Disclaimer: I own nothing Flashpoint Or Michael Buble. Everything else though is mine.

Authors Note: Second Chapter! Doesn't take place during an episode. Just a filler. Features some Ed, Dancing, Families and pillow talk. There is also some spoken Italian, translations at the bottom if interested. Also I did not know Spikes fathers name. So for now he is Dominic. Mother is Maria. If you know something I don't let me know so I can fix it later! ^_^ So please enjoy this next segment in our adventure!

So She Dances.

It was the most stressful encounters of her life. On one random morning she got a big surprise. It seemed like a normal day. Spike had left her house after spending the night when to her surprise, Ed just shows up out of the blue not even 30 minutes later. Not wanting to seem suspicious she let him in.

"So. Big brother, what do I owe this pleasure?" She asked making casual conversation.

"Can't a brother want to say hi to his baby sister? Thought we could go to the range, shoot a couple of rounds."

"Ed." She crossed her arms, not buying his story.

"What!" He laughed.

Rebecca narrowed her eyes; "You have work in just little over an hour, and I have to go to the studio in about 20 minutes."

"So?"

"So? You can't just show up here! I have things to get done, and I still haven't packed my bag- "

"Why?" He questioned leaning forward a bit.

"Why what?" She asked annoyed.

"Why isn't your bag packed? Not like you, Ms punctual."

Well holy shit, big brother was reading her. She thought.

Tough luck on him! She knew those queues! She trained with those! Besides, She wasn't going to tell him it was because she had spent the majority of her morning making out with her boyfriend on the kitchen counter. So she played it cool.

"I woke up late. Been kind of restless lately and-"

"New boyfriend? Saw the toothbrush last time I stopped by." He didn't even seem ashamed.

She opened her mouth and shook her head in disbelief.

"You mean broke in. God, Ed. You can't just-"

"Someone involved with my baby sister, is my concern."

They had argued for about an hour. She finally told him it belonged to a friend. A dancer from the studio who sometimes needed to crash. While he was clearly male, his affections did not stir toward the female gender.

He left, not completely believing her story but accepting it. She let out a shaky breath and walked over to the laundry basket. So glad Ed had not snooped around. Seeing how the top item of the freshly folded clothes was a dark mans shirt.

One that said SRU.

Knowing that it would not be the last time Ed would break in, she knew things had to change.

Maybe she would get a dog.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Rebecca bent forward catching her breath and staring at herself in the mirror. She had just finished up her 12 o' clock jazz class. An advanced class and it had kicked everyones ass. It felt so good to be back in the studio though. In Chicago she had gotten a job as head instructor but it was just different here.

She built this place, her blood, sweat and tears went into getting her dream. There was no feeling that could replace that.

Walking over to her bag she picked up her water bottle and took a long sip, closing her eyes and enjoying the cold liquid hydrate her.

"Excuse me?" A familiar voice spoke into the room. "I'm looking for my girlfriend have you seen her?" Rebecca wiped her mouth and turned toward the man in the room who kept speaking.

"She's about 5'5, brunette, wonderful posture, and dance instructor? You kinda look like her."

Rebecca just closed her eyes and ignored him as she walked over to the stereo, "If you are here for the class, it's not for another 10 minutes. You can wait in the lobby though." She began to rifle through her iPod. Setting up for her next class.

Spike walked in and made his way over to her, admiring the view. She was wearing her 'Dance It Out' leotard with some leggings and heels. He could see her hair was out of place meaning she had just finished another class not to long ago. He loved seeing her like this. There was shame in the desire that built up inside.

"Actually I'm just doing a drive by." He said coming up behind her, wrapping his arms around her midsection, "Nice outfit." He whispered in her ear.

Rebecca snorted and turned her head, "Thanks perv. I'm serious though." She walked out of his grasp and back over to her duffle bag, reaching in she picked up a shawl and tied it around her waist.

"I have class soon." She pointed out.

One of the male instructors walked in.

She nodded over to the young man, "Jesse is here and we kind of need to warm up."

Spike shrugged "Ok." He unzipped his jacket before shoving it off, as well as his knee guards. He chucked them to the floor by the mirror.

"Then lets warm up." He said placing his hands on his hips staring at her.

Rebecca looked at her boyfriend like he was insane. Not that she was surprised. Rebecca loved dancing with Spike; it was one of things that made her fall in love with him. She found out after they had just met. He was dropping Clark off for Ed at her studio when he caught the tail end of one of her Salsa classes. He made it known all Scarlatti men knew how to dance, and dance they did.

"You are wearing your uniform." She pointed out.

"No. I am wearing a very fitted black shirt and cameo pants. Also, this wouldn't be the first time I danced in these boots." He said looking down while rocking back and forth.

Rebecca looked behind Spike at Jesse, "You ok with this?"

Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "Honey if it means I get to watch your fine man dance, by all means. Warm up."

"See," Spike said cheeky, "Jesse is fine with it."

Rebecca gave up and nodded. "Ok. Jesse come here." He ran over and she handed him the remote.

"Number 3 please." She walked over to Spike and stood in front of him. "I take it you haven't forgotten how to Cha Cha?"

The musical styles of Michael Buble's 'Save the Last Dance' filled the room. Spike grabbed her wrist and spun her out before spinning her back in and dipping her.

He brought her up fast and they broke apart to begin. He turned to her and winked.

"You just let me lead."

Jesse watched the couple chasse with ease. Bodies perfectly in sync with each other. Just knowing how to respond to each other's movements. Sometimes they would improvise and it was as if they had written the steps in stone. Nothing faltered. He sighed and set down resting his chin on his knees. Watching the couple just create beauty.

Spike took Rebecca's hand into a basic cross body lead; she laughed at how serious he pretended to be. She slowly chassed out and he spun in a small circle, finally breaking a smile and switching hands before bringing her back in.

The students slowly made their way into the studio and stood against the wall watching their teacher do the Cha Cha with some strange man.

When the music ended Rebecca just laughed and gave him a kiss.

"Try smiling next time!" She scolded.

"Hey! I was being professional!" He said jokingly.

Jesse stood up and cleared his throat as he pointed behind them. Rebecca and Spike turned around to see her students clapping and whistling. She blushed and began pushing Spike towards his belongings. Also speaking to them faster than normal.

"Hi guys! This is my friend Spike. He was just leaving, but I hope you caught a glimpse of his form during the cross turn lead, because I know a few of you need to tighten that up." She picked up his jacket and knee guards and shoved them into his arms. Spike smiled.

"Aw. It's like your teacher is embarrassed that she got caught dancing with her hot cop boyfriend kids." He taunted.

She narrowed her eyes, "Goodbye Spike! Say goodbye kids!"

Spike waved and made his way out the door. Rebecca rubbed her hands over her face. The rest of the day she didn't hear the end of the comments.

"He is SO dreamy Ms. Lane!"

"Are you guys getting married?"

"Dude! I told you tough guys could dance!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Spike yawned walking up to his house. Unlocking the door he stepped inside and dropped his duffle on the floor.

"Ma!" He called out setting his keys in the bowl, "Dove Sei? I'm home."

He heard his mother laugh, "In the kitchen Michaelangelo. Vieni ora!"

Walking down the hallway he stopped in the doorway of the kitchen. He saw Rebecca leaning against counter watching his mother cut up vegetables drinking a glass of red wine. When his mother saw him she smiled and set the knife down and wiped her hands.

"Michaelangelo!" She squealed in excitement.

She walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. Then suddenly slapped him on the back of the head.

Needless to say it caught Spike off guard, and almost made Rebecca spit out her wine.

"Ma? What!" He yelled.

"You! Michaelangelo Scarlatti! You've been dating for 3 months and you bring her home now?" She hit him again. "Ho insegnato meglio di così!"

"It's complicated ma! Lei non ha nemmeno detto la sua famiglia ancora" He defended himself.

"Ay you two!" She walked back over to the vegetables. She picked them up and dropped then in the bowl by Rebecca, "This sneaking around is going to get you in trouble." She gave Rebecca's cheek a soft pat. "You need peace. Your heart is hurting. Now." She wiped her hands again, "I am going to go check on Dominic. Spike you need to wash up."

She walked out of the kitchen and Spike walked over to the sink. Rebecca took a carrot and started to bite pieces off, rather loud at that. Spike took the sign and turned slightly to look at her.

"What?" He asked curiously.

"Oh nothing." –bite- "I just forgot how sexy" -bite- "you get when you speak Italian." He smiled and wiped his hands. Then turned to face her.

"Is that so." He took the carrot from her. She swallowed her piece and he backed her up against the counter. He began to whisper in her ear very quiet, "Tu sei la donna più bella del mondo" When she was pinned he brought her into a hug. "I missed you." He mumbled.

Rebecca smiled, "You could've said the windows are dirty and I would still melt. So unfair." She gazed up at him and wrapped her arms around his waist. "You also saw me earlier today. Which by the way was the highlight of my class." He smiled and leaned back to look at her.

"Did you have to break some hearts? Let them know I am a taken man"

She nodded, with a fake glum face, "The majority of them are 17. So I am pretty sure you will have your name written on some notebook for the next week."

Spike ran his hands around her waist and lifted her up onto the counter. Rebecca pulled back.

With an innocent expression she looked at her boyfriend curiously. "Spike. My most wonderful darling. What do you think you are doing?"

"Well." He standing in between her legs, beginning to trail kisses along her jaw, "I was going to make out with my girlfriend before my mom caught us."

Rebecca closed her eyes, desire sweeping through her body. "Spike-" She gasped, trying to catch her thoughts, "…I don't think I want your parents catching us. Especially after what happened to the last girl your mom caught."

"Oh god…." He groaned sliding his face to the crook of her neck. "I can't believe she told you that."

She pushed him back, "Oh honey. I've been here since 5pm. I got plenty of stories. Did she really have a tongue piercing? Cause if you like that, I'd be willing to make an except-"

"Ok." He released himself from her grasp, "We are done with this conversation." He walked away from Rebecca who jumped off the counter chasing after him.

"Honey! You don't think I'd look good?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*.

Dinner had been wonderful. Rebecca loved the Scarlatti family. She knew not to bring up Spikes job because his father disapproved so the topics were light and flowing. After 3 different desserts and a large glass of wine his parents retired for the evening. Rebecca followed spike to his room where they just laid on the bed curled up together. Taking in the peace and quiet.

"We should go dancing more." She said yawning.

Spike chuckled, "Like back in the day? Those Salsa clubs we would get kicked out of cause you would start a fight."

"I couldn't help myself. Besides, we were on fire. Once you told me you could dance it was over. Not to mention the sexual tension- "

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Please don't bring that up. I tend to push that part of our life in the back of my mind. Just makes me think about Ed and that is scary-"

"Speaking of. Ed almost caught us." She interrupted.

Spike opened his eyes, "Run that by me one more time. Because I clearly must have misheard you."

Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"He found your toothbrush, and almost saw your shirt in my hamper. Speaking of, when did you leave it there."

Spike laughed and poked her side, "I didn't. You stole it. Remember."

Rebecca thought about it for a moment, "That's right. When I snuck out of here." Rebecca intertwined her hands with Spike's, "We have to make a decision soon. Your mom has a point. I have to tell my family. It's only right. My parents wont care, Roy definitely wont care"

Rebecca sighed, "Its just Ed I am worried about. I don't want him killing you. I kinda like you."

"Yeah." He tugged her closer and sighed dramatically, "I don't feel much like dying. Plus. I kinda like you too."

She sat up and stared at him, "Are you ok with this? It's not just about me you know. I love you Michaelangelo Scarlatti. I need to know how you feel about this."

Spike smiled and just pulled her back into his arms. "Don't worry about it. I'm here for the long haul Ms. Lane. I can take whatever your brother is going to dish out. Even if it's a couple punches. "

Rebecca swallowed the lump in her throat. That's what worried her.

Rough Translations: (Thanks to Google!)

Dove Sei: Where are you, Vieni ora: Come Now, Ho insegnato meglio di così: I taught you better than that.

Lei non ha nemmeno detto la sua famiglia ancora: She hasn't even told her family yet

Tu sei la donna più bella del mondo: You are the most beautiful woman in the world.