*Flashback*
Jules came in, looking exhausted. "Hey boys." She called wearily. "Ooooh looks like someone had a late night!" Spike called. "Sam! Did you keep her up all night?" Asked Lou jokingly. "That's disgusting." Ed said, shaking his head to get the mental image out of his head. "Shut up. What we do outside of this place is none of your business!" Sam shot back. "Oh Samtastic, but it is…," teased Lou.
"All right people, could we get a little focus here, please?" Greg asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"What goin' on today Sarge?" questioned Wordy, walking through the door to join the rest of his team. "Some training exercises to get ready for that big competition with Team Three." Replied Greg. "And we are going to kick some-Jules what the hell are you doing?" said Ed as he was interrupted as Jules ran to the garbage can and threw up.
"Eeewww!" exclaimed Spike and Lou. Everyone just stared at Jules as she wiped her mouth and went back to her seat.
"Jules, are you okay?" asked Sam, worry showing in his eyes. "Yeah, its just a bug," Jules replied, shaking her head to clear a wave of dizziness.
"Are you sure? Maybe you should see a doctor….it could be the flu." Said Wordy, scooting his chair away from Jules. "I'm fine," Jules said, "it's just a virus!"
"Okay, to back to what I was saying before Jules puked, lady and gentlemen, we are going to kick Team Three's ass. No question about it. We are the best and everyone else needs to know it." Smirked Ed, glancing around the room.
"Wait, so we're training for a training exercise?" Spike questioned incredulously.
"Yep, because what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, Mr. Scarletti." Ed said, giving Spike a pat on the back.
"Alright guys let's go!" yelled Wordy "And girl!" added Sam, shooting a look at Jules. But Jules was struggling to keep her breakfast down, a battle that she lost. She ran to the garbage and threw up again. "Oh God. Kill me now," Jules said pitifully, wiping her mouth with a napkin Greg handed her. All of the guys were watching her, with worry apparent in their eyes-it wasn't like Jules to be sick. "Jules? Why don't you take the day off and get some rest?" Greg insisted looking into Jules' pale and tired face. "That's an order" said Greg firmly, cutting off Jules' protests.
Lou, Wordy, Spike, and Ed headed out to gear up, but Sam lagged behind. "Do you need a ride home?" he asked Jules. "I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go home and sleep this bug off." Said Jules, fatigue showing in her face. But despite her insistence that it was a bug, Jules had a feeling that her nausea, dizziness, and fatigue was due to something else.
On the way back to her house, Jules swung by a drug store picking up some pregnancy tests. Upon arriving home, Jules ran up to the bathroom with a jug of orange juice, and go started confirming her suspicions. "Please, please, please God, don't let this be what I think it is…." Jules pleaded with God. Staring at the little pink plus sign on the test, Jules swore and sank down onto the toilet seat. "Crap." She whispered, letting the news sink in.