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"Happy 35th birthday Julianna."

He shuffled through the still photos on his hard drive, glancing at every scene of places Jules had been in the past few months.

"It's your turn now."

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"Happy, happy birthday—" All of the guys began to sing as they were immediately silenced by Jules' deep glare. "Look's whose 35." Ed chuckled as he hugged her gently.

"Don't remind me." She laughed as she punched Ed's chest lightly then received hugs from the other guys along with a gentle kiss from Sam. "So what are we doing today?" She asked the team as they all took their seats and pulled out files.

"Celebrating." Sam whispered as he slid his fingers between hers under the table. She smiled and laughed, "Any calls?"

"Not yet. For now we're just going to hang around here—hit the gym, some target practice, and Spike baked cupcakes, so we're going to attempt to eat them."

Spike smiled and jumped up from his seat as he ran over to the table and grabbed his platter of cupcakes, running back to the main table that every sat around, placing them in the middle. "Dig in!" He cheered as everyone wearily grabbed one. All of a sudden blank, white faces surrounded the table. Jules swallowed a bite and gritted her teeth along with the rest of the guys.

"So--!?" Spike asked excitedly.

"Um—Spike?" Greg gulped, holding his breath. "How much salt did you put in these?"

Spike's face dropped, "2 cups, why?"

Everyone immediately ran to wash the grainy and sickening taste out of their mouths as Spike reached down to grab a cupcake from the table. "I don't see what's so—oh God!" He yelled as he spit part of a cupcake back into a napkin, then ran to the locker room to wash his mouth out.

"Trying to make her sick on her birthday?" The guys joked as the hung around the locker room while Spike brushed his teeth. Spike shook his head, "My mom always said I should stick to Legos."

"Legos?"

"Yes! They have a whole store for those things now! I got a castle set for my birthday last year."

Wordy laughed, "That's amazing Spike."

"You know it."

"Okay—Okay, now how about we go work off what we just experienced in the briefing room by running to town and back." Greg proposed.

All of the guys groaned as they closed their lockers—except for Sam.

"Sam, you coming?" Lou asked as all the guys paused in the doorway. Sam smiled and nodded, "Yeah—." He glanced to his hands where he held a necklace box.

"Ooh Sam—What'd you buy?" Ed chuckled.

Sam looked up and grinned, "I didn't buy anything. Her father wants me to give it to her for him. It was her Mom's."

All of the guys smiled as they looked at the diamond necklace. "She's going to love it." Greg spoke softly.

"Well, her dad gave it to her mom before they got married, so he thought that she should have it considering the reason I went to talk to him." He laughed as he closed the box and slid it into his locker.

Each man looked to each other.

"You asked him if you could marry her?" Wordy asked.

He shook his head, "No I asked him if we could have a sleepover. Yes I asked him if I could marry her and now I'm freaking out."

Everyone laughed as Ed patted Sam's shoulder, "First thing's first—Do you have a ring?"

Sam's face dropped, "Oh shit—How the hell do I pick out a ring?"

Everyone shook their head as the pushed him out of the locker room, "We'll discuss this later." Greg laughed as he shook Sam's shoulder. Sam nodded as he was quickly interrupted by Jules' presence. "So—any other plans to make me sick as a dog before my birthday is over?" She giggled as she crossed her arms. The guys laughed and teased at Spike. "Sorry—." He dragged as she smiled and hugged him, "I'm just kidding." She snickered as they followed the group through the building and out to the parking lot to start their run.

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"Just as beautiful as you mother, but ten times stronger—You're going to fight to get away, but I'll be set." He grinned, loading his gun, three injections of Rohypnol, rope, tape, a knife, and a trash bag, all in to a duffel bag. "None of your little teammates are going to be able to save you from this one."

He traced out to his car and tossed the bag into the backseat, slamming the door shut.

He shuffled through the tall, un-maintained grass and went down into the basement where the computer containing all of his files was.

"25 years ago from today—your mother was killed, on your 10th birthday—her birthday too. I always found it a coincidence that your mother had you on her birthday. 25 years old and she finally had a daughter that now looks just like she did—until I took her life and got away with murder. No one knows who killed your mother, Julianna, no one—I got away with it—I did—And now its your turn."

He flipped back through the images. He knew her exact shifts, where she went with the team, where she lived, everything. She was his only child—How couldn't he know?

Mwahaha. Okay, so I totally wrote this off the top of my head, and I KNOW that this chapter was EXTREMELY confusing, but trust me—You'll get it once the story grows. It'll be a short fic, nothing too big. Maybe you did kinda figure out who the guy was but if you didn't—you will (:

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