Disclaimer: Still don't own flashpoint. Just the original stuff I added.

Authors Note: Long Week. Heres the chapter! Thought about making a season 2 story called 'The Road Continued' Since it's a road series. But I may just keep with this one. I also have a small outline for an AU Specca story I might try out. Hope you all enjoy the final chapter! Then Epilogue before we continue on with season two!

Aw. I loved the comments about how you wanted the proposal. Don't rule anything out! Anything can happen people :D It's a long journey.

Between Heartbeats.

"Tell me something Ed." The man asked through the phone.

"What's that?" He whispered.

"Have you ever watched a family member die Mr. Lane."

"Petar-"

"Tell Rebecca I'm sorry."

Ed dropped the phone and searched for Rebecca, finding her being escorted away from the courtyard. He screamed into the headset.

Rebecca turned around, and a shot rang out.

All Ed could see was her body on the ground. Not moving.

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

She knew he was upset. If she had been teased all night and then given the boot to go home she would have been too. It was just too easy to get him going. She kinda felt bad though. Her surgery was tomorrow and she knew that there was no SexyTime on the horizon for at least 2 weeks. But she had to sleep and he needed to go.

Though she had to talk to him. Something that had been on her mind for a long while, something that would effect both of them. She just didn't know how to get around talking about it. I mean. Just blurting out.

Hey. I want to stop working for a while and have a baby. That sound ok to you? Doesn't really work. Or did it?

Yeah. She didn't think so either. She watched Spike walk around her bedroom looking for his shirt, she laughed as he grew more frustrated.

"Honey. I think it's in the hallway." She pointed through the open door. Spike stared at her before looking himself and sure enough, it was in a tangled mess on the floor.

"Well. That's a pecuilar place for a shirt."

She couldn't help but laugh, "I'm sorry."

"Na, don't be. I should have known you were going to be a minx tonight. My fault." He walked out to get it before coming back in, shoving the shirt on he picked up his boots and sat down on her bed, lacing them up.

"Spike?"

"Yeah babe."

"We never talk about kids."

The room fell silent. She watched him. He lowered his foot slowly back tot he ground.

"Are you saying you want kids?" He asked slowly.

"I'm saying we never discuss them. We talk about the furture. Just. Never kids."

Spike got up from the bed. "I didn't think there was anything to discuss."

"Spike."

"Rebecca." He picked up his watch and shoved it on his wrist. "That's not in the cards right now."

"Are you upset?" She wondered, not knowing where this sudden shift happened.

"No. I'm not upset. Just. Rebecca, it's a big thing. With everything going on-"

She kicked the covers off, shaking her head. She grabbed her robe fromt he chair and put it on.

"With everything going on? Spike I wasn't asking you to have kids RIGHT NOW. I was simply bringing it up."

"Don't play dumb. It doesn't make you anymore appealing." He sneered.

" Jesus Spike! Are you acting like a jerk because I wouldn't sleep with you! Or is this some new onset thing SRU officers developed."

"No. God Rebecca that's not-"

"And fuck that bull shit about it not being in the cards." She continued. "Wordy is doing perfectly fine with 3 kids, and Ed has Clark."

"Rebecca-"

"You know what. I am going to take a shower. Then go to bed. I'll see you at the hospital."

Rebecca walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Spike cursed and slammed the door on his way out as well.

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

Rebecca was packing clothes when her cell phone went off. Glancing at the caller she smiled and answered the phone.

"Sophie, hi. Yes, I'm sure I have everything packed. I'm literally going to be in the hospital overnight and then home. I should be asking you if you are finished…. Course Ed 'forgot' to put the clothes in the dryer."

Folding her shirts she placed it in her overnight gym bag and zipped it up.

"I'll be fine. I'll be staying at Spikes while I recover. His mother insisted. No. No we are fine. Oh. Ed called. Well whatever is going on between Spike and I is our business. We will be fine. He is just mad."

Spartacus barked from the bed and Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"No. Spartacus is just barking because I didn't walk him this morning. Anyway. I need to stop by the studio. Yep. Love you too. Have fun! Bye."

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

"Are you nervous?" Tammy asked, watching Rebecca move things around her desk. Her friend shook her head.

"No. I've been over it with the doctor a dozen times. It's a simple procedure."

"I'm just worried bout my best girl."

"I'd be upset if you weren't. Now. Think you can run this place for a week?"

Tammy laughed, "I did just fine for those 5 months. I think I can manage a week."

Rebecca stopped and looked at Tammy.

"So. I brought up kids with Spike last night."

"How did that go?"

"I think he would have rather been in a room filled with bombs than talking to me about it. Then again, I brought it up after I had denied him sex so he wasn't in a great mood."

"That was nice of you."

Rebecca laughed and agreed she could have handled the situation a lot better than she did.

She gathered her things and into the lobby with Tammy. She said hello to some of the students hanging out waiting for their rides. Tammy went behind the counter and had to make a few calls. Rebecca sat besides her filling out the last minute paperwork.

The door opened in the studio opened.

"Hi. Can I help you?" Rebecca asked not looking up from her papers.

"I just want you to know. He did this." The man said viciously.

Rebecca looked up at Tammy. She smiled and tapped into a keypad locked drawer next to her. Unlocking it, she slowly opened it up to bring out a gun. She placed the gun in behind her in her pants. Tammy said nothing, eyes wide. Rebecca stood up smiling to her friend.

"Tamera? Can you take the girls into the studio for a minute."

Tammy hung up the phone, "Chelsea, Kelly, Alexandra? Follow me guys." The girls looked confused, but took their bags and followed Tammy out of the lobby.

Rebecca turned toward the man standing in her building.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name." She asked, hand behind her back.

"You can't stop it Rebecca. This is war. People tend to die in war."

She narrowed her eyes, and slowly walked out from behind the counter.

"I'd like you to leave my studio right now."

"Your brother-"

"My brother is not any of your business. Now." She walked passed him to get to the door. He grabbed her arm.

"You are a smart woman Rebecca-"

She snatcher her arm away, barely able to stop herself from pulling the gun.

"I know you." She hissed, looking him up and down. She profiled him instantly. Mid 20s, Eastern European, angry. "You were at my house."

"Your brother is to blame. He did this. Innocent people will die." He said looked behind her. She turned to see him staring at some of the students watching from the window.

"I'd like you to leave before I call the police." She placed her hand on the handle of the gun. Ready to make the move if need be.

He smiled.

"Have a nice day Ms. Lane. Watch the skies."

He walked out of the studio and Rebecca let out a shaky breath. She ran to the studio and checked on the girls. Making sure they were ok, she grabed her belongings and ran to her car. She checked her gun, making sure it was loaded and put the car into drive- heading straight to the SRU.

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

Ed was in the debriefing room with Rebecca stormed in, looking extremely displeased.

"Who is he?" She yelled. Ed stood up from the chair confused.

"Rebecca what are you talking about?"

"He came to my work ED!" She shoved him backwards. She went to lunge for him again but Greg jumped in and held her back. Wordy and Spike came running over from the gym hearing the commotion.

"Who is he!" She whispered. "He threatened my students. He knows where I live!" She hissed.

"Rebecca" Ed walked over. Silently telling Greg it was ok to let her go. "I don't know who you are talking about.

"He kept talking about war, and how it's your fault and the innocent people will die."

Ed was about to respond when the sirens went off. Kira's voice blasting through the speakers.

"Team one hot call. Shots fired."

Greg walked over and picked up the phone. Speaking to the inspector; there was a shooter at City Hall. Calling the teams to suit up and get over their fast. Rebecca followed them. Ed shook his head and stopped his sister.

"Rebecca, you need to be at the hospital." He told her.

"No."

"Rebecca-"

"Ed. I'm coming with you."

"Rebecca," Spike whispered. "Babe."

"Don't you babe me Michaelangelo Scarlatti." She hissed. "All of you. I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying."

"What about the surgery?" Spike whispered harshly.

"It's not till later. I'm NOT leaving."

"Fine." Greg walked over, "You suit up. You stay close to the van. Got it."

She nodded and followed Jules.

Spike turned to Ed and Greg, not amused.

"Boss-"

Greg interrupted. "Sorry Spike. She outranks. It's allowed."

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

They had gotten cover for the security guard shot. She stood next to Greg as Wordy walked back over to them.

"Did you get a look at the wound?"

"Yeah. The exit wounds lower than the entry."

Ed looked at Rebecca, "Means he's shooting from up top." She looked around at all the buildings, perfect areas for a sniper.

Greg nodded. "It's a target rich environment that's almost uncontainable. I got no one to talk down."

"Any word from counterterrorism?" Rebecca asked. The inspector shook his head.

"No, I'm telling you. No chatter, no warning, no nothing. This guy comes from nowhere."

Greg nodded. "Rebecca, go and stay with Spike in the command truck. Spike run all the maps and the intelligence." He handed her a paper, "Rebecca. Maybe call some of your people from CSIS and the CIA check again, see if they can give you any information about possible threats. All information flows through you two."

She nodded, "Copy." Turned and went to get inside the truck.

"Copy" Spike said through the radio.

Opening the door, Rebecca took off her helmet and set down her gun, taking the empty chair next to Spike.

"Spike. About last night."

"It can wait till later. This is priority. We have ears now. So lets see if we can get any clues."

She nodded dialing her cell before pressing it to her ear. "Lane. 46, 5, Tango, 67, 18. 24, Bravo. I need to speak with Roger Smith. Urgent."

Spike stared at her.

"What?" She questioned. He just shook his head.

"Nothing. Sometimes I just forget my girlfriend used to be a badass CSIS agent."

She smiled and turned her chair away once she was connected.

"Roger? Hey it's Rebecca. I'm good. Look we have a situation and I need some information.

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

After several calls Rebecca placed her face in her hands, frustrated beyond belief.

"Nothing. The inspector was right. All threats are minimal and there were no calls or demands in our sector in the last couple months. This guy is a ghost."

Spike nodded, "A ghost that seems to have a – WOAH!" He suddenly yelled leaning forward, typing furiously.

"What?" Rebecca scooted over.

"He just shot the sniper locator."

"Either this guy has a very lucky shot or-"

Spike looked at her, "Or he knows exactly what we are doing."

The door opened and Greg walked inside. Rebecca went back to her computer and started looking up any clues.

"Rebecca?" He asked.

"Boss. This doesn't make sense. My contacts were useless. We are looking for someone with a grudge. I got into the Daily Events archive page , I'm probably looking at stories from at least a year ago."

"Good job. Rebecca. See if anything sticks out." Greg said.

"Spike I need a countdown." Ed called over the radio.

They all waited for the shot. It never came.

"He's changing up his pattern." Rebecca whispered.

"We got the sound files from the 911 calls this morning." Spike told Greg.

"They come from different numbers?" His boss questioned.

Spike nodded, "Yeah, but it sounds like spoofing to me."

"Spoofing?"

"Impersonating caller Id's for entertainment purposes." Rebecca answered not looking up from her screen.

"You two scare me sometimes." Greg quipped.

"It's why we worked the best." She smiled.

Ed walked into the truck.

Spike began playing back all the calls. Explaining what they were listening too. Rebecca looked over after the second call.

"Three voices-" Spike started.

"Once accent." She finished.

Spike nodded, "Eastern European."

Greg looked at Ed.

"Ed. Personal. First York."

Rebecca began to type into her computer.

"No way." Ed countered.

"No choice. 'It's not me it's your father. This is war. Innocent people will die' Right?"He asked Rebecca.

She stopped and looked at Greg. "How did Clark describe the guy at the bus stop today?" She questioned.

Ed stuttered "European accent. Young."

Greg turned to Rebecca, "What did your guy look like?"

She had typed in First York when Greg had brought it up. She turned to her screen and turned the monitor towards Greg, pointing to the young man.

"Exactly like that."

Petar Tomasic's photo staring back at them.

"He told me to watch the skies. Looks like he was right."

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

Rebecca leaned against one of the tables in the truck. Greg and Ed on either side of her. Spike was still working on more information about the shooter.

"Ok. Petar Tomasic. Tell me right now. He the son of the guy you shot about a year ago?" She asked. Her brother nodded.

"He was close enough to feel the bullet fly. Took me to court for wrongful death."

"And he lost." Greg added. "Spike get his picture out."

"Already on it boss," Spike answered.

Rebecca looked at her brother.

"So we have a guy who blames you for killing his dad, ruining his family, and above all else ruining his life. That's depression, anxiety, remorse, guilt, anger. This wasn't random. This was planned, this was calculated." She looked over to Ed, " He wants you to know he is in charge and believes none of us can stop him."

"Boss he has an emergency contact, a Luka Boblic." Spike turned toward the group.

"Get him down here ASAP."

Ed looked at Rebecca and frowned, "Rebecca I really think you should go back to the SRU. I don't want you here."

"This is ridicules, I'm not some rookie out on the field for the first time."

"No, but your relation to Ed puts you at risk." Spike stood up from his chair.

"Spike-" She rolled her eyes.

"No. Spike's right," Greg spoke up. " This guy is out for blood. He has been stalking you. That's a risk already."

Rebecca nodded, "I agree that me being here is a risk, but I can help. Let me talk to the witnesses, see if I can pick up something else that Wordy and Lew would miss."

Greg nodded. "I'll have an officer escort you over there."

Rebecca stood up straight from the table. "Ok. After that, then I'll head to the station till I need to leave."

A knock at the door disrupted their conversations. Luka Boblic had arrived.

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

"Petar Tomasic?" Greg asked when the call was answered. "Petar. I think it's important that we start talking."

"Why?"

"Maybe I can help you if I can understand what your looking for"

"I know what I'm looking for."

"Oh yeah?"

"Ed Lane. It's Ed Lane I want."

Greg looked at Ed, "Ok, let me start working on that."

"Working on that?"

"Well yeah, he's out of range. I've got to tack him down."

"He's standing next to you."

Greg grabbed Ed and instantly pulled him behind the truck.

"Let me talk to Ed. Or more people will die."

Greg put the phone to his chest, Ed looked at him.

"What?"

"He wants to talk to you. Or more people will die."

Ed held out his hand for the phone.

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

"You didn't have to Escort me."

"Well mam, when the boss asked, can't really say no.

Rebecca smiled and nodded, "I know the feeling. First year?"

"Try first month. I love it though. Always wanted to be a cop."

"Any family in the force?"

The young man shook his head, "Just me. Mom and dad are both teachers. Hope to make them proud." The constable motioned a few feet away for his fellow teammates to bring the witnesses over.

"I'm sure they will be-"

Suddenly Ed screamed into her earpiece.

"REBECCA!"

She turned in a second, hearing a loud noise before everything went black.

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

Ed took a breath before answering the phone call.

"This is Ed Lane."

"Tell me something Ed."

"What's that?" He whispered.

"Have you ever watched a family member die Mr. Lane."

"Petar-"

"Tell Rebecca I'm sorry."

Ed dropped the phone.

"Rebecca!" He screamed into his headset. He looked around the truck and could see her walking with the constable. Suddenly Petar shot.

Suddenly the officer and Rebecca both hitting the ground in an instant.

"REBECCA!" Ed screamed. He went to run but Greg stopped him.

"He can still shoot you!"

Spike slammed opened the door and ran over to his teammates. When he heard Ed yell and the shot after his heart had literally stopped. He forget everything and ran out as fast as he could. Glancing across the courtyard he could see Rebecca and the Constable lying there on the ground. Neither of them moving.

"Boss." Spike gulped.

Greg shook his head, placing a hand on his earpiece. He turned to walk away towards the truck.

"Rebecca. Rebecca are you there." He looked over at her body, "Rebecca, please." He pleaded. Hoping to god she would answer. Ed and Spike walked over and stood next to him. Greg could see the rage the older Lane's eyes and hoped that it wouldn't escalate and get himself or somebody else killed. "Ed, Spike. We don't know any-"

"Boss-" Rebecca whispered.

"Rebecca!" Spike looked over to see her moving.

Greg helped up his hand to quiet the young man.

"Rebecca, it's Greg. Are you hurt?"

"He's dead. Oh god Greg. He shot him. He's dead."

Ed wiped his face with his hands, "Rebecca. Rebecca are you hurt. We need to know your situation."

"My head is bleeding, I hit the cement when he landed on me. I think it's a flesh wound."

"Ok. Now just stay there ok. Don't move." Greg whispered. "I'm sending over Wordy and Lew with the shields to get you out."

"Ok." She swallowed. "Boss?"

"Yes Rebecca?" He checked back.

"Is Spike there?"

Greg looked at Spike who nodded and turned to look across the yard, "I'm here Rebecca."

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"You can be sorry later. Right now let's get you safe." He turned back to Greg. "Try to get him back on the phone again, maybe I can trace his call and we can get this bastard."

Greg nodded. "Sounds good to me. Ok. Wordy, Lew. Get over to Rebecca, and get her out of there."

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

She sat in the hospital bed and watched the news, replaying the events over and over. It was on mute, she didn't need to hear what happened. She had been there. She watched again as they wheeled out Petar's body in a body bag. Watching Greg and the team as the other officers spoke to them.

Then they showed a picture of Jules. Rebecca sucked in a breath.

It had been 4 hours since Jules had been shot and taken to the hospital. Rebecca was whisked away an hour earlier and in this room ever since. Her surgery was postponed until tomorrow. Due to the concussion, her doctor wanted her overnight to be observed before making any decisions. Especially since she would have to be under for the procedure.

She felt sick, her head hurt, and she just wanted to relax.

What she really wanted was Spike though. As soon as she thought about him, she smiled when she saw him walk through the doors to her room. The weight of the world ceased to exist for a couple of minutes and he was here. He would make her feel better.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I hurt. How's Jules?" She pushed herself up to sit.

Spike pulled a chair up to the side of her bed and sat down, he took her left wrist in his hand. Examining the brace.

"Still in surgery. They'll page me when she is out."

Rebecca nodded, "How are you?"

"I'll be alright. It's been a tough day. What's happening with you?" He placed his hand on her head and grazed the wrap. She turned to show him where the wound was. He could see some blood.

"It's postponed until I'm clear. I have a small concussion and sprained wrist."

"That seems about right. Anything else?"

She shook her head no.

"No. Nothing else."

"Rebecca." He warned.

She let out an aggravated sigh, "Also I have to get evaluated and talk to the inspectors on the case. I just. I don't want to talk about it right now."

"Because-"

"Because what Spike! You know why!" She said irritated, "A Constable was shot and killed, and landed on me. We were just talking and next thing I knew, he was dead!" She yelled.

Spike watched her eyes and squeezed her hand, letting her know he was there. Her pupils went back and forth meeting his and she brought her hands to her mouth.

"Spike. Oh god. Spike. A constable-"

He nodded and sat up. "I know. Rebecca I know." He moved to the edge of her bed.

"He was so young! We were just talking." She stuttered, "Then suddenly-" She let out a strangled sob. Spike moved her so that he could lay on the bed with her.

"It's ok Rebecca, I'm right here." He whispered, knowing she was finally breaking down.

"There wasn't anything-" She gasped, tears flowing. He just nodded and held her closer. She clung to his body, clutching his shirt and sobbing into his chest. Rebecca reaching her breaking point from the events of the day.

"It wasn't your fault Rebecca. Don't ever think that." He whispered kissing her forehead, "Don't ever think that."

Authors Note: AHHH! So much! Epilogue to follow soon! Then onto the next part of their Journey!

I totally dreamed about Spike last night. I was in THIS story. It was crazy. and awesome. and I wish I hadn't woken up at the part I did.

What did you guys think? It was difficult trying to incorporate Rebecca into this storyline. I thought it turned out pretty well.