Disclaimer: I own nothing Flashpoint. Everything else is mine.

Authors Note: Now this chapter has been split up into two parts. It's really heavy on Lane siblings. Set during episode 'Never Kissed A Girl' Cept I got rid of that girl security guard. I hope you all enjoy!

Never Kissed A Girl.-Part 1

"You lied just like everybody else!" The gunman screamed at Ed.

Rebecca's eyes darted back and forth between the two men and she stopped a tremor from showing.

Ed was so calm. "A gun never solved anything. Believe me."

Rebecca looked around the room at the windows; silently hoping the Team was trying something soon!

"Just put the gun down." Her older brother whispered.

The man turned to Rebecca pointing the gun, "You get over next to him. Put your hands up." Rebecca nodded and complied.

Ed gave her a quick glance before turning back to the man who had the gun now trained on his sister.

"It's over. It's over." The man kept whispering, ready to shoot Rebecca. Ed tried to keep his feelings at bay.

"No." Ed pleaded shaking his head.

Fearing for Rebecca. The man just looked at them with a hollow stare.

No emotions masking his face.

"You're time is up."

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

5 Hours Earlier.

Spike had woken up disgruntled, cold, and alone. Rebecca wasn't on her side of the bed and he also could hear yelling coming from downstairs. One that sounded an awful lot like his girlfriend. This was the 4th time in 2 weeks.

Yawning he looked at the clock and it read 6:45. Which was unfair. He didn't have to be awake for another 15 minutes.

Groaning he leaned back into the pillow and tried to ignore his girlfriend. It wasn't until he heard a crash that he opened his eyes. Worried, he rolled over and grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled them up.

He walked out of the bedroom and down the hall before walking down the stairs.

He saw a broken plate resting against the front door. Clearly enduring the wrath of his girlfriend. Stepping over it he caught the end of the conversation.

"No. I don't think you understand big brother. I want NOTHING to do with you. You can say you're sorry for the rest of your life for all I care. Leave me the fuck alone!"

She hung up and dropped it to the floor. She screamed in frustration. Spike winced, also worried the cops were going to be called. He didn't need another thing for the team to hold against him.

That's how they found themselves here. Spike was quiet as he watched his girlfriend at the shooting range. He stood 10 feet away. Arms crossed. Rebecca wasn't shooting for practice. This was anger. She had been in a foul mood all morning

He hoped they worked things out. The Lane siblings had been at it for 3 weeks. It was exhausting.

Rebecca finished her clip and holstered her firearm. She took off her earmuff, Spike as well.

"Feel better?" He asked testing the waters.

"No" She mumbled.

"Maybe you should just talk to him. Clear the water."

"See. The thing is Michaelangelo. I don't WANT to talk to him. I can't believe you are defending him!" She began to raise her voice. Spike wasn't having it.

"He's ON my team Rebecca." He snapped, "We have to be on each others side. If we aren't bad things happen."

She glared at him before glancing at her watch.

"I need to go. You can drop me off at home." She said picking up all her things. Spike looked at her confused.

"You don't have to be at court for another 2 hours. I thought we were going to get breakfast."

She tossed her bag over her shoulder and stared at Spike, "Maybe I'm not hungry. Maybe I want to drive myself. Maybe you should just give me a ride or I'll walk." She sneered walking passed his aggravated form towards his truck.

"Rebecca. Stop it. You are acting like a child." He called after her.

She stopped at the passenger door. "Are you going to give me a ride or not Officer Scarlatti."

"I don't see why you are so mad!"

"You want to know how mad I am. Fine."

Ignoring him she grabbed a magazine out of her back pocket. Unholstered her gun and began to walk back over to the targets. Not bothering with earmuffs she clipped the magazine closed, cocked the gun and didn't even look at the target before firing.

Not missing one. Single. Shot.

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

"So you dropped her off?" Lew asked looking at his friend while tying his boots up. Spike nodded and pulled his normal shirt off, hanging it up on the rack.

"Course I gave her a ride, no way I was going to let her walk home. Especially not pissed off from the gun range, she could kill someone."

"True. Girl is scary with a firearm."

Ed walked into locker room and nodded toward the boys, saluting them.

"Ladies"

"Hey Ed." They responded in sync.

Ed started unbuttoning his shirt, "So. Called my sister this morning. Didn't seem very happy to speak to me."

Spike nodded, "Believe me. The plates and I can agree on that. Then the target at the gun range as well." He put on his

Ed chuckled and let out a low whistle, "She knows how to use a gun. So how is she?"

Spike began pulling his pants up. "Pissed. I'm pretty sure she isn't going to talk to me for the rest of the week. Or at least until she gets out of court and can call me. I'll let her stew and calm down."

Ed looked up from the bench at the younger officer, "That bad?"

"Worse."

Ed was upset, "Which is ridicules. I did everything she wanted. I apologized; I accepted the two of you, why can't she just. Get over it. Ok. So I punched you in the face. Broke your nose a little."

"Besides," Spike walked over and stood in front of the mirror observing his face. "I think you made my nose look better." Ed laughed.

The boys finished getting dressed. Ed decided to stay and check the guns while the boys opted for some training outside.

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

Staring down a scope lens, Ed didn't hear Greg come in.

"Hey. One hole." Greg placed a target against the gate, "How many shots?"

Ed quietly laughed, "Twenty."

Greg smiled, "Nice. That's why you're still my number one."

Ed just smiled, "That's why I'm always number one." He placed the gun on the table. Greg paused before speaking.

"Ed. We're being sued, wrongful death."

Ed turned around and stared at his boss who continued.

"First York Plaza."

Ed glanced away. He couldn't believe it. He walked out of the cage.

"Wrongful death?" He passed by Greg, "We're being sued or I'm being sued?"

Greg watched as his friend stripped off his a jacket with anger, "Technically. You."

Ed opened his locker.

"Look. I know with everything going on with Rebecca, and Spike. It's tense. This is probably the last thing you need. The force is behind you a hundred percent. I'm behind you-"

Ed looked at Greg and rubbed his face, "This is not happening. I was doing my job!"

"I know. Ed. Buddy. They want you down at the courthouse this morning deposition."

Ed didn't care, "I'm on shift."

Greg wasn't buying it. "Ed we need to be seen taking this seriously."

After a bit more coaxing Ed backed down defeated. Grabbing his street clothes he complied with his bosses wished and went down to the courthouse.

Rebecca walked out of the courtroom and looked at her watch for the time. One of the Attorney's Dan walked over to her.

"Thanks a lot for coming out Rebecca. I'm sure the jury will have to convict the man after what he put that poor child through."

Rebecca just shrugged, "Happy to help."

"Hey. I was thinking, want to grab a bite to eat? Maybe a drink-"

She held up her hand to stop him, "Dan. I'm just as happy with Spike as I was 2 months ago."

"Well. Least I tried."

"No harm. Well I need to get going. See you later."

"Yeah. I have another case to get too."

She made her way over to the upstairs bathroom and shut the door.

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

A shooter.

A shooter in the courthouse. Come on. This guy must have some balls. Dialing the boss, Ed put the phone to his ear.

"Boss, it's me." He walked toward the stairs. "Yeah. I figured something was up." He began his decent, "What's his 20?"

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, "An ex con. Fantastic. Look, I am going to find Rebecca and she and I will get security sorted. See you when you get here."

He hung up the phone and began dialing Rebecca's number.

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

Washing her hands she glanced at her cell phone, Ed was calling her again. She really didn't want to answer the phone, but she figured, if he made her morning a complete mess, might as well let him ruin her afternoon.

She picked up the phone and answered.

"Haven't you already ruined my day."

"Rebecca we have a shooter in the courthouse." He was short and straight to the point.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror then turned towards the door.

"What? Shooter? Ed, how do you know?"

"Cause I'm at the courthouse. I need your location. I need you out."

She grabbed her purse and walked out the door, "I'm at the top level bathroom. I can get to the lobby in 4 minutes."

"He's armed and roaming, we don't know where he is, I'm making my way to you now."

"Get out. Get Safe." She whispered.

"Get out. Get Safe. Where are you now?" He replied.

She turned the corner to go down the stairs not looking forward.

"I'm just now going down-"

The gunman was in front of her, weapon raised. "Drop the phone." Rebecca froze. Ed could be heard yelling through the device. Rebecca let it fall to the ground.

"Put your hands up." He demanded. She didn't move. "Now. Put them up!" He got closer. Rebecca complied. "I'm looking for a man named Dan Cheznik. Do you know where he is?"

Dan? The prosecutor she just saw for his case. That Dan Cheznik.

"I'm sorry. I don't know where he is." She whispered, never breaking eye contact.

"Look, you work here don't you?" He questioned.

She disagreed, "No. I'm a specialist in child psychology." Never lie to a suspect, "I'm just here for a case. Dan Cheznik. He's a lawyer right, what did he do."

"He ruined. My. Life!" Walking around Rebecca the man grabbed her arm and kicked her phone down the stairs. Then he pushed her to walk. Sudden;y there were footsteps and they froze in place.

Rebecca saw Ed turning the corner, gun raised. She felt a bit better. The man tightened his hold on her arm.

"Everything okay folks?" Ed asked. His heart picking up speed seeing Rebecca being held hostage.

"He's got a gun." She calmly stated.

The suspect was furious, "Turn around. Get out of here now. Or I will kill her. I swear I will." Ed saw the fear flash in Rebecca's eye before it disappeared.

Ed wasn't going to leave her.

"I said get out of here!" He threatened. Ed stood his ground.

"Okay, you know what?" He held his arms raised, "My names Ed. I'm just working security."

Rebecca's eyes went wide as he lowered his weapon.

"I'm just going set this down. Take the clip out. Put them right here ok?" He set them on the bottom stair. "Just, tell me what you want."

He was bartering with the guy. The guy had a gun to her back and her big brother was trying to barter. Telling him he would call his boss and sort it out. She didn't know whether to be angry or upset.

The man agreed, "You do anything stupid and I will shoot her. Right here, right now. I promise you I will!"

Ed nodded, "I hear you. Look can I just speak to her for a second. I've seen her around the court. Rebecca? It's Rebecca right?" He asked, "You ok?"

"Yeah Ed. I'm fine." She whispered. Ed nodded.

Grabbing his phone he dialed for Greg. He turned and gave Rebecca a reassuring glance.

"It's ok."

She didn't feel like it was.

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

Greg and the team pulled up to the courthouse. His cell began to ring and he picked up.

"Parker here."

"Boss hey it's me. Yeah. I'm in a stairwell, off the third floor. With a young man, what's your name?"

"Young man," He placed his hands on the hood of the truck, "What are you saying Ed. Are you telling me you're with the subject now."

"Yeah."

Greg sighed, "Okay. Hang tight, we're right outside the building."

"We're looking for a prosecutor named Dan Cheznik." Ed pressed.

"You got your gun Ed?" Greg had hope.

"No, no no. It's C-H-E-"

Unarmed. This was not good, "Are you telling me he's got you at gunpoint."

There was a pause, "That's right. Yeah. We just need a location for the young man and my friend Rebecca here."

"Okay. So he's holding Rebecca hostage. Is she hurt."

"Correct. That's right. No. They are both fine Boss."

"Want the team on immediate action plan? Just give me a yes Ed."

"No…No. He's a prosecutor."

"Just stay on the line Ed.

"Boss. I'm going to have to call you back."

Greg complied. "Okay."

Greg turned toward his team, "Stairwell off the third floor. Guys got two hostages, one's a young woman."

"How do we know?" Jules questioned.

"Cause Ed's the second hostage."

A chorus is disbelief hovered over the team. This situation was getting worse by the minute. Greg still had more to tell them.

"Guys, he doesn't have his gun with him. Also. There's something you should know about the female hostage."

Greg turned to Spike.

"It's Rebecca guy. Rebecca Lane is the female hostage."

Spike swallowed and turned to look at the courthouse.

This was not good.

Authors Note: Oh snaps.