A/N Thanks to all my reviewers. You get good karma every time you leave a review ;)

Not good at medical stuff. As you will see, I borrowed something more than just the characters from the flashpoint writers.

This chapter: a little serious, playful/funny hopefully, a case and maybe a little romance?

Disclaimer: I keep forgetting this thing. Anyway, I don't own shit. Not even if I buy a flashpoint cap or hoodie from their official store J. I'm pretty sure Enrico doesn't come with the cap and Hugh doesn't come with the hoodie. Too bad..

Previously:

"I'm going to stop by the hospital. Want me to grab some take-out on my way to you?" He nodded.

"That'd be great. Want me to come with you?" She shook her head. "See you in a little bit." He looked at the back of her legs, you could see a red line, but it wasn't as bad on the one of her back. Luckily she was still wearing her pants.

…

She decided to walk to the hospital, it was only 3 blocks away. She figured she should call Owen, to make sure he was working.

"Hey, Zoë everything ok?"

"Why would it not be?"

"Cause you mostly call me when you're in trouble or hurt." She laughed.

"I'm hurt. Are you working?"

"No, but I live right across from the hospital. Meet you in front of the ER?"

"Yeah sounds good. I'm a block away."

…

She had just arrived when Owen walked up to her. "Sorry to call you on your evening off."

"It's ok, Christina get's it." Zoë nodded. He got a good look at her now. He reached out to her chin and tilted her head so he could get an even better look. "Did a guy do this to you?" She shook her head. "Did this Parker guy do this to you? Cause I will.."

"No, no. Job." He nodded and they walked inside.

"Exam room free?" The nurse nodded. "Exam room 1 Chief Hunt."

"Chief? Wow, impressive." He smiled at her. "That's impressive, right?"

"Yeah, most people think so." He opened the door to let her in. She hopped onto the table. "So what's going on?" He asked her. She turned her back to him and pulled her shirt off. "Ouch, looks ugly. Whip?"

"Belt, taken hostage during my job today. Also got it on my calf and knee." He took a look at her back..

"I'm going to put a dressing around your upper body, to make sure it doesn't get infected. Some of the skin is missing." She nodded. He then took a look at her calf and knee. "Your knee will be fine in a week or so. Your calf.. I'm going to bandage that as well. But you can take it off after you wake up the day after tomorrow. It should've healed good enough by then." He took care of both and then walked her to the restaurant to make sure she got in the cab safe. Any crook could notice the dressing, so she would be an easy target.

…

Greg had just finished getting everything ready in the guest room when he heard someone knock. He opened the door to find Zoë standing there with a bag of food. "I hope Thai is okay." She walked towards his kitchen and put the bag on the counter. He was glad when he noticed the dressing on her leg, looks like she had been to the hospital.

"Yeah, I haven't had Thai in a while." They sat down.

"Sorry, I was so pissed about being in the truck. It's my job to be wherever you want me to be. And I said some lousy stuff, about you not being my dad, or boyfriend.." She looked him into his eyes.

"That's fine, you were right. I wasn't putting you in the truck because that was in the team's best interest. But because I wanted to keep you safe." They ate in silence for a few minutes. "I followed your advice."

"Did I give advice? Was it good advice?"

"About Dean, you said I should go over there." She nodded.

"Yes, I remember. I was hung-over. So did it work out?" He shook his head.

"I stood at the door, but his mother wouldn't let me talk to him. And said she would sue me if I followed him till he was alone."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hoped it would go better." He nodded.

"Me too." She noticed how sad he was and reached over the table to grab his hand and gently squeeze it.

"Anytime you want to talk, Greg. You can call me."

"What happened to Sir?"

"I was pissed at you."

"And Parker?"

"Want me to call you Parker again? I was planning on calling you Greg at moments where we tell very personal stuff but I can call you whatever you want, Sir." She smiled.

"No, Greg is good. When we're telling very personal stuff." They finished eating.

…

Greg woke up, he didn't know from what. There it was again, the sound. It was someone talking. Who could be talking? It sounded very panicked. He sat up straight and turned the lights on. Then it downed on him.

"Zoë" He got up and walked to her room. He was standing outside the room and heard sounds that would indicate a nightmare. He opened the door and saw her tossing and turning, still asleep. He walked up to the bed. "Zoë" He touched her hand softly. She didn't wake up. "Zoë" he raised his voice a little. Still nothing. "Zoë!" She woke up. She was out of breath and covered in sweat. He put his hand on her cheek. "It was just a nightmare." She leaned into the contact. "Want to talk about it?" She shook her head.

"Do you mind if I hug you?" She asked him with a small voice.

"No of course not." He hugged her. It took her a couple of minutes but her breathing was slowing down.

"I was 13 again." She didn't need to tell him more. She knew he would get it.

"Well, you're not." They sat there for a little bit. They both had no idea how long they sat there. "You've got me now."

"I'm going to try to sleep again." He nodded and got up.

"I'm just at the end of the hall." She nodded.

"Thanks. For waking me up before it got to the worst part." He smiled and closed the door.

…

Zoë woke up at five-thirty, she quietly got dressed. She opened her door and glanced to the end of the hallway. She noticed the door was shut so he was probably still asleep. She walked downstairs as quietly as she could. The stairs squeaked a little bit, but nothing noisy enough to wake someone up. She then walked to the kitchen to start the coffee.

Greg woke up from the nice smell of coffee, he looked at his alarm and noticed it was almost six. His alarm would go off in a few minutes anyway so he got up and dressed. He stood in front of his closet for a second. He had never paid much attention to what he wore before. But somehow he wanted to look nice. He wasn't sure which shirt to wear. He knew Zoë liked both the dark blue and the pink. But the pink got him grief at work, so he opted for the blue.

He walked into the kitchen to find Zoë drinking coffee. She got up and poured him a cup when she saw him enter the kitchen.

"Thanks. You didn't have to pour it for me though."

"Don't want any coffee stains on that shirt." She looked him up and down. "I love that shirt almost as much as the pink." 'oh, was that to personal?' Zoë though to herself.

"Oh, you do?" He pretended not to know.

"Breakfast?" She asked him. She was eating a sandwich. He walked over to the fridge

"I think I'll go with eggs and a sausage. Want some?"

"No thanks, I want to live past my 60th birthday."

"You saying I don't eat healthy?"

"Yeah, for a cop trying to stay in shape.. You don't eat healthy."

"So you think I should go with a sandwich?"

"Since it's another weigh-in today, yeah.. But it's your choice. It does smell nice." He was still looking into the fridge. He knew she was right. He always lost those things.

"Okay," She was surprised and looked at him. "Starting tomorrow I'll eat healthy." She snickered. Of course he would.. not..

After breakfast they got into his car and went on their way to work.

"Oh, and if we get called in today."

"I'm in the truck, I know. I'm in no shape to run around with a gun." He nodded. "One condition though" He looked at her. "You're not going to leave me alone in that thing." He smiled and nodded. That was fair enough.

…

The day was quiet so far. They were just finished their morning training.

"Anyone hungry?" It was Ed. They had a new rule, if they didn't get called in on Wednesday, one of them would get lunch at O'Malleys. Everyone stopped what they were doing and walked towards Ed to give their order. "Don't look at me, it's not my turn." Everyone looked at Greg.

"Okay, fine. But let's do the weigh-in first. Make sure I can actually get something to eat."

…

Greg went to get lunch after the weigh-in. Of course he was dragged across the floor because he was the heaviest. But he didn't gain any weight since the last time, so he was proud enough.

After he had given everyone their lunch he had disappeared. Zoë walked over to Ed once she finished hers.

"Ed, where's Serge?" He shrugged.

"Locker room?" Zoë nodded and walked towards it.

She knocked and opened the door.

"Parker? You decent?"

"Yeah. I'm good." She walked in further and noticed him sitting on a bench, staring at nothing.

"You felling okay?"

"Yeah." He told himself he was a bad liar.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing." Really bad liar.

"It's something troublesome, right?" Nothing. "Dean?" He shook his head. Not Dean. "Yesterday?" He nodded. "You still think it's your fault?" He glanced at her and then back towards his locker. Yep that was it. She sat down next to him. "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes it was, I put you in the truck."

"You had to put someone in the truck." It didn't help much. "Greg, look at me." He shook his head. "I'm fine, a little bruised but fine. You should've seen me after I was abducted in Iraq."

"You're not fine. You've got a fat lip, a black eye and marks all over your body."

"They don't bother me so much. I'm glad I was in that truck." He glanced over at her, not getting it. "Normally Spike is in it, and we both know I'm way tougher then Spike." She attempted to make him laugh. She got a smile. Good enough.

"True, Spike is a bit of a wuss." They smiled at the joke.

"I don't want you blaming yourself, okay?" He nodded. "Come on, let's go train before Ed comes." They got up and walked towards the door. He grabbed her hand before she reached it, halting her.

"Thanks, Zoë."

"You're here for me, I'm here for you. It's how it works."

…

The rest of the day was spent doing drills and working out. They all headed for the locker rooms as soon as team 5 walked in for the night shift.

"Parker, can you give me a ride?" Zoë nodded.

"You're probably faster than me, come to the locker room when you're done."

She nodded and walked into hers to find Jules already getting dressed after her shower. Zoë didn't like to shower in front of others so she always showered when she got home.

"See you tomorrow, Zoë."

"See you tomorrow." She sat there for a moment and looked at the pictures inside her locker. Then she finished getting dressed and walked towards the men's locker room. She knocked and opened the door on a crack. "Everyone decent?" Ed looked towards the others, most of them were pulling on their jeans except for Wordy, who had a towel around his hips, so it was okay.

"Yeah, we're good." She walked in and looked Wordy up and down.

"You guys really do that, huh."

"Do what?" Wordy asked confused.

"The whole, shower together in a big shower without stalls and having your,, uuh, junk out for everyone to see, thing." She slightly rambled. They nodded.

"You don't?" It was Spike.

"No, I don't feel that comfortable. Maybe it's because we don't do it growing up. Never did it in high school or anything. Maybe it's a culture thing. You do it in high school to, right?" They nodded. "Where's Parker? I'm getting a ride."

"Which one of you funny guys stole my towel." Zoë turned around when she heard Greg, but in a minute or so she would wish she didn't. Because he was completely naked.

She tried to keep her eyes on his face. She really tried, but one quick glance told her that he was in fact completely naked. She quickly looked at his face again trying to keep her eyes there, blushing. She had never had a problem with seeing man in her team naked before, but Greg… She opened and closed her mouth several times trying to form a coherent sentence. She heard the guys behind her snickering. Greg just stood there, hands by his sides. He had no idea what to do.

"I'll, uuuhm. Just-uh, wait" She pointed to the door. "Out there. For you, to.." She accidentally glanced down again. "finish… getting dressed." She turned to walk away not wanting to look at his junk for the third time, and embarrass herself more.

…

She was leaning against the wall when Ed walked out. She turned to him. "Did that just happen?" He smiled.

"Did what happen? You admiring the boss' junk? Yeah that happened."

"I didn't.. Who, stole his towel?"

"Spike."

"Because I was coming or?"

"No, I think that was just an added bonus."

Greg walked out. Zoë blushed slightly again, which caused Greg to smile.

"See you tomorrow, Ed." Zoë said as they walked towards the elevator.

Inside the elevator she looked him up and down."Parker, about the whole.." She let her sentence trail of.

"You can call me Greg, after we shared that intimate moment." She blushed bright red. "You seem more bothered by it then I am."

"So, no big deal?"

"Well, I showed you mine.." She smacked his chest. "One boob?" She smacked his chest harder. "Ok, fine." She looked at him, he found all this very amusing.

…

It was a couple of days later when Zoë's phone rang at six-thirty in the morning.

"Parker, slept through your alarm and want me to save your ass. Again?" She could hear him laughing.

"No, not this time. I just tried to start my car but it's dead. And I know you have a rental since a week or so. And you come past my house on your way to work. Could you pick me up?" She grabbed her keys and bag. She was just on her way out.

"Well geez, Parker. That's asking quite a lot don't you think?" He could hear the amusement in her voice. "I mean, I just arrived at SRU myself." She walked to her front door and quickly grabbed the music beanie Ed had given her, they would be training outside today. And man, was it cold out. She closed the door and locked it. "Hey Winnie" She pretended to be at HQ.

"Ow, you really are there already. Well never mind then. I'll just take a cab." She smiled.

"I was kidding, Serge. Be there in 5."

"Thanks, Zoë."

…

She got out of her rental and walked to the door. It was slightly ajar and opened when she knocked. It was dark inside.

"Serge?" She put her hand on her gun and went inside. "Parker? You here?" She heard a noise coming from the kitchen. "Greg, is that you?" She took her gun out of her holster and walked towards the kitchen. It was dark so Zoë didn't notice him sitting at the table. He had a flashlight, pointed it at her and turned it on. She jumped and looked around to see Greg. "That's not funny. I could've shot you."

"You're a good cop. I trusted you wouldn't." He got up. "Ready to go? Or are you still shaken up?" She holstered her gun and walked away, leaving him behind in the dark.

…

"Obstacle course" Ed said when they were outside. "Loser gets to spar with Greg."

"Loser? Why not winner? I'm a prize."

"Because sparring with you hurts. So it's an incentive not to lose." Ed said.

"You and Serge joining us today Ed?" It was Jules.

"We are."

…

"Wordy, 38.2. Personal Record. Greg, 40.4. Sam, 38.1. Spike, 39.6. Me, 39.8. Jules, 40.4. Zoë," He pretended that he couldn't read his own handwriting. "Ah, 40.49. Looks like you get to spar with the boss."

"Great." Zoë muttered. She was still a little sore from sparring with him three days ago.

…

"Are you ready old man?" Zoë joked.

"Old man? Just for that, I'm going to kick your ass. But first, can I see your ID? You have to be 18 or over to spar with me. Don't want to be accused of anything..."

"Funny." Zoë put her gloves on. "Just so you know. I'm going to hit you hard. I'm going to fight dirty and I don't pull punches."

"You're going to fight dirty? Now that's not fair."

The rest was watching them amused. They got into the ring. They both got a couple of punches and kicks in. Those would bruise for sure. Greg tripped her and they fell to the ground together. He was on top of her holding her wrists above her head. His face a couple of inches from hers.

"You giving up? Say the word and I'll yet you go, little girl." She smiled.

"Remember what I said about playing dirty?" He nodded. She raised her knee till it was touching his groin.

"You wouldn't dare."

"Want to try me? I'll ask Ed if he could go get those peas." Ed stood watching and smiled at the threat. She wouldn't, would she? Jules came standing next to him.

"What are they talking about?"

"Kicking him in his groin. She wouldn't, right?"

"She would." Jules smiled at him.

"You have three seconds to give up." Nothing. "Two." Nothing. "One." Nothing. "Zero" Kick. She pushed him of her, straddled him and put him in a chokehold. "In all fairness. I've warned you, and I didn't use all my strength."

"I would've kicked your ass if you did."

"Team 1, hot call, gear up." She got up and helped him up.

"Playtime is over. You okay?" He nodded. And walked away.

"You kicked him in his groin." It was Wordy.

"I gave him fair warning. And I would do the same with a subject." He nodded.

"You should."

…

They had been standing outside this building for a couple of minutes now. They were trying to get inside. The subjects didn't pick up the phone. And the whole building was armoured. Complete with bullet proof glass and everything.

"Air shaft." Spike said. "If that's not armoured. And if it is, we have to blow a bomb." They nodded.

"Zoë, Jules go with him, if it's a narrow shaft you will fit through it."

"Serge, I forgot my hair elastic. Can I trade your cap for my sunglasses? My hair keeps blowing in my face." He nodded and handed Zoë his cap.

"It's not like I've got hair to blow in my face." She handed him the sunglasses and followed Spike and Jules inside a building. They had a ladder so they could switch buildings.

They arrived at the shaft and noticed it was indeed too small to fit Spike through it. They used a blowtorch to cut a square in it. Jules went in first.

"Zoë, " Spike said when she was about to drop in. "The doors are electronic. Everything is. You've got to find the servers. To let us in." She nodded and dropped herself down.

"Okay, Jules. Spike said to search for the Servers." She turned her com on. "Spike, basement?"

"Probably, I'll try to figure it out when I'm back in the truck."

"We're flying blind." Jules said.

"Yes. That we are. Literally." They both put on night vision goggles. They made their way to the basement. They passed a room where they heard to people talking.

"Spike" Jules whispered. "Do you at least have camera footage?"

"Negative. They turned everything off."

"We have two people here, we try to open the door and they know we're here. What do we do Serge?" It was Zoë.

"But when you get to the server room, they'll know you're there. Either way they know." Spike said.

"Either way, we're screwed?"

"Pretty much."

"Serge?"

"Make sure we can get in, server room." Greg replied.

"Copy that, moving to basement." They arrived at the basement to find it completely empty. "Spike, how about those floor plans?"

"Why? Having trouble finding a basement?"

"No, we're in it." Zoë said.

"It's just completely empty." Jules finished.

"Got them, let me find the server room for you." It was quiet for a little bit. "Okay, bad news. It's upstairs. By the looks of it, it's the room you heard voices."

"So we go back and try to force the door?"

"Yeah. Or I could hack into the system and see if I could switch everything on from here."

"You couldn't have said that before we crawled through a ventilation shaft?"

"Probably."

"Okay, Zoë, Jules go back to that room and wait in front of it. Check if they are still there." Greg said.

…

It took spike a few minutes but he got into the system. They heard the door click and computers booting. They heard noise inside.

"Serge, there's movement." The subjects walked outside. Jules and Zoë had their guns pointed at them. The man suddenly grabbed the girl around her neck and walked away backwards. "Serge, they came out. The man now has his arm around the girls neck." Zoë said.

"Sir, please let her go." But he wouldn't. At least they had a face now, they could identify them.

"Zoë, the rest is on their way." It was Greg. "Keep covering Jules. We can see you." The couple walked away. The rest of the team arrived. Minutes passed as they tried talking them down.

"Got an ID." It was Spike. "Names are Joël Smith and Kat Reynolds. They're engaged. She has SLE, her brain is deteriorating. She was diagnosed a week ago, they have given her two weeks to live." Ed noticed something sticking out of Joël's pocket.

"Spike, see if you can see what he has in his pocket. It's sticking out. Looks like a vial and a needle."

"Give me a second" Spike was able to zoom in and get a pretty clear picture. "Morphine. I think they want her to overdose before it becomes really bad."

"I'm coming your way." It was Greg. He walked out the truck and turned around. "Come Spike, I'm not leaving anyone alone." Spike nodded and followed him inside.

..

They were able to talk the man down. Kat begged him to kill her, but in the end he couldn't. He was planning on killing himself with an overdose as well. Greg was able to make sure they spent the last weeks of her life together. They were now back at HQ, everyone was sitting around the table. They had just finished the evaluation. It was completely quiet.

"I still think we should've let him do it." It was Spike. Zoë, Jules and Wordy nodded.

"I wasn't our place to make that choice. We had to do our job, follow the rules." It was Ed.

"Screw the rules, everyone should have the chance to be with the people they love. Even if it means dying with them." Jules said. Zoë and Greg looked at each other.

"And by doing our job, we made that choice for them." It was Zoë. She got up. "I'm going to change. We still on for the bar?" They nodded and all got up.

…

They weren't talking much when they were at the bar. Zoë went to get another round of drinks.

"Rough day?" It was Owen O'Malley.

"Yeah, definitely."

"Shouldn't Ed and Kevin be going home? Having wives and a family?" Owen had gotten pretty familiar with them.

"I think they don't want to take it home. But I'm sure they'll give them an extra kiss." She smiled at him when he gave her the drinks. "Thanks."

She walked back to the table and put the drinks down. She sat there for about 10 minutes before she finished her soft drink.

"I'm going home. Anyone need a ride?" Greg and Spike nodded.

"If you don't mind." Spike said.

"No, of course not. Don't want you driving when you've had more than a couple." He wasn't drunk, but little buzzed. Just enough to know he shouldn't be driving. "You can leave your car here, I'll give you a ride here for the weekend shift tomorrow." Spike nodded.

…

She dropped Spike off first and then Greg. She watched as he walked towards his front door and went in. She promised to pick him up tomorrow, as his car wouldn't have fixed itself. She watched as the door closed, but she made no move to drive away.

She'd been sitting outside his house for over an hour now. The lights inside were still on. She made a decision and got out of her car. She knocked.

"Hey, Zoë." He said after he had opened the door. "Did you forget something?" She stepped closer, kissed him and pushed him inside.

"I did." She said after they had pulled apart. She looked into his eyes. "I'm ready, to try a relationship. Today made me realise that life is short, and I shouldn't waste too much time on waiting for the perfect moment. There will never be a perfect moment, just right moments. And this right moment is as perfect as it'll be. I like you, and I'll transfer to a different team. I'll jump through every hoop they throw my way. I don't care as long as I've got you. But I'm no good at the whole relationship-thing, so I really need your help with that." She took a breath, he didn't say anything. 'Oh god, he didn't want a relationship.' She had just finished that thought when she felt his lips on hers. Her hands gripped the lapels of his shirt before starting to unbutton it. He pushed her up against the wall as she kissed his neck. Greg broke the kiss when she was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt.

"Zoë, I need to ask you something. I don't mean to sound, rude or insensitive." She nodded. 'Oh god, he can't handle the scars..' "I know that you've been raped." He looked into her eyes to check so was okay. "But," There was no right way to ask this without sounding either lame or rude. "Have you ever made love?" She blinked, looked to the ground and back to him.

"I've slept with a guy before." He raised his eyebrows. "But, it was just sex." He would take that as a 'no'.

"Then, I don't want to rush it. I want to do it right." He raised his hand to gently touch her face. "For us."

"You want to take it slow, date first?" He nodded. "Sounds like a plan. But I'll still need to ask for a transfer tomorrow, right?" He nodded.

"But I don't mind transferring." She shook her head.

"It's your team. There's a guy in team 2. I know he wants to go to team 1. Besides, team 2 is good. We have the same shifts mostly." He nodded. She kissed him. "Or is kissing no good?" He smiled at her.

"No, kissing is good." He kissed her and broke it off when it started to get heated. "You should go, I don't know how long I'll be able to control myself." She smiled.

"See you tomorrow. Pick you up at six-thirty." She gave him a quick kiss and left.

A/N I know, the writers' did a better job with 'Last Dance' but I didn't want to write Last Dance verbatim. Please R&R. What about the ending? Lemme know.