Okay I admit. It's not weekend anymore. But Monday was my day off. So I count it.
Here is the next chapter. I try to use all the ideas, some will be in this one, some in the next.

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Enjoy this piece. I don't own flashpoint ): and I try to check my spelling, but I am not perfect unfortunately. Hopefully enjoy! Loves, Nadya

'Can you tell us something about Afghanistan?'

Sam became quiet the moment Wordy lauded his question. Afghanistan. No, Sam wasn't going to talk about that one. Sam already thought it was weird and uncomfortable to talk about his hobbies or anything, but there were some big things he didn't talk about. One, his time in the army, and two, his relationship with his family. He never talked about those. Firstly because he wasn't supposed to, nor in some cases allowed and secondly because he didn't want to. To many memories to haunt and hurt him if he thought back of those days. No thank you, he was fine without those memories.

It was a moment after when Sam noticed the entire team was looking at him. or rather said staring. Deeply concern could be seen in there features. Apparently Sam hadn't responded for quite a while. Damn. It didn't happen very often anymore. That he was a millions miles away.

'Sorry' Sam pretty much cough out. A small smile appeared on the faces of his teammates.
Once again Wordy started talking. 'Well?' he asked softly. 'Can you tell us about your time as a soldier?'

Before Sam even noticed he had already answered. 'No.'

'No?' Wordy responded.

'No.'

Sam wasn't sure what to make out of the faces of his teammates anymore. He hadn't been with this team very long and honestly everyone knew he wasn't the best negotiate nor expression reader. So Sam simply decided to wait until they answered.

'Why not?' Ed was the first to respond again.

'Because I say no, because I can't, because I don't want to.' Sam spoke a bit annoyed. He wanted to grab his book again, but he had a feeling they wouldn't let him.

'But not everything you did is classified right?' spike wondered out loud. 'You can tell us little things, like how it looks like? Or the friends over there? Or.. I don't know. Lots of things I am sure. Maybe your code-name? or.. or.. or you're antics over there. You must have been an badass.'

The team smiled softly at Spikes happiness and question. But Sam didn't. he looked them in the eye and said: 'I said no. so no.'

It clearly didn't only spook Spike off, but the entire team. Wordy looked around. Firstly at his blonde young teammate and then at the rest of his teammates. When wordy's eyes met the eyes of his best friend he noticed a little bit of anger. Ed was enigma. What you saw wasn't always what he was thinking or planning. Ed wasn't really good in showing his emotions. A sign of weakness maybe? Wordy didn't know. But some people simply can't open up about their feelings as easily as others. Sam had the same thing, wordy believed. Even though Wordy noticed anger on Ed at this moment, he was sure his friend wasn't angry at Sam. People can say no to any question they wanted, and Wordy knew Ed respected that. Ed was showing anger, while hiding concern.
It wasn't the fact that Sam didn't answer that worried Ed, it was the question that Sam didn't answer to. Wordy could understand this. The fact that Sam didn't wanted to talk about his past (job), was something to think about. Why wouldn't Sam want to? Was there some unfinished business? And could this effect Sam's life or work.. or maybe even sanity. PTSD wasn't something to laugh about. A policeman or a soldier, or to be honest an person with PTSD was a disaster waiting to happen. Wordy hoped Sam there would be no sign of it on Sam. He didn't think so to be honest. Shouldn't they have noticed sooner. Sam hadn't been with them long, but probably long enough for that right?

While Wordy was thinking the boss had answered to Sam. 'Alright, that's your choice. We can talk about something else alright?'
The question was meant for the entire team, which nodded. Greg waited for Sam's nod, which took a little longer.

'Why don't we talk about you guys?' Sam questioned. Greg approved quickly, hoping to take their minds of the war-question. 'Yeah, that's a good idea. You don't know much about us either. So ask away.'

Sam though about that for a moment before saying. 'What are your hobbies, fears and such?' Sam looked at the boss first, so he decided to be the first to answer.

'I like reading and those old TV-shows.'
'games, almost all of them.' Spike replied next.
'Decorating, working in the garden the house and such.' Jules gave.
'swimming. I like swimming an skiing.' Lew told Sam.
'ehm guns as well, sports?' definitely Ed.

Wordy smiled at Sam. 'Family and friends. absolutely.' Sam didn't really reply but Wordy was one hundred percent sure he saw a little faint smile coming up in the ends of his lips.
'Fears?' Sam asked next.

This made the Boss laugh and Sam wonder what about. 'I know Ed's fear.' The boss added trough the laughing. Sam saw Ed wanted to reply but he didn't have a chance when the rest of his team spoke at the exact same time. 'Cats!' Sam laughed. 'seriously?' he asked.

'I am not afraid of cats!' Ed spoke. 'I just generally don't like them. Nothing wrong with that.' The team simply laughed again. Sam didn't knew the story, but he also had a feeling that making Ed spill the beans wouldn't happen. Maybe he could force Spike to tell sometime soon. 'And you guys?' Sam asked after a moment.

'Flying.' The Boss told him. 'Nothing more scary than being in the air. Always think I am going down.'
'ehm.. I don't really know.' Spike told Sam. 'Maybe my mom, when she gets mad. Or maybe losing people or something. Ow and scary movies of course..'

'You don't like scary movies?' Sam asked. 'how can you be afraid of those?'
Spike laughed. 'Their scary! The name says it all. My motto my man.' Sam laughed and looked towards Lew. Lew responded quickly. 'snakes. Hate them. With all my heart. once had one around my neck, unwanted. Trauma, never went down.' Sam looked towards Jules. 'Ahh… Spiders. But don't laugh at me. I know Lew doesn't like them either.' Sam chuckled and followed Jules gaze towards their friend. Lew held his hands up high. 'They are awful creatures.' He spoke in defence.
Sam turned towards Wordy. The last one to answer.

'Hard question. Losing the people I love. Shelly when he forget our anniversary. Puberty and teenage boys.' This made them all laugh and Wordy and Ed high fived. Sam could kind of understand. He knew how teenage boys were. Well, how some were. He had been one of those. Sleeping with girls here and there. Breaking hearts. The whole thing. He had to admit he regretted some of it, but it wasn't like he could change anything about it now. Sam had seen Wordy's daughters. Even though they were still young, Sam could see they would be beautiful young ladies someday, and Wordy might had to build a fence or wall to keep those naughty boys out.

'What do you fear?' Jules questioned.
Sam had to think about that one. Not because he didn't know, but because he wasn't sure he wanted to tell them. At least not all of it.

'I don't like water. I am not such a great swimmer so don't make me swim on the job, it would NOT make me happy.' Sam spoke harshly directed towards his team leader. Ed answered with a grin and a 'Duly noted.' Sam nodded approvingly and continued. 'Losing people as well I guess. And thunderstorms.' Sam gave after a moment.

'Thunderstorms?' Spike replied. 'Why? Isn't that like a child fear?'
Sam looked away. Maybe he shouldn't have brought it up. Clearly they didn't understand. Stupid. Childish. Yeah maybe. But he couldn't help it. Not after being in war. Not after hearing bombs and hurt and all of it. It sounded so familiar. Like he was still there. But apparently they didn't care. He should have trusted his feelings and keep his mouth shut. So stupid.

What Sam didn't notice was the harsh and angry look Ed gave Spike the moment Sam looked away. And Ed wasn't the only one. Wordy, Jules and the Boss give Spike a pointed look before returning to their blonde teammate. Thinking of what to say. Only Lew felt confused as well. Not understanding why it was such a stupid thing to say.

'And spiders aren't?' the Boss gave after a moment. Sam nodded a bit, but didn't respond. So the boss decided to go straight to the point. 'Spike doesn't mean it bad, Sam. He just doesn't understand.' Sam had an idea to say clearly, but decided not to, because of the look Spike gave him. confused. A bit hurt.

'Did I say something mean? I know spiders and snakes and you mother are also childish fears. But I just don't really understand why one should fear a storm. Just lighting an booms. And you must have heard plenty of Booms while being in Afghanistan….' Spike suddenly stopped speaking and Sam smiled a little. Spikes face became white and a soft 'Oh' left his mouth.

'Yeah. It reminds me of bombs and explosions and IED's. Not nice memories. And thunder.. it sounds so much alike. These harsh slams, so unexpected.' Sam explained. 'But I get that you didn't know. How could you right?' Spike nodded. Still feeling a little bit like a mean bastard for saying Sam's fear was childish, but he knew Sam wasn't angry or anything. Spike simply believed he should have known better.

The rest was happy there were no hard feelings and it was nice to hear Sam tell something about his wartime. In lack of better words. It wasn't good to keep it all inside. Wordy wanted to say something. Ask another question. But right at that moment team three wandered inside. Holding pizza and beer. There was no more thinking about talking, no more questions. They couldn't do that with the other team watching them. Some things needed to stay within the team. Wordy wasn't happy. It was going so well, but it stopped. He really wanted Sam to open up more. To be a part of the team and feel like people understood him. and Wordy simply wanted to know more. Something was telling him he needed to know more. Like there was something fishy going on, and maybe he would be able to help Sam with it.

After pizza, laughing and a movie they all decided to go to bed early. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. They were looking forward towards the paintball, but they didn't knew what else the day had planned.

That night Sam had a nightmare. A terrible one. Thank god, he didn't scream or make a sound, for he might have awoken his teammates. When Sam came out of it everything was hurting. Sam couldn't remember what happened clearly. Just some image's bombs, dying friends. Things like that. The talking this evening must have brought up some memories. Sam went downstairs for a bottle of water. He drank, used to toilet and splashed some water in his face. Hoping to calm his body, and especially his nerves. When Sam was in bed again he closed his eyes. Praying he would not end up in another nightmare this night, or any other to follow. Hopefully the paintball game was going good tomorrow. Sam was obviously planning on kicking some ass in the game. He did need to make sure he was wearing a long sleeve shirt. He should forget. There were lots of thing he wanted or wished to share and tell his teammates. But some things were private. Wouldn't want them to get into those things. It wouldn't make a difference anyway.

That's it. Hope you guys enjoyed! Please review and give me ideas. Next chapter will be paintball and as you might aspect the team will find out more.

Question: Sam's childhood. Ideas? Memories? Sad or happy? Please tell me your ideas.

Loves Nadya.