A/N Thanks to my two reviewers. I really appreciate it. It gives me an incentive to write. It's a quick one today, but it's not long ;)

Previously:

"Yeah, I think I will. See you there?" Zoë nodded.

"I just need to go change, see you there. Save me a seat." She waited for a confirmative nod and walked out. She opened her locker, looked at the picture that displayed her and Joey. She grabbed the picture of her, her old team and the dog out of her pocket and put it up next to it. She sighed and started changing.

..

Greg left the locker-room, said bye to Winnie and walked across the street to O'Malley's. He entered the bar and looked for his team, he noticed they were in the back. He took a deep breath and walked towards them.

"Hey! Look who's come to join us." Ed said happily.

"Yeah well, it's been a while. Thought after a day like today I'd join you." They were all happily chatting and sometimes slightly arguing by the time Zoë walked into the bar.

…

She walked into the bar and was instantly welcomed by Owen.

"They're in the back, thanks for bringing me Greg. I always get great pleasure out off talking about soccer with him, everyone always talks about ice-hockey here." Zoë smiled.

"Thanks. And about the soccer-thing, Ireland didn't do bad in the European championships for a first tournament since 2002." She left Owen standing there flabbergasted. A girl talking about soccer in Canada? She walked up to her team.

"So this is where you hang out huh?" She thanked Spike as he grabbed her a chair. She looked at the empty glasses and bottles on the table."Tell you what, since this is my first time here, I'll buy you guys a round. What will it be?" They all knew they could drink two beers and still drive. So most of them wanted a beer, except Jules and Greg. She walked to the bar to place her order.

"Hello again." It was Murray.

"Hi, Murray right?" He nodded.

"You remember me, Zoë."

"Of course, I would've starved without you." She flashed him a false-smile.

"What'll it be?"

"4 beers, two diet coke and a regular coke." He nodded, grabbed the drinks and put them on a tray for her. "Thanks" She paid and walked to the table. "Here you go." Zoë put all the drinks on the table before returning the tray.

Zoë was so lost in thought she didn't hear Spike call for her an hour or so later. He touched her shoulder to get her attention. "Zoë? You okay?"

"Uh, yeah. Just lost in thought. What's up?"

"I'm going home, I was wondering if you need a ride." She looked towards the group and noticed Sam, Jules and Wordy were gone already.

"Yeah, that'd be great Spike." She grabbed her jacket and looked over to Ed en Greg. "See you tomorrow? We've got the weekend-shift, right?" They both nodded.

"See you tomorrow." Greg said as Ed took another swig from his beer.

…

Spike and Zoë crossed the street back to the SRU-parking lot. There weren't many cars left. They got into his truck."So, where do you need me to drop you off?"

"You don't even know where you have to drive me to?" Spike shook his head. "What if I live across town from you?" He shrugged.

"Then I'll drive across town."

"Humberside av."

"That's.."

"If I look out my window I see the school where I shot a 14 year old kid today, yeah."

"Maybe that's not such a good idea?"

"I'm fine Spike." He looked at her, clearly he didn't believe her but he started the car anyway. He stopped in front of the hotel.

"So, thanks for the beer."

"You're welcome Spike." She looked at the hotel, and through the trees she could see the school. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

"I've got a guest bedroom"

"Nah, Spike. I'm good, but thanks for asking." She smiled at him, wished him a goodnight and left the car. "Thanks for the ride." She smiled at him as she closed the door.

…

She walked through a street, in full SRU-gear. There was a loud bang, she turned towards it and started walking, there was someone lying on his stomach in SRU-gear. No, it couldn't.. She walked towards him and turned him around. It was Spike. She checked for a pulse but there wasn't any. She heard a lot of gun-fire.

"This is Bravo, I just got shot. It's in my neck, I'm" Then the line went quiet.

"ED!, ED!"Zoë yelled, the only thing she got in return is silence.

"Zoë," It was Greg, "Help me, I'm on the sixth floor of the Welles-tower. I can't hold on for much longer."

Zoë turned to look at the building, she ran inside and climbed the stairs to the sixth floor. She noticed Jules slumped against a wall, a lot of blood was on the wall behind her. Zoë checked for a pulse, nothing. Ed was lying not far way. Again, no pulse. She noticed both Wordy and Sam lying halfway through the hall. Both were gone. She heard someone. It was Greg, she walked over to him and put her hands on the bullet wound.

"Serge, Greg, hold on. Help is on the way okay?"

"I can't Zoë, you gotta go. He'll kill you to."

"Who is, Greg?" She had tears in her eyes.

"He's here." Zoë turned around. And felt Greg's hart stop beating under her hands.

"I told you I would kill you, pigs."

"You, you killed them? All of them?" He nodded proudly.

"They wouldn't give up who killed Jeff, so I just killed them all. What about you? Who killed my brother?"

"David, just put the gun down." He pulled the trigger.

Zoë woke up screaming, bathing in sweat and out of breath. She checked her phone, she'd only been asleep for about an hour. Last time she checked her phone is was 1 a.m. It was now 2:15. She was glad she didn't stay with Spike, he didn't need to know about her nightmares. Ed did, and that was good enough for now. She didn't fall asleep for the rest of the night. So she was glad when her alarm went off at six. She has to be at SRU at seven, but she had a feeling she was going to be a little, a lot, earlier today. She decided to walk to SRU and eat breakfast at a coffee shop on the way. It was about a 15 minute walk.

She entered SRU at 20 to seven. She smiled at the man sitting behind the desk. Apparently Winnie didn't start till seven or eight. She walked into the women's locker-room and changed into her sweats. She walked into the gym and towards the treadmill. She'd been running for a while before Spike came in. He took a look at the display on the treadmill and noticed the time it said she'd been running.

"You're here early."

"Yeah, set my alarm wrong. So I was up really early." Spike nodded.

"Sleep right?"

"Yeah, just fine." She continued watching TV, she had brought a sappy movie to watch while she was running. Ed came walking in.

"Owyeah, we bring another girl in and that is on our TV." Greg walked in.

"No Reservations, huh?" He got up on the bike.

"Don't give me grief for watching it," She told Ed. "Serge here, recognizes it within a minute."

She smiled at Greg. After Zoë finished running, she turned the movie off.

"You're not going to let us see the ending?" It was Wordy.

"Didn't know you wanted to." She looked at Ed who shrugged.

"You can't leave us hanging like that." She smiled and pressed play again, it continued where she stopped it. She asked Spike if he was up for sparring, on their way to the mats they passed Ed.

"You look tired."

"I just ran for half an hour." This was not the place where Zoë wanted Ed bringing up her nightmares. Ed just nodded.

It was about an half an hour later when Zoë went to the locker-room because she forgot her bottle of water. Ed followed her in.

"You slept ok?" She could just lie and tell him she did.

"No." She never lied to a team leader and she wasn't going to start now.

"How much did you sleep?" She looked at the floor briefly and then back to him.

"An hour or so. It's no big deal, what do you care anyway. You don't even like me."

"What do I care? We're a team Zoë, the team is only as strong as its weakest link."

"Oh, now I'm the weakest link. Nice."

"When you've had an hour of sleep after a stressful day, yeah."

"I'm fine, it'll be over in a day or two." She was starting to get annoyed with him. Of course he didn't care.

"And what if it isn't?"

"Then I'll go talk to someone." She grabbed her bottle and turned to leave.

"No you won't." She sighed. 'I should've lied' Zoë thought to herself. She left the locker-room and returned to the gym. Ed followed her.

"Greg, can we talk for a second." Zoë looked around at Ed, if looks could kill..

A/N Weren't you glad she was just dreaming?