A/N: Hi! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first chapter… I super adore people who try to guess whats going to happen (someone did in their review but the internet in my class isn't working and I probably won't remember to check who it was before posting this)…Anyways, Its amusing/interesting/fuels me to write more/faster! PS, I have drafts of chapters 3-7 ready for this fic so hopefully I'll be posting fairly regularly :)

Without looking, Jules hung her keys on the hook by the door. The uneasy feeling still lingering, she took a quick walk through her house before shaking her head. Sam was right: she was taking the combination of a busy few weeks and transforming it into paranoia. Why couldn't she just let herself be happy?

She dug through her dresser in search of something to sleep in. Unsatisfied with all her options, she turned to Sam's drawer, or at least the one that was mostly full of Sam's stuff. Tugging on a hoodie and a pair of his track pants - both of which devoured her small frame - she climbed into bed. She'd sleep better with him there, but she'd settle for his scent.

Sam dropped his gym bag on the floor just inside the door. His keys found a home somewhere in the general vicinity of the coffee table, though in the dark he could never be sure. He noted the dark shadow of heels near the door, a sign that Natalie was home. With that, he slid the chain across the door and clicked the deadbolt. He kicked off his shoes as he made his way across the living room to his bedroom, leaving them scattered. He wasn't usually a slob - actually years of the military had made him, by his estimate, about the tidiest guy in Toronto - but tonight he was tired, and there was no Jules to impress with his neatness.

He slumped down in the centre of his bed, smiling as the smell of Jules' shampoo came off of the pillow next to him. Within minutes his eyes were shut, and he was off in dreamland fantasizing about the home he hoped he'd someday share with Jules, and other, less G-rated, things.

Jules rolled over in her bed, absently counting the bumps on her textured ceiling.

Come on Jules… Just close your eyes and get some rest…

She fought the urge to call Sam - it was 2am and they had had an exhausting day, so much so that they had even agreed to spend the night apart, and the last thing he needed was her waking him up.

She'd been tossing and turning for over an hour now. She would be teetering on the edge of sleep when something would pull her back, and once again she'd be fighting to turn her mind off.

Ok - not pregnant. Thats…good… But then what is it?

In another attempt to force herself to sleep, Jules clenched her eyes shut and willed herself to go to sleep. She was nearly there, when she heard sounds emanating from downstairs.

Typical Sam and his midnight snacks...

With the realization that Sam wasn't there she sat straight up in bed and carefully moved herself to the edge. She grabbed her cell phone from the top of the nightstand, and her gun from the drawer below it. Shoving her cell in the front pocket of Sam's hoodie, and tightening the drawstring of the matching pants, she slowly moved towards the door of her room.

She took the corner carefully, leading with her gun and scanning the hallway as she went. She quickly 'cleared' the second floor of her house before taking the stairs. Back against the wall, she rounded the corner into the living room. Finding it empty, she checked the small dining room, before finally making her way into the kitchen. She found the source of the sound there - the blinds, of a window she didn't remember leaving open, crashing against the wall in the wind.

Jules let out the breath she had been holding for far too long, and gave a small nervous laugh as she closed the window and locked it. Well done, Jules, subject secured alright. Regardless of the source of the sound, she knew the recent spike of adrenaline in her system wasn't going to help her already sleepless night, so she grabbed her keys off the hook, her purse off the floor near the door, and left for the night.

Sam groaned as his cell rumbled against the nightstand. "Smaddick" he muttered before clearing his voice and realizing he hadn't actually hit the accept button on the phone. He rubbed at his eyes and tried again, clearing his throat. "Braddock."

"Sam…I'm sorry... I… um… I'm at the door can I…"

His eyes widened in instant recognition of the voice, and was at the door before she could finish her question. Opening the door he raised an eyebrow at her attire - she was still swimming in his clothes. "Jules?"

"Hey," she whispered, cautious not to wake Natalie as she pushed past him into the apartment. She slipped off her shoes and placed them neatly near the door, then proceeded to pick up Sam's from their resting places on opposite sides of the room to do the same with them. "Can I sleep here?" She was only really asking as a courtesy as she had already disappeared into his room and was busy rearranging the pillows on her side of the bed.

Sam shook his head in shock as he locked the apartment door and followed her into his room. Closing the bedroom door he helped her with the pillows, wondering if he should ask. "Not that I mind you being here, but I thought you were staying at your place tonight…"

Jules shrugged. "Change of plans."

He knew that was the most incomplete answer she could have given, but she looked far too tired to be prodded for answers. Making a mental note to figure it out in the morning, he slipped back into his bed and pulled her tightly to his chest. When she was asleep within seconds, he decided that he had made the right decision in not pushing her.

The next morning Sam found Jules in her usual place, in front of the blender in the kitchen. As she put together the smoothie of the day, he noticed she was still in the sweats she had shown up in the day before.

She gave him half a glance as he entered the kitchen. "Good, you're up. Did you want some?"

He grimaced slightly at the off coloured mess in the pitcher in front of her. "I think I'm in more of a bagel mood today…" He grabbed one out of the bag on the counter and popped it into the toaster.

Jules shrugged. "Suit yourself. I think I'll take this to go, I've got to go by my place before shift for clothes."

Sam nodded. "What was last night about, anyways?"

"What do you mean? I told you, I changed my mind and wanted to sleep here."

"You say that… and yet you showed up at my door at 2am, in the sweats you had been sleeping in, no clothes for the morning or even a jacket. I know its summer, but you're always cold. What happened last night?"

"Nothing happened, Sam. I just decided I wanted to sleep here, ok? That's all. Just leave it alone. I'll see you at work." With that she turned on her heel and headed out the door, leaving a confused, and concerned, Sam in her wake.

"So today I was thinking we'd go patrolling… Let the city know we're still here, an easy day in comparison to yesterday?" Greg smiled as the team looked relieved to hear his plans for the day.

Raf grinned. "As in no guys shooting their ex-girlfriends or parents taking their children hostage? Sounds good to me!"

The rest of the team shared in Raf's enthusiasm as Greg fought to regain control of the conversation."Alright, alright. Raf and Ed, Spike and Sam, Jules with me." The team quickly sorted out who would be keeping the peace where, and began to walk out to the trucks.

"Winnie, anyone asks Team one is patrolling tonight."

"Got it Sarge. Oh, and Jules there was a call for you. Some guy, didn't leave a name, or even a message for that matter."

Jules looked at Winnie in confusion. The only men who ever called her were the 5 men who had just been in the briefing room with her. Well, there was Wordy, but he would have identified himself to and greeted Winnie. "What number was it from?" As Winnie handed her the number she had taken down, Jules checked it against the contacts in her phone, only to find it wasn't there. "Weird… are you sure he asked for me?"

Winnie nodded. "Julianna Callaghan."

Jules looked to Greg, who shrugged. "Guess if its important he'll call back."