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"What?" Greg shook his head as he immediately crashed his hand to his forehead.

"We didn't know if she was pregnant or not—but she's wanted to have kids for about four months now, and we were starting to give up and look at other options. Boss—." Sam broke down again as Greg pulled him into a hug, patting his back. "Sam—She loved you and you know that. You know it buddy. We all loved her more than anything. She's an incredible woman who will always be recognized for her bravery and part on this team. Go be with her Sam—a doctor's out there and he's going to take you down the hallway."

Sam wiped his eyes as he slowly pulled away, "But—."

"Sam, not that I ever approved of it, but you were the one that slept with her every night. She felt safe with you—now go be with her one last time."

Sam nodded slowly as Greg placed his hand on his shoulder and led him out of the bathroom and to the group of men standing in the hallway, their eyes puffy and red, their arms crossed tightly.

"Gentlemen." Greg spoke strongly for his team as he patted each one of them on the shoulder and they each exchanged nods as the doctor patted Sam's back. "You're the fiancé?" He asked quickly. Sam looked over his shoulder, as they all were able to force a smile through their tears. He nodded slowly, feeling a sense of joy that his team had accepted them being in love—no matter the circumstances.

"Right through here, sir."

When Sam arrived to the quiet hallway—blank and cold with white walls, the doctor nodded to the room, "You can have as much time as you need, Constable. When you're ready you can just make your way right back to where your team is."

Sam forced a short grin of thanks as he walked into the room, tears flooding down his cheeks and into his hands as he walked over to her where she lied on a table, her body wrapped in light blankets. He choked as he couldn't even speak he was in so much pain from just looking at what he had let happen to her.

"Jules—Jules, how could this happen to you, baby?" He slid his hand with hers as he looked at the ring on her finger. "I'm so—so sorry." He broke down, falling to his knees as he held her hand tightly, sliding the ring off her finger, "I promise I'll give it back at the funeral sweetheart—I just need to make sure its safe until I know that you can wear it forever." He held onto her hand as he looked at the ring and slid it into his pocket, "Baby, why!? Why you!?" He moved his hands to her hair where he started to stroke it to her shoulders, "Jules, I can never love anyone else—I wanted us to be together forever. I wanted to wake up to your smile every single morning—." He paused as he couldn't bear the thought of never holding her again. "Dammit." He jerked as he wanted to scream and cry with every single ounce of energy in his body, but he couldn't. He kissed her forehead and whispered against her skin, "I'll love you forever, Jules."

He couldn't look at her any longer as he stroked his hand up her arm and fixed one last piece of her hair as he wiped his eyes. When he said his last goodbye, he let the tears roll down his cheeks furiously as he fell into his team's arms.

A group of men in the middle of the hallway—all of them in tears, and others passing by knew why when they saw them all in uniform.

"Sam—." Greg sniffled as he wiped his eyes, "You okay buddy? Maybe you should stop by the ER?"

"Boss, I—I just need to go to my parents. I can't be here. I can't go back to the station, I can't go back to her house." He sighed deeply, pulling tears from his eyes.

"Her—house?"

He nodded, "I sold my house a few weeks ago. She told me to live—with her."

"Will you be okay traveling alone, Sam?" Wordy asked as he patted his teammate's back. Sam nodded, "I just—I just want to be with my parents."

"But—Sam—don't you need your things?" Spike asked caringly as he gently shook his friend's shoulder. Sam nodded, "Just—just someone take me by the house, and I'll drive to the airport. I'll be fine."

When he took one glance back down the hallway, he took a step forward to follow his team as Greg draped his arm over Sam's shoulder, "She's safe buddy—She's safe."

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"Sam, you sure you don't want me to just go in there?" Greg asked as they sat in the suburban, looking at the driveway where Sam's new car Jules has persuaded him to get, sat still. "No—I need to do this. I'll be—I'll be fine."

"Okay Sam. Oh and listen, her car—I'll bring it over and lock it up for you. I promise I wont—."

"Thanks Boss. And I'll just—the locker room—can you—?"

Greg bit his lip and nodded, "I'll talk to Donna. I'll just leave everything like it is and lock it up for you, Sam. Now you just go—and try to keep your mind off of this. You were going to your parents—and well—Sam—Just go be with them."

"Thanks Sarge—Please call me with any kind of info you guys get. I just—Boss you don't even know how hard this hit me, and I just need to show her that I love her."

"Okay Sam."

"Oh and—one last thing. Can you—can you hold onto this for me?"

Greg's eyes widened as Sam pulled out the ring case. "But Sam, I thought you—."

"I did, but I don't want anything happening to it until the funeral. Can I trust you with taking care of it for me?"

He smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek, "You sure can."

Sam patted his shoulder as he climbed out of the truck and saw the others pull up behind Greg. "Thanks guys." He nodded to them. As the two black suburbans drove slowly past her house, they watched as Sam stepped through the front door slowly—and they drove off.

Damn. He thought as he slid through the house, he paused the second he saw a picture resting on the bedside table. He walked over to side of the bed and sat down momentarily, gritting his teeth to keep from crying as he lifted the frame to his hands. It was a picture of him and Jules the day they revealed that they were dating. Spike didn't believe them and forced him to kiss her in front of the whole team. He didn't mind, he knew the most Spike could even do to him would be to call him a liar. They both felt so alive at the moment that they hadn't even cared when Ed took a picture of them with her legs wrapped around his waist as he kissed her passionately in front of their entire group of fellow teammates. The feeling of her holding his cheeks as she kissed him, the feeling of her nestling close to him where she felt safe, and the feeling of her holding his hand every day—being the one that stayed positive that any day they could start a family and be together forever.

I gotta get out of here. He whispered as he grabbed every single picture off the tables in the house and shoved them into a bag, gently placing them into his suitcase. He continued to throw everything into his one suitcase. He shoved the stack down into it as he pulled the zipper closed, jerking it off the end table and carrying it to his car. Sam threw his suitcase into the backseat and took a deep breath as he backed out and headed towards the highway.

Accelerating, faster and faster—he was on the highway, heading to the airport—but knowing the second he got in his mother's arms there was no turning back.

"I have one chance—to either hold her in my arms again, or to be paralyzed for the rest of my life." He gripped onto the steering wheel tightly, knowing what he had to do to be with her forever.

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