Gah! I have tried to add this chapter like 3 times, and it wont work.... hopefully it will (:

Sorry I haven't updated in forever—way, wayyy busy.

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"It's great to see you, Sergeant." General Braddock nodded as he opened the front door early Monday morning.

"So—Sergeant Parker, are you going to be staying with us for the night?" His wife smiled, walking towards the front door to shake his hand.

He shook his head, "I think its best if I get back to Toronto once I talk to Sam—the guys, they're just—they're just not themselves."

"Understandable." Sam's father agreed. "Well, why don't you come on in and sit down. We'd love to talk to you."

"I'll get the coffee." Sam's mother replied.

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"Those two—they would bicker and have their little two hour fights, but you could always tell how much they loved each other. I remember the day Constable Lane said that he didn't think they looked like a couple, and he tried to keep the two from happening—I think it provoked them more."

The three sat around the living room, Sam's parents learning all about the woman whose death put their son into a deep depression.

"I wish I had gotten the chance to meet her—from the pictures I could see the connection she and Sam had. I had never seen him that happy in my life—It was odd actually, ever since what happened in Afghanistan, he's been a different man—but the week he came and visited I knew something had happened in his life to cheer him up." His mother spoke.

Greg smiled and nodded, "She was an incredible woman. Jules could put a smile on anyone's face—well—usually." He chuckled. "She was just one of those people that absolutely loved getting up and going to work, no matter what. She was like a daughter to me."

"And what about her family? How come they didn't—?"

Greg looked up at both of them and shook his head, "That man—her father—He never supported her what so ever. She told me that when her mother died when she was a teenager, her father moved them all to the country to be a farmer, and then she ran away. Her brothers were also threatened by their father—so she was out there on her own. When I met her, she was working for the RCMP and I was looking for new recruits. I think there were 3 or 4 hundred men trying to for the place on the team—and she was the only girl out there."

Both of Sam's parents smiled as they listened to the stories Greg had for them.

"Well, maybe we should get going to the center." Sam's father proposed, "I'll give you a ride over."

"Thanks—Oh yeah, I have something for you two." He reached into his bag, pulling out a frame of a picture from the SRU Halloween party. Each team had to choose a theme for their costumes. Team One was a hockey team. All of the guys wore jerseys as Jules wore a short hockey referee costume. The picture he handed them was Sam and Jules—Sam wearing his father's favorite jersey he had given him. "Thought you'd like it." He mumbled.

"They look so—happy." His mother smiled.

"I thought he would never wear that thing—My son must have good taste in hockey teams now." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Greg smiled at the photograph, "He turned Jules into a hockey fan."

"Look's like they became fans of a few other things too." Sam's father laughed, making both his wife and Greg smile. "Thank you—Sergeant, its really good for us to see that Sam had something wonderful in his life, and he had a reason for all the crap he's dealing with right now."

"You're welcome—now—."

"Let's head on down there. I'll see you later, sweetie." He told his wife as he kissed her gently, grabbed his keys, and he and Greg headed out to the car.

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"Mr. Braddock—You have a visitor." A lady told him as he walked out of his room at the rehab facility and made his way to a visitors room. When he saw Greg sitting there in at a table, he wanted to turn and run away—He was grieving enough, the last thing he needed was another teammate there to remind him of what he had done.

"Sarge—?"

"Sam—Buddy, listen—." Greg stood up and gave Sam a quick hug. "I know I'm probably the last guy you want to see right now—but I just want you to know that we all support you and—Jules would be really proud of you right now."

Sam smiled as he sat down and Greg followed, "I just cant believe how bad off I got. In that last week off I drank way too much—smoked like hell—and just lost it. I can't imagine my life without her and its been over three weeks."

"Everyone needs their time. Sam, she wasn't just a teammate to you and I know that. You two had something special—something that I could totally see forming over the many months you worked together. Those transfer papers would have gone in the trash the second you tried to turn them in. Sam—I want you to come back and work on my team—and I think Jules would want you to too."

With a quick glance up from his hands, Sam nodded, "A week and a half, and I'll be home."

"That's great to hear. We're all going to do a few special memorials for Jules too, but the guys said that you needed to be there—so the day you return we've got a few things planned."

"I think that'll be nice." He agreed as he stood up, "Boss—Thanks."

"No problem Sam. On your time come home to the team—don't rush yourself. If you need more time to grieve—then nothing or no one can take away from you."

Shaking his sergeant's hand he spoke to himself, "Why am I putting myself through this—again?"

Okay, so yeah—crappy chappy. I'm really sick right now, so yeah—sorry. There are only one or two more chapters I think, so PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!