Disclaimer: I won nothing Flashpoint. I even checked my hopes. But nope. Still nothing. Just anything not in the show.

Authors Note: Not as angtsy as I wanted. It just didn't feel right. So I have mini angst. Shortest Chapter as of yet. Blah. I just needed to post it so I can get the others up! (BTW outlining Season 2. Has my heart in pieces. So sad)

ALSO! Thank you to everyone reviewing, and thank you to all the new readers who put me on alerts, and a big thank you to the people sticking with me from the beginning! I love writing, and I love writing these characters. Thank you all :) I'm debating now if I want season two adventure to continue on this one or create a new story sequel.

Backwards Day.

"You see! This. This is why we cant have nice things." Rebecca stuttered as she stumbled through her front door. Knowing Spike was behind her, she let the heavy door slam to him. Knowing his injured hand would catch it. Which it did.

"Fucking A-" He shook out the pain, "Rebecca!"

"Oh I'm sorry?" She laughed and turned around, dropping 4 inches as she kicked off her heels. "Did that hurt? "

"Look." Spike growled, "I'm the one who has a right to be mad."

Rebecca took out some pins and let her hair down, "God! Spike he was talking to me."

She tossed her purse on the couch.

Spike stood in the middle of the living room, "Yeah there was touching! He had his hands all over your ass!"

"GODDDDD SPIKE. Who cares! I wasn't going to do anything." She took out her earrings and tossed them on the table.

"Rebecca you can't keep this up."

Rebecca snorted, "I'm just having fun."

"Rebecca." He hissed. "I'm serious!"

She rolled her eyes and sat on the edge of the couch, feeling slightly nauseous.

"So am I Spike! I take everything seriously. Have you not see my life? Big whole bowl of seriousness."

"Right. "

Rebecca stood silent in front of Spike.

"You know what Spike. I don't have to listen to this. You can leave."

Spike was now beyond frustrated. He was tired, exhausted, and his hand hurt.

"Fine."

Not even giving her second glance he walked passed her and through the front door, slamming it on his way out. Rebecca wanted to laugh, or did she want to cry. She didn't really know. Except that she needed a bathroom. She barely made it to the bathroom before the night began to take its toll.

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

What was with today? Insane girlfriend. Oversleeping. Uncomfortable pants. Just piss on him. Seriously. Could the day get worse?

"I told her. Line-Dry only!" Spike groaned frustrated. He zipped up his pants; "She keeps putting my pants in the dryer."

Wordy just stared at him, "Hold up, hold up. Your mom still does your laundry?"

If there was a day he could've had a free hit at someone.

"Hey! She's Italian okay? Try stopping her." He rebutted. Which was true. It wasn't like he didn't know how to do laundry. He just happened to live someplace where someone LOVED doing laundry.

Sam walked into the locker looking all sorts of smug.

"Gentleman." He acknowledged.

Lewis grabbed his jacket and put it on. "Miss you at choir practice last night man."

"That's another round you owe the boys," Wordy spoke up, "Don't let that add up."

Sam just shrugged, "I lay down for 20 min, I open my eyes and suddenly it was 6am."

Spike understood that, "I hate when that happens."

"Samtastic sleeping alone." Lew quipped. "What's this world coming too."

"Don't know man." Sam answered.

"It's alright, you didn't miss much" Lew placed a hand on Spikes shoulder, "Spike here ended up leaving anyways. How did that turn out?"

"You mean, when I found my extremely drunk, scantily clad girlfriend doing some sexy tango with an equally drunk, very touchy man at a club. How do you think it turned out?"

He asked staring at his hand. Opening and closing it while wincing.

Lew tied up his boots and looked at Spike, "You punched him."

Spike nodded and shrugged on his jacket, "And got us kicked out of the club."

"Damn. How's was Rebecca."

"She was drunk and pissed off. How do you think she was?"

Sam whistled, "Damn."

Spike laughed, "You are telling me. We got into a screaming match. She acted like a kid, I was pissed. She kicked me out. So, here we are."

Wordy laughed, "Looks like the honeymoon phase is over."

Spike punched his shoulder. Even though it hurt like a bitch, it would have to do for now.

Ed walked in looking serious. There was still a job to do.

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

Rebecca was not really feeling the gym this morning, but she needed to do something active or she was going to get sick. So why not take out some issues on the bag. She wrapped up her hands and rolled her shoulders warming up. Hopping back and forth she did a few jabs. Stepping in front of the bag she began to take out all her frustrations.

It had been a crappy morning.

From vomiting the good portion of the night, ranting to her dog on the bathroom floor for another good portion, and remembering her fight with Spike. Today just seemed so off.

It was his fault. -hit- He didn't have to act like a fucking Neanderthal -hit- we were just dancing! -hit- So what if I go out. -hit- She thought.

Tammy walked into the gym looking a little worse for wear. It was to be expected. They got down last night. Fraternities would be proud. On their own behalf though, it was Tammy's 30th birthday. So she deemed it allowed.

Walking over, Tammy stood behind the bag and held onto it as Rebecca continued to damage.

"I don't think I recognize noise anymore. Aside from the sound of me vomiting." She groaned.

Rebecca smiled, "I'll agree to that. Cept add a very angry drunk Rebecca, and jealous boyfriend. You have my soundtrack to this morning."

"Oh shit!" Tammy laughed and covered her mouth, "I forgot about that! I called him! He took us home. He was pissssssssssssssed. Didn't he punch a guy?" She gasped.

Rebecca slammed her elbow into the bag. Hard.

"Yep. Thanks for that by the way. Calling him, I mean. We got thrown out."

Tammy just shook her head, "And I vomited in my driveway. And my kitchen sink. And my bathroom. Oh god. Rebecca why did we think we could do that. We aren't 21 anymore."

Rebecca stopped punching and rested her forehead against the bag, shaking it and laughing.

"Because we had something to prove? I don't know. God. I can't believe last night."

Tammy let go of the bag and nodded, "Honestly though. You really can't blame Spike."

"Sure I can. I'm doing it right now." She pointed to herself.

Tammy narrowed her eyes, "Rebecca."

"He insinuated I go out to much. Like I'm some sort of crazy drunk!" She argued wiping her face on a towel she had next to her.

"Well. It has been excessive lately." Tammy pointed out, her hands on her hips.

Rebecca pouted and kicked the bag.

"Come on. I just. Going out relaxes me. I have some things going on." She kicked it again barely missing Tammy. She jumped out of the way.

"Rebecca!"

"Sorry. Fuck!" She screamed and punched the bag, "I hate when he is right."

Tammy just walked over and gave her friend a pat on the back, "You're the one dating a genius."

"Right." She took a swig of water, "Lucky me. Maybe I should talk to someone?"

Tammy laughed, extremely loud, "Honey. The richest doctors in the world couldn't get through that skull."

Rebecca laughed and lay on the mat in the gym. Things needed to be sorted out.

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

We need to talk.

5 hours later and all she got was a text. She had been calling him all morning, in hopes to talk. If he didn't even have the courtesy to call her. It refueled the anger from earlier and she almost didn't want to respond.

Then maybe answer a fucking call.- R

Patrolling all morning. When was I suppose to. Say sorry Greg. Step out a min?- S

She looked around and yawned. Not wanting to admit how dumb she probably sounded.

Whatever. I need to get back to work.- R

Shut up. You don't have a class till 3. Look I got to do something tonight. Ma needs me home-S

Everything ok?- R

I don't know. Come by the station tomorrow. Please?- S

Knowing she had no choice she agreed.

Fine. See you.-R

Love you. –S

She sighed and replied.

Love you too.-R

Getting up from the chair she whistled and walked down the hallway into Tammy's office. She knocked and entered. Tammy was watching Choreography tapes.

"Hey. Want to go down memory lane? Pop in some MC Hammer and jam until next class?"

Tammy laughed and closed her computer.

"Sure. Maybe we can sweat the alcohol out."

Rebecca smiled, "I was thinking the same exact thing."

Authors Note: More to come!