Upon Your Waking Hours-Chapter 1

So this is a series of one-shots that were inspired by my loyal reader, Kiwihunch! I mentioned in one of my other recent one-shots, "A Quick Jog," that the SRU doesn't really seem to sleep and that kind of expanded to this. So this one is going to be a series of non-related (but kind of interrelated if things work out the way I think they will) one-shots about the different members of the team. My time-line is a little messed up because I'm not going to include Raf or Leah and I guess it still puts me somewhere in Season 5. So, still don't own Flashpoint, still appreciate reviews.

"No, Spike." Ed said firmly as he closed his locker only to find Spike's twisted face starting at him pleadingly.

"Please guys..." He begged in a whiney tone. "We haven't been for drinks in weeks, just a round, I'll even buy!" Spike looked around the locker room and found no sympathy from his friends and team mates. "Samtastic?" Sam looked up from the buttons on his shirt and shook his head.

"Sorry, buddy. Jules and I are going out for dinner so count both of us out. Raincheck?" Sam asked sincerely. He did enjoy spending time with Spike but this was going to be the first weekend that the team would have off in a long time and they were going to take advantage of it and have a nice date.

"Oh, women. Who needs 'em? Right Boss?" Spike said as he jumped over a bench and landed next to Greg. "Come on, we don't have to go to a bar," He offered, "there's this great Italian place off fourth street..."

"Thank you, Spike but I'm gonna have to pass tonight. I promised Dean that it would be our night to hang out and do whatever he wanted. I think we're going to to movies." Greg answered with a slight smile. He felt bad for Spike but was really looking forward to spending some relaxing time with his son. "Another time, I promise buddy."

"It's okay, I get it. You guys with your busy and exciting lives...and baby duty." Spike shot a glance over at Ed.

"Hey, baby duty is exciting..." Ed said half-heartedly. "And Sophie deserves the night off." He added as the rest of the guys laughed a bit. "Whatever, you guys have a good weekend. alright?" Ed said with a smile as he headed for the door of the locker room. Some derivation of 'have a good weekend' was the response of everyone on the team as they parted ways.

Ed was roused from a deep sleep by the sound of soft cries. He laid still for a moment, hoping that he was imagining it, hoping that Izzy would calm down and go back to sleep, hoping that he wouldn't have to get up from his warm bed on this cold night. He laid there hoping for just one more breath before rolling out of bed and softly making his way to Izzy's room. He turned on the dim lamp next to the door and let his eyes adjust to the light before stepping forward and finding Izzy rolling in her crib crying at the top of her lungs.

"Oh, Izzy...Izzy...Izzy." Ed said softly as he picked her up and held her to his shoulder. "Shhh...what's wrong princess?" He continued to speak in soft tones and he walked around the room rhythmically. It was midnight when he got up and it was already 12:15 and Izzy was still crying hard. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Ed said a bit more seriously as he set his daughter down on the changing table and checked her diaper. It was dry; she also wasn't hungry, didn't need to be burped, and her crib and room was warm enough.

"You feeling okay, Iz?" Ed asked as he looked at her flushed face and tried to figure out if she was feeling warm. He couldn't tell if she was just worked up from crying or running a fever but he didn't want to open the door and let Izzy's crying wake Sophie. "Oh we're not gonna wake Mommy up right now, see it's her night off so it's just you and Daddy."

Ed continued to hold Izzy and walk with her, whispering soothing words to her for almost an hour. They alternated walking in circles around the small, pink, room and rocking in the old wooden chair that had once sat in the same room, only painted blue almost sixteen years ago when Clark was an infant. It happened slowly but finally Izzy calmed down and fell asleep. Ed sat absolutely still for a few minutes, remembering the long nights in which he would rock Clark to sleep only to have him wake back up once Ed impatiently moved. Once he was sure that Izzy was in a deep enough sleep he got up from the rocking chair, holding Izzy on the length of his forearm, her head in his hand as he gently lowered her into her crib. He stood stock still again, making sure that she was actually asleep before tip-toeing to the door and closing it behind him without a sound.

He made his way back to bed and had just gotten back under his heavy blankets before he heard his phone vibrating and let out a quiet groan. He grabbed the phone before the vibration could wake Sophie and glance at the caller ID; surprised and a bit worried when he read the name. He rolled, again, out of bed and closed his bedroom door before putting the phone to his ear and whispering as he walked past Izzy and Clark's rooms.

"Hey, what's up?"

I know, a cliffhanger, but you won't have to wait too long for the answer. I have the next chapter written but before I post that I need to finish chapter 3 and I'm struggling. Don't worry, I'm working on it. Let me know what you think in the mean time though. :)