**I own nothing but Madison. Flashpoint is not my baby.**

Three Weeks later:

The investigation into Madison's stalker wasn't going well and Madison and Spike were tense.

Three more notes complete with pictures of her and Spike had been found on her locker and her rental car in the last three weeks. Madison was going nuts trying to figure out who was stalking her. The RCMP had dropped charges against Simon because he wasn't anywhere near Madison during the times the notes were left. Simon had taken a temporary job as a clinic physician in Ottawa. He'd been there for three weeks. The monitoring bracelet was removed and Simon was a free man. That didn't bother Madison nearly as much as not knowing who was stalking her.

The thing bothering Spike was the notes had two distinct voices. He was worried there was another stalker. And he was willing to bet it was a man and a woman. The Team had discussed the latest notes two nights ago at Ed's place. Madison was working a rare swing shift and the Team was off.

The latest threats and photos were on Ed's kitchen table. Spike was standing up and pacing. He was ready for it to be over.

"I've been thinking about this last one. It sounds like it was written by a woman. 'He's too good for you.' The others have all asked why are you with him or I love your smile. That kind of thing. This one sounds like it's directed directly toward me. The tone is totally different," Spike said.

"I agree. But this is the first one with this tone. Both of you having a stalker," Greg said.

"Maybe it's someone after Madison. Maybe it's a pair working together. HE wants Madison and SHE wants Spike," Jules said.

Sam laughed. "Madison, I can understand," Sam said, smiling at Spike.

Spike smiled back. "Eyes off my girlfriend," he said. But Spike had thought the same thing. Madison was beautiful, smart and amazing. He could understand why someone would be enamored with her from afar. Not stalking her, but he saw the attraction. He was caught in it himself.

"OK. Anyone new in the picture," Greg asked Spike.
"No," Spike said, but then remembered Bridget. "Wait, Bridget just started working with Madison," he said.

"Bridget," Ed questioned.

"Jamaica Bridget," Jules asked and Spike nodded. "How is that going?"

"Fine I guess. When I got the stitches in my head she was, according to Madison, hitting on me but I didn't see it. She came by a few times while I was off duty. She said she was checking up on dad, but Madison thought she was trying to reinsert herself into my life in some way," Spike said.
Jules looked at Spike. "She's right," she said.
"What," Spike said.
"You're ex-girlfriend comes back to town. Works in the same hospital in the same department as your girlfriend. Comes to your house when she knows Madison is working or gone. Come on, Spike," Jules said.

Spike looked at the faces at the table. "Seriously? She cheated on me with that guy from Ottawa," Spike said.
"And she probably thinks you'll always be there, just like Natalie thinks. Natalie's not too happy about your relationship with Madison," Sam said.

"OK. But who's going after Madison," Spike asked. A threat to him, he could deal. A threat to her and he found himself feeling all caveman-like.

"I think we can all agree that it is someone who works at the hospital. That includes Bridget. It also has to be someone who had easy or unquestioned access to Dr. Hilliard's office. Let's work with the assumption that it's someone who works in the Trauma Centre," Greg said.
"That's a lot of people," Spike said, looking at the list RCMP had provided to the Team.

"Don't most of the doctors work the same shifts," Wordy asked.
"Yeah. Madison signs up for her shifts according to my schedule. Except for the occasional double or shift like tonight when she has mandatory overtime. Rodger usually works nights. He's not married, but he does have a boyfriend. I met him a few weeks ago. He's a surgeon and works on-call for several of the smaller hospitals in the area. That's why Rodger works nights. Simon's back at the centre, so he went back on the same shift he always had, evenings. He's divorced. No children. Amicable divorce. She apparently worked as a nurse at Sunnybrook until they married. Maddie said they divorced because Simon's a workaholic. His ex feel in love with one of the lab techs," Spike said.

Raf looked at the list as Spike explained what he knew about Madison's work colleagues. Ed and Greg filled in with the rest of the staff from the reports given by RCMP.

"What about Thom," Raf asked.
"I don't know anything about Thom. Madison doesn't mention him much," Spike said.

Glances went around the table. "What," Spike asked.
Greg pulled the report out of Thom's folder. Jules took a look at it. "He was once accused of stalking another co-worker. This one was in Quebec. Charges were dropped because they couldn't prove he'd done anything. The hospital did change his hours and he quit because he didn't want to work straight nights. The hospital didn't have a problem and even paid him the severance package because they wanted him gone," Jules said, looking up. "Is Sunnybrook aware of this?"

Ed pulled out another piece of paper. "It's not listed in his employment history," he said.

"It can't be reported on an employment report if charges were never filed or the case was dismissed. Unless it involved a patient, they don't have to report it," Greg said.

"Do you think it could be Thom? He's the big unknown in this equation," Wordy asked.

"That would explain Madison, but not Spike," Leah said.

"What else do you know about Bridget," Raf asked.

"Her parents are good friends with my parents," Spike said.

Sam and Jules pulled open the file on Thom again. "What is their name," Sam asked.
"Alessandro and Elisabetta Rossetti," he said.

"Boss," Jules said, handing him the paper.

"WHAT," Spike nearly yelled. The tension in the room was getting to him.

Without speaking, Greg pointed at something on Thom's personnel profile.

Spike looked at Greg. He pulled out his phone and called his mom. He went into Ed's living room to have the conversation.

"Hey, Ma. I have a quick question," he said.
"What is it, Mikey," she asked.

"Do Elisabetta and Alessandro have any other children besides Bridget," he asked.
His mother took a deep breath. "Ma," he asked.

"Alessandro came to Canada before Elisabetta. She wasn't sure she wanted to leave Italy. He came because he was needed to take over his uncle's jewelry store. He met a nice Canadian girl and they started dating. Shortly after the girl discovered she was pregnant, Elisabetta surprised Alessandro. She came to marry him. Alessandro confessed what he'd done and Elisabetta forgave him because she hadn't promised to come to Canada with him. They married and the girl had a baby. Elisabetta and Alessandro saw the baby, but when Bridget was born three years later, Alessandro decided he couldn't have contact any longer. The girl was dating a man that wanted to adopt the boy and Alessandro allowed it. He didn't even know his son was in Toronto until Bridget asked to meet her brother. Apparently Elisabetta told her about her brother and Bridget wanted to meet him. I always thought that's why she started seeing you. You had resources to help her," she said.

"Did you know Alessandro's son was a doctor," he asked.

"A doctor? No. I don't even know if Alessandro knows what he does," his mother said.

"Thanks, ma. I'll talk to you later," he said.

"Are you, OK, Mikey? Madison," she asked.
"We're both fine, Ma. I'll call you later," he said.
"OK, son. I love you," she said.
"I love you, too," he said, ending the call.

He put his phone in his pocket. He rejoined the group in the kitchen.

Everyone looked at him as he entered the room.
"Mom confirmed that Alessandro had a child that would be Bridget's half-brother. Ma doesn't think that Alessandro knows what he does. Bridget wanted to know about her brother and Ma thought that was why she started dating me," Spike said.

Greg and Ed exchanged looks. "Thom ever showed any interest in Madison," Greg asked.

"She's never really said. She doesn't really talk about work too much. Usually a note is involved," Spike said.
"What about Bridget," Ed asked.

"What about her," Spike asked, confused.
"She flirting with you? Making a play for you," Jules asked, amazed as Spike's naivety at times.

"Madison thought she was flirting with me when I stop by the hospital. Bridget did drop by the house after my concussion, but I don't think she was flirting with me," Spike said.
"Maddie thought she was flirting with you," Wordy asked.

Everyone looked at Spike. "So she was flirting with me. I'm with Madison so it doesn't matter," Spike said.
"Well, maybe that's exactly the problem. You said yourself these notes have a different tone. What if Bridget is trying to get your attention," Raf said.

Spike ran his hands through his hair. "Are you saying Bridget is behind this whole thing," he asked.

"Maybe not all, but some of this. It's definitely a possibility," Jules said.

Spike closed his eyes and tossed his head back. He didn't know what to do.

"OK, I'm going to let RCMP know what we think is happening. Maybe they'll find what they need to put an end to this. For both of you," Greg said.

Spike nodded. His phone rang.

"That's Madison," he said, answering his phone. "Hey beautiful." Ed and Sam rolled their eyes.

"There was another note," she said, obviously shaken.

"On your locker," he asked. Everyone looked at him, figuring out what was being said.

"No. This one was in the drawer I use at the trauma desk," she said.

"On the desk," Spike asked.
"Yeah," she said.

"Did anyone see anything," he asked.
"I asked Tina if she saw something. She was here. Oh and so was Bridget. She's still orienting with Tina. No one saw anything," she said.

"Did you call RCMP," he asked.

"Yeah. They're on their way. I just wanted to talk to you," she said.
"I'll head to the hospital now," he said.

"No, Spike. I'm fine. I just needed to hear your voice," she said.
"I'm heading there now, Maddie," Spike said.

"OK. I'll see you soon. I love you," he said.
"I love you, too," she said.

He put the phone back in this pocket.

"I've got to get to the hospital," Spike said.
"Another note," Greg asked.

"Yeah. But it wasn't on her locker. It was in the drawer she uses at the trauma desk," he said.

Ed looked at him. "Each doctor has a drawer at the desk to keep the stuff they like to use. It's usually just notebooks and pens and some supplies. Stuff they need quickly and don't have time to go to the locker room. She said it was in her drawer," he said.
"So something that everyone has access to," Raf said.

Spike nodded.

"Why not her locker? That's where all the other notes were. Or her car," Raf asked.

The Team pondered in silence. Spike looked at everyone. "Security," Spike said.
Everyone looked at him. "The only people allowed in the lounge are doctors. They scan their badges and the door unlocks. They have a special parking level in the parking garage that they access with their key cards," Spike said.

"So either this person can't get into the locker room and garage or wants us to think they can't," Greg said.

"I'm going to go to the hospital and check on Madison," Spike said. Without waiting for a response from the team, he headed out the door.

"What are you thinking," Sam asked Jules.
"I'm thinking that Bridget has something to do with this and that she's not alone," she said.
"My thoughts exactly, Jules. Exactly," Greg said.

"So let's keep looking," Raf said.

The Team gathered around the table planning to figure out the answer to this riddle.

Spike arrived at the hospital and immediately went to the counter. "Hi, Constable," Lois, the regular trauma clerk said. "Dr. McKenna said you were coming and to let you come back."

Spike nodded his thanks and went through the unlocked doors.

Madison was standing at the trauma desk with two RCMP officers.
"Hey," he said, kissing her cheek as he stood next to her.

"Hi. They were just finishing up. This is my boyfriend. Mike Scarlatti," Madison said, introducing Spike to the officers.

"Gregory and Raymond. You're with SRU," Gregory said
Spike nodded.

"We'll add this to the evidence we already have. Let us know if you have any more of these and we'll keep in apprised of anything we find," Raymond said.
Madison and Spike thanked them.
Madison turned to Spike. "This has got to stop," she said, anger in her voice.
"It will. I know this sucks, but we'll get it figured out," he said.

The trauma alert went off and Madison picked up her stethoscope. "I've got to get back to work. I'll see you in a few hours," she said.
"OK. Love you," he said, giving her a quick kiss.

"Love you, too," she said, before heading off to the phone to find out what was being brought in to the centre.

Spike headed out of the hospital. He got in his car and headed back to Madison's condo. He set about cleaning up the place and making sure dinner was ready.

She texted two hours later and said she was on the way home.

Spike had Thai food delivered and had the table set with candles, wine and flowers. He knew Madison was a sucker for daisies. He'd gotten a bunch of white and yellow ones for the table and some brightly colored ones he put in her bedroom.

Madison came home and smiled. The condo smelled like her favorite Thai food and she thought she saw candlelight dancing on the walls. She set her stuff down by the table in the foyer and went into the kitchen. Sure enough, Spike was standing by her chair, fully prepared to serve her dinner.

"Spike," she said before kissing him.

"You deserve this. Not just because of the day you had, but all the time," he said, pulling out her chair.

Madison sighed. She did not deserve someone as amazing as Spike.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Yes you do. I don't deserve you," he said before sitting down next to her.
Madison looked at him. "How did you..." she started to say. "Know what you were thinking? We've been together a year. I can sometimes figure out what you're thinking. And the look on your face told me you were thinking you didn't deserve me. And I don't agree," he said.

They ate in relative silence which Madison found comforting. Neither had to make small talk, they were just happy to be together. They were comfortable with each other.

Despite his protests, Madison cleared the table.

"I'll do the dishes. You find us a movie to watch after my shower," she said.

Spike smiled and kissed her on the cheek before heading to the living room.

Madison went into her bedroom and stripped off her clothes. She went to the bathroom and turned on the shower. She had just stepped in when Spike joined her.

"Thought you might need help with your back," he said, before claiming her for a kiss.

When the water started running cold, they slipped out of the shower and dried off. "I don't think I can ever shower alone," she said, smiling at him.
"Exactly. We can save water by doing it together," he said, kissing her again.

Madison changed into her yoga pants and a U of T sweatshirt. Spike wore his Maple Leafs sweat pants and his Juventus shirt.

They went back into the living room and watched a movie they'd seen a thousand times. Madsion fell asleep halfway through the movie. Spike didn't have the heart to move her, so he threw the blanket from the back of the couch over the two of them and pulled her closer.

They slept for ten hours straight on the couch before Madison woke. "Spike. Let's go to bed," she said.

Spike followed her to the bedroom and they were quickly asleep again.

A week later, RCMP had no new information for Madison and Spike. The strain was showing on Madison. She was more withdrawn and it took some coaxing to get her to come to his parents for their usual dinner night. Spike hated that the bright, outgoing woman he'd first met was changing. Something had to be done about the stalker and soon. Spike was afraid Madison would withdraw even more.

Spike was helping his mom set the table when Madison called.
"I got called into a meeting. I'm on the way," she said.
"Be careful," he said.
She arrived a few minutes later and Spike was so glad to see her. She'd been working nights and he'd worked two ten hours shifts and they hadn't seen each other in three days.

They shared a long kiss that was reflective of their time apart.

"I missed you," he said.
"I missed you, too," she said.

She went into the dining room and Michelina hugged her.

"Hi, Michelina. Where's Dominic," Madison asked as Spike took her purse and coat and put them in his room downstairs.

"He's upstairs. He took me out to lunch this afternoon. We met Alessandro and Elisabetta Rossetti," Michelina said.
"Bridget's parents," Madison said, helping Michelina with setting the table.

"Yes. Our closest friends. Mikey told me you work with Bridget," Michelina said.
"She's a nurse in trauma," Madison said.

Michelina stopped Madison. She put her hand on the Madison's arm. "You know Mike and Bridget dated,"she said.
Madison nodded.
"Then you should know that Bridget is not Mikey's type. I love the Rossetti's but Bridget was not for Mikey. I did not want them to be together, but I love my son so I kept quiet," she said.

"Bridget is interesting. I don't think she likes me too much," Madison said.
"Then she's missing out," Michelina said, hugging Madison.

"Can I get in on the hugging," Spike asked as he came into the kitchen.

Michelina and Madison hugged Spike and he kissed both women on the cheek. "Pop's on the way downstairs. I just checked on him. He enjoyed your lunch today," Spike said.

"It was nice. And the flowers. Your father gave me flowers," Michelina said, grinning.

Madison and Spike smiled. "Speaking of flowers," Spike said before picking up a bag he'd sat on a chair in the kitchen.

"These are for you," he said, handing Madison a bouquet of red roses.

"Spike," she said.
"Just because," he said, knowing what she was thinking.

She kissed him. "Thank you," she said.

Michelina smiled. Dominic entered the kitchen and saw Madison with her flowers.
"The Scarlatti men are giving the florists a lot of business today," Dominic said.
"We are dad," Spike said.
"How are you, Dominic," Madison said, giving the elder Scarlatti a hug.

"I had lunch with my beautiful wife and now dinner with my son and his bella. I'm good," he said, smiling and patting Madison's hand.

Dominic pulled out Michelina's chair while Spike did the same for Madison.

The four enjoyed small talk while having dinner. When the meal was finished, Michelina shooed Spike and Madison out of the room. "I'll clean up. I know you two haven't seen each other in a few days. You're father wants to watch the news, so I'll clean up and join him. Go and get out of here," Michelina said.
Spike kissed his mom and got Madison's coat from his room. She hugged his parents and went outside.
"I'll see you tomorrow for dad's appointment," Spike said. He and Madison had a few days off. Spike followed Madison back to her condo. He really wanted to spend alone time with her.

The minute they were inside the condo and Madison locked the door, Spike couldn't wait. He took her in his arms and kissed her.

Without speaking any words, they somehow made it to the bedroom and spent the rest of the night in bed.

When Madison's phone rang at 7 the next morning, she was not happy.

She saw it was the hospital and immediately thought something had happened to Spike's dad.

"Dr. McKenna," she said, sleep in her voice.
"Madison! I know you have the next few days off, but the training schedule came out today and you need to head to Vancouver for the next month," Rodger said.

Suddenly awake, Madison sat up in the bed. "What," she said, unable to believe it.

"The big Canadian Trauma Symposium had two openings. You were selected to go. Thom's going to, although I don't know why. Anyway, arrangements are being made for you to leave in the next 72 hours," Rodger said.
"Seriously! I have to drop everything and head to Vancouver," Madison asked.
"It's a condition of your employment and the symposium actually asked for you. Apparently your mass casualty initiative you've worked out with Toronto Metro has caught their attention. They want you to meet with people at the symposium and see if they can implement the initiative," Rodger said.
Madison was shocked. She knew Toronto Metro was pleased with the results of her plan, but she had no idea it was known nationwide.

"Send the information," she said.

Spike put his hand on her back. "Bella," he asked.
"My mass casualty initiative has gotten the attention of some important people. They want me to speak about it at the Canadian Trauma Symposium," she said.
"That's great, Doc," Spike said, smiling.

"There's just one problem," she said.
"What," he asked.
"I'll be in Vancouver for a month," she said.

Spike looked at her. "With everything that's happened in the last three weeks, is it wise for you to leave Toronto," Spike asked.

"I don't want to leave Toronto or you, but I sort of have to go to this and maybe being out of the city will let you and the others catch who's stalking me. I'm going crazy here, Spike. I never know if I'm going to get a phone call or a note or a photograph. It's very, very nerve wracking," she said.

Spike pulled on his shirt sat on the bed and watched Madison gather her stuff to pack for the trip. He didn't want her to leave. Especially since he couldn't go and protect her. "I don't want you to go," he said.
"I don't want to go either, but I could lose my job if I don't and I like working at Sunnybrook. Sure the notes are a big turnoff, but I really like it there. And it's where I met you. And this could be a big deal for me. National attention. Getting EMS and police to work with hospitals during major events," she said.

Spike's anger quickly dissipated. "That's true," he said. He kissed her. "But a month," he said.
Madison laughed. He could be such a baby when things didn't go his way. "You're such a baby sometimes. I don't leave for 72 hours," she said, wagging her eyebrows and running her finger down the side of his face.

"Dr. McKenna, are you seducing me," Spike asked, wrapping her in his arms and pulling her closer. He kissed her.

They pulled away and Madison smiled at him. "You're the expert in profiling, what does your profile say about your subject right now," she asked him, still smiling.
"I would have to say my instincts were right," he said, before pulling her closer again and kissing her.

"Do you have a plan for these 72 hours," she asked as she pulled at his shirt.
"I think we can make great use of that time," he said, pulling her shirt over her head.