Happy Valentine's Day! Or, as I like to call it, Single Awareness Day! This is my first Flashpoint fic and it's a one-shot. It's set somewhere between Sam and Jules getting cleared to stay on Team One and them finding out they're preggo. Hope you like it! JAM!
Disclaimer: I do not own Flashpoint. If I did, it would still be airing…
Jules trudges up the stairs of her boyfriend's apartment building towards the fourth floor. They should really fix that elevator soon, she thinks. I know I'm an SRU cop and I'm in great shape, but after a long day at work, it would be nice if I didn't have to walk up four flights of stairs.
Jules gets to the apartment and smiles tiredly. She unlocks the door with the key Sam had given her then pushes the door open, not expecting all the lights to be off. She had at least thought Sam would have stayed up to wait for her. She'd been stuck with SIU the past two hours and she was really hoping to come home and relax with her boyfriend.
Her bag drops from her shoulder and hits the floor with a thump. Just as she's toeing her shoes off, she hears the noise of someone moving around in the kitchen.
What Jules finds in the kitchen surprises her.
The table is set with a dark red table cloth. A candle sits in the middle, the flame from it the only source of light in the room. There are two places set, the 'nice' plates and silverware out. Soft music plays from the radio on the counter.
And standing in front of the stove, whistling along with the music, is Sam.
He turns around and smiles at her. "Hey, Jules."
"What's this?" she asks, stepping farther into the room.
"Making dinner," he replies, turning back to the stove.
"Why?"
He shrugs. "Why not?"
"It's-," she looks at her watch. "9:30 at night."
"So?"
"So, it's 9:30 at night. Don't you think it's a little late to be making dinner?"
He shrugs again. "Thought it'd be nice if you came home and didn't have to cook. I know how hard SIU can be. Especially since it took two hours. How'd it go, by the way?"
"Fine. I got cleared," she says.
"As always."
Jules crosses her arms, leans against the door frame, and narrows her eyes at him. "Okay, what did you do and how much is it going to cost me?" she asks.
"What? I didn't do anything," he says, turning to look at Jules. "Babe, I swear," he adds upon seeing the look on her face.
"Maybe I just wanted to have a romantic dinner with my beautiful girlfriend," he turns back to the stove and starts whistling again. Jules rolls her eyes and pushes herself off the door frame.
"I'm going to go change," she mutters.
"Need any help?" he says cheekily.
She throws a book at him before leaving the room.
Twenty minutes later, Sam and Jules sit across from each other at the table, quietly enjoying the spaghetti he'd made.
"So," he says. "How'd it go?"
"I already told you."
"Jules, you gave me four words. How was it?"
"Same as always. Ask you a bunch of questions that make you relive the call and then they make you wait for what seems like forever before giving you your gun and badge back and excusing you," she says, twirling pasta on her fork.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
"For?"
"What you had to do."
"Well, I couldn't let her shoot Ed."
"Still," he says.
She shrugs. "It's fine. I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sam, I'm sure. Not like it's the first time."
"But-"
"Can we not talk about this?" she asks. "I'd like to enjoy my dinner."
He doesn't say anything and they continue to eat in silence.
"Thank you," Jules finally whispers.
"It really wasn't a big deal. Spaghetti is pretty easy to make."
She shakes her head. "No. Thank you for loving me. For letting me love you."
He doesn't question where it came from, which is good since she doesn't know either, but instead he smiles. Sam reaches across the table and squeezes Jules' hand.
"You're welcome."
They seem a little OOC, but I really liked this idea. What'd you think? Let me know!
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