So in this chapter, we finally see someone from the team; named Ed. Ed's Greg's best buddy, so I figure that if anyone would give Greg a push, it'd be him. And this chapter is also dedicated to Tinkerpanda, who left an heartwarming review last chapter!

Disclaimer: I own Sylvia but not Flashpoint. Sadly.

"Hey Greg, what's this piece of paper in your pocket?" Ed asked, holding a piece of paper between his fingers. "Looks like someone else's writing."

"Ed, it's nothing. Just hand it over, alright?" Greg said, hoping that Ed wouldn't look at the words on the paper.

Of course, things didn't work out that way. "Sylvia, huh? You called her yet?" Ed asked, toying with the paper. Seeing as Greg didn't answer right away, Ed knew the answer. "You should; if she gave you her number, she wants you to call her. How long have you had her number?"

Greg gave up trying to get out of it. "Five days."

Ed whistled. "Five days, huh? Man, you'd better call her."

"Leave it alone Ed." Greg said, turning away.

"Oh, I don't think so." Ed replied, snatching Greg's phone from his locker.

"Ed...Ed, Ed...you are so screwed." Greg hissed as Ed dialled Sylvia's number.

"Good luck." Ed said as he handed Greg his phone and walked out of the locker room.

Greg listened helplessly as the phone rang, simultaneously hoping she would pick up and hoping she wouldn't pick up.

His earlier hope won out as Sylvia answered the phone. "Sylvia here."

Greg swallowed; his tongue felt thick in his mouth. "Hey Sylvia. It's Greg. How are you?"

"Hey Greg. I'm alright, how about you?" she asked. He could hear the phone being shifted around as he answered.

"I'm alright. Look, if I called at a bad time, I could just call back late-"

"Oh no, it's fine. I just forgot to shut the fridge, that's all. What can I do for you?" Sylvia asked leaning against the counter and watching her children play in the living room with their Newfoundland.

Greg forced himself to tell her what his heart said, tried to say what his head desperately tried to stop. "I was wondering if you were free Friday night to go see a movie." He held his breath as he waited for an answer.

"I'd like that." She replied, a smile growing on her face. "Where and what time?"

"Six at the Milton theatre."

"Alright, I'll see you there. Bye, Greg." Sylvia ended the call with a smile on her face; he'd finally called.

Greg stared at the phone with a smile growing on his face. "Maybe I'll let Ed live a little longer." He murmured to himself as he walked out of the locker room.