A/N Please remember my first language is Dutch, not English.

Thank you for the reviews. One of my reviewers was a Guest, so I couldn't reply. So I'll use the A/N to do that

Alicat:

I'm really glad you like the story and thinks it runs smoothly and that is isn't OOC. I try my best but staying true to the characters is really hard for me.

I forgot to insert a line explaining the reason for the Kitchen/Flashpoint scene. It was Greg's payback for letting him think he would have to take a cab. But there wasn't really a purpose. But I'll probably bring it up in conversation somewhere.

I'm glad you're wishing for chapters to magically appear. There are days I can update two times a day, but I try to update at least once a day. I've got vacation now so I can do it.

I hope you keep enjoying the story.

Previously:

"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.

…

She had a good night's sleep that night. Without a nightmare even. She pulled up to Greg's house just on time. She smiled when he left his house.

"You know how much I like that shirt." She smiled at him, he was wearing pink.

"Good morning to you to." He gave her a quick peck on her lips.

"Listen, about the team and us." He raised his eyebrows. Had she changed her mind? "Can we, not tell them? Not about the transfer. I want to tell them about that. But, about the reason? Us?" He nodded.

"Sure, but.. why?"

"Because it's fun." He smiled and nodded. "Let's go pick Spike up."

…

She stopped in front of Spike's house, honked once and waited. Nothing. She honked again. Still nothing.

"I'm going to get him." She smiled at Greg and got out of the car. "Not a word!" She said before she slammed the door shut.

She rang the doorbell. A woman opened the door.

"Ah! You must be Michaelangelo's colleague."

"That's me, I'm Zoë." She extended her hand but the woman kissed her once on each cheek.

"He's upstairs, you can go get him."

"Thanks Mrs Scarlatti." She walked up the stairs. "Spike?"

"Second door on your right." He called out. She walked in to find him rushing around.

"Overslept?" He nodded.

"Damn beers." Zoë smiled.

"Serge is waiting in the car. I'd hurry up if I were you." She leaned against the doorframe. He stubbed his toe.

"Cazzo!"

"Swearing in Italian, nice. I'll go wait in the car." She walked down the stairs.

"Is there something going on between you and Michaelangelo?"

"No, Mrs Scarlatti. Nothing going on between me and Spike. If you'll excuse me, I'll go wait in the car." Zoë said, very amused.

…

"Spike coming?" Zoë got into the car.

"Yeah, he overslept. It was really funny." They both wanted to talk about their relationship, but both didn't dare.

"What are you planning on telling them? About your transfer." She thought for a second.

"That we can't work together, and you gave me an ultimatum. Don't worry, you just have to play along. Just expect me to be rude, it's nothing personal."

"I hope not." Greg noticed Spike walking out of the house. "Incoming." Spike opened the door to the backseat.

"Did my mother ask you if we are dating?" Spike sat down. Zoë started the car.

"She did." Zoë was clearly amused. "She seems sweet."

"Wait till you find out about her Italian-mother bear side. Sorry I'm late Serge."

"It's fine Spike." There was an awkward silence in the car.

"Is everything okay with you guys?"

"Just fine. Peachy." Zoë snarled.

"Okay.."

…

Spike and Greg made their way to the locker room, while Zoë went to look for Commander Holleran. He was in his office. She was nervous and knocked.

"Come in." She opened the door and came in. "Aah, constable Washburn. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering." He took off his reading glasses. "I would like to transfer to a different team."

"Is something wrong with the team you're in now?" He gestured for her to sit down.

"I'd rather stand." He nodded. "Me and Sergeant Parker want to start a relationship. And since that is against the rules.. I'm transferring."

"I see. Well, there is constable Walker, from team two, he has put in for a transfer to team one a while ago. So you could change places with him." Zoë nodded.

"That would be great, Sir." He nodded.

"I'll talk to Sergeant Parker. And if everything plans out you start in team 2 on Monday."

"Sir, could you keep the reason for my transfer between us. I want to pull a fast one on my team first."

"I will if you hold off on the dating until you're actually in team 2."

"Thanks you." She left and walked towards the locker room. Ed stopped her just before she could get in.

"What was that about?" Zoë was about to answer when Holleran walked into the men's locker room. When he came out a few seconds later Greg was following him.

"You'll hear with the rest." She walked into the locker room. Ed followed her.

"Did something happen?"

"Ed, I need to change."

"I don't mind." She glared at him. He turned around so she knew he couldn't watch.

"Ed.."

"I won't watch. I promise." She sighed. It seemed he wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Fine. But turn around and you lose an eye." She started changing.

"So what happened?"

"You'll find out with the rest."

"I'm your team leader."

"I know, but he's my Sergeant."

"So something happened. Did he report you for something?" He thought for a second. "Did you do something that needed reporting?" She walked past him without answering because she had finished getting dressed.

…

"Sergeant, sit down." Greg took a seat.

"I have just spoken with constable Washburn." Greg nodded. "She has just requested a transfer." He nodded again. "You two want to try a relationship."

"Yes sir."

"Constable Walker takes her place starting Monday." Greg nodded.

"That would be good." They both got up and shook hands.

"Go inform your team Sergeant. Pull 'a fast one' as constable Washburn put it." Greg nodded and walked out.

….

Zoë and Ed just walked out of the locker room when they noticed Greg approaching them.

"Ed conference room, now." He said sternly. "Go get the rest." He looked at Zoë. "You, come with me." Wow, if she didn't know better she would think he was really pissed at her.

…

When the team entered the conference room they noticed Greg at one end of the table and Zoë at the other.

"Everything okay Serge?" It was Spike. Ever since this morning he had a bad feeling.

"Take a seat guys." He waited until everyone was seated. Zoë had a pissed look on her face. "Zoë do you want to tell them.." It wasn't really a question. More of a command.

"Tomorrow is going to be my last shift on team 1." Everyone looked surprised at their boss. This was a joke right?

A variation of "What?", "Why?" and "This is a joke." could be heard.

"Greg?" It was Ed. Greg nodded towards Zoë to continue.

"Me and Sergeant Parker can't work together in harmony anymore. He gave me an ultimatum. Quit, transfer or get fired. So I'm starting in team 2 on Monday."

"But your part of our family." Spike said. She shrugged.

"I'm sorry guys. I guess I'll have to miss the next barbecue and the one after that, and the one after that."

"What happened?" It was Ed.

"It hasn't been going good, I just can't stay."

"I don't believe you." It was Ed. "You'll start with us on Monday right?" She shook her head.

"No, I won't." Right then they saw Holleran talking to Walker outside of the conference room. Ed walked outside. He talked for a minute or so with Holleran and came back in.

"She's really leaving." He announced to the room and walked away.

…

"How can you let her leave, Greg." Ed was a little pissed.

"It doesn't work anymore Ed. And with our jobs we need to have people we can trust."

"So, she did something that caused you not to trust her anymore?"

"I'm not going to tell you what happened, Eddie." He nodded and walked out.

…

The rest of the day went by quietly. They trained, keeping an eye on their Sergeant and Zoë. It really looked like they were having a fight. They didn't talk to each other unless it was absolutely necessary and they certainly didn't eat lunch together as they normally did.

"Ed, can you drop me off home?" Ed looked up from his locker to see Greg. "Zoë picked me up this morning, but she left already."

"So, it's real? You guys are really having a fight?"

"More like a war. But yeah Ed, she's transferring." Ed nodded.

"Sure, I'll give you a ride."

…

"Soph, I'm home." Ed said when he walked into his house. He found her sitting on the couch.

"How was your day? Saved lives?" He shook his head.

"No, quiet day. Zoë's transferring." Sophie looked up. "She and Greg can't work together anymore."

"Really?" He nodded. "I thought for sure they would end up together."

"They were distant all day. But we'll know for sure on Monday, tomorrow is her 'last day'. " He used his hands to make the parentheses when he said last day.

"Be nice to her."

"I'm always nice." His wife gave him a 'no you're not'-look.

…

Greg's phone vibrated

'You alone?'

'I am, you?' Greg replied.

It didn't take long before his ringtone went off.

"Hey there."

"Hey, I think things went pretty good today."

"I feel bad tor tricking them." He could hear her laugh.

"I don't. It's really happening."

"Yeah, you want to come over? Watch a movie or something?"

"I can't, commander Holleran asked me to wait until Monday. Something to do with a technicality."

"Do you want to go out with me on Tuesday?"

"You don't waste time, do you? Serge."

"Like you said. No time to waste."

"Tuesday sounds good. Let me know what to wear?" He smiled.

"Didn't peg you for the dress-up type."

"Well, that depends on the guy and where we're going. I don't wear a dress to work, but I've got a couple of them in my closet."

"I will, see you tomorrow. Constable."

"Goodnight, Sir" She hung up.

…

Sunday was quiet, they only had one call, a domestic, which was resolved within an hour. The man cheated on the wife, wife found out and wanted to kill the mistress. They had gone to O'Malleys that evening, to celebrate Zoë's last hours on team one. Greg didn't come, making them think it was really because they had a fight.

Monday morning had arrived. Zoë walked into the locker room. She was glad team 1 and 2 had the same shifts most days. She would miss her friends way too much. Then she joined team 2. Team 1 were all a little surprised. Somehow they had all thought it was still a joke, but now it become real. It had been a busy day, both team 1 and 2 were out on calls several times.

Tuesday was quiet again. Neither of the teams had any calls, not that they minded. At least now Zoë and Greg knew they would get out of there on a decent time. They had kept the act on, letting everyone think the reason for transferring was that they just couldn't get along anymore.

The clock hit seven on Tuesday.

"Donna, can we go?" It was Zoë. Donna nodded.

"You all did good today. Go home, eat. Enjoy your evening."

…

Zoë was in the locker room wearing a dress and she was just putting on makeup and doing her hair. It was a nice, classy cocktail dress.

"Going out on a date?" Both Donna and Jules entered the locker room.

"I am, actually."

"Do we need to do a background check on the guy?" She smiled.

"Nah, I think I'm good."

"Is he picking you up here?" Donna asked.

"He is."

"Good." Jules said.

…

Ed was looking at Greg. He hadn't seen him dress up in a while. He was wearing dress pants with a dark blue shirt, Greg knew it was the one Zoë liked, and he even put on a suit jacket.

"Where are you taking this girl?" He didn't think about it being Zoë.

"Canoe"

"Over on Wellington?" Ed said incredulously.

"Yeah. Why, are there others?" Greg said casually.

"That's the most expensive, fanciest place in town. She must be something special, this girl." Greg smiled.

"She is." He grabbed his gym bag and left the locker room.

…

"Going someplace fancy?" Donna asked Zoë

"Yes, though he hasn't told me the name so I hope I'm dressed accordingly."

"Third date?" Donna asked.

"First." Zoë looked at them. Was it weird to go somewhere fancy on a first date? She had absolutely no idea. Jules and Donna looked at each other.

"Wow. Must be some guy." Jules said. She smiled.

"He is." She grabbed her bag and closed her locker. "Now, if you'll excuse me." She left the locker room.

"Oh, I got to see this guy." They said in unison and followed Zoë out.

…

Zoë had just been waiting, Jules and Donna by her side. When Greg and Ed walked out. He looked around and spotted Zoë. He walked towards her and kissed her on her cheek.

"You look beautiful." Everyone's jaw practically dropped to the floor.

"Don't look to bad yourself. Is the dress okay?"

"Perfect." They were about to walk away when Ed stopped them.

"Hold on. You two weren't having a fight?" Jules quickly called the guys out of the locker room. Zoë and Greg shook their heads. "You transferred because you wanted to date." Zoë nodded. "I hate you. I'll get you back for this." He pointed at Greg. By now the guys had joined them in the hall, Sam still pulling on his shirt.

"Wow, you clean up nice Zoë." Spike said, he couldn't see Greg from where he was standing. "Who is the lucky guy?"

"Serge" Ed answered.

"But I thought you transferred because you couldn't work together." Wordy said.

"You tricked us." It was Spike. Greg smiled at Zoë and put his hand on her lower back.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Zoë nodded and they walked into the elevator.

"They tricked us." Spike said again.

"They played us." Sam replied.

"They lied to us." Wordy couldn't believe it.

"And you call yourself perceptive." Holleran walked past them.

"Where are they going?" Jules asked Ed, fairly certain he would know.

"Canoe." He answered.

"Wow." They all said.

A/N I looked up 'Fancy restaurant Toronto' in google maps. Apparently Canoe is one of the fanciest, if not the most fancy. Anyone from Toronto who can confirm that for me? I think this was really one of my lesser chapters.