A/N: So you're thinking- whoa! Two chapters posted in less than 10 minutes of each other? Wow! This guy writes fast! Well, in actuality, I initially wrote two chapters. After this, I'm planning on writing and posting a chapter each week, posting just a few days after our new episode of Flashpoint airs. (To keep our Flashpoint addiction fed, of course.)

Hope you enjoy! Don't forget to read & review!

I pulled into the SRU headquarters parking lot. I parked the minivan beside a Ford Flex.

Haley's going out with a friend shopping, while Matthew stays at home with the sitter. I hope its not the one who let him eat chocolate all day.

I noticed a man getting out of the Ford- I recognized him from the recruiting process.

After getting out, I slid open the sliding door, and grabbed my bag. Actually, it was a bag, and another small bag full of stuff I wanted to put up in my locker.

The other man was staring at me as I closed and locked the van.

"I don't recognize you." he bluntly said.

"Kris Perrasmith." I introduced myself.

"Just joking. I recognize you. Hard to forget you know. The only guy in a field of potential hires over 25 and married."

"I take it you're married to then, right?"

"Yup. Nearly sixteen years."

"Good for you, Mr. Lane."

"Hey." he said, as he opened the door for me, and followed me in, "Call me Ed. Or Eddie. Just don't call me bald."

"Copy that Ed."

"Locker room's this way, but I have someone I want you to meet first."

He brought me to the womens locker room, opened the door slightly and yelled in "You decent?"

"Yea." came a woman's reply.

"Come on." Ed said.

"Seriously?" I said, following him in.

"What- your wife would kill you if you walked in on her in the washroom?"

"No. My sixteen year-old daughter would."

"Good luck handling that buddy."

"Oh, I need more than luck with her."

We finally got down to the right isle, locker's on either sides.

A woman, fully dressed in perfectly pressed grey uniforms, closed her locker quickly, as if to hide something.

"Hey. You're the new guy, right?" she asked.

"Yeah. Kris Perrasmith. Just call me Perra, got used to it down in unit 52."

"Mean 'ol 52 eh?" she said, as she shook my hand, "Jules. Jules Callihan."

"Alright, let's go. We need to suit up."

Me and Ed suited up. We still had a good ten minutes before our scheduled group workout and weigh-in, so we started talking.

"Oh, I now eh?" Ed said, "I hate going shopping with her, you know? It's always 'No, honey, that doesn't make you look fat.' "

"But you say that five times in a row, and you're in the doghouse, right?"

"Damn right, Perra." Eddie said, "It's like I say, I can talk down career criminals, but I'm at a loss for words when it comes to my wife or son."

"How old's your son?"

"Almost sixteen. Moodiest teenager I know."

"Don't even get me started on that."

A blonde-haired man entered the locker room. He opened his locker and threw his bag in, and started getting dressed.

Frustrated? He's visibly stressed.

"Sam? What's going on?" Ed asked him.

"Nothing boss," he said, as he turned around and recognized me, "Mr. Perrasmith, otherwise known as Perra."

"That'd be me."

"I wouldn't forget ya. ΒΌ inch MOA at 500 yards with .308 civy ammo. Impressive."

"See- told you." Ed said with a smile, when another guy came in, in full uniform.

"Ed- Parker is looking for you."

"Thanks Spike. Get our new guy here, Perra, outfitted with radio and headset." Eddie asked, "See you guys in the gym in ten, right?"

"Copy that." the three of us said, in unison.

After Ed left, Spke led me over to the equipment pit, where all the firearms, and other gear was kept.

"So- first year behind the blue badge?" Spike asked.

"No. Did two years in 52 before jumping on here. Before that, six doing a small town gig."

"Nice. Good to have a regular blue in, instead of a rookie blue."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah- we had a regular blue in a few years back, while our girl Jules was healing after being shot in the field. She got transferred to Team Three, as Sergeant. Then about a year ago, after one of guys was killed..."

"Killed?"

"Don't ask. We were close. I'm still kinda shook up about it."

"Damn- I'm sorry."

"Nothing you can do about it. Not looking for sympathy."

"Look, I didn't mean to..."

Spike handed me my gear, and I begun setting it up.

"To be honest. I could use a friend OK?" Spike said. "Wanna be my friend?"

"Sure."

"Then don't talk about Lew."

We walked out to the gym, where me, Jules, Sam and Spike approached the still-standing Ed and Sergeant Greg Parker.

"Mr. Perrasmith. We're welcome to have you. I think you'll make a wonderful addition to our team here."

"Thanks." I replied.

"Ok team- new deal for the morning. Apparently- Donna from Team Three needs the gym to re-qualify some of her guys. So, we're going on patrol."

"Alright!" exclaimed Spike.

He must love patrol days.

"But," Parker continued, "We do have to remember that it is Valentine's Day. Busiest day of the year. So, we're gonna be Jules and Sam- alpha, Ed and Spike, bravo, and in the truck will be me and Perra."

"What if I want him?" Ed said, mockingly, "No offense Spike."

Spike smirked.

"First day and they're already fighting over you. Awkward." Jules whispered into my ear.

Suddenly, an alarm went off.

Over from the dispatch desk, a curly haired woman- Winnie, called out, "Team One, hot call."

"Talk to me Winnie." Greg said to Winnie over the headset, as we ran to the equipment pit to grab our gear.

"Woman pulled a gun on a co-worker at work. She's saying something about her husband having an affair."

"Ok- feed me on the fly."

A/N: I finally got this chapter and the description back up and running (format wise). Thanks for sticking to me! I would upload my third chapter, but I can't, so I won't. :P