A/N I always have trouble bringing my story somewhere without rushing it, so let's see how I do with this one. And if anyone is reading my NCIS fanfic. Yes I will finish it. I've got vacation now :P

Anyone who notices the Firefly-reference I put in here? It's subtle.. sort of..

This is pure fictional, anything that matches anyone's life is pure coincidental. Don't hate me for getting details wrong. I do not own Flashpoint or any of the characters.

Rating T for language and mention of rape, but no actual rape scenes. And talk about the war in Iraq, I do not mean to offend anyone with both of those subject. I don´t no much about either so just go with me. Please review, I welcome criticism, but I delete hate-messaged and stuff.

This takes place after Lou died in that bomb-thing. The team consists of: Sam, Ed, Greg, Spike and Jules.

Greg was ordered to hire a new team member, he didn´t want to. None of them wanted a new team member. Lewis –lou- was their team member. But he had to replace him, for their own safety. With Jules on sick leave for taking a bullet to the vest, they were down by two. A team like theirs can't be a man short, let alone two. So he has been looking at resume's all week. He has to chose, they always choose their own. Now he's only looking at 3 resume's, two girls and a guy. All of them are supposed to be great. So he was going to interview them, let's just hope he doesn't have to cancel because of a hot call, again.. He has cancelled on them four times already. Of course they said they understood, they all want the job. Although sometimes he doesn't know why anyone would want this job.

The first applicant, Nathan, arrived at 9 A.M. Greg took him through tactics first, to see what his answers are in hypothetical situations. Turned out he was more of a barge-in-and-shoot-ask-questions-later-guy. People can learn a lot of things, you can teach them to shoot and how to negotiate. But teaching them to do a different job then their instinct says they should, that would be a waste of time and resources.

The second and third applicant weren't much better. The second simply turned out to be unfit in every possible way. Especially the fact that his first question was how many times he would be able to shoot people. The third applicant was just not good enough in most aspects, especially physically.

So the applicants didn't turn exactly out to be what he had hoped. He turned around when he heard knocking and turned around. "Ed, come in. Got something fun for me?"

"Maybe, a girl just walked in here. Said she heard there was a job and wanted to apply." Ed handed Greg her resume.

Greg looked out into the lobby. He noticed a girl, standing there. He did an initial evaluation, she looked like she was in shape and eager to be here. Her resume said she came back from Iraq a month ago, honourably discharged and a letter of recommendation. For Greg, that was as much as a first opinion he would get because they heard Winnie's voice over the intercom, saying there was hot call.

Greg, who was already geared-up, walked towards her.

"My name is sergeant Greg Parker, and you are Zoë Washburne right?" He handed Winnie all the files, including hers.

"Yes sir." She shook the hand he had extended and he noticed a scar on the inside of her wrist. "It's from a long time ago." People always thought she was or had been suicidal, and she did NOT want her possibly new boss to think she was suicidal.

Greg nodded and looked around to see his team coming out of the locker-room. "Ok, well I have to go. If you can wait here, we can talk later. Winnie will give you a headphone so you can listen in. See if this is what you think it is."

Zoë looked at the team coming towards them. "What if I come with you? I can see if it is what I think it is, and I may just be helpful at the same time." She smiled at him.

Greg looked towards Ed who just shrugged. "Fine, but you will stay with me at all times. We've got an extra vest in the trunk."

The call was pretty much routine so far, no high risk or anything like that. Greg put Ed in charge for this call, although Greg was still listening in. He could talk to Zoë in the mean time, they were sitting in the truck.

"So, how you like this job so far?" Zoë turned towards him and smiled.

"So far so good, it's a nice change of pace." Greg raised his eyebrows so she continued. "From killing people and losing people in Iraq. Here you only kill after you tried everything else, and most off the time you can take your time, right?" She waited till Greg confirmed this with a nod. "In Iraq we were trying to save lives and sometimes the wrong person was killed."

"Lost a lot of friends there?" He looked at her, really looked at her.

"Not a lot, just a few. All of them good men. Losing my best friend made me quit."

"Must've been tough."

Zoë had noticed his bracelet when they first met and couldn't help but look at it.
"You know how it feels, right? The guys place I'm taking?"

Greg nodded and unconsciously touched the bracelet. "Yeah, I do. It's hard losing a teammate. But it's worse losing a friend. He'd been with us a long time."

"How am I doing so far?" Greg looked at her questioningly "On my psych eval." She elaborated.

"Good so far, but you know I'll still have to give you a physical, tactical, shooting test and lie detector test. Right?"

"You're going to give me a physical? You're a doctor to? Going to examine me, isn't that a little inappropriate, Greg?"

He blushed a little. "I didn't.. I mean you have to run and stuff." She smiled at him.

"Ma'am put the knife down." It was Ed, they heard him over the intercom.

"Ed, eddie? What's going on?"

"WHAT WOULD YOU KNOW? YOU'RE MEN! A BUNCH OF PIGGHEADED MEN!" It was the woman.

Zoë looked up at Greg, raising her eyebrows. Indicating that maybe what she needs would be a woman.

"No, you are not on the team. I don't know if you are suitable yet. And you don't know all you need to know to go into a situation like that." Greg spoke firm.

"Ma'am, if you don't put the knife down we will be forced to shoot you." It was Ed again.

Zoë raised her eyebrows again.

"Ed, Zoë wants to go in. What you think?"

"Don't know, haven't talked to her. But if it goes on like this we're going to have to take her out so you better decide fast."

Greg inhaled deeply. "Fine, I'll take you there. But you will not take a gun." She nodded.

"Ed, we're coming your way. Send Spike down for me will you? I need him here."

"Copy that, Spike is coming your way." Ed turned his attention to the woman again. "Ma'am, there is a woman coming up here as we speak. Just hold on a minute."

Spike and Greg went down to the van after Zoë got into the room. Greg turned his com off. "Spike, give me everything you can find on Zoë Washburne. I want to know exactly who I just sent up there."