I'M BACK! After nearly a year of not being in love with writing Flashpoint Stories, a recent episode made me want to start writing again. Well...I've wanted to start writing again for a while, but that was the one that I had free time after. So here's a new story, in the same storyverse as Experinces and Discovering Hearts, though set about six months after they finished. And yes, this is a Greg/OC. GREG DESERVES LOVE TOO!

And speaking of more fanfics...I'm probably going to start a new Spike fanfic. Which may strike you as a bit weird, but I was rereading some of my older S/A chapters and they made me...well, not very happy with my writing. I'm going to try and improve my writing and that means two things;

1) I kinda need a beta tester. Someone who can spot plot holes, spelling mistakes and give ideas. Even just the 1st and 3rd one. Speedlesweetie, if you're still around, let me know. And I know that Justicerocks is still around.

2) Less frequent updates. Probably once a week per fic, once the 2nd one gets started. And even then, one chapter a week for this one, after the first fiveish. That's because I'm busier now then I was before. I'm at school till 5 four days a week, I've got homework and work work, YouTube stuff which I'm committed to, and friends and boyfriend AND all the TV shows I watch. Anymore than one chapter a week and I'd lose something, which I can't actually do. I'm sorry. But the fact I'm updating less means you'll get better chapters ( I hope).

Anyway, here's the beginning of the story, which is probably shorter than my Author's Note.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Flashpoint or any of it's characters. I own only Sylvia Vail, her children and her dog.

Sylvia Vail was bone-tired even though it was the long weekend. Her son Jacob, age six, had just gotten over the flu and her daughter Allie, age ten, had a cold. It had been a long week.

Sergeant Greg Parker was also tired. Multiple night shifts, long calls had thrown off his sleep pattern and now he wanted to sleep. Alas, he was out of food and his desire for a real meal, not take out forced him to get himself some food.

Both tired people reached for an apple at the same time and their hands met. They each pulled back, lifting their tired heads to see the other person. Sylvia looked into the brown eyes of a tall, handsome man. Greg stared into the brown eyes of a lovely woman and felt his nervousness rise.

"Sorry." He said, pulling his hand back. "I wasn't paying much attention."

"It's alright." Sylvia said, smiling. "I wasn't either."

That said and done, they each turned to the bin of apples and separately picked out their apples.

As they each reached for one last apple, their hands touched again. Sylvia pulled back but Greg placed the apple in her hand. "Sorry about that. I really need some sleep."

"You aren't the only one, Mr...?"

"Parker, Greg Parker. And you are?"

"Sylvia Vail. Have a good night, Mr. Parker." Sylvia waved goodbye as she placed her apples in her cart before walking off to continue shopping.

"Bye, Ms. Vail." He said softly. Sylvia Vail had struck a deep chord with him, for some unknown reason. He hoped that he would see her again soon.