Author's note:
I don't own flashpoint. If I did I would share. I have fallen hopelessly for Spike. Please read and review. Enjoy.
Welcome to my Life:
Chapter 1
Amy Lindstrom was wiping down a table in the Coffee Shop, Good Times that she worked at. She liked working here. Her coworkers were sweet people. Her boss, an older guy named Patrick, reminded her of her father. He was always asking after her, how she was doing, how her classes were going. Amy was glad to have someone besides family, to care for her. The pace was a little fast at times, but she loved it. Usually when it was really slow, as it was for the moment, Amy would go outside and mow the lawn to keep it nice.
Amy didn't look up when the bell that was on the door jangled signaling a new customer. She figured that one of the other girls would get them their menus and drinks. Her mind was on her stats test that she had to study for tonight. She was working a double shift tonight, so she hoped that the evening would be slow so she could at least study a little. She would not be getting off work until about 5 in the morning. She looked up when Patrick laid his hand on her arm, getting her attention.
"Amy. Your table. Kelly went on break a moment ago. Leave the restocking. I'll have Kelly do it when her break is over. She hasn't done restocking for quite some time." Amy smiled, nodded and turned to the counter grabbing a handful of menus and her pad of paper and a pen. She walked towards the table, handed out menus to each of the gentlemen sitting there and smiled at them before getting ready to take their order.
"Hi there gentlemen. My Name is Amy, and I will be your waitress today. Can I start you all off with something to drink or do you prefer to go ahead and order?" She handed out the menus and waited a moment. The guy who seemed to be the leader of the group smiled back at her, while extending his hand for a handshake.
"Hi. Amy. My name is Greg, this is Ed and Kevin, and Spike. How are you today?" Amy raised an eyebrow at him. None of her customers ever asked how she was. Most of them prefered to be rather demanding, expecting her to read their minds immediately. At least none of these guys were on their cell phones. It was a nice change. She shook his hand and smiled again.
"Hi Greg. I'm doing rather good today. The weather could be a little better though. Too chilly and damp for me today. Winter is well on its way. I would prefer a few degrees warmer. Thank you for asking. What would you gentlemen like to drink today?How are you all?" Greg smiled and glanced at the others before answering.
"Coffee for me please. And a glass of water." The others added their choices, pausing between orders to give her time to write it down. Amy scribbled it all down on her pad of paper quickly and then looked up at them and smiled.
"So that is, 3 cups of coffee, a glass each of Cranberry and Orange juice, A glass of regular milk, and a glass each of Water. Correct?" They nodded. Amy smiled, said she would be right back and left them to decide on what they wanted. While she was getting their drinks, she heard the bell jangle again. She didn't look up until someone tapped on the countertop. She looked up, and froze.
"Hey Babe. Long time, no see. I stopped by your parents house today. They told me you were working here now. Nice job by the way. What do you say you and I get together tonight and talk. I want to give us another try." Her ex boyfriend, James, leaned against the counter a little too close for her comfort. She held up her hand.
"James. No. I told you that we were through. You made your feelings perfectly clear when I caught you in bed with your ex girlfriend. Just because she dumped you, does not mean that you can come back and try to make amends and expect me to jump for joy. Now, if you will excuse me, I have drinks to deliver to that table over there. So please leave. And don't come back here." She picked up her tray without another word and walked away from him.
She tried to keep her cool and not let her anger or irritation at seeing James again show to her customers by taking a couple deep breaths. She set the tray on a vacant table a little harder than necessary, taking another couple deep breaths and picked up the first couple of glasses, smiling at the guys as she set them on the table.
"Sorry to keep you all waiting for your drinks. Who had the Orange Juice and Cranberry Juice? Kevin and Spike, right? Ed, Greg, and Kevin also had the coffee. Spike had the milk as well. And water for everyone." She handed the drinks out and then picked up her pad of paper again ready to take their orders. Ed spoke first.
"Can I get the Scrambled eggs, White toast please. With a side of Hashbrowns please." Amy nodded and smiled at him, writing it down. Wordy got the same thing but Wheat toast. Greg ordered Pancakes and Sausage with an order of eggs on the side. Spike looked lost. Amy smiled at him and waited a moment before prompting him gently.
"And for you Sir? Spike wasn't it? What can I get for you to eat today? Or do you need more time to decide? I can come back in a few minutes if you would like, I don't mind. I always have a hard time making up my mind." Spike nodded and shrugged. Amy waited patiently. Greg nudged him subtly. He looked really lost. Amy's heart went out to him.
"I don't know what I'm hungry for. I'm sorry. What do you recommend today Amy? I am feeling a little brave today." Amy blushed and smiled. Spike smiled back.
"Well, I personally prefer the Turkey Club Sandwich. I usually get it without the tomato though. Either that, or the Chicken Pot Pie. I actually like that much, much better, Patrick, my boss, makes them fresh. Flaky crust, light and crispy. Loaded with vegetables, like corn, celery and Potato chunks as well as a lot of chicken. And they are rather big. You might end up taking the rest of it home with you." Spike smiled and nodded.
"I will take your recommendation. The Chicken Pot Pie please. And a refill on my milk please." Amy nodded and took the glass and walked back to the counter to give the orders to Patrick and the cook. She refilled Spike's glass and took it back. When she approached, she could see Spike with his head down. Greg was talking to him and rubbing his back. She bit her lip and cleared her throat to announce her presence.
"Here's your milk Spike. Your orders should be up shortly. Probably about 10-15 minutes. Is there anything else at the moment?" They shook their heads and Amy walked back to the counter and checked on their orders. While she waited, she restocked a couple things, and took the drink order for another group of people that had come in.
"Amy. Order up! Your orders for that first table are ready to go. Do you need help? taking their food over?" Patrick waved her down, pulling her from her musings. Amy nodded her head and Kelly came to help her carry the trays over to the table.
"Gentlemen, Your orders. Greg, you had the Pancakes and Sausage. Ed, gets the Eggs and white toast and hashbrowns. Kevin gets the same with the Wheat Toast. Spike gets the Pot Pie. is there anything else at the moment gentlemen?" They shook their heads and dug into their food after thanking her. She smiled and walked back to the counter for a short break, letting Kelly take the next couple of tables. She saw James walk back in and walked behind the counter, intending to ignore him for as long as possible. She really didn't want to get into it with him at work.
"Amy. Come with me please. I really want to talk to you. Please." He reached for her arm and she backed up. She was trapped. She held up a hand to ward him off. She was fighting the urge to scream and attract attention. She was so glad that she had broken up with him. He reached for her arm again to draw her close to him.
"James. Last time I checked Stalking and unwanted attention was illegal. I want you to leave. Right Now. I do not want you showing up at my home. Or here trying to intimidate me. Please leave me be. I will call the cops if I have to." James got angry. He grabbed her arm painfully, causing her to yelp softly. He yanked her close.
"I want to talk to you Amy. Now. Not in five minutes. Now."Amy Frowned, inside she was trembling in fear. She knew what he was capable of. She knew that he could get violent in an instant, and she didn't want anyone in the restaurant getting hurt. She jerked herself free and pushed James away a little bit, making him back into the counter.
"No. I am not going anywhere with you James. I do not love you anymore. Please leave me alone and leave this shop. I do not want to see you around here again." She pointed to the door and James stalked out angrily flipping over a table and chairs, which resulted in the dishes and glassware that was still on it to crash onto the floor shattering.
"Amy, Was that James that was just in here? And did he just flip over one of my tables and chairs?" Patrick asked, coming out from the kitchen. Amy nodded. She said nothing else and went to right the table and chairsand swept up the broken glass. After she did that, she went to check on her table, noticing that they had been watching her.
"How was the food today gentlemen? Can I get anyone a refill on any of their drinks?Would any of you desire dessert?"Spike held up his glass for more milk. Ed and Wordy held up their cups for more coffee. Amy Refilled them and set the bill on the table. The guys stood and Greg went to pay the bill before they left.
Amy went to clean off their table, and pocketed her tip from them. She also found a couple of business cards. She picked them up and Read: SGT. Gregory Parker. Strategic Response Unit. And on the other card: Michaelangelo Scarlatti. Strategic Response Unit. Followed by a number. Spikes card had a little arrow at the bottom. Amy flipped it over.
"Amy. I witnessed the scene earlier but I didn't want to interfere. If you ever need anything, anything at all, Please Call me. Even if it is only to talk. Call me. This is my Cell Number. -Spike. PS. I like your recommendations." Amy laughed to herself and pocketed both cards and finished cleaning the table off to get it ready for the next customers.
Several Hours later, Amy was getting ready to leave. Patrick had given her the rest of the night off, so she could study for the test. Amy was very grateful. Now all she had to do was walk Home. It was only a two mile walk. She liked the walk. Usually her father met her and they walked home together. Tonight though he had some other things that he had to do.
It was only 9 in the evening as she walked out of the coffee shop. She still had to stop at the store for some things, so she dug into her pocket for the business card that Spike had left for her. She dialed the offered number and waited, biting her lip gently. She was nervous and she couldn't figure out why she would possibly be nervous.
"Hello? Michaelangelo Scarlatti speaking." Amy bit her lip again. She thought that she had recognized Spike's voice, but wasn't sure. She had thought that he was cute when he had smiled up at her at the coffee shop. She suddently knew why it was that she was so nervous. She was nervous to talk to Spike again.
"Hi. Um, I'm looking for Spike? He left me his business card at the coffee shop where I work and told me to give him a call. This is Amy. I was his waitress." She could hear gentle laughter coming from the other end. She felt immediately at ease and smiled a big smile, even though no one could see her. It felt good to smile.
"Hi Amy! This is Spike. It's nice to hear from you. although I actually didn't expect you to call me right away. You strike me as a very self sufficient girl, who doesn't need anyone to help her. How was the rest of your shift after we left?" Amy was walking home as they talked. She had already stopped at the store and picked up with she needed. Spike seemed a little irritated that she was walking alone. He offered to come get her and drive her the rest of the way home, but she was almost home, so she declined.
"So Amy. Tell me about yourself." Amy obliged and revealed a little bit about herself. She said that she was moving out of her parent's house at the end of the week and into her own place. It was a small modest house. Upon further discussion, she discovered that she and Spike were going to be neighbors. That gave Amy a small measure of comfort.
"So Amy, Would you like some help moving in this weekend? I would like to help you move in. I have a truck and I am off this weekend. It wouldn't be a problem." Amy Smiled. She was hoping to spend more time with Spike. Get to know him a little better. After all they were going to be neighbors starting that weekend.
"Sure Spike. That would be awesome. Thank you. I'm off Friday will that work for you? Because I have work Saturday, Sunday and Monday. Classes on Tuesday." Spike compared his schedule with hers and they agreed on Friday Morning at 10am. Spike agreed to meet her at the coffee shop and drive to her parents home.
"Amy. Can I ask you about the guy in the shop today? He seemed a little, volatile. Also we saw how he tipped the table and chairs when he left. Should I be concerned about this guy? I don't like to think of him bothering a friend of mine." They talked for a few minutes more and then Amy Had reached her steps leading to her parent's house.
"Well Spike. I am home. I should let you go for the night. I never asked if you were at work or off. I'm sorry. I really hope that I didn't keep you from something important. I also never got a chance to find out anything about you other than where you work. What exactly is it like working for the Strategic Response Unit?" Spike cut her off.
"Amy. There's plenty of time to get to know each other. I look forward to seeing you on Friday to help you with the moving in. I can introduce you to my parents afterwards if you like. I live with them for now. So technically, they are your neighbors as well. Also, please be careful when walking to and from work. You never know what kind of weirdoes are out there. Take care."