A/N

This is kinda a boring chap so that's why you get it this soon. I wanna write fun stuff:P

It's kinda pathetic that I have 35 people reading this story, of which one reviewed my last chap. So if you could PLEASE review, I would really appreciate it. And wow, enrico colantoni (greg) is 49, I thought more along the lines of 42/43. Let's just say Greg is born in 1970 makes him 42 xD. Anyone else sad season 5 is gonna be the last?

Previously:

"Ed's just jealous we got ourselves another great shot."

"I think Ed used the word Good, not great." Zoë turned around to face Greg.

"I think he just misses Lou, we all do." He sounded so sad when he brought Lou up. Zoë stepped closer towards him, trying to give him some kind of comfort..

"I'm not trying to replace him Greg. But if you ever want to talk about it, call me. I know what it's like." She put a hand on his shoulder and walked past him. "See you tomorrow?" He nodded.

"I'll be here at six, just a couple more tests left and you're a member." She smiled and walked away.

..

Zoë's alarm went off early the next morning. She figured Greg saying he would be there at 6 meant, 'be there at six'. She picked up a newspaper as she walked out of the hotel towards her car, she really had to find a house. But between the SRU and working out she didn't have much time. She still had to sell her house back in Belgium but a friend was living there so she wasn't in much of a hurry. Besides, now she always had a place to stay when she was in Antwerp.

She was checking out the house-section while she walked inside the elevator and turned back around to wait for the doors to open. She was so busy reading she didn't notice Greg already standing in the back. He looked over her shoulder.

"You want to buy a new house?" Zoë jumped, grabbed a can of pepper spray, turned around and pointed it at him. "Wow" He smiled and held his hands up in defeat. "Guess you were really concentrated on that paper huh?"

"Greg, dammit. Yes, very concentrated" She put the pepper spray back in her bag. "And yes, I'm looking to buy my first Canadian house. Very excited."

"Where are you living now then?" The elevator pinged, letting them know they arrived at their floor.

"Hotel, temporarily. I just don't have much time to look for one."

"Fancy. Just remind me never to surprise you." They walked towards the conference room. Zoë noticed a lie detector standing there.

"You're just lucky I didn't use the pepper spray."

"That I am. You take a seat, I'll be there in a minute." He walked off towards the locker-room.

Zoë sat down and looked at the lie detector. It brought back bad memories. She really should tell Greg that she was trained to withstand lie detector tests and how it brought back bad memories from when she was back in Iraq. Greg, damn she wanted to tell him everything. Stuff she never told anyone. Was she in love with him? She couldn't be, she met him two days ago! Her thoughts were cut short when Greg entered. She should tell him.

"So we're going to start with the lie detector." He grabbed the sensors. "Lift up your arms please." She did as he told her. All those inappropriate thoughts were coming back up in full speed while he put all the sensors in place. He looked at the screen and noticed her heart was going pretty fast. "Are you okay?" She shook her head.

"Greg, I need to tell you something." He nodded for her to continue. "Is this confidential? Anything I

"Will be between you and me." He finished for her.

"Good, I told you I was in Iraq. Right?" He nodded. "I got kidnapped. It took them 3 weeks to find me. By the time they did.. I almost died. They wanted information. They hooked me up to a lie detector just like this one. When I refused to say anything at all they.. tortured me." Her heart slowed down considerably. Although if she was honest, she didn't know if her heart rate was raised because of the memory or Greg placing the sensors. "Okay, I feel much better now. Anyway, I know how to lie without the thing picking up on it."

"Why, did they kidnap you?" He was a little impressed.

"I was in a sort of special ops thing. And the US-president came for a tour of some sorts in the middle east, some peace-shit. I was on his protection detail." Yes, Greg was very much impressed.

"It's a formality, I have to do this. Please don't lie." He smiled.

"Okay, fine. Let's begin."

"Answer with 'yes' or 'no' please. Are you ready?"

"Yes."

"You're name is Zoë Washburn?"

"Yes."

"You're born in 1987"

"Yes."

"You're born in a city called Utrecht, in The Netherlands." She snickered at his pronunciation.

"Yes."

"Both your parents are still alive." Zoë paused for a second.

"No." That surprised Greg, obviously he didn't know that. He turned to look at the lie detector which said she was telling the truth.

"When did they die?"

"Yes?" Zoë joked. He raised his eyebrows. "You said I could only answer with yes or no." He smiled kindly.

"When I was 13. July 3., 1995" Greg thought back to their conversation when she joined their rape-case two days ago.

Two days ago:
She nodded. "How far back did you get?"

"To when you were 13, the file is sealed so we don't know what happened."

So this is what happened when she was 13. Well, he wasn't going to make her talk about it during a lie detector test.

They continued with the lie detector, he asked her the standard questions. If she was a spy, saboteur or terrorist. The kind of questions you get if you apply for an U.S. ESTA-visa. Plus some additional questions about the job. Ed knocked and entered after receiving the OK from Greg.

"Hi Ed, oh you gotta watch this." Ed came to stand behind Greg so he could watch the screen. "Zoë can you just lie one more time?" She smiled.

"Two truths and a lie ok?" Greg nodded.

"My name is Zoë Washburn" She waited a second. "I was born in The Netherlands" She waited a second. "My name is Ed Lane." According to the lie detector, she told the truth. Ed's mouth fell open.

"Neat trick, right?" Greg looked up at him.

"Yeah, how did you. Is the machine broken?" Zoë rolled her eyes and demonstrated it again.

"My name is Zoë Washburn" She waited a second. "I'm born in The Netherlands" She waited a second. "My name is Ed Lane." This time, the machine said she was lying about the third 'fact'.

"How, did you?"

"Something she picked up along the way." He winked at her. "Anyway, just wanted to show you. Why did you come in? You need anything?"

"Oh, yeah. It's time for the weigh-in" Greg looked at his watch and sighed. He knew he was going to be the heaviest, again.

"You're right. Let's get this over with."

They walked towards the gym. Zoë following closely.

"You're coming with us?" It was Greg.

"I showed you mine." Was all she said while walking into the gym. Greg was the heaviest and Zoë enjoyed watching the others dragging him over the ground.

"You're turn." Ed said looking at Zoë.

"What?"

"If you're gonna be joining the team, you have to be able to save his life."

Zoë walked towards where Greg was lying on the ground. It reminded her of her best friend, this was not a good day for her. She blinked the memory away and grabbed hold of his vest and pulled him towards the other side. Afterwards she helped Greg up. By the way he was looking at her, she knew that she hadn't pushed the painful memory back far enough.

A/N Btw, dunno if any off you ever had to fill in a ESTA-form, it asked a ridiculous question. I copied this from the site:

C) Have you ever been or are you now involved in espionage or sabotage; or in terrorist activities; or genocide; or between 1933 and 1945 were you involved, in any way, in persecutions associated with Nazi Germany or its allies?

If I were a spy, terrorist, saboteur or genocide-person , would I see yes? I don't think so..