Who am I?

Chapter 6

Days passed. Days turned into a month and then two months. Spike was back to work. His cast had come off and he did have to have surgery. He was wearing a brace now, to slowly ease back into using the hand and fingers. He'd had to see Toth to see if his memory was in fact in tact in order to be allowed back into the field. He passed every test that that had given to him. He looked forward to being in the field again.

He missed Jamie and Melanie every day. He had kept his word. He took the car and sold it to someone for twice what he suspected that Melanie would have gotten for it and had the money wired to a bank account in the United States. She had gotten into contact with him to let him know she had recieved it and to thank him. When he had given her the passports, he had also included $50,000 with which to start over. It had helped.

Jamie had called him a couple times. Never giving out the state they were in and Spike didn't ask. He assured Spike that they were doing well and that they both missed him alot. Everytime that Spike had gotten off the phone, he would disappear into the locker and not come out for a long time, unless they had a hot call. Everyone knew that he was hurting and everyone suspected that he was going off alone to cry.

He was only mildly tired of the rest of the team checking up on him constantly. It seemed he hardly had any quiet time to himself after the surgery. Spike tried to not let it get to him too badly. After all, they were concerned about them, and they were his second family. He was so tired of not having the chance to quietly mourn the loss of two great friendships. He was pulled from his thoughts when Sam clapped him on the shoulder.

"Hey Spike. You want to grab chinese for lunch? Boss says we're patrolling together today. It's time to head out for patrol. How about it?" Sam hadn't bothered him too much. Spike was actually grateful that Greg had paired them up today. Less chance of being pestered every two seconds with someone wanting to know how he was doing. He turned and smiled after grabbing his jacket.

"Yeah Sam. Chinese buffet sounds like a pretty good bet for today's lunch. Are we going to be alone or are the others joining us?" He had hoped for alone. He needed some time everyone from most of the team. Sam picked up on that right away and nodded. Though he was curious, he wouldn't ask. He know that Spike would say something if he wanted to talk. Sam would be patient.

"We shall be alone. We don't get a lot of time to hang one on one, just the two of us so I figured this would be an exclusive lunch today. I hope that is ok with you. I know everyone's been driving you nuts pestering you day and night. Hopefully they will stop soon. They are just concerned about you and hope that you are doing alright, go figure." Spike nodded in appreciation and held his hand out.

"I'm driving. I never get to drive. Just this once please Sam." Sam shook his head and hopped in the drivers seat. Spike flipped him off and got in the passenger side, slamming the door hard, like a child would. He wasn't too disappointed. He knew he couldn't drive because of the medication he was on and the fact that he hadn't been cleared to drive just yet. He was hoping that Sam would forget and let him anyway. He didn't.

While they drove on patrol, Spike thought about the phone calls with Jamie. Shortly after they had gotten settled, Melanie had bought herself a new cell phone and him as well. Jamie had called SRU to speak to him, and he gave him his cell phone number so they could talk without him having to call SRU headquarters everytime. Spike appreciated the thought. They weren't supposed to get too many calls at work.

The only one nosey enough to check on him when he disappeared into the locker room, was Ed. He had gone into the locker room after Spike one night and they ended up sitting there for three hours straight talking about his experiences. He knew Spike was in love with her and knew that he couldn't say anything while she was still married to the mayor. He was the only one who also knew the entire story.

However, unknown to Spike, Ed had started tracking the mayors movements every single day in order to get something with which to nail him so that they could arrest him at some point. He hadn't found much yet, but Ed was a patient and hopeful man. He knew the opportunity would present itself eventually. He just had to wait for it and be ready to move when it finally did present itself.

He and Jamie had set a calling Schedule. They agreed on Tuesday nights because Spike was usually off and would be able to spend the time to really sit and talk. Jamie had missed last weeks call and hadn't texted him since. Spike wasn't too worried. He simply figured that Jamie had finally made friends and was busy having a social life and going to School. That had been one of his biggest concerns.

Melanie had finally broken down and allowed him to not only skip a grade, but to also enroll in a couple college classes as well. So Spike assumed that he was super busy. He abided by his promise, he would not call or text Jamie. No matter how bad the curiousity, he would abide by it. It hadn't been easy. He contented himself with Jamie telling him in the past that his mom had found a cute mansion, for very cheap just down the road from her best friends place.

He had talked about how her husband was a police officer for the Lousiana State police on his way to making detective. He kinda liked him, but still really missed Spike. Melanie had started a new job about a week after they got there and had already recieved a promotion. She worked in an office and was taking online classes to work towards her degree. She had always wanted to be a psychologist. Spike mentally wished her luck.

One day about three months after they had parted ways, Spike and the team came back to the barn after a hot call. It had been a success. No lives lost, the subject had surrendered once he was assured that his grievances would be heard. No bombs were involved. Spike had taken off his gear and was passing the desk where Winnie held court for the shift when she flagged him down.

"Spike? Got someone on the phone for you. A young woman. She says that it's extremely urgent. Says they don't know your cell phone number. You want me to take a message for you?" Spike stopped to think. The only people that he know of that would call the headquarters looking to speak to him, were Melanie and Jamie. He shook his head and motioned for the phone. Winnie handed it over and went back to she was doing.

Spike grabbed the stool next to Winnie and sat down facing away from her. That was the problem with phones that had a cord. No privacy. Winnie couldn't leave the desk. He had hoped that nothing was wrong, that maybe just classes or a lost phone or something accounted for this call. He then remembered what Winnie had said that it was a young woman on the phone looking for him. He tried to think if he knew any young women.

"Hello. This is Spike. May I ask who is calling please?" The voice was vaguely familiar. It took Spike only a moment however to place it. It was Melanie. If she was calling him at the Station, he knew something had to be up. He hoped that it wasn't anything bad. He held up his finger when Ed motioned to him that it was time to work out. Ed motioned five minutes and left. Spike returned his attention to the phone.

"Spike? This is Melanie. I am really very sorry to call you at work, but I didn't know who else to call over there. For obvious reasons, I can't call my ex husband. I need some help and you helped me once before." It sounded like she had covered her mouth and stifled a sob. Spike's instincts went up full fledged. This wasn't a social call. He got out a pen and paper and got ready to write anything down.

"Melanie, what a pleasant surprise. Don't worry about calling me here. I should have given you my cell phone number. You sound really upset right now honey, What's wrong? Are you alright? Is Jamie ok? Talk to me, tell me what's going on." Melanie full on started sobbing and nearly dropped the phone. Someone took the phone from her to explain to Spike while Melanie sobbed in the background.

"Spike? This is Emily, I'm Melanie's best friend. Jamie has gone missing. We've looked everywhere, talked to pretty much everyone he knows. My husband, A police officer here has been out looking for him. We are calling you to inform you in case Jamie should show up in Toronto. We think that he might have hopped on a plane and flown to Canada to confront his Father. Please call us if you find are the numbers you can reach us at."

Spike wrote down the numbers, gave her his email and asked her to please email him a recent photo so he could refresh his memory. He also gave them his cell phone number and promised that if he saw him, or heard anything, he would call them immediately whatever the time. He wished them luck and said he would wait for the email. Emily passed the phone back to Melanie who motioned that she wanted to speak to him again.

"Spike. Thank you. I appreciate you being willing to look for him. I know you mean alot to him, and I know that he will listen to you. If you find him, keep him with you until I can get there to pick him up. Please tell him that I love him and I want him to come home. Call me when you find him please. Oh and be careful, he started seeing a therapist to deal with things and he's gotten pretty, well not violent but very brooding is the only thing that I can think of."

She really sounded like she was trying to hold herself together once more and Spike closed his eyes to ward off the tears. He promised he would find him if he came to Canada and hung up. He quickly checked his email and found the email, after he sent it to the printer, he emailed back, thanked them for the picture and said that he would be in touch if he came up with anything.

He printed off the picture in his email and gathered everyone together for a closed meeting. Greg had Winnie put team two on standby and took his seat. When everyone was seated, Spike passed the picture around. Once everyone had seen it, he started talking. He explained how this kid and his mother had helped him when he'd had his accident. The he explained exactly who Jamie's father was and what he had done.

They agreed to keep their eyes open and report to Spike if they saw him. They also agreed that if they saw him they would take him into custody and bring him to Spike. The different pairs decided to check known teenager hangouts and see if they could spot him. Spike was very upset. He knew that Jamie was having difficulty dealing with the abuse, but he never thought that he would run.

They sat around the table talking for a few more minutes before being toned out for a hot call. Before they left Spike left a copy of the picture with Winnie and told her that if the kid came by looking for him to keep him here at all costs. She nodded and Spike ran to the truck. Enroute to the call, they discussed the subject and were assigned their various tasks. Spike would remain in the truck gathering intel.

A couple hours later, The team returned to headquarters with heavy hearts. There were two subjects, one was willing to talk, but the other one wasn't. They saved the hostage, but The subject that didn't want to talk tried to take out one of the officers. Sam had to take the shot. He would be meeting them at headquarters after the inquest. They filed into the meeting room and sat around waiting for Sam. When he got there, they would debrief.

After an hour of debriefing, Winnie buzzed the room. Unless there was another hot call, the dispatchers never buzzed the room during the debriefing. They were mostly done anyway so no one really minded. Winnie informed them that she had ordered Chinese takeout for them and that it was here and that she would stepping away from the desk for just a moment. Greg was sure there was someone already at the desk to cover her.

They had grabbed the food, gave Winnie hers and had settled around the table to eat. After a few minutes, Wordy left to get more napkins after using the bathroom. When he came back, however, he wasn't alone. He cleared his throat and waited for people to look up. When they did he gestured to the person next to him, who was looking around the room apprehensively clutching a bag.

"Spike. It would appear that you have yourself a visitor." When he said that, Spike stood up and raised an eyebrow at him. The visitor tried to back out of the room, when Wordy grabbed his arm in a tight grip preventing him from leaving. That was when his hat came off and Spike recognized his visitor when he looked up to meet his gaze. Spike was happy to see him and hoped that he was alright.