Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own Flashpoint. Damn.

Authors Note: I promised you another chapter. Kingsley park is fake. My fake park in Canada. Just putting that out there.

Another note: Breast Cancer is a very serious subject. I am in no way bringing this matter as a joke of any kind into this story. Rebecca is a woman, they go through this stuff every day. Finding lumps, the worries, the ifs, the concerns. It hits close to home with people I know. So. Wanted to shed some light. here we go!

The conclusion.

Never Let You Go.

Rebecca woke up from a deep sleep and stretched out in her bed. She opened her eyes when she felt her hand hit something next to her. Turning her head to the left she saw a single Sunflower next to her on the bed. Attached to the stem was a note.

-R

Get up. Shower. Come downstairs. I'll be waiting.

All my love.

-S

She could smell the faint scent something cooking downstairs. Sitting up, she could see she wasn't alone. Spartacus was curled up next to her feet.

"What's daddy up too?" She asked gently running her hand down his back. Spike wasn't suppose to be here today. She knew he had an early morning shift. He was supposed to have left already. Smiling she got out of bed and made her way over to take a shower.

When she was finished and dressed she could no clearly smell her favorite breakfast coming from the kitchen. Walking slowly down the stairs with Spartacus on her heels she smiled and made her way into the kitchen.

Spike was finishing up on the stove, two plates of French toast already made. She looked at the table that was set, two glasses of orange juice poured. Fresh bowl of fruit next to a beautiful bouquet of Sunflowers placed in a vase.

"Spike." She clutched her shirt, holding her heart.

"It's funny how much food is in this house, and how we hardly ever eat here."

He turned and wiped his hands with a towel before walking over and taking her hands. "Good morning." He said leading her over to the table and gave her a kiss before helping her into her chair to sit down. He them walked over to get their food. Setting a plate on the floor for Spartacus as well. Who happily obliged.

She just stared at him.

"Why are you-"

"Why am I at your house making you breakfast and not at work?" He answered walking back over to her.

He set their plates down on the table and sat next to her. He leaned forward and stared at her lips before whispering.

"Are you complaining?" He smirked. She reached over and placed her hand on his cheek.

"Let me try this again." She whispered against his lips. "Good morning, I love you."

He pulled away and gave her a wink, "Eat up."

She took a bite of her French toast and bit back a moan. It tasted delicious. It definitely hit the spot. She took a sip of her orange juice and glanced at the clock on the wall. Almost spitting out her juice.

" Spike! I need to be at the studio in 30 min! My alarm-"

"Your alarm was turned off. You aren't going into work today. Already spoke to Tammy. And I'm not going into work. Already talked to Greg."

She set the glass on the table and looked away, "Spike. If this is about the doctors-"

He waved her off and grabbed some bacon; "This is about a guy, who wants to spend the day with his girlfriend."

She smiled, defeated. "Well." She sighed, "How can a girl say no."

Spike took a big bite before shrugging, "Not like you were going to."

She laughed and tossed her napkin at him. Before kissing him. Their breakfast soon forgotten.

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

They drove for about an hour. The further and further away from Toronto they got, the more relaxed Rebecca felt. She was enjoying the day off. She clearly needed it. Her appointment had been a week ago and she still had no word on what was wrong. She was putting the entire family on edge with her nerves. She could see why Spike thought they needed a day to themselves.

Pulling into the parking lot of a small beach, Rebecca couldn't help but smile.

"Kinglsey Park?" She said amused.

Spike shrugged and they got out of the car. He went to the back and picked up a small cooler and grabbed Rebecca's hand. She smiled and followed him as they made their way to the picnic area. It was a wonderful location. Rebecca's father used to bring the family there and she missed coming here.

They sat on a blanket, Rebecca resting her back against Spikes chest overlooking the Lake. The faint lights of the Toronto skyline glimmering in the distance. Spike mindlessly running his fingers through her hair, Rebecca hadn't felt this relaxed in weeks.

"See that gazebo?" She pointed couple yards away. Spike nodded, "When I was 13. We came up here once, just dad and I. There was a couple, probably 20s, dancers of course. They were just there, in each other's arms completely at peace. It's what made me want to be a dancer. The love in their eyes. I wanted that?"

"What did your dad think?" He asked, kissing her head. Rebecca smiled and closed her eyes.

"He said 'they should take that somewhere else' not a very big fan of PDA."

Spike laughed. "You have one of the purest souls Rebecca Lane. I tried so hard to forget you but the more I pushed away the quicker I sank."

"Ed used to say my eyes were quicksand, I never let go."

"He's right." Spike suddenly cleared his throat, "Rebecca. I need to tell you something."

She nodded and covered her arm over his, "I'm listening."

"It doesn't matter what you find out from those test. Whether the doctor says its nothing, or if god forbid it turns out to be cancer. It's not going to matter to me. I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

She sat there listening and a tear fell, she wiped it away. "Spike-"

"You need to know this." He sat up and pulled her to sit facing him. Placing his hand under her chin he lifted her face to meet his.

"You are it Rebecca Lane. There is no one else. I'm not saying this is a proposal. Cause I know you aren't ready to hear those words. I am telling you though that I'm not going to run because things get tough. I fought too hard to get you and I'm never letting you go."

There was so much love and declaration in his eyes. Rebecca lifted her head and caught his mouth in a swift kiss. She pulled back and shook her head and closed her eyes,

"You are it Michaelangelo Scarlatti. I'm never letting you go."

He didn't say anything. Just kissed her. When she opened her mouth, he devoured her. The faint taste of strawberries still on her lips from the drinks they had earlier. Refusing to let her go. She squealed when he suddenly lifted her by the waist to straddle his lap on the blanket. He held her by her neck, tangling his hands in her hair. She moaned against his mouth, begging for more. She scooted closer so that nothing was between them. She held his face and allowed him to take everything.

When they pulled apart Spike never wanted the image of Rebecca to leave him. In his arms, chest heaving, hair messy. She looked beautiful. Suddenly she looked behind him and started to laugh.

"What?" He asked out of breath.

She just hid her head in the crook of his neck and that's when he heard the firm voice of a certain SRU officer.

"Excuse me folks. Can you spare us a minute?"

Horrified, Spike pulled Rebecca up and detached themselves from each other. He looked away wiping his mouth, before turning back to give a small wave to his teammates.

"Constable Braddock, Callaghan. Interesting to see you in these parts." He gave a quick look to Rebecca who was bright red, with a hand covering her face, laughing quietly.

Jules walked over and the two walked away for a second. Sam walked over to Spike.

"Here we are doing our neighborly service. When suddenly we get a call. Seems like we had some public displays of affection going on here."

Spike just shrugged, "No idea what you are talking about."

"Just keep in your pants alright Scarlatti." Sam joked. Sam whistled to the girls. "Lets go Callaghan, think we are done here." Jules hugged Rebecca and ran back over to her partner.

As they walked away Sam turned for a second to give the couple a thumbs up before heading back to the truck with Jules. Laughing Rebecca ran over and jumped into Spikes arms.

"That was so embarrassing!" She said laughing hysterically. Spike smiled and held her in her in his arms.

"I know. Your dad would have been pissed!" He frowned when he looked at his watch with her in his arms, "We gotta go though, having dinner with The Lanes tonight."

Rebecca stared at him with a serious face. He laughed.

"What!" She shrieked. Setting her down he started to pick up the blanket.

"That was a strange noise you just made."

"We are having dinner at my brothers, after your coworkers caught us eating each others faces at the park. It's like you want me to shoot you."

"Na." He walked over and kissed her, "I just like to tease you. Come on though seriously, dinner is at 7. So if we want any means of sexy times before then we gots to beat traffic."

He held out his hand for her to take but she bit her lip and then jumped on his back.

"Ok." She whispered. He shook his head and held her close and walked them to the truck. Starting their journey home.

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

He watched her from his side of the bed as he adjusted the watch on his wrist. She was staring at her reflection in the mirror as she did her hair. She had neglected to keep it short over the last couple months and he didn't complain. Then again she could look sexy bald. Her tattoo on her right shoulder was visible through the straps of her dress. He always wondered about the horse on fire. He never asked.

She was biting her lip concentrating when she caught his gaze in the mirror and smiled.

"Caught ya." She laughed.

"Wasn't hiding." He answered, "You should keep your hair down."

"Oh yeah? Why's that." She asked.

Spike walked over and stood behind her. Taking her hands off of her hair, it fell gently, resting against her neck. He moved over and began trailing kisses down towards her collarbone.

"Because. It doesn't matter what you do with your hair, you'll still be the prettiest girl in the room."

She smiled and allowed him more access, "Keep talking."

"Plus. It covers up the tiny little bruises you may or may not have on the back of your shoulder."

Eyes popping open, she turned around and moved to check herself. Groaning in frustration as she saw the marks herself.

"Spike!"

He just laughed. "What does your tattoo mean?" He asked turning her back around and resting his chin on her shoulder.

She smiled, "It's a fire horse. My Chinese Zodiac."

"It's beautiful. You're beautiful."

"Well. Thank you Officer Scarlatti."

"My pleasure Ms. Lane."

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

Dinner had been lovely. Aside from the endless teasing Ed gave them about the call. Apparently it was Ed who told Sam where they would be spending the day and made sure the two constables found their way over there. Rebecca just held her face in her hands, shaking her head from embarrassment. Spike could only laugh it off.

The four of them later sat together on the deck outside. A bottle of wine passing between them, Rebecca was so thankful to be around her family.

Rebecca's cell phone ringing broke the conversation. She laughed and apologized. Looking at the number she gave Spike a frightened glance before pressing send.

"Doctor Williams. Hi."

She sat up and went to stand when Spike took her hand and kept her next to him.

"No. It's not a bad time. Please? What does that mean?"

When she heard the words. She took her hand and placed it on Spikes cheek. She closed her eyes and let the tears fall. Sophie took Ed's hand and squeezed it. Neither taking their eyes off the young Lane.

"No. No I understand Doctor Williams." She said through the tears. "Yes. Yes of course. Can I call you tomorrow." She wiped her face. "Thank you for calling."

She hung up the phone and didn't know what to say. She looked at Spike and smiled.

"It's not cancer." She managed to get out with a shaky breath. Ed and Sophie let out a breath and held each other.

Spike kissed her hard. He pulled away. "It's not cancer?" He asked again. She laughed and shook her head crying.

"It's not cancer!" Spike picked Rebecca up and spun her around. "It's not cancer!" She kept saying.

When he set her down she ran to Ed and he took her in his arms and held her close. Sophie held Spikes hand and kissed his cheek. When he let her go he wiped her tears.

"What is it then?" He asked.

"It's called a Fibroadenomas Tumor. It's a build up of tissue. Not harmful, just uncomfortable. I have to call tomorrow and schedule an appointment to get it removed. She said it's a simple surgical procedure. Oh god." She walked back over to Spike and hugged him.

"It's ok." He whispered. "It's ok."

She held on to him, "Never let me go." She whispered.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I'm never letting go."

She was certain he never would.

Authors Note: Read/Review?

There is only one chapter left of this story. Would you guys want me to continue the second season on here, or start a new story as the second season, and all seasons after? Or just have one big story on this one?

I'm curious to what you guys think.