Disclaimer:I do not own Flashpoint or anything you recognize from it. ((Angelinsydney, the reason why Spike remained quite during her ordeal (and especially when she told him she loved him in Latin) was because the rest of the team was still listening and that whatever was being recorded would get filed. There were many reasons: Addison didn't want to get Parker in trouble for her and Spike's relationship, she wanted what was between her and Spike to be private, especially when she told him she loved him. That's a pretty private moment in a very intrusive scenario. Hope that helps.))

A/N: Just a quick warning, this chapter is the reason for the rating change, it's not explicit by any means but I'd rather be safe than sorry. If you are uncomfortable with that, please skip the last part of this chapter. Thank you.


The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.G.K. Chesterto

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

The Healing Waters of Hunger

Addison stared at Jules' plate, "Aren't you eating?" She asked crankily.

Jules shook her head and stared at her friend across the table, "Just soaking it all in." She smiled.

"I don't know how I could miss you and your damn smiling all the time." Addison quipped, reaching for yet another serving of pasta.

"I think they should lock you back up." Jules quipped with a wider grin.

Spike rolled his eyes, the Italian food was good but he knew his ma's was better, which reminded him, "Mom wants you to come home and visit when you feel better." He gently reminded the bear.

Addison nodded, shovelling more food into her mouth, "Were they starving you?" Jules asked slightly disgusted and amused by Addison attacking her food.

She shook her head, "No, but I didn't feel like eating." She replied seriously.

"So, what are your plans?" Jules asked, finally deciding it was safe to grab another breadstick without having Addie growl at her.

She shrugged, ignoring the quick shot of pain, "I'm going to spend a few days here, healing and then I'm going to end this." She said, draining her glass of water.

Spike stood to refill it, "Are you sure?" He asked, wanting to give her another option they all knew she couldn't afford to take.

She nodded, "I have to end things now before I can move on." She answered, her fingers briefly touching his as she accepted the filled cup. They shared a quiet smile that warmed Addison to her toes.

"Are you going to get in trouble?" Jules asked.

Addison glanced away from the heat and promise in Spike's eyes to glance at her friend, "For what?"

"For leaving the hospital, for kicking the guards out?"

She smirked at her friend, "They need me and at this point, they're just testing to see how far they can push me."

"So…Agent Brent—" Jules began.

She frowned lightly and took another noncommittal sip of water, "Is now my boss." She earned incredulous glances from both of them before sighing and setting the cup back down on the table, "He didn't say anything because he was testing me and he knew that if I knew he was my boss, I would never have willingly helped them catch Miller."

"Wait, so you're saying they let us do all the dirty work?" Spiked asked, his hands flexing angrily on the table. He knew Brent was trouble, damn it: he should have kicked the man's ass from the start.

"That and they really want me back." She quietly replied.

Jules cursed and both Addison and Spike stared in horror at the things she muttered, "You seem so innocent and sweet but…" Addison commented to herself, shocked that Jules knew that many curses.

"You're not leaving." Spike and Jules snapped at the same time.

Addison turned her attention back to the food, "You should see if your mom can make this." She said to Spike but sighed when she realised they were still frowning at her. "I have to go and take care of Miller. And quite frankly, you insult me by thinking I'd leave all of your ugly faces." She snapped.

Jules nodded, pacified, "Now pass me the garlic bread before you eat it all."

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"Its time for you to go to bed now." Spike said, glancing over his shoulder to see another jaw-breaking yawn take over Addison.

She shook her head, "You didn't have to kick Jules out." She muttered.

"I didn't. I just told her we have to work tomorrow and she really needs to catch up on her beauty sleep." Spike explained, rinsing the dishes.

"I want to take a shower." Addison announced, using her cane to hoist herself up, grunting and huffing under her breath.

"Call if you need me." Spike said offhandedly. She stared at his back and scrutinised what she saw. She noted the bunch of his shoulders, the tension radiating off from him, his forced nonchalance…she nodded and slowly left the kitchen to hobble her way towards the bathroom.

She knew he was just as affected as she was, maybe even more so but he was giving her time and space to decompress and heal. She snorted and slowly began the arduous task of stripping out of her clothes, if she were in his place: she'd do the same. She shook her head, last time she had allowed him to turn away when she offered herself to him but this time, this time she wanted a piece of him: she needed to feel the heat of his caress. She was tired of being alone.

Turning the water on and waiting for it to warm before she stepped in, she paid heed to her cast and quickly washed her hair: knowing Mike, he probably hated himself for not being able to save her. And it pained her to know that regardless of what she said, he would still think he had failed her. So, she had decided she would help him get over this complex.

"Mike! Mike, help me!" She shouted, realising her voice couldn't reach that high of an octave but still, it did the job when he sprinted into the bathroom, ripped the curtain aside and stared at her, a harried and worried look in his eyes.

"What the hell?" He asked angrily noting she wasn't under attack. He swallowed and tried to pull his attention away from her nudity and stare at her wounds, he began shaking and didn't even realise he was gripping the curtain in his fist until she slowly pried it from his gasp.

"Its okay, Mike. It doesn't hurt, nothing does anymore." She quietly said, her heart breaking when a new wave of desolation swam in his eyes. So far, her plan was a miserable failure. Instead of turning him on, she somehow had reminded him of his nonsensical guilt.

He shook his head, "I should leave you alone." He quietly said, his voice rougher than sandpaper.

"I need help…washing my back." She replied innocently, it was a horribly thin excuse but it didn't matter.

He stared at her before nodding to himself, "Turn around." He said, making no move to enter the shower with her.

She stared at him in horror: he really wasn't making it easy on her, "There's no way in hell I'm going to. You have to come in." She snapped and raised an eyebrow when he made a move to argue, "I don't want water everywhere." She explained reasonably, though at this point, she didn't even care.

He sighed torturously, "Fine. But I'm leaving my underwear on." He muttered.

She smirked, "Like that's going to stop me from accosting you. What? I'm just saying if I was to make a move on you." She explained innocently when he shot her a dirty look. She swallowed the lust down and slowly squirmed again, the throbbing now an incessant painful ache: she inhaled the steamy air and let her eyes roam over muscled plains of flesh. She frowned and stared accusingly at his boxers, my enemy, she thought angrily.

He stepped in and closed the curtain, encasing them in their own little world. Addison had never showered with another man before, it never appealed to her and gods forbid if someone fell and died? Not the way she wanted to be remembered, quite frankly. But with Mike? There was not one thing that didn't appeal to her, hell: even sharing a meal with him turned her into a puddle of hormones. He gently grasped the elbow of her casted hand and lifted it, letting it rest on his bare shoulders, "Your hair too?" He asked huskily and she nodded dry-mouthed, quickly forgetting that she had already watched it.

She shuddered slightly when his eyes fell to her mouth and she licked her lips, daring him to do something. He reached for the bottle of shampoo instead and she sighed, she almost had him if it weren't for his damn stubbornness. She watched him through lust-ridden eyes as he squeezed a small circle in his hands and began massaging her scalp. Her head fell back in a moan and she raised her free hand to slide it up his chest, so far gone that she didn't notice the way he trembled. "Ready?" His husky voice asked.

She felt him reach over her head to move the spray-nozzle of the shower and she moved her head to graze her lips against his bicep, she couldn't see him with her eyes being closed but she knew by his sudden sharp intake of air that he had liked it. "Okay, keep your eyes closed."

Addison let him rinse and condition her hair, and then she opened her eyes and stared in his almost black eyes that were darkened with lust, "Pass me the soap." She whispered.

He swallowed and reached over, grabbing the small square and handing it to her, "Now, don't move." She ordered quietly.

"Addie…" He warned.

She shook her head and began to slowly wash his arms and chest with her one hand. She ignored everything: the plains of muscle, the golden skin, the way his breath caught and focused on calming her erratic heart. She had wanted to fall to her knees and devour him but her ribs still ached and she had no intentions of flopping around like a fish. So instead, she did the next best thing and lathered her hand and dropped the soap, "Addison—" Mike began.

She shook her head, "I'm not done yet." She slowly moved her hand down, staring intently into his foggy eyes.

"Addie, please—" He whispered and neither of them really knew or cared if he meant to stop her or encourage her as her hand encircled him. He shoved one hand in her hair and the other slid down the length of her back as he pulled her to him. She moved closer and snagged his lips with hers, tasting his need: everything around them fell away and she swallowed his moans until she felt him stiffen.

"Damn it, Addie." He muttered, bending to nuzzle her neck, "You're going to have a very large water bill."

She smirked, too overcome with need to do anything else; she cupped his neck and devoured his mouth. He released her hair and snagged another bar of soap, "seriously?" He asked amusedly, he hadn't noticed until now that she had four or five different types of soap.

She shrugged, she was too hormonal to even smile and frowned crankily instead, "Different soaps for different moods."

He grinned, she had claws and he loved that about her, he lathered his hands and began soaping her arms, her back—her head fell back on a moan when he began 'washing' her front. She shivered and tried to move closer to him, "I'm going to kill you." She muttered, her voice riddled with unquenchable need.

He laughed and ran his hand down her stomach, kneeling to wash her legs and thighs until he felt her quivering. He stood back up and lifted her wounded hand back to rest on his shoulder as he ran his hand over her stomach again, letting his fingers flutter between her legs. "Mike." She gasped and widened her stance for him, and moaned into his mouth when his hand stoked the warmth between her legs.

Spike held her as she grew wild, falling apart in his arms and damn if he didn't almost explode when she did. He held her until the water grew almost unbearably cold before he reached down and turned the knobs off. "Addie, honey, its time to go to bed now." He whispered, glancing down and gently wiping the wet-locked strands of hair from her face. He smiled to himself and slowly hefted her closer to his chest, trying not to jostle the sleeping woman in his arms. He snagged a towel and carried her to her bedroom where he began tenderly drying her hair. He ran his hand through her hair: feeling a flutter in his stomach and he frowned, trying to dislodge the odd sensation.