Cover-up



Disclaimer: Isn't mine. No such luck.

:: I miss Flashpoint. I miss Flashpoint. I MISS FLASHPOINT!!

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"Sam, I will not use that,"

"But it's Barbie,"

"You want me to shoot you? Glock or Winchester?" She snapped at her two week old boyfriend who also happened to be her teammate. The mixture of concern and anxiety written across his face couldn't even cover the mirth and amusement shining through his deep blue eyes.

"Every girl loves Barbie, and I just assumed-," Sam shut his mouth as soon as Jules fixed him with another death glare.

Jules returned her attention back to the mirror, her fingers grazing the skin of her neck. "Geez, it looks like a freaking Africa. Or North America," She muttered through greeted teeth.

From where he was sitting on the edge of Jules' bed, Sam had to cover his smile. This morning had been pretty wonderful, until Jules pulled her hair up in her usual ponytail and found the fairly considerable red mark on the side of her neck. She freaked out immediately. God, he loves her.

"Fine, I got Barney here," Sam offered after sorting through several colorful band-aids. The only band-aids in the house were band-aids with silly cartoon characters all over it; something her niece had left behind when she last visited. "Or Hannah Montana,"

"Sam, could you be a little more sensitive? Do you realize what would have happened if I didn't catch –this- when I did?"

"Everyone would just assume that you had a new boyfriend,"

Jules rolled her eyes.

"Oh, look, another Barbie!" Sam exclaimed, knowing perfectly well that he was playing with fire, but an angry Jules was plain sexy.

"Sam, shut up," Jules sighed exasperatedly. "And I can't wear one of those, what if Wordy saw it? Spike? Or worse, Ed?" She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and groaned. "We're almost late! I can't go with this!" Jules had gone from mild panic to full on panic mode in under a second.

Sam pushed himself up and closed their distance in two long strides. He put his hands on her shoulders. "Sweetheart, breathe,"

Jules opened her mouth to protest but Sam simply shook his head. She half-heartedly closed her eyes, struggling to compose herself. She knew that she was being ridiculous. This was only a minor thing compared to what she had to face everyday, but she couldn't help it. This whole forbidden love thing was slowly but surely driving her crazy. "I'm calm,"

"Just cover it up with make up. You girls are expert with that stuff," Sam suggested, his hands rubbing her arms up and down.

Jules shot him a look as if he was being dense. "We have practice this afternoon and who knows what kind of psycho would show up and cause troubles today. You think I'm one of those cover girls who never seem to perspire?"

He shrugged. "Use a scarf or something,"

"Why don't I just wear a skirt and use sunglasses altogether?"

"I'm only trying to help!"

"Well, you're not helping!"

"Don't get mad at me,"

She gave his chest a poke. "Well, I hate to remind you but it's kinda your fault,"

Sam walked backward until he once again sat down on her bed and laid back, bringing Jules with him so that she was laying on top of him.

"Sam, we don't have time for… whatever this is," Jules pushed herself up but he was quicker; his arms swiftly seized her around the waist.

"We could make a pit stop at the pharmacy on our way to HQ,"

Jules blinked. She had been too distracted that the simplest and most obvious thing to do slipped her mind. "You know, that is actually a brilliant idea. Now let's,-"

"Or…," Sam cut off and paused, letting the sentence hanging.

"What?" Jules asked impatiently.

"We could have matching hickeys, ain't that cu-, hmmph," His grin was short-lived as Jules immediately grabbed a pillow and shoved it into his face.

"Dream on, Braddock,"

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