FLY BY, TEAM, RATED G, DRABBLE
Title: Fly By
Author: el_d_champ
Character: Team One minus Parker
Word Count: 400 + 200
Prompt: #100 - Team and # 93 - Hawaii
Rating: G
Summary: The Team can always count on Spike to make the day fly by.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Flashpoint and the wonderful prompts are courtesy of the amazing flashpoint_sru
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((.team))
“Buckle up, Wordy, you’re in for a long journey. Spain, ladies and gentlemen! Make sure you pay Dali a visit for a nice cup of tea.”
Wordy groaned. “Darn it, I was aiming for France, man. It’s just half a centimeter away. This close.”
Spike’s Cheshire smile never faltered. “Don’t be such a wuss! Look at Lew, he’s taking everything with such positive attitude. I don’t even know exactly where Timbuktu is; me, your regular go-to-guy when you have bombs and C-4 under your bed. Right, Lew?”
The constable in question simply stared at him. The antics of his friend were not breaking news.
“What’s happening?” Jules asked as she joined the festivity at what used to be the briefing room. She looked at the large world map that was now covering the cock wallboard with amusement.
Sam grinned, arms crossed and teeth as pearly white as ever. “Team Two did a drug ambush last night and they stopped a two and a half million dollar transaction. The day’s been dragging so far so Spike got a bit… inspired.”
“Inspired how?”
“He thought that the dirty money sounded like a good-solution for our long ass winding week. We could split the money and take random vacation,” Sam shrugged. ”My dart bounced twice, so I’ve got a trip to nowhere, I guess.”
Jules snorted, eyebrows raising high in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure Sarge and Ed won’t be cheering in glee when they see what Spike has done to the briefing room, but that’s the challenge, eh? Spike, my turn!”
“Uh-huh,” Spike lifted a hand. “Brain before beauty. I’ve been waiting for this, Jules.”
“Brain before be-,” Jules huffed, hands planted on her hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“He’s just being his normally over-excited self. Don’t take it personally.” Lew supplied from the sideline.
Rubbing his hands with mounting anticipation, Spike got into position. When he talked, it was more to himself than his friends. “Don’t lean, just relax and distribute your weight to both feet solidly…no rocking…,”
He threw the dart and paused, hand still in the air.
“Where did he get those darts anyway?” Jules frowned.
“Oh, you’ll be surprised to see what he has in his locker.” Lew’s scoff spoke volume.
Wordy chuckled. “Are you expecting a standing ovation and confetti?”
“Look who’s laughing last, buddy,” Spike rushed to the wallboard. “And the winner is…,”
((.hawaii))
“…Michelangelo Scarlatti! Yes, Hawaii, baby! Babycakes will love it!”
“I’ve never heard him call himself Michelangelo. Have you?”
Jules.
“Wait, his name is Michelangelo?”
It was Sam.
“I told you; over-excited.”
Lew.
“What the hell is going on over here?”
Ed Lane. Team Leader.
Some of the guys from the other teams immediately went back to whatever activities they had been doing and the rest of the Scooby Gang nervously glanced at the scattered chairs. Spike had moved the table to create some ‘playground’.
“Hawaii!” Spike howled. “21º 18' N, 157º 51' W!” He turned to Ed who looked more confused than angry and pointed a finger. “Book ‘em, Eddie.”
“He grew up watching Hawaii Five-0 in VCR,” Lew said quietly, feeling the need to explain at everybody’s perplexed expressions.
“Are you guys like, telepathically connected or something?” Sam just had to ask, his eyes moving back and forth from Spike who’s still oblivious to his surrounding to Lew, who looked almost bored.
“Does anybody care to explain what the hell is going on?” Ed wasn’t shouting, but the breathy command never meant well either.
Spike blinked, his smile slowly fading when reality replaced the fantasy. “Hey Ed! Um…wanna play?”
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Author: el_d_champ
Character: Team One minus Parker
Word Count: 400 + 200
Prompt: #100 - Team and # 93 - Hawaii
Rating: G
Summary: The Team can always count on Spike to make the day fly by.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Flashpoint and the wonderful prompts are courtesy of the amazing flashpoint_sru
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((.team))
“Buckle up, Wordy, you’re in for a long journey. Spain, ladies and gentlemen! Make sure you pay Dali a visit for a nice cup of tea.”
Wordy groaned. “Darn it, I was aiming for France, man. It’s just half a centimeter away. This close.”
Spike’s Cheshire smile never faltered. “Don’t be such a wuss! Look at Lew, he’s taking everything with such positive attitude. I don’t even know exactly where Timbuktu is; me, your regular go-to-guy when you have bombs and C-4 under your bed. Right, Lew?”
The constable in question simply stared at him. The antics of his friend were not breaking news.
“What’s happening?” Jules asked as she joined the festivity at what used to be the briefing room. She looked at the large world map that was now covering the cock wallboard with amusement.
Sam grinned, arms crossed and teeth as pearly white as ever. “Team Two did a drug ambush last night and they stopped a two and a half million dollar transaction. The day’s been dragging so far so Spike got a bit… inspired.”
“Inspired how?”
“He thought that the dirty money sounded like a good-solution for our long ass winding week. We could split the money and take random vacation,” Sam shrugged. ”My dart bounced twice, so I’ve got a trip to nowhere, I guess.”
Jules snorted, eyebrows raising high in disbelief. “I’m pretty sure Sarge and Ed won’t be cheering in glee when they see what Spike has done to the briefing room, but that’s the challenge, eh? Spike, my turn!”
“Uh-huh,” Spike lifted a hand. “Brain before beauty. I’ve been waiting for this, Jules.”
“Brain before be-,” Jules huffed, hands planted on her hips. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“He’s just being his normally over-excited self. Don’t take it personally.” Lew supplied from the sideline.
Rubbing his hands with mounting anticipation, Spike got into position. When he talked, it was more to himself than his friends. “Don’t lean, just relax and distribute your weight to both feet solidly…no rocking…,”
He threw the dart and paused, hand still in the air.
“Where did he get those darts anyway?” Jules frowned.
“Oh, you’ll be surprised to see what he has in his locker.” Lew’s scoff spoke volume.
Wordy chuckled. “Are you expecting a standing ovation and confetti?”
“Look who’s laughing last, buddy,” Spike rushed to the wallboard. “And the winner is…,”
((.hawaii))
“…Michelangelo Scarlatti! Yes, Hawaii, baby! Babycakes will love it!”
“I’ve never heard him call himself Michelangelo. Have you?”
Jules.
“Wait, his name is Michelangelo?”
It was Sam.
“I told you; over-excited.”
Lew.
“What the hell is going on over here?”
Ed Lane. Team Leader.
Some of the guys from the other teams immediately went back to whatever activities they had been doing and the rest of the Scooby Gang nervously glanced at the scattered chairs. Spike had moved the table to create some ‘playground’.
“Hawaii!” Spike howled. “21º 18' N, 157º 51' W!” He turned to Ed who looked more confused than angry and pointed a finger. “Book ‘em, Eddie.”
“He grew up watching Hawaii Five-0 in VCR,” Lew said quietly, feeling the need to explain at everybody’s perplexed expressions.
“Are you guys like, telepathically connected or something?” Sam just had to ask, his eyes moving back and forth from Spike who’s still oblivious to his surrounding to Lew, who looked almost bored.
“Does anybody care to explain what the hell is going on?” Ed wasn’t shouting, but the breathy command never meant well either.
Spike blinked, his smile slowly fading when reality replaced the fantasy. “Hey Ed! Um…wanna play?”
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