A/N: As many of you know, I could not find out how to put an author's note, but I figured out, cheers for me! And special cheers to those who read reviewed, followed or favorite. It's an absolute honor to look in my story manager and find out that in one hour, 117 people have read it…that's just an honor! Thanks to those who reviewed, I will try to respond to y'all soon!

Flashpoint…though I beg and plead for it, they aren't budging so it's not mine, its CTV's!

On to the story!

_Flashpoint!_Flashpoint!_

"Sam! We got to go! Your hairs going to be in a hat all day, so why bother doing it! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" Jules yelled, pounding on her bathroom door. She had gotten up early in excitement.

They had been planning this trip for months now, but every time they were about to go, someone they knew just had to be in the middle of some sort of dangerous situation, or one of them had to visit an ailing family member. Jules heard scuffling in the bathroom as Sam did some sort of crazy something in there. What she didn't expect was for him to walk out in a towel.

"Sam! I told you to get ready! Not dress up in a towel!" Jules said, turning away towards the bed, and grabbing his jeans, shirt, and jacket, along with his underwear from out of his duffle bag and then closing her eyes and giving the clothes to Sam as she turned around. When she heard the door close again, she smiled.

"Sam?" Jules said, knocking on the door again. She heard him audibly sigh, and against her better judgment, she giggled.

"Whoa, did you just giggle?" Sam asked, peeking his head out the door to stare at her.

"Get dressed lover boy." Jules said laughing at the bewilderment on his face.

"My sexy sniper chick did giggle? Holy shit!" Sam yelled, closing the door again. A few moments later, Sam stepped out, almost fully clothed, except for the sweater he had yet to put on. He walked around Jules to get to the bed, and get his duffle bag, and then raced out of the bedroom.

"Is that French toast I smell?" Sam yelled over his shoulder, as he headed towards her kitchen.

"Sam, quiet down, I have neighbors who actually like to sleep." Jules whispered, nodding her head smiling, Sam was just like a kid, when he was happy. When he was serious tough, he was determined, totally different then what she was dealing with right now.

"Well, I love to sleep too, but does that matter?" Sam said as she walked into the kitchen. He was leaning up against the counter, eating with one hand and putting his sneakers on with the other.

"Do you want to go skiing or not?" Jules replied, cocking an eyebrow and walking over to the sink, to do the few dishes sitting in the sink real quick.

"Well, I'm aren't I?" Sam muffled, scraping the rest of the food into his mouth. "On a completely different note, thanks for letting me stay over last night, and letting me ride with you." Sam continued, completely serious.

"That's what friends are for." Jules said, patting him on the back and grabbing the plate and fork from his hand, and watching his expression turn to a confused expression.

"I know that expression, what's just happened?" Jules asked, shoving the dishes in the dishwasher, and grabbing the pellet to start it.

"Nothing, give me the keys and I will start hauling everything out to the Jeep." Sam said, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge.

"Did that already, well you were in the bathroom." Jules said smirking.

"Well, give me the keys; I'm driving well you catch some sleep." Sam said, smiling yet again, but his eyes looked distracted again.

"Whatever lover boy, but remember, I have blankets in the back for us to wrap the seats in so we'll stay warm." Jules reminded, throwing her keys from her pockets and throwing them at Sam. Sam may have been distracted, but his reflexes weren't as he caught the keys sailing towards his head. He swirled around and hurried out the door, duffle bag in his hand and sweater thrown over his shoulder.

"Thanks my sexy sniper chick!" Sam called over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

Jules nodded her head again as she walked through her small one story house and checking every light and faucet, making sure everything was turned off. When Jules heard the horn beeping, she looked at her watch and laughed.

"Its 0500 and he's already wide awake." Jules chuckled, amused.

"Come on! Let's go!" Sam yelled out the Jeep window, which was already on the street in front of her house, the only thing that was missing was the passenger, as Jules walked outside, locking the door.

"You know where the bank is, right?" Jules asked Sam, jumping in and shaking herself, trying to rid herself of the cold.

Sam groaned at the statement, and she looked over at her driver. His hair was golden at this angle in the sun, and his blue eyes were staring at her slightly disappointed.

"What is that look for?" Jules asked, buckling herself in, but not once leaving his gaze. She felt a slight urge to reach forward and to caress his cheek. She felt herself lean forward and stopped herself.

"Why today?" Sam, asked, feeling the sudden tension in the air, pulling away, ad staring straight ahead into the street.

"Well, I need gas money, if that means anything," Jules joked, "and I want to buy a new pair of skis, so I need to get money out of the bank." Jules continued, leaning back in her seat, and pulling her jacket sleeves up over her hands to cover them from the cold.

"Yea, because that makes so much sense." Sam said, rolling his eyes. "Which bank?"

"I think I need to head to the one downtown…" Jules said, as Sam, shifted into gear and they headed off down the road.

"You honestly don't know which bank to go to?" Sam asked, ready to throw his head back and start laughing. He would to, but it endangered too many people.

"I didn't say that, I just said I think that's the one. So it might be the one." Jules said, lightly smacking Sam, who had a smirk on his face.

"No, you were just implying it…" Sam said trailing off, smiling a golden smile, lighting up Jules day, all day, every day.

"Sam, you're a jerk sometimes." Jules chided, laughing.

"I love you Jules." Sam blurted out, causing the tension, which had disappeared, to reappear with its ugly roaring head.

"Yea, I know, and I agree." Jules said, letting her feelings show.

"Well, you're kind of self centered." Sam, said, smiling again.

"I love you Sam."

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