A/N- So here's another chapter for ya. I know there are a lot of stories out right now about Jules and her dad, but I have had this in the works for a very long time, so trust me when I say that this story is mine own. Please enjoy :)

The rain was coming down hard, making everything feel wet and sticky, just like the rain typically does in Toronto. It was the type of rain that would surely leave the pavement looking hot and wet, it was also sure to bring out the mosquitoes. And boy, was it ever coming down.

Jules Callaghan sighed as she sat in her jeep, outside of the old fashion diner. She watched the rain come down, steadily hitting the windshield, as she wished so desperately that she had brought her umbrella. After sitting in her car for a good three minutes from the time she parked there, she opened the door quickly, silently swearing as she hopped out of the car and into a good two inch puddle. Typical.

She pulled up the hood of her navy blue Columbia jacket and made a run for the diner.

She pulled the door opened, and stepped inside, gently shaking the water off of herself and pulling her hood down. She took a deep breath, as an attempt to calm herself and to also still her shaky hands. She mentally cursed Sam for making her do this, she cursed her father and brothers for randomly showing up after all those years, on her front door step. She cursed the fucking rules that were causing her and Sam so much trouble. All they wanted was to be together, was that too much to ask? Apparently it was…

She walked through the entrance to the main dining area and scanned the tables for any sign of her father. Picking him out quickly, she walked the short distance to his table. She took off her jacket and sat down.

He sat there, across from her, an unreadable expression on his face. She was surprised to see that he looked pretty much the same. He sported his infamous plaid shirt, tucked into blue jeans with a brown belt. The only difference that she noticed was that he was a little more plumb, but no where even close to being overweight, also his beard and hair had grown to be a little white. But his big, brown eyes, the same ones she had herself, looked exactly the same. Holding as much love for her, as they had all of her life. She didn't understand.

"Hey." She said quietly.

Jack nodded to her instead of saying hello back. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he began. "Julianna, thanks for coming."

It was Jules' turn to nod, clearly signifying that this was not her preferred place to be.

"Can I get you anything dear?" The older waitress asked as she approached the two Callaghans, interrupting what was about to be the beginning of their conversation.

Jules noticed that her father already had a steaming cup of coffee in his grasp. "Water's good, thanks." She figured that if she got a coffee, her father would think that she would be here for awhile with him. She did not intend to be there for a long time…

"One water coming right up." The waitress said, leaving them alone.

"Not a fan of coffee?" Jack asked his daughter.

Jules gave him a small, forced smiled. "Nah, I drink too much of it anyways, trying to cut back."

Jack simply nodded again, and looked out the window. "Does it always rain this hard in Toronto?"

Jules sighed, she was already fed up. "Dad, why did you want me to meet you here?"

Jack looked down at the coffee in his hands, then back up to look her in the eyes. "We need to talk Jules."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"It's not as simple as you think Julianna."

"But that's where you're wrong dad, it is that simple. Ya see, here's what happened: Mom left us when I was five, then, when I was eighteen, you and my brothers left me. You didn't give me a choice; you said that if I go to Toronto, we're done. You wouldn't compromise or try to figure something else out, you just gave up on me dad." She ranted at him, letting it all out, not bothering to spare his feelings at all.

"Is that really how you feel Julianna? Like we gave up on you?"

"How else was I supposed to feel? I was eighteen, fresh outta high school with no one to guide me."

"We loved you Jules, me and your brothers loved you so much. You had always been my little girl and then all of a sudden, you wanted to pack up and leave us to become a… a cop." He spat the last word at her. Jack didn't think his daughter realized just how bad she had hurt him.

Jules' face hardened, she did not want to be here listening to her father grill her about her life choice. "Dad, you guys had no idea how much I loved and respected all of you. And it killed me to have to leave you guys like I did, but I couldn't stay in Alberta any longer, I needed to get out because every single second that I was there, I was constantly reminded of mom, and how she left us. I was so angry at her, that I just couldn't stay there. I needed to leave."

"Julianna, why didn't you ever tell me that you felt like that?"

"Because dad, you were so proud of that damn farm and you were so upset when mom left, I couldn't hurt you like that, not when I was that young. So I waited until I could go on my own, never even imagining that what happened between us would actually happen." Jules admitted, she looked down at her hands but realised that her water had magically appeared. Funny, she hadn't even noticed the waitress come back. Pushing the water aside, they continued their conversation.

Jack sighed, resting his head in his hands, unsure of what to say next. "Julianna." He muttered his daughter's name.

"Dad," Jules paused, trying to think of the right words to use. "I've missed you guys so much, and I hated that I wasn't part of the family for the past nine years, I wanted to be, but you made it so clear to me that if I left for Toronto, there was no going back. So I swallowed my feelings, trying to respect what you wanted."

"What I wanted? You can't be serious Julianna, do you honestly think that I wanted my baby girl to leave and never look back? That I wanted her to miss out on our Christmases and birthdays and nieces and nephews? Do you really believe that we wanted to miss out on your life? Julianna, you were such a bright kid, I wanted to be there for the most important years of your life, but you took that away from me."

"How the hell did I take that away from you? If anything, you took my family away from me!" She exploded, causing a few heads to turn her way. When she returned their stares with her famous death glare, they immediately went back to minding their own business. Jules let out a frustrated sigh.

"You were the one who chose to leave Jules."

"But you were the one who made me choose! I could have easily lived in Toronto and came back for visits, I could have been there for the Christmases and birthdays and the new babies, but it was you who told me not to bother. As far as I'm concerned, you have no one to blame but yourself." Jules knew her words were harsh, but she hadn't been this mad in a long time. Her 'family' had no right to show up like this out of the blue.

This time Jack let out the sigh of frustration. "I just don't understand why you had to pick a cop. Of all the jobs in the world that you could have chosen, you chose to be a cop. You're so smart Jules, you could have been a doctor, or a… a therapist or anything else in the world. But kid, I will never ever understand why you just had to be a cop."

"Maybe I just wanted to be like my old man." She told him sarcastically.

"In case you've forgotten, I'm a farmer."

Jules rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well before you were a farmer then."

"Jules, there was a reason I quit that job! It was too bloody dangerous! When you go to work every day, you might as well be signing your death certificate! I hate that you're a cop. Jules, I'll hate it forever."

"Dad, I am an adult now, I'm not some rebellious teenager. This is my job, my life we're talking about. It's really too bad that you hate it, honestly it is." She told him truthfully. "But I'm not going to change it anytime soon. It's what I'm good at, and I don't need you to like it, or even accept it, I just need you to understand it."

"I just told you Julianna, I'll never understand."

"Then I don't know what else to tell you."

Jack's eyes fell on his daughter. He really studied her for the first time since she sat down with him. She looked a lot different than he remembered. Possibly because the last time he saw his youngest child, she was merely a teenager. Now she's an adult, a woman. But Jack couldn't exactly put his finger on what looked different about her. Her hair, that fell softly just below her shoulders, used to be longer, but apart from that, he was stuck. Maybe, he thought, it's just age.

"Dad," She softened her tone, seeing the deflected look in his eyes. "You have no idea how crushed I was to leave you guys like I did, but I thought that it was what you wanted, so like I said, I sucked it up and started a new life in Toronto. I made it through the police academy, did a few years with RCMP and then went straight to SRU. I bought my own house somewhere in there, and then," She couldn't help the small smile that came to her lips as she said the next part. "I met Sam. I'm happier than I have been in a long time dad."

Jack's face softened visibly, hurt laced his eyes, as he realized what his daughter was saying. "And me and your brothers ruined that by showing up right?"

Jules was rather shocked at hearing this, she actually felt bad. The rejected look on his face just killed her. "What? No dad, God no! I'll admit, I was definitely shocked to see you guys on my front porch, but really, I think I was kind of relieved." She told him, glad to be able to get that off her chest. All those years of not talking to her real family, the pain grew a little more inside of her every day. It was just a dull pain, that most of the time, she didn't even realize that it was there. But when they showed up at her door, the pain became more prominent; she finally realized what was missing in her life.

"You were shocked? Well then I guess you can only imagine our surprise when Blondie there opened the door half naked." Jack told her, referring to his first ever encounter with Sam…. But that's another story. Finally both father and daughter shared a real, genuine laugh.

"All kidding aside, Sam really is a great guy dad. I care about him a lot."

"He seems nice enough

"Yeah, he really is perfect."

"Well from what I've seen, he seems good for you."

Jules chuckled slightly. "I wasn't looking for your approval dad."

"Yeah, I know, it's just hard, ya know? I mean it took everything in me to not interrogate that boy right on the spot."

Jules laughed again. "Yeah, well you did plenty of that when I was a teenager."

"Oh Jules, I remember those days well." He smiled at her.

A sweet silence fell upon them, both in deep thought. Jules had been considering what her father had said. Of course she was still mad, it would take awhile for her not to be, and the father-daughter relationship definitely was not going to be there as soon as they left the diner, it was going to take some time. But, someday, they both were sure that things would be back to normal with them.

"I've missed you Dad." She admitted, breaking the silence.

Jack looked back up to his only daughter. A smile that reached his eyes stretched across his face. "I missed you too, so much baby girl. So, so much."

"The past nine years haven't been easy, and I know full well that our relationship won't be the same right away, but Dad, I really don't want to lose you and my brothers again."

Jack's heart broke. What kind of father told his little girl to leave and never come back? What kind of horrible person could do that to his baby? Guilt hit him like a tidal wave.

"I don't deserve you Jules." He said so quietly that she barley heard him.

"What? No, what do mean Dad? Of course you do!"

"Jules, what kind of father kicks his only baby girl out of the family? You tell me what kind of person?" Jack couldn't bring himself to look at her, so instead he stared at the untouched coffee in his hands.

"A scared dad." She told him, looking right at him even though he wasn't looking at her.

He looked up at her, her big, beautiful eyes. Just like the ones he had. "What?"

"You were scared Dad, of what would happen, and you didn't know what else to do. So you did the only thing you could think of."

"Jules, you can't justify what I did. It was awful, it was mean and I don't know what I was-"

"I forgive you." Jules suddenly interrupted him.

Jack was rendered silent in shock.

"It's okay, alright? I forgive you. I forgive you because I want to be part of your life again. So just… don't worry about it okay?"

"Jules, but I-"

"No, seriously Dad, just stop."

"Okay, thank you."

Jules nodded and then continued. "Now about the job, it's also a part of my life Dad, a big one. So I figure that as long as we just don't talk about it, like ever, then we'll be fine. Would you be able to do that for me dad?"

Jack nodded. "Of course baby, of course."

They both got out of the booth and stood to hug one another.

In her ear, he whispered to his daughter. "I love you."

A/N- So I know that I have another chapter where Jules and her dad are on great terms, but I wanted to explore the opposite side. And I'm sure you all know where I got the idea of Jack opening the door to a 'half naked Sam'. Yes, that idea was inspired from an actual episode, so I do not take credit for it! But as always, drop me a review :)