Oh geez, I may have written this story a long time ago, but I cried again when I proofread it. I hope this elicits the same kind of emotion in you guys as it did in me.

For you Jam shippers, this is kind of Jammy. Well, it's really focused on how much the whole team loves Jules in general. If you want a real Jam romance moment, you'll have to wait.

Thanks for reviewing!

Sam drove silently, his hands tight around the wheel. He didn't look at Greg who sat beside him, even though Sam knew he was being watched. "I'm fine," he said through a fairly tight jaw. "You don't need to be analyzing me."

"I won't do anything you don't want me to do." Greg folded his hands on his lap. "You know that, Sam."

"I'm not one of your psychopathic, gun wielding subjects." Sam's face was hard set as he tried not to show how he was feeling. It hurt, but he wouldn't show it. Not here, not in front of Greg, not ever. "You don't have to do anything. I'm fine."

"We just responded to a pretty traumatic call," Greg said, "and it's not just you I'm worried about." He leaned back against the seat and sighed, a deep sigh that filled the whole car. "We had to see Jules in her most vulnerable state."

Sam didn't respond. He didn't know how to respond. When you see your girlfriend with a gun, threatening to shoot you, it hurts. You become speechless. "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Greg turned his head slightly so that he could see Sam. "That's all you have to say? "Yeah?""

"What do you want me to say, Sarge?" Sam said loudly as he drove down the road. He slammed his hand against the steering wheel, but Greg didn't flinch. "Dammit! Do you want me to tell you what's going on? She's my girlfriend, Sarge, and I didn't even notice! I spend every waking minute with her, and I didn't notice anything was wrong!" He slammed his hand against the steering wheel again. "I had to point my gun at her today. If she had moved that gun even a bit more, I would have had to shoot her dead!"

Greg's eyes fell as he listened to Sam rant. Knowing how hard this was on him, he'd thought he'd known how hard it might have been on Sam, but he was wrong. He thought Sam would have kept it together, but he didn't. "Sam, I-"

"You what?" Sam laughed humorlessly. "You want to help me?" He paused. "You should have helped Jules. You're the main negotiator. You always pick up on our problems. So why didn't you pick up on this one?" The last few words of his sentence became thick with unshed tears. "Why didn't you pick up on Jules?"

"I don't know," Greg said. He looked down at his hands. "We all missed it, Sam." The car became silent as they drove, each man wondering what he could have done differently. "But it's over now. The only thing we can do is be supportive of her."

Sam didn't reply. He didn't know what to say. "I know," he stated simply.

"Mhm." Greg toyed around with his hands. "Hey, Eddie?"

"Yeah, boss?"

Greg paused for a moment to collect his thoughts. "I've got a roast on in the crockpot. You and the team want to come over?" He held his breath. He knew the team should be together at a time like this. He looked over at Sam, who sat in the driver's seat, stony faced.

Ed glanced over at his empty passenger seat, where Jules would normally be sitting. "Yeah, that would be good," he said. "I'll call Sofie to let her know." He didn't finish his sentence, but Greg knew he wasn't talking about telling Sofie about dinner at Greg's.

"You coming, Sam?" Greg looked over at the newest member of his team. "Have a piece with your name on it."

Sam slowly shook his head. "Her family's too far away," he said quietly. "She needs someone, even if it's only me." His jaw clenched. "Like you said, I can't change the past, but I sure can be there for her now. I need to be there for her."

"I got it, buddy." Greg sighed. There was a pregnant pause before either of them spoke again. "You know, Sam, don't beat yourself up. You made all the right calls out there. You kept to the Priority of Life Code, even when your loved one was breaking down, threating others with a gun." He paused. "I'm proud of you, Sam, real proud."

Sam swallowed thickly as he tried not to cry. "Thanks, boss."

"You did good out there today, Sam." Spike steered the large command truck around a corner. "It was hard on all of us, but you kept it together, man, even when I couldn't."

Wordy looked over at his own empty passenger seat, a lone tear trickling down his face. For once, he was glad he was alone in the car. He was a family man, and to see Jules like that, the woman he thought of as another daughter? It hurt. "We all tried our best," he contributed. "We all stuck to what we knew. Sometimes, you just gotta do it."

"I did what I had to do," Sam said, "and I appreciate you guys for letting me know that." He paused. "I'm just mad we didn't see this sooner. How could we miss it?" He glanced down at his hands, the same hands that held a gun pointed at Jules not that long ago. "I'm her…uh, friend, and I missed it."

"Sam," Greg started. But his voice quickly dropped off. For once, he wasn't sure what to say. He didn't have the words to comfort his team, especially Sam. He didn't know how to heal them of this. "Sam, I'm sorry, man."

"Yeah, me too," Sam answered back bitterly as he pulled into the SRU parking lot. "I'll catch you guys later, alright?" he said as he hopped out the vehicle and headed straight for his own. "Wait…here." He chucked his earmic at Greg. "Catch you later."

Greg watched him go, an unsettled feeling washing over him. Concern dripped off his facial features. "Hey, Ed, do you think we should go after him?" He tapped his foot against the ground. He just wasn't sure what to do, and that was confusing him.

"I don't know," Ed answered back. "I'm just pulling in now. Why? Do you think he's in too rough of a shape to be alone?"

Greg sighed. "See, that's the problem, he's just like you, just like me, hell, just like all of us! You ask him if he's okay, and he says yes, even if he isn't. Even if on the inside he's hurting really badly, he says he's okay. And now, I can't even tell how badly he's not okay."

"Boss?" Spike's voice came over the headsets. "I'll go after him. I mean, him and I are pretty tight." Pause. "Well, that's if you decide he needs someone after him."

Ed cut his engine and stepped out the black car, his eyes narrowed and face pained. "Greg, I don't think any of us should be alone right now." He tore off his earpiece. He was done with being recorded. "Sam's heading to Jules because he knows that. He knows no one should be alone. But what he doesn't realize is how alone he'll be. Sam won't even be allowed to talk to her until after they have her at least somewhat stabilized."

Before Greg could think of an answer, the other car and the mobile command truck pulled into a parking spot each. Spike was out of the truck in a flash, right beside Greg. "I'll go," he said. "What did you say after you turned off your set, Ed?"

"I said Sam shouldn't be alone."

Wordy silently opened the door to his car and swung his feet out, but he did not get out. He was too far away to actually hear the conversation, and since Ed had taken his mic off, he couldn't really make it out. He sniffled. Another lone tear slipped down his face. Jules.

"Then that settles it." Spike headed towards the building backwards. "I'll change, then go and wait with him. He'll need someone." He tore off.

"Hey, Wordy, you okay?" Greg had looked backwards and had realized Wordy was sitting half out of his car, crying. He walked slowly over to the man and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

Wordy looked up at Greg. His eyes were red and his nose ran with the effort of not breaking out into sobs. "I have a family, Greg," he said quietly. "Jules didn't, but she was strong. Nothing could have touched her." He paused to clear his throat. "You see, Shelley's always concerned about me doing this job, that maybe one day I won't come home. That I'll die on the job." He sniffed. "How can I be concerned about dying on the job when we can't even keep our own team members safe off the job?"

Greg inhaled deeply and looked compassionately at Wordy. "I know, Kevin, I know," he said as he sat down beside Wordy's legs on the car step. "But we can keep the peace, and I know that. What happened here today is completely rare, and should have never happened."

"Darn straight it should have never happened." Wordy swung out the car door, past Greg, tears still trickling down his cheeks. "We should have protected Jules. I think we can all agree that she was the one we all had to protect."

Ed chose that moment to wander over to the car. His earpiece still dangled from the wire peeking out from his collar. He tried to lean up against the car nonchalantly, but he couldn't. He couldn't feel nonchalant without Jules here to mock him about it. "Agreed," he said. "But you know, Jules obviously had reasons for keeping it from us."

"People with mental health issues aren't allowed on the team," Greg said quietly, "but she wanted to be able to help."

"Or she wanted to keep us 'safe'." Ed wrung his hands. "Whenever she hasn't told us something before, it was so that we didn't worry, or get dangerously involved."

Wordy looked down at the ground. He knew that, but he wanted a real reason from Jules. "She's like a fourth daughter to me. How did we fail to protect her?"

Spike chose that moment to come running out of the headquarters. His breath came in short gasps, as if he'd been running the whole time. He waved to the men curtly and headed quickly to his own blue car. "I'll catch up with you guys later!"

He really didn't know if he would, though.