A/N: Thank you all so much for all your wonderful reviews on the last story! You all are AMAZING!
Winning story was C - Coffee shop meeting! BUT option B had only 1 vote less - so I'm gonna write that one next :)
Special thanks to SYuuri (who gave me this awesome idea) and thisisfromawhileago (who gave me the idea to have Sam in JTF2 while Jules is SRU).
Story is dedicated to SYuuri, thisisfromawhileago, .7, JAMFANONE, splinterson77, Lolita, and Sewtunes.
It's Monday. The first day of the week. The day adults return to work and children to school. A day generally disliked by the general population.
Except by one Sam Braddock and Matthew Alexander.
"Toronto, here we come!" Matt, Sam's best friend and comrade, cheers as both men exit the hotel lobby. His fists pump the air as he lets out a loud 'Whoooo!' that has passersby sending them sideway glances.
Sam claps his best friend on the back, steering him down the street as he chuckles in amusement. "Come on, man. You're creeping them out."
Matt laughs loudly. "Yeah, well I'm just excited to be here. Being in the sand for years can do that to a person."
It's true. Matt and Sam are both elite soldiers in the secretive JTF2 and have been serving their country for years at a time. However, after a particularly high risk mission that endangered their lives, their commanding officer warranted their unit a prolonged vacation time to visit their families.
Since neither Sam nor Matt have any interest in returning home, they've decided to spend their vacation in Toronto. And their first stop of the day is the ever famous Tim Horton's coffee.
Sam shrugs with a smirk. "Can't blame ya man. But I'm dying to have a coffee so if you could walk faster than my grandma, I'd appreciate it."
Matt rolls his eyes good naturedly but quickens his pace nonetheless. "So do you think they still serve those little um round donut things?"
"Timbits?" Sam chuckles.
"Yeah! Those! They were so good!"
"Hopefully they still are."
"Well I guess we're about to find out!" Matt announces with excitement as he nudges his best friend towards the coffee shop.
Both men enter the shop and gawk at the long line before going to stand at the end of it. About twenty minutes later, they are both seated at a small table with their large coffees and an unhealthy amount of timbits at their disposal.
Then the small bell atop the door's entrance rings.
The same way it has for the last twenty minutes. But for some reason, this time in particular, Sam and Matt have the urge to turn and see who is coming in.
And when they do, they're entranced by the beautiful brunette in a police officer's uniform who walks in. Her warm chocolate colored eyes lock on Sam's for a fraction of a second and he feels the air leave his lungs as his heartbeat begins to beat out of control.
"Wow. She's a beauty."
Sam turns to his best friend, glancing one last time at the cop over his shoulder. Still dazed, he breaths out. "Yeah."
"Is that a cop uniform though?" Matt asks curiously, popping timbits into his mouth.
Sam shrugs, sipping his coffee. "I don't think so. I think it's the Strategic Response Unit uniform."
"The SWAT team?"
Sam nods, putting down his coffee. "Yup, or something like that." He takes another discrete look at the beautiful cop, studying her petite form. "She doesn't look like a cop though."
Matt pops another timbit into his mouth, a spark of mischief glittering in his eyes. "Why don't you go ask her?"
"What?" Sam looks at his friend with an incredulous expression.
"You heard me Braddock." He smirks, sending his best friend a daring look. "If you don't, I will."
Sam glances over his shoulder once again, watching the girl pick up a tray of seven coffees. He turns back around to Matt. "And say what? 'Don't see lady cops too often, that's kinda sexy. What's that? Double macchiato with extra chocolate cream? Classic. Hard to top coffee right there.'"
Matt's eyes widen and he brings his coffee to his lips, attempting to conceal a huge grin and coughing slightly to cover up the urge to laugh. Sam raises an eyebrow at his friend and is about to question his behavior when a beautiful, amused female voice sounds from behind him.
"Actually it's a double cream no sugar."
Immediately knowing who it is, Sam feels his cheeks flush. He takes a minute to compose himself before turning around, but she's already walking out the door, the little bell announcing her departure.
Matt, who had been struggling to keep in his laughter, finally bursts out laughing. Tears of mirth roll down his cheeks as his hands clutch his stomach. At Sam's glare, he laughs harder.
Sam just shakes his head in amusement as he places his face in his hands. "Oh man, I made a fool of myself."
"I was gonna tell you she was right behind you when you started, but, it was just too funny."
Sam narrows his eyes.
"Look at it this way - at least you made quite the first impression." Matt quips, popping a timbit into his mouth.
Sam just groans.
Welcome to Toronto, boys.
It's Wednesday. Wednesday is the third day of the week. The day people begin to look forward to Friday.
But for one Jules Callaghan, Wednesday is another day spent doing the job she loves. Therefore making Wednesday a good day.
Especially today, since today is a light day and she's patrolling with her best friend. So far they've spent the earlier part of the morning bantering and, for about an hour, arguing about which sport is best - hockey or soccer.
Currently, however, Spike is attempting to learn every single detail on a new bomb technology that's being developed by the government while Jules is driving, singing along to the radio station.
"Urgh! Why does it do that? They're adding a huge amount of risks to both the users and, well the targets are already at risk! But they've placed the - oh look at that! - a cliche bright red button smack in the middle. This isn't a toy people! I'm glad this thing is still getting tested because it doesn't make any sense!" Spike rambles out in annoyance, his hands animatedly pointing at the object on the screen.
Jules chuckles lightly, throwing him a sideways glance. "You don't make any sense."
Spike grumbles, muttering something about a possible explosive apocalypse.
Jules smiles. "Spike?"
"Yeah Jules?"
"Do you want a coffee from Timmy's?"
The Italian geek immediately jumps out of his stupor. "You know me so well. And that's why I love you!"
She scrunches her nose up adorably. "And here I thought you loved me because of my double chocolate cookies."
Spike smiles, dimples showing. "Is this you offering to make some?"
Jules rolls her eyes, making a turn into the parking lot of the coffee shop. "And have Ed chew my ass because a certain geek gained a couple pounds for the weigh in? I don't think so."
"Hey it was only one time! And it wasn't even for the cookies." He pauses and smiles at her sheepishly. "It was because of the homemade pies you made."
Jules laughs loudly as she brings the car to a stop, cutting the ignition. "See? That's what I mean."
Spike sighs dramatically. "You're mean."
A comfortable silence falle over them as they sit there for a while, Spike waiting for Jules to make a move to climb out and head inside the coffee shop. Instead though, Jules seems to be looking for someone as she scans the shop through the large glass windows.
"Jules?"
"Hmmmm?"
"You having a coffee shop rendezvous I should know about?"
Jules's cheeks redden considerably and she quickly stammers out. "What? No! What are you talking about? Im just, uh, making sure, uh..."
Spike snickers. "That there are no muffin robbers? That no body is holding a coffee hostage?"
She glares at him, slightly embarrassed that Spike caught her looking for the blond man she sorta met on Monday. The one that said the funniest thing while she was right behind him. She has tried and tried but she can't get him out of her mind. Those blue eyes, tousled blond hair, and perfect build. Perfection.
So she thought that if she came back to the same coffee shop, she would see him again. Which her rational mind says is stupid because it's not like the man lives there. She mentally smacks herself.
She shakes away those thoughts and opens the car door. "I'll be back."
She walks to the coffee shop entrance and pushes open the door, resisting the urge to look around for the blonde head of hair. She stands at the back of the line and taps her fingers against her pant leg to stop herself from fidgeting under the intense stares of people. Have they never seen a fully geared SRU officer before? Or is it because she's a girl?
"They've just never seen such a gorgeous beauty in a SWAT uniform. I don't blame them."
Jules's first instinct would have been to turn around with a strong right hook, but she immediately recognizes the voice. So instead, she feels her cheeks flush and a tingling sensation run down her spine at his voice.
She quickly tamps down her body's traitorous reactions and turns around with a smirk. Her breath catches at his smile and twinkling blue eyes. "It's not a SWAT uniform."
He chuckles, his cocky smile growing if at all possible. "You prefer me have said Strategic Response Unit Uniform?"
"He did his homework." The man with dark hair quips from behind the blonde, laughing when his friend elbows him.
Jules can't help the small laugh that escapes her lips when the blonde's cheeks redden slightly. "I'm guessing you both are not from around here?"
"No we're not." The man with dark hair smiles, coming to stand beside his friend. "I'm Matthew Benjamin, but you can call me Matt. And this hopeless romantic here is Sam Braddock."
"Matt!" Sam hisses.
Jules smiles, biting her lip. "I'm Jules."
"That's a beautiful name. Is it short for something?" Sam asks.
"See? Hopeless romantic." Matt deadpans.
Both Jules and Matt start laughing as Sam reddens slightly, watching them with a mixture of amusement and annoyance.
"Hello? Can I help the next person in line?"
The three of them turn and Jules quickly rushes to the counter, muttering a quick apology. She places her order and stands to the side as she waits for the food.
Sam and Matt also place their orders. She then watches the two men have a whispered conversation before Matt smiles widely and walks away, nudging his friend towards her. Sam smiles at her and starts to make his way over to her, while she tries to yell at her heart to stop beating so sporadically.
Unfortunately, she hasn't realized Spike had come in until he's standing right in front of her.
"Hey, I forgot. Did you get the multi flavored Timbits?"
Jules blinks. "What?"
"Timbits, Jules. The holy grail of Tim Horton's."
Jules tries to subtly look behind Spike as she nods her head. Sam simply stops in his tracks and shoots her a tight smile, turning back to his friend. Jules can't help the wave of disappointment that washes over.
"...and then the pickle chased after the rabbit with a chocolate."
Spike's words suddenly filter into her mind and Jules raises a brow at her best friend.
Spike simply laughs. "I knew that would do it."
Jules opens her mouth to respond but gets interrupted.
"Jules, here's the two coffees and the Timbits you ordered." Jena, the woman behind the counter, calls out, handing Spike the order when he comes for it. Spike thanks her and walks out with Jules.
As she walks out behind Spike, Jules looks back and sees Sam sitting with his friend, watching her. She smiles and lifts her hand, wiggling her fingers. She giggles softly when he raises his own hand and repeats the movement.
As she looks closer though, she sees something about him is off.
She wonders why he looks sad.
A/N: Thank you for reading! Please tell me what you think. Kudos if you can guess why Sam is sad!