With the final season of Flashpoint (sob) just around the corner, I figured it was high time I started back at writing some more for the fandom.

I'm already missing it.

However, I have much hope to continue with this little line of thought, so stay tuned!

Thanks to all for reading.


The car ride back from the station was silent, with Sam at the wheel and Jules staring out the window with thoughtful eyes.

A piece of paper rested on the dash between them.

Every once in a while, one or the other would glance at it, then look away when they caught the look from the person beside them.

It would shift idly from side to side along with the motions of the vehicle, but otherwise, did not fall.

The air held it, as it would a leaf.

Pulling to a stop at his apartment, Sam cast one last look at the paper, felt a smile tug his lips but tamped it down, and jumped from the car. As he rounded the front of the truck, Jules levelled first one look at him and the second at that paper, before snatching it up and yanking open the door.

She stepped out, the sheet held dangerously tight in her fist and made her way to Sam.

Without a word, he wrapped her under one arm and together they headed inside.

For a long moment, the room was deathly still, deathly quiet.

Then he spun her up into his arms and kissed her nose while she laughed and hugged him tightly.

"Congratulation Jules. You deserve it," he murmured into her ear before nibbling lightly at her neck.

"Thanks."

She shoved playfully at his shoulder, asking without words to be put down, and he relinquished his hold. She landed on the floor with a light thump and held the paper up once again, staring at it with uncontrollable delight.

She then began to shimmy her way around his living room, while he watched and laughed. Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the counter, he could not take his eyes off her lithe form and revelled in the warmth spreading through his chest.

"I guess I'll have to call you Sergeant Callaghan from now on, won't I?" He queried, lifting a brow when she stopped and reread the page.

"Oh, you bet," she said, biting her lip in amusement.

Pushing off from the counter, he walked to her and tugged the paper from her hands.

The paper that had given them so much.

A future.

Without worry about their jobs or the team or Toth.

A future together without putting lives in jeopardy.

"Well, Sergeant Callaghan of the SRU's brand new Team Five, how do you propose we celebrate?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

She let out a snicker, so unlike the regular Jules he knew and so full of life and joy, and Sam tumbled just a little more in love.

Peering up him with sparkling eyes, she rose to her toes and whispered, "I'm sure we can think of something."

Without further ado, he swept her up in his arms, laughing when she shrieked and growling when she began to move her lips down his jaw, and carried her to his room.

The paper lay, left behind but not forgotten, on the coffee table with the rays from a dying sun casting golden shadows.

The paper providing a doorway to a life together.

Jules' promotion orders to become Sergeant of the SRU's newly formed Team Five.

The End.