AN: I own Flashpoint. Er, jokes. I WISH I owned Flashpoint.
I wasn't going to start this until I finished The Truth in the Lie, but … I couldn't resist the Jammy action. Please review. Let me know what you think of it.
"Samtastic!" Spike shouted over the booming base. "You finally joining us?"
Sam shrugged, adjusting the weights on one machine, dropping his water bottle to the floor beside it.
But Ed wouldn't let it drop. "You're late."
Sam grunted a brief apology.
"Better have a good reason." Ed threatened from his position at the treadmills.
"Believe me. She was a good reason." Sam smirked.
Spike missed the punch bag and Wordy laughed. Leah rolled her eyes, but snuck a glance with Jules, clearly concerned. While Jules appreciated the female company, Leah was far too perceptive sometimes. She rolled her shoulders, continued to pedal furiously. But she was seething inside.
Jerk. Rubbing her face in it like that. Yeah. She'd been the one to break it off, but it was inevitable. It was what NEEDED to happen for them both to stay on the team. She'd done it for him too. Rat bastard. She thought maliciously.
She hoped they practiced hand-to-hand combat later. Maybe her knee would slip and hit a particularly sensitive part of his anatomy. Just enough so he couldn't use it tonight with his new missus.
Pitiful, Jules. She thought. Pitifiul. You're over him. So over him. So very, completely over him.
Except for the fact that she was so completely NOT over him. Not even a little.
Absolutely pitiful, Julianna Callaghan.
Winnie's voice came over the intercom, interrupting her self-loathing pity-party: "Hot Call, Team One".