A/N:Thanks to all of my reviewers. I am glad you are still liking the story and am sorry it has taken so long to update.

"Phrases in quotes and italics" are thoughts.

"Phrases in quotes, italics and bold" are text messages.

"Phrases in quotes and bold" are directly from the episode.

Spoilers for "The Good Man." This is A/U so I have changed somethings to make them fit my story (sorry) and of course the comments about Natalie Braddock from this episode have been completely deleted... since we covered that relationship in my first story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Flashpoint related except some DVDs.


Knowing where you need to be

Chapter 8

Spike slept fitfully that night. When he woke the following morning and reached across the bed for Anisa she wasn't there. His eyes flew open in panic until he looked at the clock and saw that it was 5:30 in the morning. He smelled coffee brewing in the kitchen and remember that it was Monday morning and they both had to go to work. Rubbing his eyes he tried to shake the images of the dream that had interrupted his sleep several times that night.

"Who is this handsome man in my bed?" Anisa said placing two coffee cups on the nightstand. He hadn't heard her enter the room so he pulled his hands from his face in time to see her lay down next to him.

Turning onto his side to face her, he brushed a wisp of hair from her face and said, "Nobody important, just me, a geek from Woodbridge." His grin revealed the dimples that indented his cheeks. He reached over and pulled her face to his capturing her lips in a deep kiss.

When they parted, she said a little breathlessly, "You better be careful doing that. You wouldn't want my boyfriend to catch you, he's a pretty tough guy with some kick-ass combat skills."

"I'm not worried..." he kissed her again, "...I bet I'm smarter than he is." She responded to his kiss with enthusiasm.

Handing him a cup she said, "I brought coffee."

"Mmm, thanks," he muttered taking sip of the steamy beverage.

"You wanna talk about it?" she asked.

"About what?" he asked honestly confused.

"You were so restless all night, tossing and turning, that I figured you must have had a bad dream or something."

Then Spike remembered his dream and said, "Oh sorry about that. It wasn't really a bad dream as much as it was weird." He glanced at her and saw that she was listening intently, so he continued, "You were in it." She silently raised her eyebrows behind her coffee cup. "I was standing on this hill and you were at the bottom. You were trying to get to me, but there was this tangle of ...I don't know, vines or wires or something. It was almost like a web and every time you tried to get closer, you became more entangled." He looked at her again and she was still sitting there listening and not saying anything. "I tried to get to you, but no matter what I did, I didn't get any closer...The really weird thing was that this web was being held by people." She cocked her head to the side curiously. "Like Gina, Joe, my dad, Natalie Braddock, Doug and then some people that I couldn't see very clearly."

"Hmmm, that is strange. I wouldn't put too much stock in it, though, it is just a dream."

"Yeah, but I wonder what it means. I am sure that some shrink would have a field day with it," said Spike with a smirk.

"You know, it might just mean that you had too much garlic last night...just saying," she offered with a smile.

He chuckled and nodded, "I sure hope not, because there will be a lot of sleepless nights in my future."

Anisa grinned at him as she got up from the bed, saying, "I'm going to jump in the shower."

"Need some help?" he jested.

"Ha ha... no thanks, I don't want to be late on my first day back at work."


Spike was in the gym pedaling hard listening to his iPod while his mind wandered all over the place. He thought about his dream, trying to decipher the meaning of the imagery. Then his mind went back to the evening before and Joe. He began to feel rage building inside him and inadvertently began pedaling faster. He was angry that his brother-in-law had propositioned his girlfriend. He was angry that his brother-in-law wanted to cheat on his sister. He was angry that all this had happened at his family's home.

"Hey Lance Armstrong, you training for the Tour de France?" asked Sam nudging his friend.

Before Spike had a chance to answer, Winnie's voice was heard over the loudspeaker, "Hot Call, Team One, gear up!" The team was heading cross town to an alleged abduction of a mother and daughter. The daughter had been the target but the mother had tried to stop the abduction, so the takers grabbed her as well. Sergeant Parker and Jules gathered information on the victims while the rest of the team searched the city for the vehicle that was seen driving away with them.

The search for the vehicle led the team out of the city to a rural area. Thanks to Spike's new aerial toy they located the mother in a field where she had been left by one of the takers. The team sped off to an abandoned dairy barn where they located the stolen vehicle. As the team cautiously entered the barn, they discovered one of the perpetrators dead but there was no sign of the girl or the other taker. Wordy and Ed were up in the loft when they saw a truck speeding away through the field. Sam and Spike left the barn on foot in pursuit of the truck while Ed lined up a shot. "BANG!" Spike saw the body of the driver slump over the steering wheel as the truck slowly rolled to the stop. Spike had his gun trained on the driver as Sam quickly got the kidnapped girl to safety.

The young girl embraced her mother when the group returned to the truck. It turned out that the girl's grandmother, who was suffering from dementia, had been misled into believing that the girl had been forced into a life of drugs and prostitution by her estranged daughter, the girl's mother. The grandmother had ordered the abduction thinking she was saving the girl from that life, but she had actually been extorted by her assistant. It was a bittersweet reunion of three generations.

The team was heading back to the barn for the debrief and it was a good 30 minute drive. Spike was looking out the window contemplating intricacies of family relationships while Wordy drove on silently.

"You OK, Buddy?" asked Wordy. "You're kinda quiet … for you."

"Yeah, Wordy, I'm good," he answered glancing at his friend. From the look on Wordy's face, Spike could tell that he was expecting more. "Just thinking about how complex family relationships are...sometimes painful, too."

"Whoa, that's pretty heavy stuff going on in that brain there," joked Wordy. Spike gave Wordy a gentle smile. "Speaking of family, wasn't this the big 'meet the family' weekend? How'd it go?"

"It was," answered Spike nodding his head. "I think it went pretty well. Anisa played with my nephews and got my 13 year old niece to talk and laugh. I am pretty sure that my mom and sister both liked her and...my dad told her he wanted to continue their discussion of the European football league next week, so I guess he liked her, too. So for the most part it went really well."

Wordy looked at his friend but could tell there was something still bothering him, so he added, "But...?" Spike glanced at Wordy and then looked out the window debating whether he should tell his friend what was really on his mind. "What part didn't go so well?" probed the older man.

"Well, nothing really, just my brother-in-law. He is such a jackass, sometimes...no most of the time...no all of the time."

"Why? What happened?"

Shaking his head in disgust, Spike replied, "He tried to hit on Anisa, he propositioned her. I am not sure what pisses me off more, that he hit on my girlfriend or that he was trying to cheat on my sister...Who is a saint for putting up with his crap."

"You're kidding!" Wordy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "He did that at your parents' house? Man he has balls. Did you see it?"

"No, he followed her down the hall to the bathroom where they were out of sight and out of earshot."

"Is Anisa OK? What did she do?"

Spike chuckled a little, "She is fine. I'm not exactly sure what she did, but I think she hit him somewhere not visible or obvious and told him to leave her alone."

"Isn't he over 6 feet tall?" Spike nodded his head at Wordy's question. A big grin spread across Wordy's face, "Remind me to never piss her off." After a minute, Wordy continued, "You wanna talk about what else is bugging you about that?"

Spike let a heavy breath out and said, "I just can't fathom why he would do that. And if he was willing to proposition my girlfriend, how many others has he propositioned and how many have taken him up on it?" Then sounding even more dismayed, he said, "How many times has he cheated on my sister?" Wordy was at a loss for words. Then continuing, "The big question is, should I tell her about it? I know what it is like to be humiliated like that and I can't sit by and watch that happen to my sister."

Glancing at Spike, Wordy could see the tension etched on his friend's face. "Wow, Spike, that is intense."

"What do you think I should do?"

"I don't know. Do you think your sister has any suspicion about her husband?"

"Wordy, I don't have any idea what she knows. How do bring something like that up?"

"Man, that is tough, I don't know what to say," answered Wordy. "Maybe you could start by just asking her how things are with him...Are they getting along?"

"Yeah, that is a possibility. I am just trying to process it all. I want to have a solid plan in my head before I do anything. I am not really expecting an answer, buddy, but thanks for listening," stated Spike with a smile.


Spike arrived at Anisa's apartment and could hear the heavy metal sounds of AC/DC gently pounding behind the door. He chuckled to himself as he shook his head at her rather eclectic taste in music. Letting himself in, he proceeded to the kitchen where she was peering into a pot on the stove. A broad smile spread across her face when she saw him enter the kitchen. Replacing the lid, she turned to face him as he enveloped her in his arms. Sliding her arms around his neck, her lips found his. They pressed their bodies together as the kiss deepened. When the kiss ended, they still held each other keeping their faces only inches apart.

"Hey you," murmured Spike.

"Hey you," she answered kissing him again.

"Mmmm... that is nice," sighed Spike.

Rising up on her toes, Anisa moved her lips to his ear, and whispered, "I love you."

"That is a good thing," smiled Spike moving his lips to her ear. "Because I am have rather naughty thoughts right now that would be highly inappropriate if you didn't." Spike began nibbling on her earlobe evoking a ticklish giggle from her.

"Save those for later, it's time to eat," she giggled pushing him away so she could get dinner on the plates. Spike grinned widely, wiggling his eyebrows as he departed the kitchen to set the table.

They enjoyed a nice simple dinner of grilled chicken and rice and shared stories of their days. Anisa told him about a new case she and Ryan had been assigned. They were looking into a series of home invasions that had led to brutal assaults and even a murder. At the moment they had few leads, so she and Ryan were investigating it now. Spike told her about the abduction call that Team One had responded to. When she heard about the grandmother's involvement and her psychological impairment, Anisa grimaced. The thought of someone you love slipping away and losing their grip on reality was heart wrenching. Spike saw the look of anguish in her eyes, he enclosed her hand in his. It never ceased to amaze him how she could be so tough and strong and yet so sensitive and emotional. Anisa was a little embarrassed that he had seen her get emotional about the story.

Quickly changing the subject, she said, "By the way, Ryan and I have been called in to support some kind of city-wide sting operation by Guns and Gangs on Wednesday night ..er.. Thursday morning. You guys involved?"

"Yeah. I just heard about it today. I guess we will be briefed on the specifics on Thursday," answered Spike. "All SRU teams are on call, as are all Guns & Gangs teams that are not under cover. I didn't know they were reaching out to other teams on the force."

"I don't know about other teams. Duncan just called Ryan and me into his office and told us that we were to support the raid. I guess we will find out on Wednesday... I mean Thursday." She rose to clear the dishes and Spike followed.

"You are spending the night at your parents' house tomorrow, aren't you?" she stated more than asked.

"Are you trying to get rid of me, because that was not very subtle," said Spike acting hurt.

"I am not trying to get rid of you, but I am trying to keep the peace at home. As you said, 'the Italian mother rules the home'," she replied. "And I am sure that your mother would like you home at least one night a week. Besides I wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression of me...letting you sleep here every night. I wouldn't want her to think I am a hussy."

Spike broke out into loud laughter. "A hussy? You? That is funny!" Anisa smacked him in the chest jokingly and turned to walk out of the room. Spike grabbed her around the waist and drew her to him kissing her cheek. "You know I am just teasing you. You are an incredible hussy." He nibbled up her cheek to her ear.

Giggling, she pushed herself away from him and muttered, "You are incorrigible!" She left the kitchen and took a seat on the couch turning the television on. Spike skulked into the living room with his hands in his pockets. He sat down next to Anisa who kept her eyes on the television. He snuggled up against her and rested his head on her shoulder... gazing up at her with his big brown eyes. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. When he added a brief whimper to his puppy dog eyes, she gave in and started cracking up. "It's not fair … you have those...eyes. You know I can't resist them."

"Hey a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do," he offered innocently. Placing his hand under her chin and turning it to face him, he kissed her deeply. "Besides, there is nothing about you that I can resist." He kissed her again and she responded by running her hand up his neck and through his hair. As they separated, he breathed into her ear, "I love you."

"I know," she smiled. "But I still think you should go home tomorrow."

"OK, OK. I'll go home tomorrow...See I told you I can't resist you." He sat down and snuggled against her wrapping his arm around her shoulder. "Trust me, my mother does not think you are a hussy. She was the one who told me to come over here and stay with you."

"If you say so," she said, hoping he was right.


She was walking down a tree-lined street feeling anxious. There was a young boy in front of her whose shoulders were sagging as he dragged his book bag behind him. Kids on either side of the street hurled insults at the boy and then began throwing things at him. Anisa tried to run up to the boy to protect him, but no matter how fast she ran, she couldn't reach him. She tried to stop the other children from mistreating the him but they ignored her pleas, as if they didn't hear her. Finally the boy turned around in her direction, but she didn't recognize him. His face was peculiar in that it was not real, it was almost like a drawing. There were large circles where his eyes should have been. Again Anisa tried to reach the boy, but was unable to. The boy smiled at her and then she saw them... the unmistakable dimples. Her eyes flew open at the realization that the boy in her dream was supposed to be Spike as a child.

Anisa blinked in the darkness reaching out and touching his side. Still asleep, Spike wrapped his arm around her drawing her closer to him. Anisa slid her arm around him and rested her head on his bare chest. She inhaled deeply and was settled by his natural scent. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Spike woke and felt the weight of her head on his chest. Peeking at the clock he saw he had another 45 minutes before he had to get up. Settling back into his pillow, Spike smiled to himself aimlessly stroking her arm and listening to her breathe. He was thinking about how lucky he was and that a few years ago he would never had thought that he could be so happy...he never thought would be lying here with the love of his life. It wasn't long before he noticed a change in her breathing pattern. She wrapped her arms around him more tightly causing him to pull her closer still. As Spike snuggled her against his side, he saw her eyes flutter open.

Anisa blinked the sleep out of her eyes and took in her surroundings. She realized that she was using Spike as a pillow and she assumed he was still asleep. Her dream came back to her in pieces. It was hard to imagine that small skinny, bookish little boy was supposed to be Spike. She let her hand gently travel across his chiseled chest and then down his muscled abdomen. She loved his body, the way it felt, the way its strength made her feel safe. She wondered if she would have fallen in love with him if he had still been that skinny boy. Thinking back to when she first realized that she was falling in love with him, she remembered she had never seen his body. It had been his intelligence and sense of humor that had attracted her to him...and his emotional sensitivity that had really sealed the deal for her. The hot body was a bonus and that made her smile.

As her hand drifted down to the muscles of his abdomen, Spike let out a sound that was a cross between a groan and a giggle. She lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"Mornin'," he smiled to her.

She kissed his chest and responded, "Morning."

He lifted her up to his lips and kissed her deeply as she reached her arms around his neck.

"Mmmm... I like waking up like this," she said breathlessly.

"Me too," he drew her close again kissing her with relentless passion.


Spike drove back home after shift the next day. As he turned the knob on door to the kitchen he felt a strange sensation … on one hand it was the only home in which he had ever lived, but on the other hand it didn't feel exactly like home anymore. It was almost like he felt more at home at Anisa's apartment.

"Hi. Mikey," said Michelina Scarlatti enthusiastically. She was working in the kitchen preparing dinner.

"Hi, Ma," answered Spike as he walked over and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Need any help?" he asked trying to sneak a taste of the sauce as his mother swatted his hand away with a smile.

"Go set the table..make yourself useful," she said with a chuckle.

"Should I set it for all of us? Do you think dad is going to want to eat...since I'm here?"

"Yes, Mikey. Set it for 3."

Spike finished setting the table and looked up to see his father standing in the doorway.

"Hi, Pa," Spike with cheerful apprehension. His father nodded at him in acknowledgment as Mrs Scarlatti entered the dining room with dinner. Most of the dinner passed quietly when finally Spike's mom asked Spike how Anisa enjoyed the family dinner.

"She had a great time. She loved playing with the boys. And she managed to get Cici talking and laughing."

Michelina was smiling, "Yes, she managed to bring Cici out of her shell a bit." Spike glanced at his father and thought he saw a little smile cross his face. "Maria, liked her, too," continued Spike's mother.

"She will come for dinner on Sunday, right?" asked Spike's dad, in a tone that was more a statement than a question. "You should come early, Juventus is playing Napoli."

This was the most Spike's father had said to him in months and Spike was nearly dumbfounded. "OK, we will try to get here in time for the game." He paused a moment before continuing, "So, what did you think, Dad? Did you like Anisa?" Spike anxiously twisted a piece of bread in his hand ripping a small piece off and putting it in his mouth.

After a moment of thought the elder Scarlatti looked his son in the eyes, something he had not done since the night Lou died. Nodding his head, he said, "She is a good girl and she loves you." He glanced away from his son blinking away the tears that were threatening his eyes. "But we need to get her to cheer for Juventus," he finished as he rose to leave the table.

Spike looked at his mom and then got a big smile on his face as his mother picked up some dishes to carry to the kitchen. She planted a kiss on the top of his head.

That night, Spike dreamed about a young boy with wavy brown hair. The boy turned to face him and smiled revealing small dimples. As the child toddled toward him, Spike noticed the sunlight reflecting red highlights in the child's hair. The boy extended his arms to Spike as if he wanted to be picked up. Spike's eyes flew open and he sat up rubbing his forehead. "Holy cow! Did he just dream about his own son?" He got out of bed and got a glass of water. Laying back down in the bed he glanced at the clock and saw that it was 3:16 AM. He tried to fall back to sleep but he kept thinking about the dream. He had never had a dream like that. His dreams had always be about events in the past, never about the future. He was intrigued, but also a little scared...maybe a lot scared. He had always wanted a family in an abstract way, but he had never really thought specifically about a child. He wanted to talk to Anisa, but it was the middle of the night. Staring at the ceiling he mindlessly played with his phone. He decided that he would send her a text message...it would make him feel better and maybe allow him to sleep. "Hey, I love you. Just thought you should know :)" Almost immediately he received a reply.

":)I know...love you, too. I can't sleep either."

Spike smiled to himself as he dialed the phone.

A sleepy voice answered,"Hey you."

"Hey you. Why were you up in the middle of the night?" asked Spike.

"I had a dream, but couldn't go back to sleep. What about you?"

"Ha ha...me too," Spike answered not sure if he should tell her about his dream. "What was your dream about?"

"You know, same old - same old...There was someone I cared about who was in trouble and I couldn't do enough to help. It is the same old theme just different people," she said trying to play if off as unimportant. "The weird thing was, I couldn't figure out who it was I was trying to help. It wasn't you, and it wasn't Sean, but it was a man. Anyway between the guilt and frustration I haven't been able to go back to sleep. What about you?"

"The dream was no big deal. It wasn't scary, but I ...I just couldn't go back to sleep," said Spike not wanting share the details of the dream yet. "I don't know, I guess that I just have a hard time falling asleep... alone..." he added almost in a mumble "...without you." Anisa smiled on her side of the line because she was feeling the same way.

"Well you better try to get some sleep," said Anisa knowing that they both had to get up for work the next day.

"I guess you are right. I will see you tomorrow after work?" asked Spike.

"Yep. What time will you be off shift?"

"Probably early since we all have to report work at 4:00AM the following morning."

"OK, Talk to you tomorrow."

"Love you," said Spike not really wanting to hang up.

Smiling, Anisa responded, "Love you, too."


It was 5:30 PM and Anisa was driving home feeling exhausted. She thought about what she had in her refrigerator to make for dinner. She hadn't come up with a plan and hoped an idea would materialize when she reviewed the contents in her kitchen. As she approached her door, she caught a faint whiff of garlic. She turned the key in the lock and opened the door. Spike greeted her with a smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand. Anisa grinned from ear to ear.

"Hey you," she said kissing him sweetly on the lips.

"Hey you," said Spike handing her the glass of wine.

Anisa put down her bag and inhaled the aroma of garlic. She reached up and touched his cheek asking, "Is that dinner I smell?"

Spike wrapped his arms around her waist saying, "Yep, I hope you are hungry."

Anisa stood on her tiptoes and brought her lips to his. Then nibbling on his lower lip, she said, "I'm starved."

Chuckling, Spike released her and said, "Dinner will be ready in about 5 minutes." Spike made a delicious dinner of pork chops, wild rice and vegetables.

Anisa ate voraciously while they talked about their days. When she had finished she took a sip of wine and said, "That was wonderful."


They went to bed early since they had to rise at 3:00 to get work for by 4:00. Spike gently stroked her arm as she rested her head on his chest. It felt natural to both of them.

Anisa broke the contented silence with, "How was dinner with your folks?"Anisa propped herself up on her elbows so she could look at him as he talked about it.

Spike couldn't suppress the smile as he answered, "It was really good. My dad actually ate with us and didn't leave the room." Anisa grinned as Spike continued, "But the best part was that he actually talked to me."

She leaned in and kissed him with warmth and affection, "I told you he loves you."

"Well, I have you to thank for that," said Spike as Anisa cocked her head to the side quizzically. "We were talking about you."

"Oh? What did he say? Does he like me?"

"He said that you were 'a good girl and that you loved me'."

"You already knew that I loved you. Do you think he liked me?"

"He wants you to come early to dinner on Sunday to catch the Juventus – Napoli game...He doesn't just invite anyone to watch Juventus. That is his way of saying he likes you." Anisa beamed as Spike wrapped both of his arms around her and pulled her into a long passionate kiss. By the time the kiss had ended, Spike had flipped her over so that she was beneath him. Huskily he said, "I missed you last night."


Spike and Anisa rose at 3:00AM and groggily showered. They rode together to work since they were working on the same operation today. Spike pulled into a spot and parked the car, but before he got out he took Anisa's hand and squeezed it. She turned to look at him as the adrenaline began to flow through her body as she mentally geared up for the raid.

Touching her chin and pulling her lips to his he kissed her deeply. "I love you...keep safe tonight, OK?"

She smiled at him and pulled his face to hers for another kiss. "I will and I love you too." They got out of the car and headed into the barn. Although it was no secret that they were dating, neither wanted to make a big show of it especially at work. Spike opened the door for her and she reached up on her tiptoes to whisper in his, "You stay safe too, OK?"

Giving her a peck on the cheek, he said, "Will do." When they entered the building, Spike headed for the locker room to gear up and Anisa went to check in and find her partner Ryan.

Detective Warren Naismith briefed the large group on the operation. Everyone synchronized their watches so they all made the entries at the exact same time. After the meeting Greg pulled Warren aside questioning the wisdom of not having Team One going after the big fish in this raid. He asked, "I'm just saying maybe you'd want the city's top tactical team to handle the most complex arrest?"

"Greg, after what this case has cost me, I want to be the one to slap the handcuffs on Hudson tonight." Naismith responded. "Besides, I will have two other officers with me that were selected for this operation."

"Who are they?" Greg know most of the officers that were assigned to the raid.

"Ryan Lambert and Anisa McConnell. You know them?"

Greg nodded his head in assurance, "Yeah. They are good tacticians and skilled with weapons. That was good choice. Good luck."

"Thanks, you too." They all headed to their vehicles.

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Team One arrived at the designated location and Ed began giving tactical orders. "Wordy, you are gonna be eyes up front and if you see the subject do not engage."

"Do not engage?" asked Wordy confused.

"Do not engage...search and cover only," repeated Ed. "And I'm gonna need your gun."

Greg pulled Ed aside and began objecting to Ed's demmand for Wordy's gun. Meanwhile the team looked on confused about what was going on. Suddenly there was movement in the house and the subject was on the move. Wordy conceded and gave his gun to Ed so that the team could move forward.

Spike got into the driver's seat of the truck with Wordy. He couldn't imagine what was going on between Wordy and Ed. Ed had never behaved that way. All he knew was that his teammate was distraught.

"Wordy, you don't want me asking do you?" asked Spike. Wordy just looked in his direction and didn't say anything.

"OK, I think I'm not asking but I'm here OK. Just saying."

Wordy was glad it was Spike in the truck with him, "Thanks, Spike."

The team pulled up in front of house in a neighborhood. Spike identified it as a potential meth lab so extra caution was to be used as they prepared to make the raid. Meanwhile Naismith was counting the teams down.

"Team One, status," asked Naismith.

Again Ed was barking out assignments to his teammates. "Wordy, you wake and evacuate the neighborhood."

"Are you serious? Eddie breach and hand-to-hand is what I do. You already got my weapon," protested Wordy again.

Naismith asked demanded again, "Team One, status?"

"Wordy are you with me or am I going to have to put you on the bench?"

"I'll do the evac..." Wordy said reluctantly.

"Team One ready for entry" announced Ed.

Naismith counted down, "5,4,3,2,1"

The team entered the home, and arrested several subjects and managed to flush the main subject out and he was subsequently tackled by Wordy.

"Subject in custody," announced Wordy.

Greg wanted to know what was going on with Naismith because he had heard shots fired, "Naismith, what's your status?"

"We've been ambushed... we've got an officer down!"

Spike's head snapped up in panic...his fear for Anisa's safety began to take control of his mind. He looked to Greg for direction or guidance. Greg just looked at him empathetically.


A/N: So I hoped you liked it and stay tuned for more action in the next chapter, which I hope will be updated sooner.