** I just wanted to say thank you and to also tell you that I know Raf and Wordy and Leah were on the team at different times, for me, they're all there. (Maybe not together.) So please forgive me if the wrong person shows up or if they really weren't in that scene or episode. Sometimes things just want to be written a certain way and I've learned not to argue. I own nothing of Flashpoint. I do own Madison.**

The team entered and took the two gunmen by surprise. Spike and Jules went to cuff the suspects and Raf and Ed went to take care of the doctor.

"You don't know these gunmen," Ed asked.
"Never seen them before," Dr. Harris said.
Raf and Ed exchanged a look. Greg entered the house and started interrogating the doctor.

Spike looked up at the wall and noticed something odd. "Jules, can you cover," Spike said.

Greg continued his interrogation of the doctor while Ed spoke with the two gunmen. He saw Spike looking at the wall.

"What is it, Spike," Ed asked.

Spike had a perplexed look on his face. The Team recognized the look he got when something didn't make sense. "Spike," Jules asked, puzzled.

"This doesn't look right," Spike said.

Greg noticed Dr. Harris' demeanour change. It was nearly impossible to see, but to a trained negotiator like Greg, he saw. The man was nervous.

"What did you find, Spike," Greg asked, keeping his focus on the doctor.

Spike took the picture off the wall and found a safe. A very sophisticated safe.

"What do you keep in the safe, Doctor," Ed asked.
"Just my wife's jewelry. Just a little mad money. Some important papers," he said.

"A little high tech for some jewelry, money and papers," Spike said. He examined the safe and pulled out his ever present tools.

"Give him the code. Or he'll have fun taking it apart. Oh, and he likes to blow things up, just for fun," Greg said.

"Yeah, his girlfriend is always mad at him," Ed said.

"308492," the doctor said.
Spike entered the code and the safe beeped. He opened it and saw a small pharmacy. "Boss, look at this," Spike said.
"So you don't know why these men broke into your house. What they were looking for? I'd say this is pretty good evidence," Greg said as he took a bottle from Spike.
Spike saw something else in the safe. His eyes widened and he looked at the doctor. Despite the amount of firepower trained on him, the doctor lunged toward the safe. Spike knew a weapon was there, but instead of shooting him, Spike tackled him. The force of the tackle knocked them into the railing of the second floor foyer and landed in a heap on the first floor foyer.

"SPIKE," everyone screamed.

"Winnie, get EMS here, now," Greg said as they rushed down the stairs.

When they got downstairs, blood was already pooling on the floor.

"Spike," Jules said.

The entire team was fearing the worst.

Ed felt Spike's pulse and found it.
The EMS crew, who'd been stationed just outside the perimeter came into the house.
"Everyone get back. What happened," Steve the paramedic asked.
"They fell from that railing," Greg said, pointing to the second story landing.
Steve checked Spike. He and his partner applied a collar to Spike before rolling him onto a backboard. Other than a laceration on his forehead and a torn uniform sleeve, Spike appeared fine.

"I think he's got a concussion," Steve said. They loaded Spike onto a stretcher while Steve looked at the doctor.

"Where's the blood coming from," Greg asked.
The checked the pulse on the doctor and couldn't find one. They rolled him over and found a piece of the bannister stuck in his chest.
"That would explain the blood. How in the world did this happen," Jules asked.

As the loaded Spike into the ambulance, Wordy, Raf and Jules went back to examine the safe.

"I'll get the crime scene techs in here to inventory this stuff. Sounds like there's a little more going on than just a pill ring," Jules said, examining the bottles.

"Wait, isn't this where Madison works," Wordy asked, pulling out one of the bottles.

Ed examined the label. "Boss, this was written by Madison," he said.

"That's what Spike saw. That and the gun. Dammit," Greg said.

Greg examined the bottle. "You think Madison is caught up in this," Raf asked.

"NO. Absolutely not," Greg and Ed said together.

"Well, how did her name get on some of these bottles," Sam asked.

Greg sighed. "Something she and Spike said a few weeks ago. Madison suspected someone was using the trauma centre prescriptions without permission. She and Spike had talked to me about it. Spike was working with drug enforcement and Madison with the hospital and national medical board. Madison suspected it was someone connected to the hospital," Greg said.

The crime scene techs came and began to inventory the safe.

The Team went outside.

The ambulance pulled away with Spike in the back. Ed looked at Greg.

"So, who's going to tell Madison that Spike is heading to the hospital," Sam asked.
"Greg," everyone else said at the same time.

Greg picked up his phone and called Madison. Even thought he knew Spike would be OK, he hated having to make that phone call.

Madison walked into the centre nursing station.
"Maddie, this is Bridget Rossetti. She's our new nurse," Tina said.

Madison held out her hand and shook hands with Bridget.
"You know Mike Scarlatti," Madison asked.

"We went to high school together. Why," Bridget asked.
"I think I saw your picture at his house," Madison said.

Bridget looked at Madison. "You were at his house," she asked.

"She's always with Mike," Tina said.
Madison looked at Bridget. "Mike's my boyfriend," she said.

A quick look of horror crossed Bridget's face before she covered.

"That's really cool. Mike's a very sweet guy," Bridget said.
"Thanks. You know I'd really like to hear about what he was like in high school,"Madison said.

"Sure, we can maybe do coffee or something," Bridget said.
Madison's attention was pulled away from Bridget to a patient that had been brought into the centre.
She went to assess the patient and left Bridget and Tina at the desk.

"It's a small world, huh," Tina asked.

"What," Bridget asked.
"That you friend Mike is dating Madison. Small world," Tina said.

"Yeah," Bridget answered, distracted.

She sat down with Tina while Tina answered a phone call. Bridget couldn't believe the woman she'd just met was the woman Mike wanted to marry. Bridget just couldn't believe it. Madison was the opposite of Bridget. Madison was petite and had ash blonde hair. Bridget was petite too, but was taller than Madison. Her hair was blonde and fell in soft waves around her shoulders. Bridget was model thin with beautiful blue eyes. Madison was thin, but had more muscle mass. Bridget never understood the reason women worked out with weights and such. It wasn't feminine in her opinion. And Madison had green eyes.

Bridget couldn't see what Mike saw in Madison. 'Maybe he's in it for the money,' she thought to herself. She couldn't imagine Mike sleeping with Madison or planning a future with her.

She hoped her partner in crime would get Madison away from Mike before Mike did something he would regret.

Madison went into the physician's break room. She pulled out her phone and called Spike.

"Hey, beautiful," he said. Madison could tell he was tense.
"Hey, stud. Everything OK," she asked.
"Yeah, just working out. Everything OK with you," he asked.
"Just wanted to tell you I met Bridget," she said.
"Oh, so Bridget is working in trauma. That's good. She nice to you," Spike asked.
"Yeah. I just can't believe you were with her and now you're with me. She's gorgeous," Madison said.
"Doc, she's not you. You're the one I've been waiting for," Spike said.
"You sure about that," Madison said.
"Madison McKenna, I love you. You're the only woman in my life," Spike said.
"I'm sorry to be like this. I guess I'm just ready for a vacation," Madison said.
"Well, we're going to have to see about taking a trip in a few weeks. Somewhere without distractions. We'll talk about it tonight," he said.
"OK. I love you, Spike," she said.
"I love you, too, Madison. I'll see you later," he said.

Madison ended the call and slipped the phone back in her pocket.

She knew Spike loved her, but Bridget was beautiful. Madison couldn't help but wonder, if Bridget hadn't cheated on Spike, would he have even looked at her that day in the hospital?

She pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Spike was hers and, as unbelievable as it seemed to her, they loved each other.

Three hours later, Madison's cell rang.

She pulled out the phone and was puzzled at who was calling.
"Hello," she said.
"Madison, it's Greg," he said.
Madison took a quick inhale of breath. "Spike," she asked, on the verge of tears.

"He's fine, but he's on his way to the hospital. He fell off a second floor landing," Greg said.
"He fell off a second floor landing? What," Madison asked, not understanding.
"The victim got a little antsy and tried to grab a weapon. Spike tackled him and they went through the bannister. He landed on the floor below. The victim got a piece of bannister in his chest. He bleed out here. Spike's unconscious and has cut on his forehead, but doesn't look to be injured anywhere else," Greg said.
"Are you sure," she asked, alarmed.
"Vitals were good according to Steve. He's bringing Spike to you now," Greg said.

"Thank you. I'll head back right now. I'm guessing you guys are coming to see him," Madison asked.
"We'd like to, but we'll let you tell us if it's OK for everyone to hang out. I also need to talk to you about that investigation at the hospital. I think our last call was connected to our conversation," Greg said.
"OK. I'll talk to you when you come to see Spike," Madison said, ending the call.

She took a fortifying breath and headed back into the centre. She was going to have to treat her boyfriend. They didn't prepare you for that in medical school.

Madison returned to the nursing station. Tina knew right away something was wrong. "What," she asked Madison.

"Spike's sarge just called. Spike was hurt on a call and he's on the way in an ambulance," Madison said.
"You want me to get Thom or Simon," Tina asked.
Madison shook her head. "This is my job. This is what I do," Madison said.
Madison headed to the trauma room, prepping for the arrival of Spike.

"What's wrong with Dr. McKenna," Bridget asked.
"They're bringing her boyfriend by ambulance. He was hurt on a call," Tina said.
"Oh, my God! I always knew this would happen," Bridget said, suddenly hysterical.
Tina looked at Bridget. She understood Madison being upset about Spike. Bridget was a friend and, while Tina knew Madison should be upset, she didn't understand the new nurse's near hysterical reaction.

"Do you need to go into the lounge or something," Tina asked, perplexed by her reaction.

"I'm fine. I've just never known someone that personally that I'd have to treat," Bridget said.

Tina nodded, but didn't fully believe her story.

Steve pushed the stretcher into the trauma center. Spike hadn't regained consciousness in the ambulance, but his vitals had stayed steady and strong. Steve saw Madison waiting in the room and dreaded having to give tell her report on the patient.

"How is he, Steve," Madison asked as they moved Spike to the stretcher in the trauma room.
"Vitals are stable. I applied a pressure dressing to the forehead lac and it looks like he has some on his arm from the fall," Steve said.

Madison nodded and took a visual inventory. Spike's helmet had been removed and he'd been put in a collar to immobilize his neck. Madison couldn't appreciate any wounds and believed his body armor had protected his chest and abdomen from any damage.

She examined the cuts on his arms and determined none of them needed stitches. The cut on his forehead was a different story.

She covered wound again and told Tina to send him for a scan of his head and neck as soon as possible.

As Madison unbuckled his body armor, his hand grabbed her wrist. Startled, Madison looked up and saw Spike looking at the ceiling.
"Spike," she asked.
"Doc? What the..." he started to say as he quickly took in his surroundings.

Madison leaned over him so he could see her. "You had a minor accident at your last call. I need to get your neck and head checked out. You have a concussion I'm almost sure. You were out for a bit there," Madison said, her eyes shining with tears she refused to let fall.

"I'm OK, Doc," Spike said.

"I know. I think the scanner's ready for you," Madison said.
"I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said.
The radiology personnel came into the room and took him to radiology, leaving Madison standing in the middle of the room.

She quickly wiped her face and went to the nursing station to put orders in for Spike. Seeing him awake had greatly improved Madison's outlook for Spike. She hoped the films showed nothing but a concussion and she could sew up the forehead laceration without too much difficulty.

"How are you," Tina asked.
"Better and I'll be a lot better after I see his scans. I'm thinking he's going to be OK, but I can't diagnose on a feeling or thought. He's awake and neurologically, he's where he should be," she said.

Madison went back to charting and ordered the supplies she would need for the suture kit and to clean the wound.

Fifteen minutes later, Spike returned to the ER. Madison got the reading from the radiologist. No head trauma except a concussion. His neck was also fine, so Madison went back into the room.
"Good news! You can get off the backboard," she said as she unhooked the straps and took off the c-collar.

The minute he was free of the collar, he grabbed Madison, who was leaning over to take off the collar and kissed her.

"Spike," she said, trying to sound angry, but delighted he was OK.

"Sorry, Maddie, but you looked so upset, I had to prove I was fine. Sorry I scared you," he said.

Madison smiled at him. "It's OK. I get it. I knew what dating a cop would involve and I love you," Madison said. "I've got to close that wound on your forehead. Luckily, it's closer to your hairline than I thought."

"So no spectacular scar on my forehead. Nothing to mar these model features," he said, smiling at her.
Madison smiled. "You'll be just as handsome as ever," Madison said.

Spike took her hand and kissed it.

Bridget stood around the corner of the room, watching the couple. It was sickening. She couldn't see what Spike saw in the average looking doctor. Seeing the obvious displays of affection, Bridget couldn't help but be surprised. Mike had never behaved that way when they were together. Granted it hadn't been but a few months, but he'd never been overly affectionate to her in public or private. Well, it didn't matter to Bridget. She knew what a great catch Mike was and, despite worrying about his job, she knew when they got back together, she'd could convince him to take another job. She suspected he was being recruited by other organizations and she figured she'd convince him to take the job. Being married to a sort of 'international spy' would be perfect. She wouldn't have to worry about having children because she didn't want to ruin her figure with a baby and she couldn't see having children if her husband was a spy.

She pasted a smile on her face and knocked on the door.

"Bridget," Spike said, surprised to see the nurse.

"Mike, I was so worried when I heard," she said, leaning over and grabbing his shoulder.

Spike eyed her and nodded. "Thanks for your concern," he said, turning back to Madison.
"You can set the tray up and bring 6.0 Prolene," Madison asked.

Bridget looked at Madison and touched Spike's forehead. "You poor baby," she said.

"Bridget," Madison said, trying not to sound angry.

Spike lightly brushed her hand away before leaning in the other direction.

Bridget left the room to retrieve Madison's suture material.

Madison watched her walk out. She looked at Spike.

"What,"he asked, puzzled by her look.

Madison laughed. "She was totally hitting on you," Madison said.
"Whhaaattt," he said.

"She was totally hitting on you while I was in the room," she said.
Spike shrugged his shoulders. "If you say so. You know I only have eyes for you," he said.

Madison smiled.

Bridget gave Madison the suture material. "Thank you," she said.

Bridget stood next to the stretcher. "Are you sure you're going to be OK, Mike," she asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Maddie is going to sew my head and then I'm going home. Right, Doc," he said, smiling at her.

"If you're good, Constable," she said.

"Bridget, I need you," Tina called into the room.

Bridget gave one last look to Spike before leaving the room.

"OK, Stud. I need to fix this laceration, so I need you to lie down on the bed" she said.

"Wow, Maddie, that's awfully forward. But if you're game...," he said, his grin widening, his dimples showing and Madison was lost.
"Spike, you're awful," Madison said, smacking his shoulder.

She prepped the wound and quickly placed six stitches.

She applied a small bandage to the cut and took off her gloves.
"All finished," she said.

"Thanks, Doc. You're bedside manner is better than the last time," he said.
"Thank you. Guess you don't need a kiss this time," she said.

"Well, it certainly wouldn't hurt," he said, grabbing Madison by the waist and kissing her again.

"What time are you finished," he asked when they pulled apart.

"I can probably convince Rodger to let me go home now. Especially since you need a ride. I'll call your prescriptions into the pharmacy," she said.
Spike followed her out of the room. Rodger stood just next to the desk.
"Mike, glad to hear you're OK. Did your doctor take good care of you," Rodger said, smiling at Madison.

"I had the best at Sunnybrook," he said, smiling at Madison, too.

"Rodger," Madison began.
"Take him home. Get some rest. That must have been rough for you. I'll see you in two days for the overnight," Simon said.

"Thanks, Rodger" Madison said. She picked up the phone and called in the prescriptions Spike would need. She also checked on her prescription. All three would be ready when Madison and Spike got to the pharmacy. Madison verified her numbers. Madison was suspicious someone at the hospital was using the other doctors prescribing rights to forge prescriptions for others. Madison was working on getting a better verification system in place. She would show her ID at the pharmacy. Thankfully, her friend Danielle, was the pharmacist at the pharmacy near her house. Danielle knew Madison and often questioned odd prescriptions that she saw. She was actually the one that told Madison she thought something was going on. Luckily, Danielle hadn't filled any of the bogus prescriptions written by Madison's imposter.

"I just need to get my stuff from the locker room," she said.

"I'll go with you. See you later, Simon. Tina," Spike said. Bridget came around the corner and watched as Spike took Madison's hand as they walked to the doctor's locker room.

Jealousy bubbled up inside Bridget. She was going to have Mike and no one, not even a smart doctor like Madison, was going to keep her from her goal.

She pulled out her phone.

"What," the voice said.

"I just watched the two of them practically make out in the trauma room. You have to do something," she practically whined into the phone.

"Shut up. I said I'll take care of it. Her reputation is going to be ruined and then that cop won't want anything to do with her," they said.

"Just hurry," Bridget said, ending the call.

Spike took a week off following his concussion. He spent a lot of time with Madison during that time and he fell more and more in love with the woman.

Bridget has also managed to drop by his parent's house when Madison wasn't there. She was working at the hospital and Spike was wondering if Bridget knew that and was planning these visits for when Madison wasn't around. He and Bridget had been friends in high school, but despite their fling in Jamaica, Spike realized he hadn't really cared for her as more than a friend. When she'd cheated on him he'd been devastated, but he'd also been relieved. His mother had made it clear that, while she knew it was his life, she did not want him to get too serious with Bridget. Michelina did not like Bridget. Michelina hadn't like any of the woman he'd dated very much, despite how nice and how much he cared for them. Spike had often thought his parents felt no one was good enough for him and he wouldn't find the ONE until he left his parents house.

Then Madison came along. She was like breath of fresh air. The sun shining on a rainy day. All those little romantic and cutesy things people say when they're in love just seemed to describe Madison and her presence in his life and his parent's.

Michelina spoke with Madison almost as often as Spike talked to his mother. Dominic often talked soccer with Madison when she'd drop by for dinner. His mother had taken to setting a place for her at the dinner table. Madison had become an unofficial part of the Scarlatti family and Spike couldn't wait to make it official.

The last day of his forced rest, he told his mom he was going to go and get dinner for Madison. He planned to stop by the hospital to get the stitches out. He was itching to get back to work and had been cleared by medical at the station. Madison had submitted her report and pronounced Constable Michelangelo Scarlatti fit for duty.

Michelina smiled at him. "Mikey, you and Madison. Is it serious? Are you going to marry her," she asked.

Spike looked at his mom. Without saying anything he went downstairs. He opened his bedside table and pulled the ring box out.

He jogged back upstairs and sat the ring in front of his mother.
"Mikey," she said, carefully opening the ring box. "È bellissimo. Non vedo l'ora di averla per una figlia. Sono così felice per entrambi," she exclaimed, jumping out of the chair.
"I'm glad you approve, Ma. You think she'll like it," he asked.
"She'll love it because you picked it out. When will you give it to her," his mom asked, handing the ring back to him.

"I don't know. I want it to be special, but I also don't want to think too much about it. If I do that, I'll ruin it," he said.
Michelina hug her son. "You won't. If you speak from the heart," she said.

Spike heard a cough and saw his father standing in the doorway.
"Pa," Spike said.
"Michelina, would you get me something to drink. I want to talk to Michelangelo," he said.

Michelina nodded and went to the cupboard. Spike followed his father out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"You're going to marry Madison," he said.
"I'm going to ask her. I thought you liked her," Spike said.
"She's a wonderful girl and I'd be very happy to have her in the family," Dominic said.

"I'm just worried I'll botch it up," he said, surprised that he was having this conversation with his father.

"You'll know what to say. Do you think it was easy for me when I proposed to your mother. I was so nervous and nearly didn't ask her. In fact, the small ring I had gotten for her fell out of my pocket when I was trying to get up the nerve to propose. She saw it, picked it up and said she would love to wear it if I asked her father first. That was the hardest thing ever. To ask your grandfather if I could marry his daughter. He knew I was planning to move to Canada and take his only daughter away, but he gave his blessing because he knew that's what Michelina wanted. Then she told me I had to ask her so she could say yes. So I just asked. And she said yes. And our wedding day and your birth were the happiest days of my life. You deserve that son. And I want to see it," Dominic said, his eyes shining with tears.
"Pa," Spike said, before his father hugged him. Spike began crying. He didn't know what had happened, but he and his father had reached an understanding. And Madison was part of that understanding. His parents loved her like their own and he couldn't imagine not being with her.

"I'm gonna plan something special," Spike said.
His father got off the couch and went back into the kitchen with his mom. He watched their brief interchange and smiled. His parents had been together for 45 years. They'd been married for more than 10 years when Spike had been born. He watched them and realized he wanted that with Madison. He wanted 45 years of waking up next to her, of sharing silence, of eating dinner. He even wanted to fight and make up with her. He wanted those decades of being together and loving her, no matter what life threw at them. He knew they could survive if they were together.

He went back down to his room and put the ring back. He needed to figure out a special way to propose.

The last thing he suspected was the ring would sit in the box, missing it's chance to shine on Madison's finger.

A month later

Two RCMP officers entered the barn. They approached Winnie and the dispatcher was all protective of the group in the briefing room.

"We're looking for Sargent Parker," the officer identified as Brooks said.
"I'll get him," Winnie said. She keyed her mic. "Sarge, there's two RCMP officers here for you," she said.
"Thanks, Winnie. I'll be right there," Greg said.
The team had been patrolling and was returning from their routes.

Everyone broke up and went into the locker rooms. Greg approached the officers.

"Gentlemen, I'm Sgt. Parker," he said.
"I'm Brooks and this is Daniels. We're here to talk to you about the stalking of Dr. Madison McKenna," Brooks said.
Greg pointed to the briefing room and the two officers followed.
"What do you need to talk about," Greg asked.
"How well do you know Dr. McKenna," Daniels asked.
"She's a very gifted doctor at Sunnybrook. She's become good friends with the members of Team One. She's dating one of my officers, Mike Scarlatti," Parker said.
"During our investigation of Dr. McKenna's stalking, we found evidence that Dr. Simon Hilliard was stalking her. He has been arrested, however new evidence has come to our attention that would seem to prove Dr. Hilliard isn't her stalker," Daniels said.
"So, why are you here? Shouldn't you be out there," Greg asked, not getting the point.
"We believe that Dr. McKenna is stalking herself. We don't believe there is an assailant," Brooks said.
"What! Madison is stalking herself? Do you have proof," Greg asked, not believing the officers for a minute.
"At the moment, the evidence suggests that Madison is possibly behind her own stalking. Her prints were found on the computer paper in Dr. Hilliard's office and on one of the syringes found as well," Brooks said.
"Her prints could have gotten there at any time," Greg said, unable to believe what he was hearing.
"True, but there doesn't seem to be anyone with an obsessive desire for Dr. McKenna. We've interviewed some of her colleagues from Medical school and they painted a picture of a woman with a lot to prove who could be capable of doing something like this. Of cracking under the pressure," Daniels said.
Greg shook his head. "No, you're wrong," Greg said.
"Well, we do have another explanation," Brooks said.
"Let me hear it because that explanation is not possible," Greg said.
"Constable Scarlatti could be involved. Maybe they're working together to get Madison attention," Daniels said.
Greg jumped up from his seat and smacked the table. "Not possible. Not humanly possible. Neither Constable Scarlatti or Dr. McKenna are behind her stalking. I suggest you get out of here and look for the person responsible before someone gets seriously hurt. Like the two of you," Greg said.
"Sargent, calm down," Brooks said.
"You come into my house and tell me that one of my officers could be stalking his girlfriend or that his girlfriend is lying and making it all up. You, gentlemen, need to leave this building and start looking for the real party before me and my team take care of it," Greg said.
The two officers stared at Greg.

"Winnie, make sure they know their way out," Greg said before heading to the locker room.
"Copy that. Door's right there," Winnie said.

Greg went into the locker room. "Eddie! I need a word," he said. Ed's eyes narrowed and he followed Greg out the door.

The entered the briefing room and Greg locked the doors. Ed's eyebrows raised.

"What's this," Ed asked.

"RCMP was just here. They think Madison and/or Spike are behind her stalking," Greg said.

"WHAT," Ed practically yelled.

"My thoughts exactly. They're going with that assumption," Greg said.
Ed looked at the sergeant. "What do you think," Ed asked.
"I'd never believe it of Spike and, after seeing the two of them together, I won't believe it of her either," Greg said.
Ed nodded. "I don't believe it of either of them either. Certainly not Spike," Ed said.

"So what do you suggest we do," Greg asked.
"We figure it out. We let everyone else in on what's happening and see what they think," Ed said.

"So who tells Spike," Ed asked.
"I'll talk to him. You talk to the rest of the team. Spike's let them know what's happening," Greg said.

"Copy that," Ed said.

Greg unlocked the doors and when they walked out, the entire team was standing at the doors, waiting.

"What's going on," Jules asked.
Greg and Ed exchanged a look. "Everyone in here," Ed said. The team went inside, but Greg stopped Spike.
"We need to talk," Greg said.

He took Spike into the locker room while the rest of the team was watching him.

"What's up, Boss," Spike asked.
"RCMP was just here," he said.
"And," Spike prompted.
Greg took a deep breath. "They had a theory about Madison's stalker," Greg said.
"It's not Simon? Madison doesn't think it's Simon," Spike said.
"They arrested Simon, yes, but they don't think he's responsible. They have a theory that Madison is either doing it to herself or that you're involved," he said.

"What the HELL," Spike yelled.

"Spike, I don't believe it. No one believes it," Greg said.
"Why would they think that I'm stalking Madison? And why would they think she's making this up? The notes, her car? How could Madison do those things to herself," Spike asked, unable to believe what Greg had said.

"Ed's talking to the rest of the team and we're going to figure this out. As a team," Greg said.
"Thanks, Sarge," Spike said.

Greg smacked Spike on the shoulder and the two left the locker room.

The rest of the team was waiting outside the briefing room.

"Whatever you and Madison need, Spike," Sam said.

"Thanks guys," Spike said.

"How could they think Madison is doing this to herself," Raf asked.
"Not only that, but that Spike is involved? These guys need to go back to the academy," Jules said.

"OK, Team, if we're going to help Spike and Madison we need to be careful, but I'll get the files from RCMP and see what they have," Greg said.
"We'll meet at my place when you get the files," Ed said.
Spike couldn't believe how wonderful they were. He knew they'd do anything for him, but for them to stand up and say they'd do anything for Madison warmed his heart. This Team was his family. No matter what.

"Thanks," Spike said.

"OK, guys. Let's gear up and go on patrol. We can have a brainstorming session after shift. Let's keep the peace," Greg said.
Everyone went to grab their gear and climbed into the SUV's.

The team was patrolling their sectors when Spike's phone rang.