we head to the hospital?"

So that's where Jules found herself at 3 a.m. in the morning. The doctor had just allowed her access to Sam's room after informing her and the rest of the team that the bullet to the head Sam endured had caused swelling in the brain which resulted in the doctors removing a piece of his skull until the swelling decreases.

She was currently sitting on one of those awfully, uncomfortable hospital chairs with her feet on the edge of the seat so she was able to wrap her arms around her legs and rest her chin on her knees.

The steady beat of the heart monitor machine was slowly lulling her tired mind to sleep. Although, despite how tired she was becoming, she kept her eyes open and fixed on his closed pair. He didn't even look asleep. Sam's eyes were completely still, which eliminated her idea that he was just in the REM state of sleep. And the tubes and machines in and out of his arms, mouth, and nose further concluded that he was definitely not just sleeping. Absolutely nothing like the previous morning.

Jules watched Sam while he slept. She had woken up 30 minutes prior and turned both hers and his alarm clock off before taking a shower to allow him extra time to sleep.

Now she was currently above him with her knees on both sides of his waist and her arms holding her up just below his shoulders. He was laying on his back however his head was resting to the side exposing a good portion of his neck that allowed Jules to kiss her way from his collar bone to the sensitive spot just below his ear.

As she was making her way to his jawbone, Sam turned his head and captured her lips in his.

"Mm," Sam moaned before pulling back. "You've already brushed your teeth."

Jules smiled as his hands played with the sides of her stomach. She loved the light tickle his fingers always created when he traced patterns on her skin. "Yup! Your turn."

"Don't suppose I could have you first?" His hands gripped her hips firmly to try and pull her down to him. Right now the only contact he had was beneath his fingers and the kisses she kept delivering. He wanted to touch her. To feel and explore her body despite already having every inch of her body mapped out.

"You would want that." She teased him. She kissed him again, this time longer than before. "However, we have a job to get to. I already let you sleep in. Now get up. I'm making waffles."

Then she was off him, not that she was ever really on him, and out of the bedroom within seconds.

She smirked as she made her way down the hall. She could get used to being a tease. It just makes things more interesting for later.

Jules eyes were rimmed red. Not that she had been crying. That emotional aspect still had not hit. But she had been awake for an unknown amount of hours. She could never tear her eyes away from his body; couldn't force herself to leave his side. The nurses, doctors, and rest of the team were unable to get her to respond. They left food on the nightstand by her side. They attempted to get her to change from her work attire to cleaner, more comfortable clothes. However, she remained unresponsive; barely blinking. Finally they left her alone for the night to return home and get sleep in order to try again the next day.

Soon they would learn that it's not just the health of Sam and Jules they would need to watch out for.