Chapter 1

Authors note: Hi! So this is a new story I came up with, I hope you like it. Italics are quotes from the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint or any of its characters only the characters I made up.

Welcome to the Callaghan household. I'm the mummy Callaghan, Jules and I have four baby Callaghan's; Tori and Jenny, my three year old twin daughters, Mia, my two year old daughter and Lucas my one year old son. Now you might be thinking 'Wow! That's not a big age gap between them.' Trust me, that is not what I wanted, I would have liked a bit of a bigger age gap between them but that's another story for later. I work at the SRU, the police strategic response unit where I am a sniper, intelligence gatherer and a back up negotiator, however the fact that I had my children so close together means that I didn't spend very much time there in the past three years or so and when I did I was confined to doing desk duty.

Let me tell you a bit about Tori, Jenny, Mia and Lucas. Tori and Jenny are identical twins, well almost, Jenny has blue eyes and Tori has brown. Tori likes arts and crafts things like colouring and making things with beads and prefers to stay inside whereas Jenny likes to be outside doing any sporty activity. Mia is my little princess. She loves anything and everything to do with princesses. She has hundreds of princess toys and costumes and a princess themed bedroom, provided by the rest of team one, especially Spike and Winnie who are her godparents. And then there's Lucas, Lucas is my cheeky monkey. He manages to get messy doing anything. I'll turn my back for two seconds at dinner and when I turn back most, if not all of his food is either on his clothes or on his face and in his hair.

Yesterday, after our hot call, the new rookie of the team showed up at the scene of the call.

Flashback

"Hey, I saw the whole thing. I'm Sam, Sam Braddock." Comes a voice from behind me as I pack away my weapons.
"Good for you." I reply
"You don't see lady snipers too often; that's kind of sexy." Says Sam "What's that? A remy 700? Classic hard to top 1moa. I carry a vintage colt myself, pearl grips you wanna see?"
"Put your hands where I can see them! Hands where I can see them!" I shout, pointing my gun at him as the team join in and raise their guns as well.
"Lower your weapons!" Shouts the commander.

*That evening*

"So lets try this again, team one this is Sam Braddock." Says the commander before introducing us all.
"So Jules, that short for Julia?" Sam asks sitting down beside me.
"No." I reply.

End of flashback

I have to say he seems very cocky but could be a good asset to the team although I wouldn't admit that to anyone until I've seen what he's capable of.

So I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you the story of how my children have such a small age gap between them. My first children were the twins, Tori and Jenny, that was fine, I was happy with having the babies with my then boyfriend (now my ex). It was after the twins were born, three months after actually, that we started trying for another baby except I didn't realise that at the time. When I found out I was pregnant with Mia I was scared. How were we going to be able to cope with three young babies and I approached Joe (my ex) on this but he just told me to suck it up and then hit me. I never brought up the subject again in fear that he would repeat his actions on me or the girls. Three months after Mia was born, Lucas was conceived, again in the exact same way and seven months later my third baby was born except this time it don't go quite to plan. Lucas, my miracle baby as I call him, was born two months early, which is way too early, but I fell ill with Pre-eclampsia whilst pregnant and the doctors had to preform an emergency c-section. That day, I rang Joe to tell him what was happening and went home to get the hospital bag that luckily I had already prepared and found the girls asleep in their rooms, alone in the house with Joe and his things, all missing. No note, no text, no phone call to indicate where he was and when or if he would be back. I immediately called Greg who came right away and then Spike who came and sat with me while I waited for my c-section and then stayed with me the whole way through and after the operation. That phone call a few hours before was the last time I ever spoke to Joe.

Lucas weighed 3lb 3oz when he was born and was approximately 14" long. He was put into an incubator where he was given oxygen to help him breathe. The midwives said that he was a very determined little baby and very fidgety (which is still true now) and that he kept on pulling or kicking his tubes away. By day four, he was taken off the oxygen for a few hours to see if he could breathe on his own although he did have a habit of forgetting to breathe a couple of times. However by day six he was taken off it completely only to be put back on it a few days later. Six days after Lucas was born, I got to go home, unfortunately without my little miracle. On day seven he had to have a heart and a brain scan and had a temperature when he woke up. On day fourteen he was moved from the special baby care unit. Finally three months after he was born, I brought Lucas home. I remember that first day that I brought Lucas home; the girls all crowding around his car seat to get a glimpse of their baby brother although they were still a little too young to understand fully what was going on and where daddy had gone although he was never around enough for them to get to know him very well or for him to get to know them and they're too young to remember him really. That evening, I tucked my daughters into bed with me that and held my miracle baby in my arms while they slept.

AN: Please review and tell me what you think!