TJ has returned! (Fist pump) Ok, so I had those glorious things called exams and couldn't get on here any sooner. But I'm here now, so let's give this a go! Again, I don't own Flashpoint. Nor do I own Pampered Chef. Again, that was a random product inclusion of things that I don't own.

"Help me, please! Somebody!"

She wasn't able to move. Her legs felt like led, and briefly she realized that blood dripped from her arms. But she couldn't stop. She had to keep fighting. This was a battle that she couldn't afford to lose. She brushed her hair back, ignoring the stabbing pain, and pulled herself off of the fence. She had to get there…

"Hey Brooks, you ok?"

Cassidy glanced over and smiled at Sam. "Yeah, I'm good."

She'd taken a moment to emotionally detach herself from the situation with Jamie. It did her good, helped her regain her presence of mind. And that's what it all came down to, didn't it? A good presence of mind.

"Nice job, rookie," said Eddie. She blinked in surprise. A compliment from Ed Lane was something to be valued. "Everybody's ok, we write a report, we move on."

"Just like that, huh?"

"Just another day on the job."

Cassidy nodded and climbed into the SUV, losing herself in her own thoughts.

"Hey Cass," said Sam. "You doing anything tonight?"

She shook her head. "I'm one of those no-lifers. No life what so ever."

"Hey Spike!" said Lewis."Maybe there's a reason you two are partners!"

She grinned at the Italian man, who was just shaking his head. She hadn't had much of a chance to size him up yet.

"Spike's welcome to come too. Anyone, actually. Jules and I are heading out for wings tonight. No beer, though, since she's got the whole baby bump thing going on."

"Since she got knocked up?" asked Lewis.

Same just glared at Lewis. "Pregnant. She conceived a child and is now pregnant."

"Well aren't we just Mr. Accurate today?" laughed Wordy.

"So do you want to come?" Sam finally ignored the guys and turned to Cassidy. "Jules really wants to meet you."

It was Cassidy's policy to never become involved in peoples' lives. That way she could live hers without having to answer questions about her past. But she also got lonely, and she couldn't see the harm in one outing. Then she thought of the truck.

"I'd love to, Sam, but…"

"But?"

"My Ford just died. Otherwise I'd be there."

Sam shrugged. "No worries. We'll just pick you up."

She grinned. She wasn't getting out of showing up. "Alright, that'd be cool!"

"Spike, Lew, anyone else? Come on, Spike. We all know you'll just sit at home and talk to Babycakes. Come live in the real world for awhile."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll come."

"Lew?"

"Uh, no. I can't make it."

Eddie's interest perked. "Why not?"

"I just can't make it."

Eddie grinned and leaned over. "You have plans?

"No!"

Eddie just nodded his head. "Yes you do…With a lady?"

"Of course not!"

"Ohhhh…" Sam joined in. "There's a Lady Lewis?"

"Guys, knock it off. No!"

Sam leaned in. "You know we're cops, right? We make our living off of reading in between the lines of peoples' stories. If there's a girl, we will find out."

Lewis just rolled his eyes. "Yes, there's a girl!"

Eddie fist pumped. "I knew it!"

"So, what about her?" asked Spike.

"None of your concern."

"Awww…" said Wordy. "Don't be like that?"

"Team One, you've got another hot one" yelled Winnie.

Cassidy glanced around, and realized that before hang out time would come, they had one more call to conquer.

And little do they know…I'm sorry, it's slow going right now, but I want to get this plot right. If anyone is familiar with explosives and what makes them go, please drop me a message. And that's your teaser for Chapter 7!

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