Hi guys, sorry long time. There will be an update on unexpected tomorrow morning . But I had this idea in mind and had to write it first. I am not completely happy about it, but I still hope you guys like it and can help me with it. XXX

(Ps. I don't own Flashpoint. And not Beta'd. Sorry)

Wordy walked out of the group bedroom. It was a bit weird being here but it was also kinda.. well… fun. The team and team 3 were at the moment stationed at a little house. SRU top heads believed it was the perfect way to improve teamwork and the team dynamics. Not like his team needed it, so did Wordy believe. But still, who would say no to a week in a lovely little house, with friends for free.
The only thing Wordy truly he missed was his family. He loved his girls, and not seeing them for a week brought him pain. Even not seeing them for a long shift made him a little sad. Wordy could not understand how it must be for soldiers. Not seeing their family for such a long time. In Wordy's mind those men definitely earned his respect.

The little house, where the team was staying, was cute. A large living room, an open kitchen, thankfully two bathrooms and two big bedrooms with several beds. Keeping the man and the woman separate. Sleeping in a room with all the other guys of his team seemed like fun, but not everyone was so excited about it. The moment the teams had entered to house and saw the bedrooms the mood had immediately went down. Well some grumbled or simply refused, Spike was one of the few shrieking with happiness.
'Come on guys, it's like an awesome sleepover.' Spike had told the others.
Ed had grumbled an replied: 'I am happy as long as no one snores and everyone sleeps when they are told to.' While looking at Spike.
The boss had laughed before saying. 'I wish for no snoring as well, but then I think you need to sleep on the couch Eddie.' It had let to another big argument and even more grumbles. It was starting off great.

Wordy didn't really mind sharing his bedroom. He didn't like it, but it was only for a week or so. He had noticed however that Sam had been quiet and had already chosen an bed near the wall.
'You don't seem to mind sleeping in this room, Sam?' he had spoken out loud, making the others stop there argument and choose a bed as well. Hopefully noticing how ridiculous there were acting
'Why should I?' Sam had replied.
Wordy had shrugged. 'Why shouldn't you?'
Sam had laughed softly. 'I have slept in a room with other guys for years. I won't mind a week.'
Wordy had been an bit embarrassed. Of course Sam had done this before. For several years even. During the tie he was in Afghanistan.
Sam had been with the team for several months. He had changed his rookie moves and they had accepted him eventually, but in Wordy's opinion you could still see the soldier inside him. Just in the way he did certain things. The way he thought at some moments. You could almost see the Soldier fibes floating around him. Wordy didn't mind. It was logical, Sam had been an soldier for a long time and it wasn't easy to lose a way of living. Wordy honestly believed Sam would never become completely like him, or Ed, or the boss.

At this moment Wordy was finally done unpacking his stuff. The rest of the team had finished before him, but while they started unpacking, he had excused himself to call Shelly and the Girls in the hallway. Sam had left quickly after him, having unpacked real quickly. That's what you get when you have spent most of your life moving around and packing and unpacking. By the time he was finished saying 'I love you' to all the girls back at home, the team was finished and had left to room for lunch. Wordy had unpacked slowly. Taking his time.

This day and night they wouldn't do anything special. Most likely they would order take out, and talk and sleep after the long trip. Tomorrow was different though. Tomorrow they would take a group hike and play a ''friendly'' game of paintball against team three. But for now, the peace was kept and when Wordy walked downstairs he saw the group spread around the room. Team three was not around and Wordy supposed they had gone outside, having a walk. Wordy had heard team three's team leader talk about doing so during the trip. Team one however was still inside. That had worked yesterday, and they certainly didn't need a training right now. Just a bit of a rest.
Ed and Wordy were sitting in front of the TV, watching a softball game and talking about what to order for dinner. Spike was playing a board game, at the dining table with Lew and Jules, Wordy was sure Spike had forced them to play. Sam however was lying on one of the couches, reading a book. The couch was extremely long so Wordy could easily sit without forcing Sam to sit as well. He looked at his young teammate. Sam was reading with focus. His face was calm and still, as only his eyes were moving and scanning the pages. His brows were slightly frowned, but not in an angry way, simply in concentration. Sam was biting his lip softly, a tic Wordy was sure, Sam didn't even notice. Sam's eyes shot up to his friend next to him staring at him.
Wordy had expected it. Sam always noticed when you looked at him. Always noticed when you were close by him or when you moved. Another Soldier fibe Wordy believed. But the moment Sam noticed Wordy wasn't planning on doing anything Sam's eyes returned to the pages.
Wordy scanned over Sam again, his eyes finding the book, hold tightly in Sam's hands. The book made Wordy confused, his eyebrows went up high when he noticed he had no idea what the book was about, nor what it was called. The title on the FrontPage was written in a language he didn't know. It seemed .. well Russian? Maybe. Wordy had no idea. Did Sam speak Russian? Or was just the title in Russian? Wasn't Sam in Afghanistan? Not Russia.

Sam looked up at Wordy again, noticing his frown and 'thinking-face' Wordy didn't knew he had. Sam couldn't explain, but when Wordy really thought about something his face changed slightly. A little scared, a little excited, a little lost and a little certain and self-consciousness at the same time.
'You want to ask me something, wordy?' he asked.
Wordy shook out of his thinking state by Sam's words. 'Ow… ehm.. i.' Wordy didn't knew what to say which made Sam laugh. He sat up a little higher and looked up to his friend expectedly.
'I just..' wordy started. 'Is that book Russian?' He questioned. The word Russian made several members in the room look at them, Ed even walked towards them slowly, clearly interested in what they were talking about.
'Yes.' Sam answered before looking at the book again.
'How..' Wordy started, but stopped once again. 'How what?' Sam asked.
'How do you read it. I mean do you no Russian?'
'Yes' Sam spoke. In the meantime Ed had placed himself on the seat next to the couch. He was clearly listening, and scanned the book as well as his teammate.
'How did you learn Russian?' Ed wondered out loud.
'Why would you want to know?' Sam answered immediately deflecting the question. Damn, Sam was good in 'not-answering.' Ed thought.
'It's just a question, if it's a secret…' Ed spoke before trailing off.
Sam sighed and looked away from his book. 'It's not a secret, I'm just wondering why you want to know?'
Greg had moved over, by this time and Wordy could see Jules, Spike and Lew clean up there came and coming over to them, maybe this was what the top of the SRU had meant by teambonding.
'Were interested.' The boss spoke. Sam looked at him, at all of them. He seemed a bit confused and shocked, but Wordy wasn't sure if it was because of the answer, or the fact that they had pretty much surrounded him and were all giving him their attention.
'I had part of the training in Russia.' Sam answered carefully after a moment. 'We went outside the base a few times, to speak to the villagers. Kinda learned the language.' Sam laughed a bit. 'I've always been good with languages so.. I learned quickly.'
'That's pretty awesome. That you speak Russian. What's the book about.' Spike asked with a big smile.
'Dead.' Sam answered. The entire team looked at him strangely. 'Dead?' Ed questioned.
Sam smiled again. 'Yes Death. A man who dies, lives in the shadows and tries to go back to his girl. But he can't because he's clearly dead. So he is dealing with being dead and seeing everyone around him move on.' Wordy nodded and looked in front of him. Hidden in thought. He hadn't knew Sam knew Russian, even though they had been in the same team for quite a while. Honestly he hardly knew anything about his teammate. Which was strange. Normally Wordy knew at least something about his friends and teammates. He mostly knew their hobby's, or something about their family, sometimes even fears and dreams. But Sam? Nothing. He been to war, and apparently he knew Russian. That was pretty much it. Wordy honestly didn't even knew his age, nor his Birthday date.
Apparently the Boss was thinking the same thing as he spoke: 'Do you speak more languages? Than English and Russian?' Sam looked at him with an unspoken question on his face, clearly wondering why his boss was so interested in him all of a sudden. Greg continued. 'We hardly know anything about you, tell something about yourself.' The rest of the team nodded.
'Ehm..' Sam stuttered. 'Why? Like what?' he questioned.
'Because we would like to know more about you, duh!' Spike spoke and the team laughed.
Sam seemed to think for a moment before he once again asked his question. 'Like what? What do you want to know?' Sam sat up straight and laid the book on the table.
'Ow I don't know.' Jules said 'things like…'

Sov I hope you liked it. The deal with this story is that I would like to write it with all of you. You guys can give me ideas and I will write about it. So what do you want the team to find out about their newly (and hot!) teammate? Family? Something about Afghanistan? Hobbies? Or maybe something weird?

Give me ideas and I might put them in the story. Please review!

Loves, Nadya