FF_5/18/2009
Disclaimer: I don't own Flashpoint.
Sam put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes with a contented sigh. Today had been a good day. First, patrolling with Jules. That'd been fun. Sam's lips twitched when he thought about how they had a 'connection'.
And then, they got Rebecca out of there alive. Sam was glad the others had done the takedown. When he realized what was actually going on – Sam frowned and clenched his fists for a moment. He was glad no one had seen his reactions.
Ed's words aside, Sam knew he'd been metaphorically 'thrown in' because he was the rookie. He was glad, now, that his mother made him learn to swim. Not that he was any good at it.
Sam's smile returned when he thought about Jules' offer of coffee. It'd almost been worth the swim to sit side-by-side in the back of her jeep, laughing. Sam's smile flickered when he realized how log it'd been since he'd last done that with anyone – much less a girl.
The more Sam thought about Jules, the more he realized how precious her friendship was to him. It was more than just her smile; more than just her looks. It was the way she got him. She knew when to listen, and when to talk. She knew when to just be there and when to kick him in the pants.
His lips twitched and he laughed softly as he thought about her 'swim team' line. He thought it as he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face: "Thank God for good days and good friends."