I'm back! I have finally gotten around to continuing my 'Truth's' series, in which 'Ultimatum' is the first. This follows immediately after it. Please, let me know what you think and I truly hope you enjoy. I also hope that this is up to par with the first. Without further ado, here is 'Confession'.

Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Flashpoint.

It was the day after they had finally reached a decision on what they would do about the feelings between them. They left her house early, still flushed from residual effects of the night. The car ride was filled with exchanged looks of love and worry and hope, along with vague conversation to keep their minds off the fore coming future. Both knew that what they were going to do could go in so many different directions, next to none of them pleasant. But as they had agreed upon the previous day, neither of them could live in this secrecy any longer.

They arrived at the SRU early and both noted only a few cars were scattered around the lot. They had both agreed that today would be the best to come clean as Team One had been rotated off for two days. The knowledge that they could get a word alone with the Sarg was comforting at the same time they wished they could be around their friends as well. Their family.

He led the way into the station, both careful to keep a clean distance between them.

"Jules. We need to talk."

Even now, she could remember that feeling of fear that had been jolted through her at those words. It was something that welled dread inside of her, the overwhelming feeling of panic that things were going to crash around them. As she walked next to him, bits and pieces of the day before surfaced before her eyes.

"We need to figure out what we are going to do."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what are we going to do about us? We can't keep doing this forever."

That had been the moment when things had started to fall into place for her. She remembered what she had told him in that coffee shop all those months ago, when things had first ended. And she remembered the shock of realizing that she did indeed love him, and that it was too late to back her callous words. Then, she had been stupid to believe that it would all blow over, that things would return to the way it had been before.

Letting her hand brush discretely against his, she didn't turn her head and withdrew her hand quickly, but not before she felt him grab her pinkie and squeeze gently.

"Jules, this needs to stop." At those fateful words, her heart had frozen. And something cold had settled on her shoulders. But then he had continued. "No like that. The sneaking around, the lying. The hiding. I'm so tired. I don't think I can keep doing this anymore."

That had been all she had needed to truly see through his tough exterior into the damaged man lying within. The one she had failed to see and understand. The one she had been blinded to by her rapid perusing of being the best and her team. But it was his team now too.

What had terrified her at the same time she found herself elated was that when he spoke those words, she was finally able to admit that she was tired too. She hadn't known it, but the stress of lying was slowly chipping away at her as well. And now she could really see what she wanted. She wanted love from a man that cared for her with all of his heart.

So she had said those words, the ones that had come to her flawlessly.

"I understand. It's getting too hard. I chose wrong before. I put the team before everything and look what happened. We nearly fell apart. So, this time, I'll do it right."

While Toth's treats still loomed above the two of them, they had finally found what they needed. Each other. But the man was just another hurdle they would have to cross when they got to it. First came fixing all of the cracks between them.

"I love you."

"I love you too. So much."

A smile flickered across her face briefly but she tamped down on it when they entered to briefing room, where Greg was mulling over some old case files. Thankfully, Sam had called earlier to confirm that their boss was here, making sure that Winnie kept quite that they were coming in.

Rapping sharply against the metal doorframe, they kept a professionally distance for when Greg looked up, confusion flickering across the older man's face. There was a sharp flash of guilt when Jules realized just what type of burden they would be dropping on their friend; their confidant. But it was washed away when the logic that this was better than more lies filtered through.

"Sam, Jules, what are you doing here? You have the day off." He asked kindly.

"As do you Sarg." She found herself saying. She could feel Sam's eyes on her, but simply looked down at the man she could almost call a father.

"True. So, what can I do for you?" Leaning back in his chair, the files now abandoned in front of him, he looked at both with his full attention.

"Sarg, we have something to tell you." Sam spoke softly, but it was impossible to miss the seriousness in his voice. It had Greg sitting straight as he waited for one of them to continue.