This is my first ever Flashpoint fanfic and I'm really excited. I hope you guys enjoy!


"Wordy?"

"Here."

"Spike?"

"Reporting for duty."

"Jules?"

"Morning, boss."

"Sam?"

"Present."

"Ed?"

"Ready to start."

Greg Parker looked up from the clipboard and stared at his team, who was stretching in a circle.

"Everyone had a nice summer break?" he asked. He knew that none of them really left for the week they took off. They were always ready to respond at a moment's notice to any crisis.

"Actually, now that you mention it…" Sam started jokingly.

"Yeah, yeah, we'll talk later. Ready to begin the SRU re-training exercises?" No matter how pointless the exercises seemed, they were necessary if Team 1 wanted to get back out there.

"Alright, let's move, move, move!" Greg shouted and the team burst into action. Greg started his stopwatch.

"Man, I hate these stupid exercises," Wordy huffed as he and Spike made their way over a wall.

"Oh quit complaining," Sam said, leaping easily through the tires on the ground. He jogged over to the firearms station that Jules was already finishing.

Ed was hurrying across a narrow beam, weights in each hand. He made it to the edge and nimbly jumped off, tossing the weights aside.

Jules moved to the station where they practiced carrying unconscious or hurt victims. For some reason, she always struggled with this part.

Wordy took his place at the sniper station, easily picking off his targets.

Spike moved on to his expertise; disarming a "bomb" that was meant to go off any second.

All the while, Greg shouted encouragement and advice from the sidelines.

Ed finished first with Sam not too far behind. Jules pulled through at the middle, followed by Spike, with Wordy pulling in at the rear.

"Very good guys, you each beat your previous scores," Greg praised, recording the times on the clipboard. "Get a drink and take a short break."

The team each grabbed a water and collapsed on the grass.

Sam lay down on his back, his gear making it impossible to get comfortable. He caught Jules looking at him and he gave her a lazy smile, causing her to turn away.

"Alright, everybody line up. We'll practice with our gasmasks," Greg continued as everyone climbed to their feet.

"A chemical bond exploded, let's see how fast you react. Aaaand go!"

Instantly, they each reached behind them and grabbed their masks, strapping them securely on their faces.

Jules fumbled a little with the strap.

"No, Jules, too slow. Everyone again!"

This time she made sure she had it perfect.

"Much better, much better. You can put those away."

And so this was how the day went. They completed exercise after exercise, proving that they earned their spot on Team 1 and showing they were ready and prepared to get back out there with the dangerous jobs ahead.

It was getting dark outside when Greg finally decided to call it quits.

"Okay everybody, take a shower, rest up and be prepared for tomorrow. You guys did an excellent job today."

Ed turned his ice blue eyes on Greg. "Gee thanks, boss. Do we get a cookie or a medal?"

Greg lightly punched his best friend in the shoulder and they all took off to the locker rooms.

All the guys took quick showers, wanting to get back home to spend a little time with their wives and kids.

Sam was not looking forward to going back home to his lonely apartment and so he took his sweet time.

When he was done, he dried off and slipped on his pants and shoes. He grabbed his shirt and walked out of the locker room.

He was just slipping his shirt over his head when Jules bumped into his bare chest.

"Oh geez, Sam, sorry," she said as he fixed his shirt with one hand and he steadied her with his other.

"No problem," he said, shaking his still damp hair. "So, you did a nice job at practice today," he said, trying to keep her talking. She didn't talk to him much anymore.

Her wet hair fell in ringlets over her shoulders. He remembered a time not too long ago that she had come out of his shower looking like that. Well, minus the clothes…

He shook his head and returned to the present.

"Thanks, you did, too. But I really got to go," she said and skirted around him. In another moment, she was gone.

He sighed in frustration and fished his car keys out of his pocket. He made his way out the door and into the parking lot.

What was it going to take to win her back?


So, what did you think? This is just the prologue really. The next chapters will be some action packed , real-life hostage situations. You think the team can handle it? I certainly do!

Comments are always welcome.

xoxo
Janelle