Disclaimer: I own nothing Flashpoint. Everything else though is mine.

Authors Note: Hope you all enjoy the story and this upcoming adventure! The chapter titles are either episodes it is based on or my individual.

Who's George.

Spike yawned walking into work. Checking his watch he groaned at the time staring back at him: 4:45am? Seriously. It was his own fault though; he should've gone home after going to dinner with Rebecca. Then again. He was pretty happy he didn't

He was about to shove the devil device in his pocket when it started to buzz and he frowned. It was a quarter to 5. Who was calling him? Turning it over he laughed seeing the caller. He pressed answer and held it to his ear.

"Scarlatti speaking."

He checked the hallway to be safe of any unwanted listeners and kept forward.

"One. How can you be thinking about food? I am pretty sure you just woke up." Spike spoke into his phone as he made his way through the station towards the gym.

"Second. Why are you calling? The sun isn't up. You don't exist until at least 630. It's 5am. You should be tired." He stopped and laughed, "I don't know whether I should be more appalled at that statement or proud."

He stopped for a second when he watched Ed and Parker walk by. He waved them a friendly hello before turning towards the wall.

"Are you using me for my body Ms. Lane? Cause if that is the case then by all means you can be hungry all you want." He whispered. "Ok. Get some sleep. I'll be over tonight. Yes. Yes. With Pizza. Ok. Rebecca. Stop."

He was going to be late for workout.

"You're sleepy and delirious. What was that? Italian? Honey, never speak Italian. You're just embarrassing yourself now. Shut up and go to bed."

Hanging up on her he shoved it in his pocket and tossed his duffle over his shoulder and continued on with his day.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Hearing Lew behind him tell Sam he'd like some coke almost made him break his character. Only because he knew Lew and hearing him want a shitload of coke is funny. Though thanks to years of training, and having a crazy family he was able to mask his emotions. Sam was not having any luck at all with this first trial run. He almost felt sorry for the rookie but this is training. It's what Sam needed to prepare for on this job. They all went though it.

Sam silence worried him though.

"A little help here!" Spike pushed his queue from his kneeling position. Hearing Ed's angry voice behind him.

"HE'S A LYING PIG!"

Sam truly had no idea what he was doing.

"You know I really wish a cop would negotiate us to safety!" Jules commented off hand.

Parker was getting frustrated and pushed Sam to continue. Gain back the control. Lew played over his breaking point.

"DUDE! YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT!"

Then Sam finally snapped.

"I'm not giving you cocaine jackass!"

Spike was in disbelief.

"Bang. Bang." Ed shot them.

"Jackass?" Spike turned to Jules, "Did he say Jackass?"

Sam walked away frustrated.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Walking in the briefing room Spike waved to the Boss as he left Sam. Spike whistled and made his way over to sit across from the rookie.

"I wouldn't beat yourself up about out there." Spike commented.

Sam never looked away from his documents, "Why not? I let you and Jules die."

Spike laughed, "Yeah well. I got Lew thrown off a building once, and Jules let my throat get slit. So. It happens to the best of us."

Sam looked up for a second, "Does it get any easier."

"Fraid not buddy. But hey-." He smacked Sam's shoulder. "Don't sweat it. We all pass. You just got to listen next time buddy. And not call a suspect a Jackass"

"That's what serge said."

Spike smirked, "Well he wrote the book."

Suddenly the alarms went off. Hot call for team one. Spike stood up and nodded his head towards the lockers, "Let's go suit up."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Kicking the door shut to her house, Rebecca somehow managed to make her way through without tripping over anything. It was been a long and exhuasting day. Most of her things were out of storage and she was slowly getting back to normal here at home.

Picking up the remote she turned on the TV for the evening news. They were covering the Bank situation down town. Knowing SRU had been involved she turned it up to listen.

"...After holding the hostage and refusing negotiations. Toronto's own SRU had to result to lethal force. The man only known as George had realized if he had been killed by a 3rd party, the insurance would pay for his wifes care. Many people tonight will be questioning his motives, and of the SRU. Did they know of his intentions? Had they assissted knowing the outcome. We will never know. I'm Phillip Richards for Toronto 4."

Rebecca disgusted turned off the TV. The public had no idea what it was like for these teams to do what they do.

All the harsh calls, the fast judgments they had to make.

She pushed away her anger when she heard her stomach rumbling. Glancing at her watch she smiled, Spike should be getting read to leave right now. Grabbing her phone she sent out a text.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

After debrief, the boys were changing in the locker room.

"Hey Spike?" Wordy spoke up, "Want to grab a drink at the Goose?"

Spikes phone buzzed, seeing the text he opened it and smiled shaking his head no.

"Rain check boys. Think I am going to stay in tonight."

"Hot date?" Lew asked bumping Spikes shoulder.

"Nope. Babycakes isn't feeling it tonight. I will see you guys later." Shutting the locker he saluted his goodbye and left.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

"Coming!" Rebecca yelled rushing through the house to get to the front door. She tripped over a shoe and cursed, finally making it. Opening it she found Spike on the other side holding up a pizza. Rebecca smiled and put her hair up on a ponytail.

"Pizza! How did you know?"

Spike smiled and walked through, "Cause I am highly in-tuned to the female mind." She ushered him in and he stopped leaning forward he gave her a kiss, one which she welcomed.

"Or it could've been the text I was sending you." She said against his lips.

He broke away, "True. Not very subtle. 'Bring pizza or else.' Slightly disconcerting you know."

She laughed waving her arms in the air as she walked to the kitchen. "I'm a woman of many needs. Just set the box on the table by the couch. I don't feel the need to be tidy tonight."

Spike laughed and looked around the living room. Which still was littered with boxes.

"I couldn't tell. What was the commotion towards the door? Fighting an army."

She walked back carrying a set of paper plates and "A good set of heels are deadly, Officer Scarlatti."

She gave him a plate and opened the box of pizza, grabbing a slice and placed it on her own. Taking a bite she sighed and rested against the couch.

"This is perfect." Rebecca commented, voice full of content. Spike rolled his eyes and took a swig of his beer. Rebecca got a good look at him. He was in his jeans and a nice fitted gym shirt. Clearly just coming from off shift. She wiped her mouth with her napkin and turned away before he caught her looking.

"So. How was today?" She asked quietly, "Caught the robbery on the news after I got home."

Spike didn't really know how to answer. It was a rough day.

"It was- Well it sucked. Truthfully. Never fun to lose someone ya know?"

She searched his eyes and gave him a soft smile. "I know."

"On the contrary. Sam did let Jules and I get shot by Ed today."

Rebecca laughed, "Oh really. Frustration?"

Spike took a huge bite of pizza. "Most definitely" He mumbled mouth full. She narrowed her eyes and he swallowed his food and smiled. "Lew wanted some coke. Sam refused and called him a Jackass."

Rebecca hissed, "Dang. How did Sam take it?"

"Oh. You are not concerned that your brother killed me, but about Sam? The person who let me die"

She playfully kicked him.

"Shut up." She laughed, "I'm serious. It's tough. Remember how pissed I was when you shot Wordy after I let it escalate. It sucks."

Spike set his plate on the "Yeah. It does." He rested against his side of her couch. Rebecca set her food down and scooted over to rest against his chest. He pulled her close and welcomed her. The events of the day leaving him exhausted. They sat there for a while just soaking in the silence.

"Tired?" He whispered, mindlessly running his fingers through her hair.

"Mmm. Yes. I went to the studio to check things out today."

"Yeah? How that go?"

"It's wonderful. I'm so proud of Tammy. She really took over. I'm allowing her to stay on as lead. As the owner I'm just going to let her run the course. Maybe teach a few classes now and then ya know?"

He shook his head, "No. Not really. But I trust you. Hey." He stopped stroking her hair, "Do you ever miss it?"

"Miss what?" She mumbled.

"SRU, Ops, this life."

Rebecca was quiet. She hadn't really thought about that part of her life. She was still technically still in the system. Just on a very long league of absence. Only taking a job that required her consult, name child psychology.

"No. I don't." That was it. End of conversation. Spike knew better to press it. He kissed the top of her head.

"You know I love you right?"

She smiled and closed her eyes, his moves putting her to sleep.

"You keep doing and saying things like that Officer Scarlatti and I won't let you go home tonight." She commented snuggled closer to him.

"All part of the service here at the SRU. Truth though. Ma would probably flip. I'm a grown man and she acts like I am a horny 15 year old. Can you believe that?"

Rebecca snorted, "You do act like a horny 15 year old."

Spike refused to see her point, "Regardless! Can't even spend more than one night with my lady before I get the entire Italian mob sent after me."

Rebecca sat up and gave him a soft kiss, "It's sweet. Your ma is precious. She cares for you."

"I know."

"Now." Rebecca pushed herself off of Spike and stood up and placed her hands on her hips, "Since I am going to be boyfriend less for the night I suggest we have dessert upstairs."

"But you hate food upstairs."

Rebecca rolled her eyes and walked away toward the bottom of the stairs.

"I never said there was going to be food involved." She said resting against the stair rail. Spike patted his knees fast and nodded. Standing up he walked over, with a curious look in her eyes, Rebecca wasn't prepared when he picked her up.

"Spike! Spike! Put me down!"

"No way pretty lady. I have a strict time schedule to keep."

"You're going to drop me!" She held on close.

He put her down at the top of the stairs. As he backed her into her room he ran kisses down the side of her neck. Unbuttoning her shirt, she shivered as his hands grazed her stomach slowly.

"Mm. Spike." She moaned. Spike stopped kissing her.

"Mam. I am a professional. Now please stop talking so we can get to sexy time ok?"

Rebecca couldn't help but laugh, "Yes sir officer sir!"

He tossed his shirt and picked her up, not a care in the world as the door slammed shut behind them.