Next up Jules, yes the plan is to jump through all characters' POV and switching from Flashpoint to SWAT and back again.

Jules leads Chris into the restaurant Sarge had chosen for this team night. She can spot Spike and the guys from her team already at the table.

"Beer or wine?" Sam's voice from the side makes her head turn. Almost in synch, Jules and Chris reach for the beers he is carrying.

"Hey, these were for…" Sam huffs, but Chris holds out her bottle to Jules and they clink, leaving behind Sam to head back to the bar.

"I see you already got our drinks," Ed chuckles before adding, "Wordy just texted he got the rest of our American friends."

Jules tries to focus on what Greg is saying and not to look too much at Sam. For some reason, he had chosen her favorite shirt tonight, and when they had walked past him before, she had gotten a whiff of his aftershave, and all her senses were tingling. From the looks of it, he would be putting all his attention on Chris tonight.

It's for the mission. She tries to tell herself, but Jules can't help the jealousy rising in her. Even if Sam didn't want to believe her, it had hurt to make this decision. To end their relationship. There was no other solution. Team One was, is their family.

"You look… bored," a voice from her right pulls her out of her spiral and Jules wants to turn to whichever idiot dared hitting on her this way and just give him a piece of her mind, but when her eyes land on Street her words get stuck.

"Maybe, more like thinking about the case," she mutters, blushing slightly at being caught staring at the almost flirty behavior across the bar. She turns away when Sam mock-bows and somehow manages to convince Chris to dance to whatever the heck was on the jukebox.

At that moment, Jules regrets having invited the fellow officer to stay with her.

"Why don't I believe you?" Street mutters, sliding into the stool next to her and following her gaze.

"Okay, what do you want?" Jules takes a harsher tone with the man to her side because she sure as hell won't admit right now what's on her mind.

"I thought we should do what they are doing," he nods in the direction where Sam and Chris are dancing and laughing together.

"I really don't feel like dancing," Jules replies and takes a swig of her beer. "I meant getting to know each other," Street shrugs and Jules feels his arm hit the bar top behind her. "We will need to find some trust when we are going in," he continues and nods his head to the door. "Wanna show me the city some more?"

Jules shakes her head with a laugh. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I can't leave," she points to Chris, "We could, though, grab a booth and just talk. I do have some questions about your past interactions with the cartel," she gestures to the back and gets up.

She leads them to a booth and slides into her seat. Street was a few paces behind Jules with two fresh beers in hand. "Oh, that kind of story?" she raises her eyebrows at him but takes the bottle, nonetheless.

"Not quite," he replies, taking a seat. "How much do you know?"

"Well, I know you were in their distribution network as a driver and apparently had a chance to get closer, but something went wrong there. Your CI got arrested, and that's when they pulled you out, right?" Jules takes a swig from her beer and summarizes what she read. "How does one become a driver for a drug cartel?"

She leans back and tilts her head. A smirk appears on Street's face almost immediately.

"Funny story, actually," he reaches for his beer. "Would you believe me if I said it was an accident?"

Jules frowns in disbelief. "How does one stumble into that position on accident?"

She couldn't work it out but soon was listening to Street explain how he initially was just investigating the street race scene and their connection to a couple of high-end car thefts.

"You see, I had to race a bit myself to get into the group, and one night, one of the girls started chatting me up," he rolls his eyes a bit, but by the way his chest lifts up, Jules can't help but grin and interject "Uh, huh, just how you like it, right?"

"Hey," he holds a hand to his heart, "I am a gentleman. But anyways, turns out it was Sophia Salazar," Jules nods in recognition of the name. "She asked if she could take a spin in the car, and ah, well, one thing led to another…." Street trails off and starts laughing at Jules's shocked expression.

"You didn't…" she sputters out in almost disgust. How should she trust this man?

"No, come on. I didn't do anything immoral. We just took the Maserati for a spin, but unfortunately, LBPD decided to raid the parking structure at exactly the moment she hoped in. So, I had no choice but to speed off, and that's how I got on Sergio's radar!" Street finishes his story with a wink, and Jules stares at him while he empties his bottle.

"But I do remember you used her as a CI," Jules finds her voice after a deep breath. She observes Street cringe a bit. "She never knew I was a cop, but yes, I used her for information,"

"I see. But why did they pull you out then after her arrest?" Jules taps the table before signaling for two fresh beers. "What did they arrest her for anyway? It wasn't in the files,"

Street rolls his eyes, exasperated. "About that," Jules can see he isn't completely happy with that part at all.

"I had to switch cars, Sergio's request, for the race that night. I was on my own, just wore the wire and handed over the recordings the next day in a diner. Sophia offered to drive my car over to the racing point. It was a convenient option and all, but unfortunately, she ran a red light, and PD stopped her. The cops found a gun in the glove box. And Sophia started to sell out low-level dealers from the network as soon as she sat down with a detective. They had to pull me before she sold me out; therefore, my next race was busted, and I accidentally drove into the blockade,"

"I see," Jules nods. "So, you plan to use your connection to her to get back in now? Why would you need me then?" she asks, trying to understand what the thinking was. The team from LA had proposed sending Street in when the time was right, but she couldn't fathom the need for a girlfriend.

"Not quite," Jules would swear when Street looked down, it was to hide a blush, "I can't just show up in Canada of all places and flirt with her. I never did really. It was all her," he tries telling her in earnest, but Jules calls him on it.

"Right, just like you haven't smiled at me at all!" she points her finger at him. "Don't even think of lying to me. I can read you and kill you from a hundred yards plus,"

"God, what is it with you sniper types… always threatening to kill me," Street laughs, and Jules tilts her head. "Chris," he explains before turning back to face Jules.

"I didn't cross any lines," he holds up his hand to keep Jules from interrupting, "but yeah, I didn't exactly discourage her either. It was convenient to have her by my side. Sergio trusted me, and I got in very quickly."

After that, Street somehow managed to turn the tables on Jules, and she found herself answering a lot of questions about herself, her team, and how they worked. About two hours later, Jules feels herself yawning and finally glances at her watch.

"Oh, wow. Time flies in good company," she smiles, "but I seriously need some sleep."

She glances around and spots Chris, now talking to Spike at the bar.

"I'll see you in the morning," Jules calls out to everyone and then meets up with Chris, who has already slipped back into her jacket.

Next, we will see how Street is going about this fun assignment.