Spoilers : Season 2 "Coming to you Live"

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Editor : Amazaing KateEals (sorry , for such a delays at replying for your mails chicka , I will write You back at this evening - my timezone :) )

A/N : I got reaaaaaaaally busy weekend, so I'm a bit slow at writing new chapters (especially for "One Life") . For cheering up your moods, I'm posting chapter 3 of this story.

Hope You will enjoy it!


Chapter III

...Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup,

and breaking a record issue…


*few weeks later*

"Late night?" Jules asked Sam, seeing his tired face.

"Yeah, you could say that," Sam growled while exercising his will to not glance at her.

"Blonde, brunette, or redhead?" she ironically teased with him.

"One of each," he snapped back.

"Didn't know you had the stamina," she murmured maliciously, making him shake his head in disbelief at what she'd just said.

He lifted his eyebrow, wondered how Jules could get cheeky with her comments about his private life lately. From day to day, she dispersed them like torpedoes.

Winnie came to the gym and said straightforward to Sam, "hey.. Sam.. You got some visitors waiting for ya."

Curious, Sam stood up and headed to Winnie's desk. Spike glanced in the direction of the hallway. Sam hadn't expected anyone, so it was a surprise for him when he saw three women standing in the hallway. All of them looked like Playboy bunnies: perfect bodies, perfect smiles, perfect hair, they were simply the perfect embodiment of male fantasies.

"Ladies!" he exclaimed with a low voice, spreading his arms. "What brings all of you to see me?"

Spike grinned saying, "Wow, I didn't get the idea that Samtastic was so worshiped by all hair color types of women."

Jules glanced at Sam's visitors. They consisted of a blonde, brunette and redhead. She snorted contemptuously as a cat and murmured, "You talking about those kindergarten-aged Powerpuff Girls? I thought he had better taste than that, but, one can be wrong."

Spike smirked, dreaming out loud, "You think Sam can share one of them with me? I don't mind taking care of that Bubbles style girl. I can be her Professor Utonium if she likes."

Jules rolled her eyes and sighed helplessly. "Are all men cads?" she whispered under her breathe.

Not hearing her aside, Spike continued his deduction, "What is soooo special about Samtastic that girls come to him like bees to honey? What is that? His smile, eyes? His seductive voice?"

"Instead of hoaxing girls with his vocal chords, it would be better if he could lend his voice to some commercials, like for Chevrolet automobiles, (or porn voice-overs)," Jules continued under her breath. Jules could not stand it and she snarled more loudly, "Maybe he can help Chevy increase their sales of Orlando model."

Spike chuckled still staring at Sam surrounded by three women.

"Team One, hot call," Winnie called them to suit up.

Jules ran next to the Powerpuff Girls and overheard Sam hastily promise the black-haired woman with olive skin, whom Jules earlier Christened Buttercup, "Ana I really got to go. I'll call ya."

"Yeah, you said that before and you never did," the brunette snapped furiously. "We do need to talk in private, Sam."

"Fine, meet me at my place at 8 p.m. We can get a coffee or something," he said, confused, and inadvertently quoting Jules from a few months prior, and ran, leaving three girls behind.

The Team rushed to their SUV's. Jules murmured maliciously to Sam, "I see that our break-up made a grant in the women's society. Your bed adventures are growing in number of people who participate in them. You want to break a record in the amount of banged girls in the shortest time or something?"

Sam's royal blue eyes changed color to stormy ones and he growled at her, "Back off Jules! You have no right to stick your nose into my private life. Especially You! I'm doing what I like and that's only my damn business," he said angrily. "Jules, I used to think of you as somebody who would never, ever hurt me, ever. But you dumped me so easily, that now you have no right to make verbal jabs at my sexual experiences."

"Sam..." Jules bit her lower lip, but Sam continued, not allowing her to say a word.

"So Jules, if you want to have even slightly friendly contact with me, save your boorish comments for yourself," he said and jumped into the SUV next to Spike.

Jules sighed and joined Greg in another car trying to focus on the new call. On this assignment, award-winning talk-show host Pat "the Lion" Cosgrove invited mayoral candidate Ryan Malone to his show. But soon after a few insults, Pat abducted Ryan at gunpoint and took him to a secret location for 'judgment'. Cosgrove claimed Ryan switched seats with his frat mate Cody Ackerman ten years ago to hide that he was driving after a party when their car had an accident, which was fatal for Cody. Ryan denied the whole thing, but fortunately the team discovered the truth and sorted things out.

After the debriefing, Jules in plain clothes went to the nearly deserted men's room.

"Decent?" she asked, going inside.

She saw Sam half naked, wearing only his black jeans. Seeing his bare chest, she gently lowered her eyes feeling a bit awkward about her lustful emotions that burst out inside her.

Damn, why have I come here when he is shirtless? Perfect timing Jules, congrats, she thought and rolled her hazelnut eyes.

Sam, annoyed, glanced at her and muttered, "If you are looking for the guys, they left ten minutes ago."

She sighed and bit her lower lip. "I know, I wanted to talk to you in private."

Sam put on his green t-shirt and snarled, "You came here to insult me again? Save it Jules. I'm done with listening to your shitty remarks and jeers."

She stepped closer to him and said, "Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped on you so hard. I do not know what got into me. I behaved intolerably, and I'm surprised that you're even talking to me now."

Surprised, Sam opened his eyes wide and smirked, crossing his arms. "I think I misheard something. Julianna Callaghan just apologized to me? The world is coming to an end… "

She rolled her eyes again and sighed. "Sam, I don't want to loose our friendship. You're right saying that I have no right to talk about your private life…." She sighed heavily. "But you are important to me….We may not be a couple anymore, but I really care about our friendship, Sam…. So I really do apologize to you for my behavior. It will never happen again. So ….friends?" she stretched her hand to him.

Sam scanned her face and smiled at her. "You know I can't be mad at you for long, don't you?"

Jules grinned widely nodding, and Sam shook her hand. Her gentle caress made him feel warmth in his heart for a moment. The pleasant moment that they were sharing made them feel important to each other. For better or worse.

"So…" Jules blinked at him. "You want a beer? I'm buying first round after all that happened between us lately!"

Sam chuckled and ran a hand through his blond hair. "I wish, but I can't…" He felt a bit strange saying this to Jules. "I promised this evening to Ana Maria already …."

Jules face became sad, but she was trying to cover it with a fake smile.

"Sure, go to her. Don't let the Lady wait for you. We'll do it next time." She cringed slightly at her own choice of words.

Sam grinned warmly at her, catching the unintended innuendo as well. Leaving the changing room, he shouted, "Definitely, next time Jules."


Author's note: I admit. I'm addicted to Sam- David'svoice. Low, sexy tone of voices is my little deviation that left from times when I was working on the radio :) REVIEWS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME...AS USUAL :)