I had to start writing my Flashpoint Christmas story today so I'll get done by Christmas! This is just the prologue, it'll get better! And it's mostly from Spike's POV, but POV's will alternate through each chapter.  Enjoy!

I don't own Flashpoint (unless I'm dreaming or asleep in Art class) or Timbits! I would like to own some...living in the middle of nowhere is sweet, but the nearest Timmy's is about 20 minuites away.  (Is it Timmy's or Timmie's? I care about spelling xD)

September 25, 2008

Spike was overjoyed. He'd accomplished one of his many his life's missions. After no less than 106 (he'd counted) e-mails back and forth for over four-and-a-half months, he had convinced Greg Parker's ex-wife Kate and their son to visit Toronto for Christmas. Despite the one catch (she didn't want to pay for her own plane tickets) she agreed reluctantly to fly in on the 23rd, have dinner with Greg on the 24th, and destiny would decide what would happen from there. It was Spike's Christmas gift to Greg. And it was top-secret. Sam, Jules, and Lou knew about the plan. Ed, on the other hand, had no idea. Spike knew him well enough to know that he wouldn't agree. He'd say something like "They're divorced for a reason." or "Don't make this worse for either of them." Spike thought this was total crap. Greg had changed a lot over the 9 years, And God knows he needs a woman in his life! he thought as he re-read the last e-mail. There was just one more task: Pray that Sam, Jules, and Lou wouldn't mind donating some money for the air fare. He checked the time. It was 12:15, lunch time, maybe he'd get lucky enough to catch his three supporters without Ed or Greg around.

As he'd been for the past four-and-a-half months, Spike got lucky. Ed and Greg were writing reports in the briefing room, and Sam, Jules, and Lou were alone in the rec room. Jules was watching the TV above the treadmills, and Sam and Lou were taking turns throwing a gigantic purple excersise ball at each other. As Spike walked over, the ball bounced off Lou's head after a particularly intense throw from Sam, and landed on the table, knocking Jules's Timmie's coffee all over a folder of reports Ed had left there.

"Mature much?" Jules complained, getting off the treadmill and picking up the ruined folder. "Wow. I can't wait to see Ed's reaction when he finds this."

Sam reached into his pocket and groaned. "My gun is never here when I need it!"

"You'll need more than a few little bullets when Ed comes back. He missed a hockey game to write those." Lou added.

Sam glared at Lou. "It bounced off your head, Buddy. We're all in this together."

"Except me." Juled laughed.

"What are you talking about? You should have told us not to throw it!"

"Oh yeah. I keep forgetting I'm a kindergarten teacher, not a Sniper." Jules rolled her eyes.

Spike stepped in.

"Before Ed eats you all for breakfast, I have an important announcment. You all remember my little Christmas plan, right? The one I like to call "Operation Mistletoe?""

"Mhmm."

"Yeah."

"You couldn't have picked a cheesier name."

"Put a sock in it, Braddock, or you'll get stale Timbits in your stocking this year! Anyway, Operation Mistletoe is a 90% go!"

"Well done. Did she just agree so you'd stop e-mailing her?"

"Who cares? The point is, she's coming!"

"So what do you have to do for the last 10%?"

Spike gave his best used-car-salesman grin. "That's where you come in!"

"We have to pay her air fare, don't we?"

"Jules, your intellectual skills are just as spectacular as your shooting ability." Spike said in voice that almost always worked on women.

"Save it, Romeo." Jules sighed as she pulled put her checkbook.

"I just bought a new laptop and matching iPod." Sam lamented.

"Come on, Dude, your dad is loaded!"

"Who said he shares with me?"

Spike added his own contribution to the pile and added up the total.

"We have exactly enough for one ticket."

"Thats all we need, right?"

"Dean's coming too."

"Spike, do you know how slim the chances are of this going well?"

Spike determinedly ignored this and said, "I have enough air miles on my credit card for half of his ticket."

Scilence.

"Come on guys, this is for Greg! You know how many times he's saved our asses?"

Slowly, Sam and Lou pulled out their checkbooks. Jules smiled slightly and produced her Air Miles card and shoved it into Spike's hand.

"I had almost enough to go to Australia.  You had better make sure this works out."

Spike grinned and pulled a Timbit from the box that was sitting on the table beside the coffee-soaked reports.

"Here's to Operation Mistletoe!"

Reluctantly, Sam, Jules, and Lou raised their Timbits as well.

"Here's to hoping Spike doesn't get us all kicked off the team." Lou contributed.

"Um...Here's to Air Miles and Timbits!" Sam felt compelled to add.

"Here's to Ed and Greg coming out of the briefing room." Jules smirked.

Even from the other side of the room they could hear Ed's cry of,

"What the hell is on my reports?"

Sam and Lou started to panic. Jules chuckled and headed off towards her personal change room. Spike grabbed the remaining Timbits and returned to his computer to return Kate's e-mail. Operation Mistletoe, despite its cheesy name, was 100% go!

Operation Mistletoe.  I thought it was kinda cute-ish in a tacky way.  Muahaha.  Review if you don't want stale Timbits in your stocking this year!