This is just a small fan fic about Jules. I don't expect it to be longer than 2 or 3 chapters. Enjoy
It had been a long day at the SRU and team one were counting down the minutes until their shift was up.
It was exactly 2 weeks and 3 days since Jules and Sam had officially broken up; not that either of them were counting. She had opened her heart to him. Never had she let someone in like that before. She liked to think that she told him everything; however, there were secrets that she dared not to tell anybody. Speaking about the past mistakes in her life would be a painful reminder and would force her to accept the fact that they had happened.
As everybody said their goodbyes, Jules made her way to her jeep in the parking lot. It was a cold December evening and the only light evident was that of the dim street lights surrounding the parking lot.
She reached her car and turned her head to look around the car park, nobody. It was so tranquil. That was one of the better parts of working the late shift. Everything seemed to be so peaceful afterwards. That was until a dark shadow appeared from behind her jeep.
This would usually be the time where her training would kick in. She would usually tighten her grip on her gun before questioning the man's intentions but this wasn't just any man.
He was about the same age as Jules, very skinny and slightly shabby. He looked like he needed a good bath and a shave with that. Whilst most of his body was covered with long pants and a warm jacket, the tattoos covering his neck were still noticeable.
She was frozen on the spot. She could not move and could not scream.
"What's wrong Jay? You look like you've seen ghost" The young man laughed as he took a step closer to her.
Sarge, Ed, Wordy and Sam made their way out of the SRU just in time to see Jules pinned up against the side of the Jeep staring down into the eyes of the young man. Though it was quite dark, the look of absolute fear and terror seemed to be illuminating off her skin. The four men paused for a moment, they too seemed to stand in silence. This was a look they had never seen on Jules' face before.
The man lifted his hand and ran his fingers down the side of Jules' cheek. She turned her face to the side where she could now see her four team mates standing in the distance. She grabbed his hand and threw it away from her and made an attempt to open her car door however, the man slammed his hand on the door making it obvious that he did not want her to leave.
This was all they needed, her four team mates raced towards Jules' jeep where Ed pulled out his gun and ordered him to step away from the car.
"Ed please" Jules begged, she put her hand on top of his and lowered the gun down.
"It's been almost 18 years Jay and this is the reception I get?" The man spoke in a snide tone.
"Leave Derek" Jules insisted before attempting to enter her car again.
"18 years locked up in a jail waiting for this moment Jay, come on, I just wanna talk, where's the harm in that?" Derek seemed pretty relaxed for an ex convict surround by five police officers.
"You know, I wasn't surprised you didn't come and visit me, but I think you know why I'm here"
Jules looked over at the four men.
"It's fine really, I can handle this" She motioned for them to leave however none of them moved. This guy meant trouble, he had it written all over his face. Right down to his little smirk.
"Derek, what do you want? Money?" Her voice now more annoyed than anything.
Derek smashed his fist up against her car before his face was engulfed by a sense of a rage.
"You know damn well why I'm here!" He yelled while reaching into his back pocket. Now Ed, Wordy and Sam had all pulled out their weapons aiming directly at Derek's head.
"Relax, relax. It's just a photo of Jay" He pulled out the small photograph and handed it to Jules.
She looked down at the piece of paper which was soon blurred by the tears filling up her eyes.
"Where…Where did you uh get this?" Jules hesitated, obviously overcome with an array of emotions. Sadness, grief, shock…just to name a few.
Derek snatched the photo out of her hands before handing it to Sam.
Sam looked at the photograph before he too was overwhelmed with emotion. His, however, we quite different to Jules'. Anger, guilt and confusion.
The photo was of a young Jules, she barely looked 18. She was in a hospital gown sitting up in a hospital bed. Her arms were covered by that of a new born baby wrapped in a pink blanket.
Anythings possible in the world of fan fiction and i lurve it!
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