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She wiped furiously at her eyes, "Dammit Sam, I hate that you do this to me."

"Me too." He whispered, and she looked up at him to see his eyes were pain stricken.

But before she could speak, "What is your decision Jules?" He asked, sincerely.

She nearly answered right away.

"No, wait." He murmured. "I want you to think about it. You've worked your ass off to get this job and to prove you deserve to be there. And there's a very real chance that when work and our relationship collide that you might lose it, and I don't want that, but like you said…It's not my decision to make. Just think about it, at least until tomorrow night, please..."

"Okay." She whispered, soaking in his words, and although it was painful she had to ask herself…

Was he right?
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She had thought about what Sam had said that night, and he gave her space to allow her to think. He avoided her as often as he could though, believing that maybe that was what was best. But, after four days; Jules became fed up with it and faced how her heart told her that she was lonely and truly ached for his presence. She felt anxiety over telling him her thoughts, and she worried about what his reaction would be but she was also excited that she seemingly figured things out for herself.

That day she watched him, and saw that he had become more withdrawn, he was a good actor though and managed to keep the team from suspecting anything. But, there was one other person that wasn't convinced by his façade.
Sarge.

At the end of shift however, a simple look from him told her that she needed to talk to Sam, and she nodded. She had gotten ready after shift especially quick, hoping to confront him.

Sam walked out of the locker rooms and saw almost immediately that Jules wasn't around. A small part of him ached because she wasn't around anymore, but at the same time he forced himself to believe that it was best for her. He walked out of the building after saying casual, faked goodbyes, and walked to his bike, hoping to get some fresh air and relieve some of the pain he was feeling emotionally.
He climbed on his bike, and kick started it…but it…didn't start. He tried once more, making sure the keys were fully inserted. But, again it failed.
"It's not going to start, Sam." Came a very familiar female voice from the shadows against the building, causing him to jump to alert. But once the voice registered, he climbed off the bike and met her half-way as she approached him.
Jules held a metal object in her hand. Presumably a vital piece of his motorcycle.

"You attacked my motorcycle?" He asked humor lacing his tense voice.
She smiled shyly, which was a rarity, "Yes. I was afraid you'd avoid me if I tried to approach you either way."
He nodded in understanding,
"Jules I-"
"Shut up." She said gently, "It's my turn to talk."
He nodded, a small smile playing at his lips.
"You're right Sam. It's dangerous for us and for the team. But, these last few days have made a difference for me and I've come to realize, that I do want this job…a lot. It means a lot to me. Team One, the respect I get... There's so much to lose."
Sam's face was blank and he felt a pain inside as he forced his emotions back, knowing what was coming. Jules had come to terms and had rationalized that her priorities were life and the things she had worked for throughout it.

"But Sam, I don't want to chase my dreams if I don't have my rock and inspiration at my side."
He paused in shock,
"You can't take that job, Sam. I won't let you. I won't let you go back to what you were subjected to in Kandahar."
"Jules…I-"
But, she halted his statement by grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking his lips down to hers in a brisk desperate kiss.
"If your ass isn't at my house tonight. I'll break into your apartment and drag you out by your hair." She threatened, her lips inches from her. He sighed, and again she pressed her lips to his taking him in, then let him go once more.
"Oh…and uh…I don't know to fix your bike, you might want to get a ride from one of the guys." She winked, placing the object in his hand, and turned on her heel, walking away.
He smirked and shook his head.
"Stubborn." He whispered to himself.
"I heard that!" She said beside her car. Then climbed in, and left the parking lot.

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He shook his head, and headed back into the building, and hitched a ride with Spike.
"Who are you ogling about?" Spike asked after a few minutes, punching Sam in the arm, breaking him from his reverie.
Sam gave him a look, and Spike gave a fake disgusted look,
"Ew, I think of her as my little sister, never mind I don't want to know."
Sam couldn't hold back laughing, as Spike dropped him in the parking lot of his apartment.
"Thanks Spike." He said, and Spike nodded.
Sam walked up to his apartment, and after a few minutes of preparing himself he dialed the general's number.
Samuel? Came his 'father's' voice.
"I can't take that position, sir." He said, coming right out and saying it.
I can pull strings, and find a different position if you would prefer.
"I'm staying where I am, sir."
There was silence at first and Sam could practically feel his father's fury,
You're making a mistake, Samuel. Ruining your future over a damn woman. He growled.
"She is my future. And ruining my future would be running away from her."
No. I won't let you do this. Dammit. This family has served its country for years, and I won't let you disgrace that, and embarrass this family!
Then there was the resounding click of the phone on the other end of the line being hung up. His words stung, but didn't they always?

Sam never really didn't ever take heed to his fathers' threats. They were usually empty, and meant to intimidate. But, not anymore. Not this time. He wasn't going to let his father control his life anymore. He heard a clicking sound coming from his door, and smirked knowing exactly who it was. He moved to the side of the door where it would open, and hid there.
Only seconds later, the door opened and in she walked. He grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her arms and waist, before kicking the door shut.
She gave a small cry of surprise, and struggled vehemently. But his training contradicted hers and he kept a steady grip on her.
"Sam!" She protested her lack of movement.
He pressed his thigh between her legs and she stilled, distracted, her body posture taking on a different demeanor.
"Breaking. And. Entering. That's. New." He said, kissing from her collar bone up to her jaw between each word. She squirmed in a more futile manner as he resumed his sensual assault.
"Were you spying on me?" He asked.
"Yes." She gasped, "I heard every word."
"Good." He said, and pressed his tongue to her warm skin, making a trail up to the back of her ear. She squirmed mightily, and he smiled,
(This part, does get a little graphic, but it's nothing to severe)
"Breaking and entering, then stalking…I could arrest you for that." He said, pulling the cuffs out of his pocket that he had grabbed out of his bag on his way to hiding behind the door and ambushing her. She nearly choked in surprise as she felt the sensation of the cool metal being latched around her wrists.
"Stalking! I would hardly call it that!" She said.
"Julianna Callaghan, you have the right to remain silent, anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law." He said.
Then, he nipped at her ear lobe and removed his right arm from where it was wrapped around her, still keeping her place with his right…not that she was fighting much anymore, anyways.
He then, used his free arm to hike up her skirt and sneak his hands between her legs, and he could have sworn she'd stopped breathing.
"Oh God." She whispered as he teased her.
This was going to be a long night.