AN: Just an idea I've had kicking around, thought I'd throw it out there... First fic in 5 years, hope this doesn't suck.
Takes place a few weeks after A New Life (and therefore may have minor spoilers...)
Jules walked up to the call desk to join Winnie, Raf, and Spike, who were all eying the conference room door, sharing their theories on what was going on behind the closed doors. Jules tilted her head as she noted the closed doors. "What's going on in there?"
Spike shook his head. "Not a clue."
Winnie turned to fill Jules in. "Boss and Donna pulled Sam in with Commander Halloran, Ed joined them a few minutes later. That was about 10 minutes ago, no one has been in or out since."
"Weird," was all that Jules could manage without seeming too concerned. The possibilities raced through her brain - Donna had been back from her honeymoon for about a month now, something Jules accepted as a sign that she had changed her mind about early retirement. What would she want with Sam and Boss? Sam. Oh no, what if Boss's faith had run out? What if he had decided he simply couldn't allow this to go on on his team? What if Sam had told? Would either of them have done such a thing without letting her know first? No. She shook herself out of it and let logic take over. It couldn't have anything to do with that. After all, if she and Sam had been outed further and disciplinary action was being taken she would be in that room too. She calmed down and tuned back in to the conversation.
Spike was proposing some theory involving secret agents, which had Winnie coughing with laughter. Raf gave a laugh but did not offer his own theories - he was still finding his place on team one and wasn't yet sure he wouldn't offend anyone.
"Think they'll be in there all day?" Spike whined. Jules opened her mouth to retort but was cut off - the alarm ran out and Winnie announced a hot call, beckoning team one to gear up. Conference room doors opened and the rest of their team joined them on route to their trucks.
Jules met up with Sam as they went through the stock room loading up the necessary equipment. "What was that about?" She could tell Sam wanted to respond with none of your business out of some strange sort of habit but that look quickly faded from his face, and was replaced with one she wasn't sure she recognized. "Don't worry about it. I'll tell you later," he said quickly, grabbing his backpack and leading the way out to the garage.