Thanks again for the reviews for my first Flashpoint Fan Fiction. I just made up the robot's model.

No offence to any religious group and no this is not based on any related incident or real world event.

SRU Headquarters

0910 local

"What?! Are you sure you can't just replace the parts here?"

"Buddy," the robot repairman slapped Spike on is back, ignoring the fact he is an SRU Constable. "Nothing is instant in mechanics and electronics. Your robot needs a good revamping."

"No, but, what…what the hell am I to do in the meantime?"

"You don't have a spare EOD robot?"

"I grew up with Babycakes here. We had a strong history. I never bothered with another robot," Spike was pleading now.

"Well just your lucky stars I have just the solution," the repair tech said and pressed a few buttons on a oval device clipped to his belt. A rattling sound emitted and then another robot rolled its way until it reached Spike's feet.

"Meet your replacement, B-228," the tech announced proudly. "She moves a bit slower than your older model but she has advanced ECM* electronics and able to sniff all forms of CBRN* devices, especially all forms of hazardous materials. She can give you a mini-synthetic aperture radar scan of would be IEDs or explosive devices or even immediate pictures of surroundings for around say five to nearly ten metres. A true improvement over yours I would say," he handed spike the device on belt along with another smaller device which was a tablet, though smaller than normal tablets. "These will help operate 228, and pretty easy to operate although the tablet has a 'help you' guide. Now if you sign here…" but Spike's eyes were still fixed on his beloved Babycakes.

"…If you sign here, I can get going and aim to get your robot back in about four weeks."

"Four weeks?!" Spike cried.

"Around four weeks," the tech corrected. "Now, I've another repair case at Homicide Squad to tend to. Please sign," he raised the clipboard again to Spike. The tech had to repeat "please sign" at least half a dozen times before Spike did so. As the tech carried Babycakes away, Spike ran after him after the tech until the door slammed shut in front of him. "Noo!" Spike cried again, almost like when Darth Vader heard about the death of his wife.

"Hey Spike, what's….oh hello," Sergeant Ed Lane said, nearly colliding with the new EOD robot. "So I see they gave you a new toy to play with. What's are you gonna…"

"Hey, Babycakes 2.0?" Jules said, emerging with Kira.

"Hey ladies, how was the firing range?"

"Kira's getting better, but I still managed to score higher," Jules answered.

"You did lose the bonus round," Kira defended herself. Then turning towards B-228, she remarked, "you can't just use the term '2.0'. Maybe Juniorcakes?"

"Or Tennycakes?" Ed suggested.

"Or Rookiecakes?" Jules suggested another name.

The rest of Team One debated over the new nickname so much that they failed to see Constable Scarlatti walk away, tears starting to form in his eyes. My great Babycakes, he thought, she's gone away for four weeks. And I'm stuck with some new shiny object as if that's what I should work. It's like giving a rockstar a new guitar instead of his old trusted one. Or a dentist a new sickle probe when his old one is only just worn out. Or a…

"Spike? Honey?" Winnie called. "Listen, I'm so sorry I touched Babycakes yesterday. I had no right to; you told me to watch over her, not touch her. Listen Spike, I can feel your anguish over losing Babycakes for a while. Honey, I'll take responsibility for what I did. But Spike, come on, it'll be over before you know it. Spike, I've seen you strong…" Winnie's speech was cut off a buzzing.

"Camden," she answered. "Yeah, where? Exactly where?" She hit the familiar alarm bell which rang throughout SRU headquarters. "Team One, Hot Call, gear up. Hostage taking at 168 Dundas Street West. Explosions, strong indications of terrorism."

"Dundas? Isn't that the Muslim Association?" Jules queried.

"According to the map yes," Winnie answered.

"Let's roll people," Ed said then looked for Spike. "Spike come on. Explosions, you're needed for sure. Any bring the new Babyc…I mean bring the new robot along."

To be continued.

NB: Nothing wrong here. I do not write fluffy love stories.