A/N I had no idea how the tactical works, and since I couldn't find an episode in which Greg asked that stuff (I faintly remember him doing so) I just.. well, see for yourself. Thanks for anyone who send me a PM or review.

Previously:

"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.

"Hey Winnie" Zoë walked towards the desk. "Apparently, cause I'm the newbie I get to take lunch orders and treat everyone to lunch. What would you like" Winnie smiled at her.

"Where are you ordering?"

-Two hours earlier-

"Zoë" She had been sitting in the conference room waiting for Greg to return from the locker-room. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" She looked up, trying to erase all sadness from her features.

"You didn't look to happy, dragging me across the floor." She smiled, but Greg noticed it didn't reach her eyes.

"Well, I felt bad for you. It's a filthy floor." She joked. Greg dropped it for now.

"So your tactical" Zoë nodded. "Let's get this over with." Greg sat down with a clipboard opposite.

…

15 minutes later he got a text from Ed, asking if she passed. He replied straight away and it wasn't long before Ed, Sam, Jules, Spike and Wordy were standing at the door. Greg signaled for them to enter.

"What's up Eddie?" Greg already knew what was going down.

"We got something for Zoë. Thought you could do the honours."

"Ed, you're the team leader."

"I know, just thought I'd let you do it once." Greg nodded and walked towards Ed. Ed handed him a box. Zoë was a little anxious for what was in the box. It was either something good, or another hazing. Greg put the box down on the table next to Zoë.

"Zoë," He opened the box. "On behalf of everyone here, I would like to welcome you to the team." He pulled out her SRU-uniform. Zoë just smiled, and Greg couldn't help but notice it reached her eyes. It wasn't anything like the fake-smile she had put up for the last half hour.

"What are you waiting for, rookie. Put it on." Spike encouraged her.

She put the shirt on over her t-shirt. It fit perfectly, it was kind of creepy how they guessed her size. "Thanks you guys. It's great to be part of the team."

"Jules will show you your locker, you can go change. You start today." It was Ed. Everyone congratulated her before she went to the locker-room with Jules. Jules sat down on the bench.

"How does it feel?" Jules asked her.

"Being part of a team again? Great." She took a photo and magnet out of her bag and put it on the inside of her locker. The picture was of her and a guy. It looked little old, from two years ago maybe. The guy was in his early to mid-twenties. Jules couldn't put her finger on their surroundings. They were both dressed casually.

"Boyfriend?" She asked genuinely interested. Zoë looked over to her briefly and took a deep breath.

"Dead best friend." She sighed. "He was killed in front of my eyes in Iraq, two nine-year-old kids shot him." She started to put on her uniform.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it." She closed her locker. She couldn't help but wonder why Ed didn't want to give her the uniform. "Did I put everything on right?" She didn't put on her bulletproof vest, she wouldn't be wearing that uncomfortable thing if the rest wasn't either.

"Yeah, perfect. Come on. Time for lunch." They walked back to the conference room.

"AAH! Our rookie, good 'cause I'm hungry." It was Sam.

"Yeah, Zoë. Because you're the rookie, you get to buy us lunch and bring it here. How does that sound?" It was Ed.

"Like a rookie-job." Zoë replied. "Fine, I'll go get lunch. Where would you like me to get it?" She grabbed her phone to write down what everyone wanted. Everybody waited to hear where lunch was going to be ordered, they couldn't decide what to order until they knew where they were ordering. But Sam en Ed couldn't agree on a place.

"At O'Malley's would be great Zoë." It was Greg. "It's just across the street and they've got pretty much anything." He looked at the rest and everyone seemed a little gobsmacked. Zoë walked away to get Winnie's order after the rest had already put theirs in.

"Is it because she's a girl?" Sam asked Greg. Greg smiled.

"You already got to cuff her Sam. You can't do both."

…

"Hey Winnie" Zoë walked towards the desk. "Apparently, cause I'm the newbie I get to take lunch orders and treat everyone to lunch. What would you like" Winnie smiled at her.

"Where are you ordering?"

"O'Malley's? It seems to be across the street." Winnie smiled. Greg must've had something to do with that. They usually sent the rookie across town. Sam had to drive 15 miles, in lunch-rush-hour. It took him over an hour to get back with food.

"I love O'Malley's, okay I would like a tuna-salad-sandwich and a diet coke. O'Malley's has the best fish-sandwich in 10 miles." She smiled as Zoë wrote it down. "What're you having?"

"Don't know yet. I'll see when I get there."

"I recommend a fish-sandwich."

"Yeah. Spike recommended a pizza, Sam a pastroni sandwich, Wordy a meatball sandwich, Ed a hamburger, Jules the fried chicken salad and Greg a chicken filet sandwich. So far, Greg's sounds amazing. So I'll just see what they have. Thanks Winnie!" With that she walked away.

…

Surprisingly, O'Malley's was indeed right across the street. Somehow she expected it to be closed, or a note hanging on the door that said they just moved. She entered it and noticed it really looked Irish. Which she loved immediately.

"AH! Is the SRU hungry again?" An Irish man behind the bar said.

"They, we sure are." She smiled at him.

"I don't know you, are you new?" He seemed nice.

"I am, first day today so I'm on lunch-duty. They come here more often then?"

"Yes, every Friday after work and when they are hungry. And since it's not Friday, they must be hungry. I'm Owen, Owen O'Malley." Zoë shook the hand he extended.

"Zoë, Zoë Washburn. Can I give you the order? I'm afraid that if I'm gone too long they'll kill me." She joked.

"Yes, yes of course!" Zoë placed her order. She and Owen were having a nice chat. "My son, Murray, a very nice bloke. Single, by the way, will have it ready in no time. Are you single?"

"I am, Mr O'Malley."

"OH please! Call me Owen." He grabbed a cup of coffee for himself and offered her one, which she happily took. "I think you would like my son. Would you like to go out with him?" That didn't take Zoë by surprise, he was not a very subtle man.

"I, just got out of a relationship. I'm going to focus on work for a little bit. But I'll keep it in mind." She wasn't going to agree to a date when she had never even seen the guy. Besides, she had been through an emotional rollercoaster last month. Murray chose that moment to bring in some of the food, well she had to admit he was one good-looking Irishman.

"I think that's it." Owen said, they checked it as he put everything in two bags. "And if I forgot anything, just call and Murray can bring it over." Zoë laughed.

"Thanks Owen, but I think I've got everything." She paid and walked back to her hungry team. 'My team' Zoë thought, that sounds good.

"Say hi to Greg, tell him he should join the team on Friday." He yelled after her.

…

"Hey Winnie" Zoë said as she stepped out of the elevator. "Here you go" She put her sandwich and drink on the counter.

"Thanks Zoë" She said as she gladly grabbed her sandwich.

"Your welcome."

"Food's here!" Wordy called out when he noticed Zoë standing at Winnie's desk. He walked towards her to grab his sandwich out of the bag. Zoë swatted his hand away.

"Patience. Let me get to the conference room first." She laughed as she walked that way. She put one bag on the table and walked away with the other. The bag had barely touched the table or Spike, Wordy, Sam and Ed where hording it. Greg and Jules stood watching from the other side of the table. Zoë walked towards them with the other bag. "No worries, I figured this would happen." She put the bag down. And took out her sandwich and diet coke.

"So what did you chose?" Jules asked enjoying her salad.

"Chicken sandwich, Greg practically talked it into my mouth." She smiled at Jules. "Let's hope you don't disappoint me Greg."

"I never disappoint." Zoë smiled before taking a bite from her sandwich.

"Hmm," She made a appreciative sound. Jules laughed and walked away to join Ed and the others in a heated discussion.

"This is amazing, it reminds me of my mom's sandwiches." She smiled towards Greg. But her eyes betrayed her.

"Do you miss her a lot?" She looked up, did he just..

"Yeah, I do. It's not too bad right now, but at big moments in my life… " She let her sentence trail off. "Sometimes I just want to call her, when my best friend died or when I get a new job." She smiled at him. "But it's been a while. I can handle it pretty good now. How about you, do you miss Lou?" She asked carefully, she didn't want to step on his toes.

"Hmm, he was a great friend. I miss him a lot, he was a funny guy. But I think Spike misses him the most." He looked over to Spike.

"Hmm," She took another bite from her sandwich. "That reminds me, Owen asked me if I wanted to tell you: Hi and you should join the team on Friday." Greg smiled, Owen is a good guy.

"Yeah, I think I will."

"He told me you guys go there every Friday after shift, you don't join them?"

"I " Greg didn't get to finish his sentence.

"Zoë!" It was Spike. "Tell us a funny story." She briefly looked at Greg.

"A funny story? Geez Spike. I don't think I know any funny stories."

"Sure you do." It was Jules.

"Hmm, well most stories I know are from the army. And they don't tend to be funny." She smiled at them.

"You can have fun anywhere." Sam spoke up.

"Okay, fine. There is one story about a dog? But I doubt it's very funny."

"A dog, most funny stories have animals in them." Greg encouraged.

"Fine, we were in between 'real' missions. We were visiting a couple of villages a day. Making sure there weren't any Al Qaida members holding the villages hostage. In one of the villages there was a really cute stray dog."

"Aren't stray dogs filled with fleas and dirt..?" Wordy asked with a furrowed brow.

"Would you rather I make it a cat for you?" Wordy shook his head. "Anyway, the dog followed us through the village and started barking at a guy that had been following us. We had been keeping an eye on that guy since we walked in. Joey, he was one of us, he strip searched the guy and found a kilo of cocaine on the guy and an Al Qaida tattoo. Since the dog helped us, Joey gave him a sandwich, she looked really hungry ate it within a second. That obviously didn't help with the dog following us. She followed us the rest for the day, so the guys wanted to take her with us. We asked our sergeant and he said is was okay as long as we all agreed on it and would take care of her. The guys all wanted to take her home, so they all looked at me. What can I see, when there are six guys all looking at you, 5 of which were looking really nicely at me, for a decision.. I caved and we took the dog with us. When we came back in the camp, the staff sergeant noticed a dog.. Let's just say he was not amused. He said that someone could've bugged the dog. And he made Joey go over the dog with the sensor twice. We all stood there watching, laughing our ass off. The thing found no bugs, our staff sergeant made us wash the dog as well. The guys got tired of it pretty fast so I ended up training her, she helped us track drugs and such in every village. Then they wanted to take her back home, so we had to find a vet to give her all the shots. Let's just say that vet can retire now." They all smiled at her story. "Told you it was a bad story."

"So what happened to the dog?" It was Jules.

"Oh, uuhm. He lives in a farm now. She retired."

"But who got to take her? They all wanted her right?" It was Spike. "I would. Joey took her, right?"

"No, she lives with Adam's wife and children now."

"Wife? Why not with Adam?" Apparently, Spike was a total dog-person.

"He uuh, killed himself two days after we came back." A silence fell over them. "Anyway it was, is a cute dog." She grabbed a picture out of her pocket and handed It to Spike. It was a picture of her, her team and the dog in front of it.

"It really is a cute dog." Spike laughed.