A/N- Just a little something in favor of the Halloween season! Hope you like it!

"Ready to go?" Jules Callaghan asked her boyfriend, Sam Braddock as he stood by Winnie's desk.

"Yup." Jules walked over to him and took him by the hand as they walked out of HQ together into the crisp, cool fall evening. They strode over to Jules' jeep, and entered immediately, welcoming the small bit of warmth.

Jules turned the car on, and pulled out of the lot, leaving behind her another day of work. She glanced at Sam, only to find him looking out the window, seeming a million miles away.

"You hungry? We can stop somewhere if you like. I'm not in much of the cooking mood." Jules told him.

"No thanks." He mumbled almost incoherently.

"Okay, well what about the game tonight, are Spike and Raf coming over?"

"No Jules." What was that, a hint of annoyance in his voice that she heard?

Jules sighed audibly. She was sick of Sam acting like this. It had started eight days ago, when Sam had to take the fatal shot. To a kid. Just like Ed had, a mere couple of months before. But this was affecting Sam, it was getting to him. It was slowly killing him a little more on the inside every day. Jules had done everything humanly possible to let him know that she was there for him, but he wouldn't have it.

Jules understood, as best as she could, what Sam was going through, but it had been eight days, eight days of Sam being in a near empty state. Eight days of Jules not having her Sam there with her. Conversations were short and limited to work and the weather, bed time was something to be desired. Jules was tired of this.

The rest of the drive home was in silence. Jules' mind had been going one hundred miles a minute, trying to think of something, of anything to pull Sam out of his state. She was watching the scenery as they drove, the leaves had turned from green to all different assortments of yellows and reds, they swayed on the trees, and blew through the air. Creating a scene straight form Winnie the Poor Bear. The houses were laced with Halloween decorations, ghost and monsters, pumpkins and blac- pumpkins!

Jules swerved the car around in a nearby driveway and took off in the other direction, causing Sam to finally look at her. Shock and surprise filled his eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"I have to make a quick stop." Jules said looking straight ahead, making sure to give nothing away.

Sam sighed out of frustration.

"Oh get over it Sam, I'll be two seconds."

Sam ignored her comment and went back to looking out the window.

Jules drove for about five minutes in the direction away from home, and finally came to a stop outside of the local farmers market.

Sam gave her a quizzical look. "What are we doing here?"

Jules simply smiled at him and hopped out of the car. Telling him that she'd be right back.

It wasn't until a solid twenty minutes later that she'd finally made her return, carrying a huge, perfectly round pumpkin in her arms. She balanced it in one arm, and on her knee, carefully she opened the back door, and placed it on the floor of her jeep.

Jules came around to the front and swiftly hopped into the car, only to be greeted by an annoyed looking Sam.

"You made us take a half an hour detour so that you could buy a pumpkin." He stated flatly.

"Yep!" She said cheerfully, contrasting his current mood.

"You're kidding me."

"Does that bad boy back there look like a joke to you? That thing cost me thirty bucks!" She said as she started the jeep.

She chuckled at the look on his face. "Oh cheer up Sam, it's only once a year that I can buy a pumpkin, so is there any harm in getting a good one?"

Jules pulled the jeep to a stop in front of her town house, Sam got out immediately and went to the back to retrieve the pumpkin for Jules. Even though he was still feeling like complete and utter shit, he could still be a gentleman for girl. Jules opened the door for him and the two of them walked into the kitchen, Sam placed it on the table.

"Thanks babe." Jules gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

They lingered around the kitchen for a few moments, when finally Sam told Jules that he was going upstairs for the night. "I'm kinda tired tonight, I think I'm going to head up, I'll just catch the game details from Spike tomorrow." Sam said as he started to round the corner.

"Wait Sam!" Jules called out to him.

Sam came back around. "Yeah?"

Jules looked sheepishly at the pumpkin and then back to Sam. A small smile spread across her lips.

"Well I was just thinking that maybe you'd like to help me carve the pumpkin?"

"Aw Jules, I'm really tired, I just want to-"

"Please Sam, please?"

Something about the tone of her voice caught Sam off guard. It was pleading, almost desperate. Sam was somewhat aware of the fact that he hadn't been very good company for Jules this past week, but she understood, didn't she?

"Okay." Sam gave in and came to sit beside her. They pulled out the bar chairs, and grabbed a black marker and a knife.

"Okay, how do you want to do this? Should we go with scary or cute? Oooh! Maybe we can do a funny face! Sam?"

"However you want is good with me Jules."

Jules pursed her lips, she was going to make Sam enjoy this if it's the last thing she did. "Well I suppose we can decide the design once we finish gutting it." Jules took the knife and carefully cut out a small circle on top of the pumpkin. She laid it on the counter. Suddenly an idea came to her.

"Hey Sam, this is probably going to make a huge mess, can you grab some old newspapers?"

"Yeah, sure." Sam got up, and when his back was towards her, she reached into the pumpkin and pulled out a handful of stringy, gooey pumpkin guts. She drew her hand back and took her aim, she slowed her breathing, making sure that she would hit her target. This was almost as stressful as loading her rifle. Almost. Her sights locked in on the back of his head, his perfect, blond little head. She mentally counted to three, and right on three, she launched her arm forward, the guts flying through the air.

But she regretted it as soon the orange goop left her hand.

"Jules, I-'' SPLAT!

Oh dear.

Sam had turned around at the exact moment that the pumpkin guts were about to hit him. They connected with his face, instantly rendering him silent.

Jules couldn't move. That definitely wasn't supposed to happen.

A heavy silence filled the air.

It was a good, long thirty seconds of them standing there, neither one moving. But finally, Sam reached up and pulled the goop off of his face, balling it into his hands. He looked up at Jules, who was still standing there terrified.

But Jules was shocked when a smile cracked on his face. She really should have anticipated what was coming next.

Sam shot the goo at her full force, laughing hysterically as it splattered all over her.

A war had just begun.

Jules and Sam ran for the pumpkin at the same time, banging into each other in do so. But Jules' small hands made it into the pumpkin first, pulling out a fist full, she smeared it all over Sam's face and into his hair, turning his short golden locks to a sticky orange-ish colour.

Zero to one for Callaghan.

But this victory was short lived as Sam grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into him; he stuffed his hand into the pumpkin and then shoved the gooey contents down her shirt. It was… cold, to say the least. She let out a small shriek, adding even more pleasure to his victory.

Jules wiggled out of his arms, pulling her shirt over her head in an attempt to get the guts off of her. They clung to her tanned skin, all over her flat stomach and in her bra. Sam roared at the sight of his shirtless girlfriend.

Jules gave him a death glare. "You have NO clue how disgusting this feels!"

Sam walked over to her, and started to help her de-gut herself. But Jules was quick; she darted past him and gathered more goo, this time dumping it down the back of his shirt. She watched him squirm now, pleased with herself as his shirt also came off.

The next half an hour included a full on pumpkin gut war. They took no pity on each other, squishing the sticky solution wherever they could manage on one another. By the end of the night Jules' kitchen looked like something from a horror movie.

Sam and Jules laid on the cool kitchen floor, tangled in goo and one another. Laughing uncontrollably.

Jules looked over at Sam, and for the first time in eight days, she saw those baby blue eyes shine, just how she loved.

"Sam?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah baby?"

"Be happy, please?"

Sam fixed his eyes on Jules, mouth hanging open a little bit at the question that just came out almost childishly. Sam then realized all the torture that he must have put his beloved girlfriend through over the past week.

"I'm so sorry Jules." They sat up now, still tangled in each other's gooey embrace. "I know I've been difficult, but I-''

"No Sam, I understand, what you had to do was awful, but I just want you to know that I will always be here to talk."

"I do know Jules. Thank you, for everything that you've done for me. I honestly don't know what I ever did to deserve you."

"Ya know, its funny Sam, sometimes I wonder that same thing about myself." Sam kissed her deeply. When they broke apart, Sam chuckled.

"What?" Jules asked.

"When did we become such saps?" Jules laughed along with him.

"I love you Sammy."

"I love you Jules."

A/N- Reviews? :)