***Thank you for all the comments I have received. This is a fun story to write, but it's kind of jumping around, so it's taking me awhile to form it and direct it where it needs to be so it's not so disjointed. Let me know if I miss capturing anyone's voice. That's always the hardest part for me is making the characters fit into the story the way they should not the way I want them.***

I forgot this before: I own nothing but Madison. Flashpoint and their characters belong to others much more creative than myself. Trust me, if I owned Spike... :-)

Spike put his stuff in his locker and closed it. "Spike! How's your dad," Raf asked.
"He's in the hospital," Spike said as they went to the briefing room.
"Is he going to be OK," Raf asked.
Spike sat down and everyone looked at him. "When I got to the hospital the doctor had already ordered some tests. Dad has cancer, but the oncologist is going to discuss treatment with mom and dad," Spike said.
Ed and Greg looked at Spike. "What else happened," Greg asked.
Everyone looked at Spike. "What," he asked.
"Something else happened, Spike. What is it," Ed asked.
Sighing and letting the grin he'd been trying to hold back cross his face. A grin that, despite his father's illness and prognosis, he couldn't help. "Dad's doctor in the ER. We ran into each other at a coffee shop and had coffee together," he said.
"Your dad's ER doctor? Wow, Spike! A coffee date with a doctor. I'm impressed, buddy," Ed said.
"Details," Jules asked.
" We had coffee and we talked. That's all the details," Spike said.
"A name would be a start," Greg said.
"Madison McKenna," Spike said.
"Madison? We can't wait to meet her, Spike," Sam said.
"Well, I don't think I'm there just yet," he said, smiling.
"OK, everyone. We're happy you have a love life, Spike, but we have a job to do today so let's get to it," Greg said.
He proceeded to brief the team on the duties they were to perform that day.

Madison entered the trauma center and went to the locker room. The day was so pretty, she decided to do her morning jog as her commute to work. She'd stopped off at the coffee kiosk and picked up an espresso.
She found a note and rose taped to her locker. She couldn't imagine who it was from, although, if she were honest with herself, she was hoping it was from Spike.
She opened the note. 'I love to see you smile. Your secret admirer.'
She put the note in her locker and found a small vase in the lounge for the rose.
She headed into the locker room showers and showered. She changed into her blue work scrubs and took the flower out to the desk.
"Maddie, where did you get that," Tina asked.
"It, along with a note, was taped to my locker," she said.
"Who is it from," Tina asked.
"It said secret admirer. Did you see anyone go back there," Madison asked her friend.
"No. I had to go and help coronary care with their code first thing this morning," Tina said.
"So big plans last night, Maddie," Tina asked.
"Not really. Just had coffee after my shift," she said.
"With Byron? I thought you were finished with him," Tina said.
"Not with him. I am finished with him. I had coffee with a guy I met yesterday. Mike," she said.
"Mike? When did you meet...? Oh, that guy's son from yesterday," Tina asked.
"Yeah. I know it's weird but I felt like I had to learn more about him," she said.
As Madison draped her stethoscope around her neck, Tina leaned on the counter. "So, what did you learn," she asked.
"He's a cop," Madison said.
Tina started laughing. "I wish that worked for me," she said.
Madison laughed and smiled at her friend. "It was nice. There was no pretense, no shop talk. It was just two people just hanging out," she said.
"Could that note and rose be from Spike," Tina asked.
"I don't know. Maybe. We left the coffee shop last night but I didn't give him my number. I think someone would have mentioned seeing someone in SWAT gear hanging around. He was supposed to work at 9 this morning," Madison said.
"Maybe you have another admirer," Tina said.
Madison laughed. "Another admirer? I don't even have one,"
"What about Mike," Tina questioned, laughing.

"I don't even know if Mike is an admirer," Madison said.
"You certainly are," she said.
Madison looked at her friend. "He does look good in those pants," she said, heading to see her patient.

She was sitting down after seeing her tenth patient of the morning when she heard the conversation on the police scanner.
"Suspicious package. Downtown," the scanner said.

Madison didn't know who would get sent out on the call, but, since Spike was working and had revealed he was an EOD specialist, Madison feared he'd be called. She said a quick prayer for everyone involved and went back to work.

"Team One, hot call," Winnie's voice sounded as the alarm went off in the barn.

"What are the details, Winnie," Greg asked the dispatcher.

"Security guard found a suspicious package in the outdoor courtyard. He evacuated the building while he called 911. He said it was a large box with wires coming out of it," Winnie said.
"Copy that, Winnie. OK, Team, you know what to do," Greg said.
"Evacuate the civilians and do a sweep of the building," Ed said.
"I'll get eyes on the package," Spike said as he drove the SUV containing his bomb robot, Babycakes.

The team arrived in minutes at the mall. Everyone began clearing the area and Greg talked to the security guard.
"I'm Lester Davis. I called 911," he said.
"Alright, Lester, I'm Sargeant Greg Parker with the Strategic Response Unit. Can you tell me what you saw," he asked Lester.
"I was making my rounds because some of the kids like to make out in the botanical gardens. I try to go through there every hour and make sure no one it where they shouldn't be. I had been there about an hour before and the box wasn't there," Lester said.
"So you were gone for an hour and this box showed up. Have you looked at security tapes," he asked.
"Yeah, but they managed to cover the one by the freight elevators. That must have been how they got this up here without arousing suspicions," Lester said.
"Ed, did you guys get that," Greg asked.
"Copy that, boss. We're clearing the building right now," Ed said.

"Spike you got anything on that package," Greg asked the young bomb expert.

Spike was talking to himself and Greg wasn't sure if it was good mumbling or bad.

"Boss, this guy is a total moron. He doesn't know how to build a bomb the right way," Spike said.
"Talk to me, Spike," Greg said over his headset.
"It won't work. It's looks scary and it's ticking, but there's no detonator, no fuse," Spike said.
"So what, no kaboom," Ed said.
"Technically speaking, yeah, no kaboom. It's made to look scary. But why was it made in the first place. There's nothing in this building that's worth stealing or at least go to this much trouble to take. Maybe it's a distraction, a misdirect," Spike said. He put his tools back in his pocket. He looked up and saw something in the reflection of the canister. He rolled out of the way, just a bullet zinged by his head, catching him in the arm.
"Damn," he said as he took cover behind a pillar.
The sound of gunfire echoed throughout the courtyard and Greg immediately shouted to Spike. "SPIKE! Talk to me," Greg said.
"I'm good," Spike said.
"Spike," Sam asked.
"Just a graze," Spike said, picking up his gun and searching for the target.
"Suspect spotted," Jules said.
"POLICE! PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON. PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON OR I WILL SHOOT YOU," Jules yelled.
Sam came up behind Jules and covered her. Ed and Spike came up from behind.
The suspect dropped his weapon and Spike rushed forward to cuff the suspect.
"You shot me. You freaking shot me," Spike said as he rolled the suspect over. The twisting of his arm was causing more pain and the wound started bleeding heavily.
"Spike, you need to get to the hospital," Ed said.
Patrol officers came in and took the suspect into custody.

Greg asked the man one question. "Why did you shoot at my teammate," he asked.
"I got paid big bucks to fire some shots. That's all I'm telling you," the shooter said.
"What'd he say, boss," Spike asked.
"Just that he was hired, but that was all. You need to get to the hospital," Greg said.

Greg motioned for EMS to come over and Spike sat on the curb while they checked his arm. "Constable Scarlatti, you're going to need stitches," the paramedic told him.

"I'm not riding in the ambulance. I'm going to visit my dad. He's at Sunnybrook. I'll get stitches there," he said.

The paramedic nodded. Greg helped Spike up and ushered him toward the SUV. "Sam, Jules, take Spike to the hospital for stitches. You can debrief when you're done. That's an order," Greg said.
Spike got into the passenger seat and headed to the hospital.

The man pounded his fist against the wall. His hired gun had not managed to get the SRU cop. Sure he'd grazed him, but nothing short of an actual kill shot would take this guy down. He wanted the cop out of Madison's life and he was beginning to wonder if he should do it himself.

"I might have to up the ante just a bit," he said to the empty room.

"Want us to wait," Jules asked.
Spike shook his head. "Ma is probably here. I'll get a ride with her or I'll call when I'm finished. I don't know how long this will take," Spike said.
"You sure," Jules asked.
"Yeah. I'll head up and see dad before I leave. Thanks for the ride," Spike said.
Satisfied with his answer, Jules and Sam headed out of the parking lot.

Spike entered the ER and headed to the nurses station. Hopefully he could get those stitches quickly. He hated hospitals. However, he was hoping Madison would be on duty. If he had to get stitches, he could hope she'd be there to keep him company.

He spotted Madison before she saw him. She was pushing her hair behind her ear and he smiled.

Madison, who was speaking with Tina, didn't notice anyone coming up behind her. She saw Tina's eyes widen and she followed her finger and turned around.
She saw a man dressed in swat gear coming down the hall. She jumped up when she realized it was Spike.
"SPIKE," she asked, alarmed.
"Everything, OK," she asked, taking visual inventory.
"Just a little scratch. Think you could fix me up," he asked.
"Sure. Have a seat in there," she said, pointing to a vacant room across from the desk..

Spike followed her and sat on the bed.

Madison put on gloves and tried to pull the clothing away from the wound. Realizing she would need better visualization of the wound, she said, "Take off your shirt."
"Geez, Doc, I didn't know all it took was coffee to get this far," he said, smiling at her.
Realizing what she said, Madison blushed. "I need to see the wound better. For that to happen, you need to take off your shirt," she said.
Spike unbuttoned his uniform and carefully pulled the sleeves off his arms.

Madison was staring at him. He was definitely fit. . Madison shook her head and went back to the wound on his arm.
"That's going to need stitches. I'm going to clean it out first," she said.

"I'm lucky you're working today," Spike said.
"Really? And why is that," Madison asked before sticking her head out the door of the room. "Tina suture kit and some vicryl sutures. The constable here needs some sewing," Madison said.
"Coming Dr. McKenna," Tina said.

"Because I wanted to see you again," he said.
"Well, you didn't need to hurt yourself to see me," she said.
"I'll remember that next time," he said.

Madison smiled. "You didn't by any chance leave a note and a rose on my locker," she asked as she grabbed the gloves from the cabinet.

"Note? Rose? You trying to make me jealous, Madison," he asked.

Before Spike could ask anymore questions, Tina entered the room with Madison's supplies.
"Here's your stuff, Dr. McKenna. I've got to go help Dr. Hilliard," Tina said.
"I got it from here Tina," she said.
Madison cleaned the wound , numbed it and then stitched it closed.
Spike watched everything she did. Occasionally, Madison would cast her eyes to the side and catch him staring. He'd smile at her and she'd smile back and he swore she was blushing. He loved the way her eyes crinkled like she was trying to visualize the next stitch she was going to make. It was so cute.

She thought he had the softest brown eyes of anyone she'd ever seen. His dimples added to the boyish charm and Madison found herself wanting to run her fingers through his hair and kissing those dimples...and other parts as well.

Feeling the temperature rise about 30 degrees, Madison realized she needed to breathe.

Spike watched her face as she concentrated on the task at hand.
She was a beautiful woman. Her emerald green eyes seemed to sparkle and one stray curl from her ash blonde hair fell across her forehead. Her lips were a full and pink and he found himself thinking about kissing her.
Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she returned to her task at hand.
Spike smiled.
"OK. I'll just wrap this up and we'll let you get out of here," she said.
She wrapped his upper am in white gauze and taped it closed. "Sutures out in 7 days. Don't get it wet for the first 48 hours and keep this bandage on the wound. You can change it after 48 hours and clean it, gently.. I'm going to give you some antibiotics and pain medicine. And, I know you don't want to hear this, but no work for 2 days," she said.
"2 days. Well, I'm off tomorrow, so I'm only missing one shift. What am I going to do," he asked as Madison handed him his prescriptions.
"I'm sure you'll think of something, Constable Scarlatti," she said, smiling at him.

"You want to tell me about this note," he asked.
"I'm sure it's nothing. It was just a note," she said.
"Is this the first one you've ever received," Spike asked.

"Spike, it's harmless," she said.
"What did it say,"Spike asked.

"'I love your to see your smile.' It was attached to my locker in the locker room," she said.
Heightened alarm went through Spike. Something about it sounded off.

"I'm sure it's nothing. It's probably just a harmless prank or some adolescent crush. There are a lot of teen volunteers here at the hospital," Madison said.
"Dr. McKenna to triage. Dr. McKenna to triage," the overhead pager said.

"That's me. I gotta go. Say Hi to your dad for me," Madison said as she headed to triage.

Spike smiled and thought about waiting around and getting her number.

He glanced down at his prescriptions and found three pieces of paper.

There was one for an antibiotic and another for a mild painkiller. But it was the third one that got him to smiled even brighter. Thinking Madison had meant to only give him two, he read the third one.
"For Michelangelo Scarlatti, call the following, if you want: 555-7844. Refill as often as needed. Signed, Madison R. McKenna, MD.

Spike laughed and headed upstairs to see his father. 'Now what do you think of that, Lou,' Spike said to himself as he boarded the elevator.